Being grounded couldn't really keep Anna from leaving the house. She was an angel and the moment her family went to bed, she crawled out the attic window onto the roof, and she took to flight. It was a short trip to Mara's house, and Anna landed in the tree nearest Mara's window with the grace of the ballet dancer she was.

You show em, girls! )
Being grounded couldn't really keep Anna from leaving the house. She was an angel and the moment her family went to bed, she crawled out the attic window onto the roof, and she took to flight. It was a short trip to Mara's house, and Anna landed in the tree nearest Mara's window with the grace of the ballet dancer she was.

You show em, girls! )
Jeremy had spent most of his life as a hunter, so it might have seemed strange that he was so incredibly fond of children. In fact, he was great with kids, and his nieces and nephews were among his favourite people on the planet. He did, however, find Lydia and Anna's teenage squabbles tiring at times. He had to mutter under his breath that they would grow up eventually.

Oh dear god! )
Jeremy had spent most of his life as a hunter, so it might have seemed strange that he was so incredibly fond of children. In fact, he was great with kids, and his nieces and nephews were among his favourite people on the planet. He did, however, find Lydia and Anna's teenage squabbles tiring at times. He had to mutter under his breath that they would grow up eventually.

Oh dear god! )
When Spectre thought of the person he could consider his oldest friend, his mind always inevitably brought up Deirdre. She had been a part of his musical act the longest as well, but Deirdre was at least partially responsible for the life he had now. It had been his previous musical partner, Sacrifice, who had been responsible for seeing to it that Deirdre's band replaced their opening act once, a very long time ago. Her reasons may have been nefarious, but Spectre couldn't help but be grateful. They had walked into 213 Victoria Lane that day and Spectre had immediately been wary of Deirdre, whom his angelic senses, in as much as he understood them at the time, immediately distrusted.

Oops )
When Spectre thought of the person he could consider his oldest friend, his mind always inevitably brought up Deirdre. She had been a part of his musical act the longest as well, but Deirdre was at least partially responsible for the life he had now. It had been his previous musical partner, Sacrifice, who had been responsible for seeing to it that Deirdre's band replaced their opening act once, a very long time ago. Her reasons may have been nefarious, but Spectre couldn't help but be grateful. They had walked into 213 Victoria Lane that day and Spectre had immediately been wary of Deirdre, whom his angelic senses, in as much as he understood them at the time, immediately distrusted.

Oops )
Joe lived with his very gay son, his granddaughter, and his son's boyfriend. It was a perfect living situation in his mind, save for the fact that his wife and daughter were no longer with them. But as far as his life was now, he was finally content again.

Intuitive little angel )
Joe lived with his very gay son, his granddaughter, and his son's boyfriend. It was a perfect living situation in his mind, save for the fact that his wife and daughter were no longer with them. But as far as his life was now, he was finally content again.

Intuitive little angel )
Thomas was sitting on the sofa in their living room, his son on his knee while his daughter Katya sat on the floor, drawing a picture of something round and purple. James was reading to Thomas, showcasing his incredible brilliance for a boy who had just turned five. The book he was reading was easily fourth-grade level, but that was often the way things went with angels.

Bump in the road )
Thomas was sitting on the sofa in their living room, his son on his knee while his daughter Katya sat on the floor, drawing a picture of something round and purple. James was reading to Thomas, showcasing his incredible brilliance for a boy who had just turned five. The book he was reading was easily fourth-grade level, but that was often the way things went with angels.

Bump in the road )
Thomas and Spectre had finally fallen into a familiar rhythm now that it appeared Thomas really wasn't going to disappear again, leaving Spectre and the kids alone. Time was, they spent every second together because they understood their time was limited. Even when Thomas had been given his life back, Spectre hadn't left him alone for months in case it was all taken away from them again. It was different now. Thomas' presence here wasn't special. It wasn't the incredible anomaly it used to him. Thomas being here was the norm. It was mundane.

When good illusions go bad )
Thomas and Spectre had finally fallen into a familiar rhythm now that it appeared Thomas really wasn't going to disappear again, leaving Spectre and the kids alone. Time was, they spent every second together because they understood their time was limited. Even when Thomas had been given his life back, Spectre hadn't left him alone for months in case it was all taken away from them again. It was different now. Thomas' presence here wasn't special. It wasn't the incredible anomaly it used to him. Thomas being here was the norm. It was mundane.

When good illusions go bad )
"The time has come that things are explained," Ava said.

Scarlett was sitting beside her, hands sitting heavily in her lap as she watched them. She knew that James and Ava had only been waiting for Scarlett to be okay for this conversation to happen, but three months after Astrid's dead Scarlett wasn't sure if she'd ever be okay again. The loss of her sister ached, a constant dull thud against her ribcage that sometimes threatened to tear her apart. Sometimes she thought no one else was feeling that pain, but they must have been. To imagine that she somehow hurt more for the girl they'd brought into their life than the man and woman who had adopted her, or the big brother who'd love her, was not only stupid but incredibly selfish and cruel. Of course they hurt. Every single one of them hurt, including the angel woman who now spoke, who'd known and care for Astrid like a mother before Scarlett had even met her.

... )
"The time has come that things are explained," Ava said.

Scarlett was sitting beside her, hands sitting heavily in her lap as she watched them. She knew that James and Ava had only been waiting for Scarlett to be okay for this conversation to happen, but three months after Astrid's dead Scarlett wasn't sure if she'd ever be okay again. The loss of her sister ached, a constant dull thud against her ribcage that sometimes threatened to tear her apart. Sometimes she thought no one else was feeling that pain, but they must have been. To imagine that she somehow hurt more for the girl they'd brought into their life than the man and woman who had adopted her, or the big brother who'd love her, was not only stupid but incredibly selfish and cruel. Of course they hurt. Every single one of them hurt, including the angel woman who now spoke, who'd known and care for Astrid like a mother before Scarlett had even met her.

... )
Peter Kemp was sitting behind his desk when Patrick stuck his head around the corner and interrupted whatever work he was doing at the time. Patrick would never know Peter was, in fact, doodling stick figures of Rolf killing the Templar because he had run out of steam on his PhD. It was probably for the best, as it would have shattered Patrick's illusions of Peter as some wise, genius, crazy man who saved people. Patrick didn't need to know he was a doodler too.

Understanding )
Peter Kemp was sitting behind his desk when Patrick stuck his head around the corner and interrupted whatever work he was doing at the time. Patrick would never know Peter was, in fact, doodling stick figures of Rolf killing the Templar because he had run out of steam on his PhD. It was probably for the best, as it would have shattered Patrick's illusions of Peter as some wise, genius, crazy man who saved people. Patrick didn't need to know he was a doodler too.

Understanding )
It had all been for nothing.

His mother had lied to him, had told him Quinn was leaving him. And then Quinn had showed up, his Quinn, and he had said it was all a lie. Flynn was loved. Or he had been. But the things Flynn had done, he had done with the belief that he was a single man.

All for nothing )
It had all been for nothing.

His mother had lied to him, had told him Quinn was leaving him. And then Quinn had showed up, his Quinn, and he had said it was all a lie. Flynn was loved. Or he had been. But the things Flynn had done, he had done with the belief that he was a single man.

All for nothing )

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