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Emma walks toward Sue, steps measured, voice steady, despite the shaking in her knees. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me the other day,” she begins lightly. “A lot. Probably too much. And I realized why it resonated so deeply with me.”
Or, in which Emma bribes a barista to get Sue's coffee order right, and hopes she doesn't throw the scalding drink in her face.
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“Oh.” Saxon chuckles. With his other hand he reaches up and cups Lochlan’s cheek. “You don’t remember, do you?”
“I do.” Lochlan looks down at him, confused. Gives him what he wants despite himself. “I remember us kissing.”
“No.” Saxon laughs humorlessly. “The other thing. In the bathroom. The things you said to me.”
The morning after the full moon party.
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24 Mar 2025
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Lochlan doesn't know when it started. Maybe it's always been a part of him - this, the crawling feeling in his skin that has no name.
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24 Mar 2025
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Vlad visits while Danny's memory is temporarily on the fritz. Danny learns some stuff about himself and sock garters.
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- Part 1 of Something's Rattling
Bookmarked by lightning-eyes (lightningeyes)
23 Jan 2025
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Danny just wants to spend Christmas alone.
Somehow, he always ends up with Vlad, eating takeout and watching old black and white films.Edit: There is now a second Chapter! Sorry for the confusion!
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09 Jan 2025
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Doc has a copy of it somewhere, a cracked spine hidden on a shelf between decades of periodicals and ledgers. That old story made from dust and metal, more glittering than any trophy or racetrack chrome. It comes to him in flashes when they’re out on the dirt, McQueen hot on his heels. Faster and faster around the butte like a young god on the plains of Troy, the red gleam of the 95 in the sun like armor.
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19 Dec 2024

