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June 14th, 2013


[info]i_fear in [info]we_coexist

A Troubled Fantasy (Edward/Jonathan)

(mentions of sexual acts - non graphic)

Edward hadnt been very pleased with the turn of events from the fire fight he'd been in with his daughter. He was glad she'd been shot, but he had too. And she had survived. That was the most irksome thing ever.

His chest and shoulder still throbbed from the hits he'd taken, the ones Jonathan had had to repair for him. If Eddie wasn't careful he'd be looking much like a rag doll instead of a man.

He shifted slowly, trying to ease the pain he was feeling, settling once more in the chair he currently occupied. He was in Spooky's office, waiting for his man to finish up whatever it was he was doing.

Edward had been so busy causing mayhem he hadn't seen much of his lover lately. Which was unacceptable. Edward had needs and urges that had no business being allowed to linger and build. So, he'd made a point to make time for his love.
The damn brat had almost killed him, but Edward wasn't going to give up so easily. He might've lost her to the good side, but he still had Jonathan and as long as the Doctor wanted him around, Edward knew he would make a good recovery.

Tempted, Edward lifted his cane and poked at a few things on Jonathan's desk as he waited, growing more and more impatient as well as more and more irritated with pain.

A Troubled Fantasy )

[info]i_riddle in [info]we_coexist

Breakdown (Erik)

Enigma was in her cell, her nose almost pressed against the wall as she wrote on it with the green crayon. Above her...beyond her was a multi-coloured creation, questions twisting into riddles into flower and puppies and a million other designs that spilled out of her constantly spinning mind. She was slowly going insane as was trapped in the barren room, left alone with her thoughts and a box of crayons.

She pulled back from the wall, leaning on her heels as she looked up at her design, adding another mark to the kitten she drew, before starting to twist it's paw, curling it into a question mark that lead into Bruce's name backwards.

She needed something...anything. She didn't want to hear Dexter's words, hear Hannibal's mocking voice...she didn't want to think.

She was ready to die...to give in, if that's what it took to turn off her brain.

[info]i_haunt in [info]we_coexist

Haven (Christine)

The visit with Enigma, and everything that had transpired afterward, left Erik rawer than he'd expected to be -- and far later in returning to his wife that night. She'd been waiting up for him, he was sure, by the way she'd fallen asleep in their bed. Clearly, she'd been sitting up. The book lying face up in her lap suggested she'd been reading to try to keep herself awake.

He moved soundlessly to the side of the bed and plucked that book from her lap. As soundlessly, he laid the thing on the nightstand beside her, then moved away to change out of his suit and to shower in their expansive bathroom.

When he returned to her again, hair still damp, he found her bright eyes waiting for him. And though it was good... quite good... to see her, he could not smile.