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Stretch out my life and pick the seams out Take what you like, but close my ears and eyes Watch me stumble over and over... *brighthouse* Brighthouse was already moving. He strode over to the second room, her words pattering along after him, and squeezed through...

So there was a little bit of payback to be had and it showed itself in the woman's nervous chattering. Guilt should have settled in (or at least a sliver of it) for being its cause, but Brighthouse just couldn't manage to find where he kept that particular emotion. Not for the grief she'd...

That she had, in fact, climbed over the fencing shouldn't have been a surprise. She'd admitted as much to him, but somewhere on the surface of those musings was the much more rational hope that she'd managed to slither through an unlocked door or... or... nothing. There were no other options...

on a cobweb afternoon in a room full of emptiness Said the joker to the thief, Kara's mind countered, a propos to the crow remark, although it made no sense. She was beginning to tire, the adrenaline long gone, her hunger making her weak. Sneaking a pinch of omelet, she popped it in her mouth...

*brighthouse* <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I knew exactly, I knew exactly what this would feel like I knew this day was coming, I knew it right from the start I knew exactly, I knew exactly what you would be to me A scar on...

*brighthouse* --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Decades of hiding in the lower classes couldn't quell muscle memory. Not entirely. Entrenched as he was in his own...

Dark eyes gleamed like jet, twin jewels aimed at Leo over Kara's shoulder. They revealed nothing in the aftermath of the barman's gratitude, but it seemed he was less interested in her reaction than he was his eggs. She wouldn't have answered, anyway. The sentiment and sincerity behind his...

--------------------- ____*brighthouse* There's always hope Hope in death Once the wisps had disappeared, darkness slammed down on the graveyard like a curtain. The city glow above could barely penetrate it. Brighthouse strained to make out his accuser's face. Something...

Her jaw tensed. Leo's first question-statement could have been an open-handed slap at her sanity, rather than a comment on her physical health. She wouldn't put it past him. She wouldn't put it past anyone, good, bad, stupid, or sinner, and had heard it so often it hardly fazed her at this...

They're writing my history Think somebody should've asked me Everyone was safe in their beds Their beds And I said... ------------------ Nighttime didn't make for silence. Carts rolled by on the street past the wall, night-soil men and rag-takers among the many forced to work under the cover...

Going downstairs wasn't pleasant. Every footstep caused her pain. Kara did a mental check to assure herself she'd missed a concussion, knowing the effects could slide in stealthily, but shrugged off the idea when her boot hit the last step. Without hesitation, she strode into the bar, her...

*brighthouse* ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oi, come back here!" He couldn't raise his voice, couldn't...

You're a boy and I'm a girl But you know you can lean on me And I don't have no fear I'll take on any man here Who says that's not the way it should be...

* brighthouse * "Stop that." The man who called himself Brighthouse nudged his assistant with a knee. The lad--as all of the cemetery men pretended she was--who knelt at his feet had a finger knuckle-deep in his ear, face screwed up in concentration as he dug for an itch. "Show some...

Bernard, too, had learned stillness. The gangster wasn't forgotten, nor was he ignored--B wouldn't have his ankles gnawed upon due to negligence--but he was simply put into the background as the monk settled into a holding pattern. His body shifted to half-solid, gauzy-thin but unwavering...

Of all the kindred souls to be stuck with in this great and dirty city, it had to be this one. Neither student nor son, Alessandro wouldn't care a jot if Bernard let his disappointment at such poor behavior show. The lad had nothing to lose if there was no love gained on the monk's side, but...

The blink Bernard had affected earlier in the kitchen had conveyed a message; he had no use for such theatrics now. Staring across the table for a frightfully long time, the monk kept his expression so blank that one might doubt it had ever been shadowed by distrust, disapproval, or outright...

Bernard had never played poker. He'd heard it mentioned, seen it in passing on the picture-box Kara put on the background as noise, but hadn't had the pleasure of sitting down to learn its intricacies. That didn't mean he didn't know the one rule that governed it: bluff or lose. Sitting in...

Snowfall had done its best to cleanse the city. Although Bernard had been gone but a matter of hours, plows and vehicles had blackened the piled-up slush along the curb. Clouds peeled away from the sun, scattering patches of shadow across sidewalks and storefronts, promising illumination...

"You sure know how to pick 'em, jackass." Bernard's head ticked back on the thick column of his neck. Brows puckering, he turned the phrase over in his mind for a moment, wondering what context the jab had when it came to him. He had no control over which objects were affected by his moods...