He Was Different
Everything was different when I first met Jake. Most of all _he_ was different, or at least I thought he was. Because I came to know him as a gentleman, a gentle, caring person who loved me when no one else would. When no one else could, or so he told...
The Gift of Rosiel - Chapter I: All's Not Well in Avelyon
The employees-only hallway connecting the door used for deliveries to the main room of The Rabbit Hole was by no stretch silent, but the noise from the club was muffled enough by the sturdy wooden door to facilitate conversation. Out there, especially...
The Gift of Rosiel - Chapter III: Wings of Ash and Acid Tongue
Roxeen must have fallen asleep at some point, because he woke up feeling stiff and miserable on the cold floor, to say nothing of the pain in his injured hand. He could remember the events of the previous night all too clearly, and he could remember...