Chapter One- Dream's Descent
October 13th, 2008- There are those who might be wondering why I'm beginning to keep this log... One might say for posterity. Personally, I wish it to be used as proof of my sanity. You might remember my childish infatuation with a friend of my...
Down Once More
The following years had been kind to him. The gossip of the times washed away any mention of the incident, and his life was his own once again. He had a quaint little Victorian home a few miles away from the ruins of the opera house, in a quiet little...
Chapter Two- Dream's Growth
The next morning was spent curled up with him, partaking in watching more movies. I left a few hours later, leaving him with a kiss, elated to set up inside my new flat and reflect upon the night's events. He raced in and out of my mind for the next...
Faust.
I'd sell my soul for talent; for the ability to weave my words around my audience's mind, infecting their memories with haunting visions of fantasies unbridled. I'd sell my soul for beauty; for the ability to steal the breath from my...
Two Daddies
Johnny doesn't know if he likes Uncle Jim. He looks just like his Daddy Bear, but there's something off in his rich brown eyes and near-manic smiles. Uncle Jim scares John, but he also makes John feel good. So, so good. When Richard touches him, he's...
I.O.U.
"John...Jo-ohn," he said in a sing-song voice, coming up behind him, Loki's hold on him vanishing. He leaned down to put his hands on his shoulders, keeping the weakened soldier on his knees. "As awful as those little nightmares of yours are," his lips...
A Moment Alone
Sherlock was gone by the time John woke, the only sign of his presence a new burn mark on the kitchen table (which was not there when John retired, thank you). It was a quiet Monday afternoon, with warm sunlight and low traffic, and John felt very...
That Scent Must Sustain (10): Absence of Faith
John paced around the apartment, a grimace working its way across his features. The row had been... well, a bit not good. He hadn't _meant_ to let his guard down, to let his feelings known in such a delicate situation, but Sherlock had been so...
That Scent Must Sustain 9: This Scent Consumes
Stalking through the dark London streets, a wide scowl stretched across his face, Sherlock fumed. He hadn't planned the discussion to turn so... hostile. It had been going so well, before she showed up- all long legs and disgustingly cheap perfume,...
That Scent Must Sustain (8): Above the Trees
Regardless of what Sherlock thought of him, Greg Lestrade was a decently observant man. Hard work had earned him the position of Detective Inspector, and though Sherlock ranted and raved about the Met's efficiency, hardly any cases went unsolved under...
That Scent Must Sustain (7): Works For Me
John woke late, alone in an unfamiliar room. _Sherlock's,_ he thought, a lopsided grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. He stretched as he slipped out from under the sheets, his joints popping with relief, before he moved to the shower. Fifteen...
That Scent Must Sustain (6): Takes Me Away
Sherlock knew that the most fascinating element of John Hamish Watson was his ability to be absolutely unpredictable. He had a habit of defying all of Sherlock's expectations, and it thrilled the detective. Here, unable to see, unable to touch, he knew...