urbanhart

The sickening crack on the other side of the door sent ice down Lyall's spine. He froze, his knuckles undoubtedly turning white around the handle. The bed shifted again, but ...

With only half a mind to think and his heart in turmoil, Lyall decided on the walk back to the family home that he ought to sneak in through a ...

Lyall perched on the edge of his and Santiago's bed. Home, but feeling all sorts of Out Of Place. His heart and head were left in turmoil. An absolute fucking ...

It was just one more box in the bedroom, tucked away in the corner. The lid was slightly ajar, and one of his jackets spilled out from digging through the ...

"Don't they have a fixed meet-up point?" Lyall prompted as they cleared yet another flight of stairs. He hadn't been in the uni's art center for a little bit, so ...

Not long after he disappeared around the corner, Lyall found a good moment of rest in the conversation to bring up their since-abandoned companions still at the bar. He took ...

There was that smell again. Lyall bounced a heel as he waited. Adjusted the strap of his bag when it made the tension in his shoulder near unbearable. Checked his ...

Right after shoveling overgrown bird shit all day probably wasn't the best time to check in. But the heat of the stadium had dried Shay's brain down to the size ...

"Here's the proof," Leilan said, slapping down an envelope onto the table. When he pulled his hand away from it, the stamp in the shape of a eight-pointed blue star ...

Per Mum's insistence, Ulf had gone back to uni by the afternoon. It was his final year of studies, after all, and the academic world was not one that liked ...

"'A pinch'?" Hild echoed dubiously. "What measurement would that equate to?" Bo plucked a "pinch" of salt up between his forefinger and thumb. "A pinch," he said with a smile. ...

Oddly enough, Lyall slept fairly solidly once he got back. Not for long, but deeply enough to feel wide awake for the dawn of a new day. Did such effective ...

"Shhh. Here comes Remus," Alan cut in sharply, interrupting Lyall's spiel on some mildly questionable modern acting techniques. "Be on your best behavior." Lyall didn't have the chance to be ...

Though the sun had set, the lower markets were bursting with renewed life. The still-hanging banners of all colors were softly lit by the warm glow of torches. Dancers in ...

FESTIVAL OF THE SUMMER SOLSTICE, DAY 8. 18 OF SOL, 1107 Caspar's favorite part of the festival market so far had to have been the artisans' street, hands down. He ...