Latest update in their saga can be found in "Infectious" [link]
WIP explaining Reese's side of the story is coming soon. Hopefully. As soon as he starts cooperating and sharing his damn memories.


MorningsidesWake me up Three times after sleep Then drift back Like fingertips across facesMorningsides
Tracing eyes Lips Crowfeet and dimple smiles
Caress my senses With whispers that taste of The sweetest morning breath; It dilutes all apprehensions with Kisses Gentle words Sounds for only me to hear
Even in this sticky stillness Of noses gently bumping, Sunshine bursting through curtains (Crowned in
Pomp Circumstance New Y


ImmaculateI need you to tell me everything. Then well talk negotiations.Immaculate
Even thinking about it now, safely tucked away on my living room sofa, my voice sounds foreign to me. Fighting against the sewing machines that attacked my eyelids, which attempted to draw my eyes shut, I remembered the striking case of Colin Austig, and I fought off the glare of his ice-blue eyes. I banished nightmares from my synapses, and shuddered as goose bumps erupted on the skin of my forearm. I tried to fight it off, but his story, his words, his rasping voice was echoing through my skull cavity.
Im sleeping less and less.


Sunday MorningI set you away in paper-thin boxes Flagged in caution tape and Cone dividersSunday Morning
I put you in the corners of my mind Past cobwebs and shadows Beyond where the boogeyman might get you
I forget that you smell of rain Of coffee shops in frost weather Of moonlight on alabaster skin
I dont think of your secret smile Of the seven varieties of grins that I recognize My own smile reflected off the hoodie on my chair
I fold away emotions of you Love, friendship, anger In pretty little squares
And set them in storage To o


InfectiousShe sat a cheap shot glass down on the table in between them, and looked him in the eye.Infectious
Medicate yourself, dammit, she insisted, pulling a whiskey bottle seemingly out of no where.
He had never had whiskey before. He had seen bottles and he had heard stories, and he had always secretly longed for a burning sensation unlike that of any other alcoholic beverage to warm him, starting in his throat and floating through his body. She had always spoken so familiarly of it, as if it were a close friend that she could talk to about anything, and he had always felt that if he were to ever try some without her exp
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"You go ahead and eat that Mr. Frodo, I've rationed it - there should be enough left."
"For what?"
"The journey home."
~Sam & Frodo ~LotR
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"You go ahead and eat that Mr. Frodo, I've rationed it - there should be enough left."
"For what?"
"The journey home."
~Sam & Frodo ~LotR
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