Stupid Bint... (Flynn, Quinn)

[quinntaessentia.livejournal.com]

It was well after the Oakland show and quite late in the night for Flynn. Deirdre was in the bed beside his, snoring ever so loudly. And Flynn was on the phone with Quinn, speaking in hushed tones. He was getting extremely sleepy, but he missed his Quinn so much it actually hurt. And talking to him was far more important than sleeping, surely! He could sleep on the way to Seattle in the morning.

( Jealousy is a weird thing )

Stupid Bint... (Flynn, Quinn)

[quinntaessentia.livejournal.com]

It was well after the Oakland show and quite late in the night for Flynn. Deirdre was in the bed beside his, snoring ever so loudly. And Flynn was on the phone with Quinn, speaking in hushed tones. He was getting extremely sleepy, but he missed his Quinn so much it actually hurt. And talking to him was far more important than sleeping, surely! He could sleep on the way to Seattle in the morning.

( Jealousy is a weird thing )

Coffee date - Justine / (Ryan/Jocelin) / Charlie

[carmaline.livejournal.com]

After organising with Charlie to go on a coffee date, Justine pushed away from her computer and started looking over her clothing in an attempt to figure out what she was going to wear. It wasn't that she was naked, but a loose and holey t-shirt wasn't her idea of appropriate to wear, well, anywhere really, even if it was a Sunday.

Ryan was standing in her doorway when she turned around, holding a bra in her hands and trying to figure out where she'd put the top that went with it.

( ... )

Coffee date - Justine / (Ryan/Jocelin) / Charlie

[carmaline.livejournal.com]

After organising with Charlie to go on a coffee date, Justine pushed away from her computer and started looking over her clothing in an attempt to figure out what she was going to wear. It wasn't that she was naked, but a loose and holey t-shirt wasn't her idea of appropriate to wear, well, anywhere really, even if it was a Sunday.

Ryan was standing in her doorway when she turned around, holding a bra in her hands and trying to figure out where she'd put the top that went with it.

( ... )

Stuck - August

[molten-lead.livejournal.com]

Weekends were the worst. By the end of the afternoon on a Sunday, August invariably found himself torn between banging his head against the headboard of his -small- bed, and calling up his father to tell him that he would marry the Swedish bitch he'd been set up with.

His pride wouldn't allow it. For two reasons, really. One, he had pride. Two, if the bitch was so needy towards getting married, she'd probably done it in the month that he'd been incommunicado.

( ... )

Stuck - August

[molten-lead.livejournal.com]

Weekends were the worst. By the end of the afternoon on a Sunday, August invariably found himself torn between banging his head against the headboard of his -small- bed, and calling up his father to tell him that he would marry the Swedish bitch he'd been set up with.

His pride wouldn't allow it. For two reasons, really. One, he had pride. Two, if the bitch was so needy towards getting married, she'd probably done it in the month that he'd been incommunicado.

( ... )

Someplace like home (Deirdre, Flynn, Open to band)

[deirdre-ionuin.livejournal.com]

Deirdre was in love with Seattle, Washington. She couldn't really explain it. There was just something about the place. A feeling in the air that made her feel both at home, and alive all at once. It was such a busy city, but it didn't feel like a city when you were in it. Little shops lined the streets. And trees and greenery were absolutely everywhere. It was nothing like the plasticine of Los Angeles. Deirdre could see herself here. She'd have to be surrounded by Americans, sure... But it was just so nice. It felt safe.

( Joyriding on a Ferry )

Someplace like home (Deirdre, Flynn, Open to band)

[deirdre-ionuin.livejournal.com]

Deirdre was in love with Seattle, Washington. She couldn't really explain it. There was just something about the place. A feeling in the air that made her feel both at home, and alive all at once. It was such a busy city, but it didn't feel like a city when you were in it. Little shops lined the streets. And trees and greenery were absolutely everywhere. It was nothing like the plasticine of Los Angeles. Deirdre could see herself here. She'd have to be surrounded by Americans, sure... But it was just so nice. It felt safe.

( Joyriding on a Ferry )

Coinci-dink - Ry / Jocelin / Justine

[shadows-sun.livejournal.com]

Justine wasn't home yet from her outing with Charlie. Ryan was flicking disinterestedly through windows, checking to make sure that he hadn't forgotten anything that he was supposed to do on here before he logged out. When he heard Jocelin come into his room behind him, he closed the window he'd just replied to, and turned to face Jocelin.

Jocelin recognised the purple shades of Chloe's livejournal with perfect memory. He lifted a brow to Ryan.

"Trying to hide things from me?" he asked silkily.

( ... )

Coinci-dink - Ry / Jocelin / Justine

[shadows-sun.livejournal.com]

Justine wasn't home yet from her outing with Charlie. Ryan was flicking disinterestedly through windows, checking to make sure that he hadn't forgotten anything that he was supposed to do on here before he logged out. When he heard Jocelin come into his room behind him, he closed the window he'd just replied to, and turned to face Jocelin.

Jocelin recognised the purple shades of Chloe's livejournal with perfect memory. He lifted a brow to Ryan.

"Trying to hide things from me?" he asked silkily.

( ... )

Nasty, Tricksy Antichrist! (Peter, Dragonetti, Open?)

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Walking down the street was no longer a terrifying thing. For months, the Templar had driven the city of London deep into a hole of fear, and no one felt safe going out on their own. Not even people who happened to know what was going on and were immortal. But the terror was over now. No more fires of hatred burned. People were rebuilding. Hope was returning. And Peter felt quite content as he walked, even if it seemed that spring was struggling for a toehold and he had to wear a thick jacket to feel comfortable.

( Well, that IS what obsession gets you... )

Nasty, Tricksy Antichrist! (Peter, Dragonetti, Open?)

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Walking down the street was no longer a terrifying thing. For months, the Templar had driven the city of London deep into a hole of fear, and no one felt safe going out on their own. Not even people who happened to know what was going on and were immortal. But the terror was over now. No more fires of hatred burned. People were rebuilding. Hope was returning. And Peter felt quite content as he walked, even if it seemed that spring was struggling for a toehold and he had to wear a thick jacket to feel comfortable.

( Well, that IS what obsession gets you... )