Sunday, 20 December 2015 22:39
Duane isn't a big fan of the holidays. Since his father's death and Evie leaving him, it'd all seemed kind of meaningless. He swirls some brandy around in his glass and pours himself some more, tilting his head as he stares at the bar, tinted red through the liquid. Not a big brandy guy, but it seems ... a little festive, so he goes with it.

Until Nate joins him, like he's been invited, helps himself to a glass and some of the alcohol too. Duane rolls his eyes skyward and drinks some more, ignoring the warmth of the man next to him. "You alright?" Nate finally finds his voice.

"Nope," Duane says simply. Nate doesn't say another word, but he doesn't leave either.

It's kind of weird, but it's nice too. Duane releases a breath as some of the loneliness leaves him.


Sunday, 13 December 2015 22:43
Daniel grimaces as Brant and Brendan lean over him, worried looks on their faces. One stupid, pathetic accident while ice skating and he's reduced to this. He hisses and sits up, shifting his injured leg slowly. "Boys, you're my only hope," he says. "Every year, I send my grandmama a Christmas card, but I'm not exactly going anywhere with my leg like this. Please... please..."

The twins exchange glances before Brendan nods, taking the card from him. "Of course, Daniel. We'll mail it out for you."

"Thank you," Daniel breathes out, flopping back against the couch. "She's so delicate, not receiving a card from me could..."

As he rambles on, the boys leave, exchanging small smiles as they walk to the car. "He's always so dramatic."


Sunday, 6 December 2015 22:41
Alison sits in front of the fire and stares blankly ahead. Her life had changed not that long ago, with the loss of her best friend. She watches the fire lick, crackle, snap against the wood. Many a winter they had spent here, thinking, daydreaming, imagining their futures. But now his is gone and hers is shattered.

She closes her eyes against the warmth and the light, releasing a tired sigh. "You know I would do anything to have you sitting next to me right now," she whispers, glancing down at his spot forlornly. "Absolutely anything." She barely reacts to fireworks as they blast outside.


"Happy New Years, Aaron."

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Sunday, 8 March 2015 22:39
The water is a clear blue and whisper soft as it flows up against the dam designed to control it. Life drones on not far away, but things are peaceful and quiet, at least for now.

Dark blue eyes watch birds fly lazily over the water, sometimes diving down to drink or attempt to snag unlucky fish that get too close to the surface. Aya tilts her head and release a breath, suddenly feeling cold.

She had grown up here for the past twenty-five years, watching modernization and change take over the island. Now, with progress looming, she can't help but wonder. Wonder what will happen to the birds and the water, and the peace.

Kotlin Island has always been her home, and always would be, but the more time passes, the more restless she feels. She barely recognizes her own home somedays and it leaves her feeling listless and disconnected.

Stepping closer to the edge and peering down at her reflection, she tries to find something familiar. Her shoulder-length black hair, her intense gaze, her slim body and pale skin... Nothing makes her feel better and she digs her nails into her palms, feeling a prickling pain that's deeper than just the physical.

"I need a change," she murmurs. "Things can't continue on this way..." This thought, spoken aloud, gives her something to focus on, cling to as she considers the next stage of her life.



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