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A Halloween party.

Note: Thanks for sticking with the story for so long guys. I wanted to say that at the moment I am exhausted and burnt out with Relocation and so will be taking a bit of a break on it for a while. I have discovered that forcing myself to put out massive word counts on this when this drained on the story is far from good for it or myself. Thus I’ll be taking a break on Relocation, at least until January, due to sheer need. That being said I wanted to make sure that I got the important Halloween related stuff finished for the holiday, so you do get this. Hope it satisfies.

 

Relocation - Part Fifteen )

 

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Because even now I can’t give up on Bouncer Maine. I may turn this into a short, evolving mini-series of stories. Or series of mini-stories. Starts with Watching and then moves to Need, Missed, Love. 

 

Out of Place )
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For my rewritten and missing scenes meme to celebrate 900 followers, an anon asked for: “the Metadata date (it’s totally a date) from Relocation, only this time, York DOESN’T interrupt it?

 

Relocation - Interlude One Alternate Scene )
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Guess what’s back. If you guessed Relocation, then you would be correct. Welcome to the first of a few Interlude chapters. With the place we left our characters in Chapter 13 we sort of need to bridge some time before we can get some real advancement. To do that I bring you the beginning of a brief series of Interlude chapters. These chapters are designed to pass a pesky time period without a flat out jump, so we can see how things are developing and explore some of the other characters. These chapters will be switching back and forth between only two PoVs, and I really do hope you’ll enjoy them.

 

Relocation - Interlude One )

 

Watching

Jun. 26th, 2014 05:38 pm
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Summary: Maine stands outside the door, controls the line, and watches a man in green.

 

Watching )

 

They Are

Jun. 25th, 2014 05:37 pm
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Summary: Two souls dancing around each other, through time, though space, through the dimensions.

They Are

They are drawn to each other. Two souls dancing around each other, through time, though space, through the dimensions.

He’s Maine, Matthew, Nathaniel, Caleb, Jacobs. He’s a soldier, a student, a construction worker, hired muscle or something else entirely. He’s quiet, always quiet. Speaks in different ways. Sometimes silence, sometimes grunts, sometimes French, Greek, Russian.

He’s Delta, D, Daniel, Damien, Dustin, and once even Jonathan. He’s a program, a teacher, a student, a mathematician, or something else entirely. He’s strings of words and thoughts, speaking to fill the silence, or embracing the silence itself. He speaks in numbers, logic, all languages and none.

Sometimes it’s easy. They meet, they touch, they kiss, they live each other, drunk on the taste of their skin, their lips, their bodies, their love. Conversations come easily, connections formed immediately.

Sometimes it’s hard. They don’t meet. They meet and are doomed long before that. They meet to be torn apart and fused into one. They fight, they hate, they tear each other to pieces. There is no love. Maybe there isn’t even tolerance. Conversations don’t happen, connections are those that are forced.

Sometimes they are a gentle rain. Kisses are slow, stolen, if they exist at all. The love is still there, in the holding of hands, in the smiles, in the ways they pass their cup of coffee back and forth.

Sometimes they are a storm. Kisses are fire that burn along their bodies as hands claw at over each other. Kisses aren’t just stolen, they are plundered as hands move everywhere and they are a flurry of flesh and a series of moans and pleas and screams.

They are the words ‘I love you’ out loud, unspoken, unknown, in small actions and sweet kisses. They are the words 'I need you’ in a gaze, in a touch, in a heated whisper as they fumble for a bed. They are the words 'I trust you’ when they stand side by side before their foes. They are the word 'together’ across life times.

They are enamored with each other.

They are drunk on each other.

They are two made one across the cosmos.

They are.

They are.

They.

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