So much to live forHe sighed and wiped some sweat from his brow, setting his axe down and looking at the lumber he'd worked on chopping today. He was exhausted, but it was about time for him to go home, along with the other workers around him. Two of them being his older brother and father, but he sort of had plans for after work today. He put his axe away, and then waved to his father and brother before rushing out of the mill and heading to a designated spot where he always met his special someone. It was their favorite picnic spot, weather permitting, but today was a lovely day.
He unbuttoned his long sleeve shirt, having a plain white, old and dirty t-shirt underneath which had some obvious sweat stains, but if his girlfriend had been disgusted by sweaty men she wouldn't have had a boyfriend in District 7, unless he didn't work at the mill. Ash ran the last few steps, then smiled as he saw his gorgeous, blonde girlfriend sitting on a blanket and waving to him from where she was sitting. He ran over,
Stand tall and face it all togetherHe first realized that Gigi was under the Imperius Curse when she tried to strangle him in his sleep. He woke to the feeling of her small, pale hands trying to wrap around his neck and apply pressure. Being an Auror in training meant he knew how to defend himself against foes and trouble makers, but his own wife? Surely he couldn't harm her. Thankfully she's a tiny little thing and he easily grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands back from his throat, although he did manage to bruise her wrists with the pressure he used to keep her unrelenting grip from returning to his neck. After that he had her sent to St. Mungos, since he knew he couldn't manage this alone. He needed the aid of people who might be able to take care of her, and get this curse off of her. He knew he had to find out who was after him, too. He knew that could be a long list of people, since he had been out on the field once or twice with his other Auror trainees. They were known for making some dangerous enemies, afte
The Beginnings of a Romance"My dear sister,
I hope this letter reaches you in good health. I'm afraid a horrible illness has fallen upon myself and my eldest daughter, Truth. As you know, without my husband at my side anymore it has become very difficult to find help and as such I fear this illness will take my life and my daughter's, but my youngest, Perseverance, has not caught this illness and I beg that you take her in and care for her. You know I would do the same for your children.
I know these are difficult times for both of us, since your husband left your side as well, but I pray you will show mercy to my dear one.
I pray you remain well,
Your sister; Integrity."
She looked from the letter to the lanky young girl standing at her doorstep in a worn gown that looked a little long for her, likely a hand me down from her eldest sister, and then back to the letter.
"I see my sister gives me yet another mouth to feed." She said in an aggravated tone. The girl looked down as though she was ashame
This is going to hurtCurtis ran down the hallway, pushing nurses and doctors out of his way as he ran with desperation. His scarf was uneven around his neck, and his hair was wind blown and a mess. He had a teary look in his eyes and then he came up to the door and just as he began to open it a doctor exited the doorway. The doctor put his hands on Curtis' shoulders to prevent him from entering the room.
"You must be Mr. Fletchkiss. Please calm down, sir. Let me tell you the diagnosis before you enter." The doctor said calmly. Curtis tried to look past him to catch sight of Wesley, but then he nodded. He was already too choked up to talk. The doctor sighed and looked at him. "I'm afraid Wesley was very badly wounded. Fatally so. We've done everything we can possibly do, and we've come to the conclusion that he was struck with some fatal Dark Magic, and we can't...do anything."
Curtis' eyes widened with horror. "What are you talking about!? We have magic! Use magic! You have to save him!" Curtis deman
Fletchkiss Vacations"What do you mean you told them it'd be alright to bring their boyfriends? You didn't seriously tell them that they could bring their boyfriends on our yearly winter cabin trip, Wesley." Curtis said as he stood in the kitchen, arms crossed, and staring quite pointedly at his husband.
Wesley shrugged, leaning against the counter in the kitchen. "Well, they asked me and I said yes. I didn't see a problem with it, honestly. They've both been dating pretty seriously for a while, and going on vacations with your significant other is a big deal." Wesley said as he looked at him.
"No, absolutely not. This is not happening." Curtis stated firmly. "Where are Ignatius and Nate going to sleep? Not in the same bed with Noelle and Nick, that's for sure."
Wesley shook his head. "No, no. But we'll figure out a comfy arrangement. The cabin is pretty roomy, you know." He pointed out.
Curtis snapped his fingers. "Oh, they can sleep on the floor." He decided with a nod.
"Curtis-" Wesley started, but then
UnrequitedUnrequited love is the most difficult thing in the whole wide world, and I don't think anyone understands it until it happens to you personally. I never once imagined I'd suffer from it. I always thought I was too laid back for all that drama and such, but apparently even I could be a victim. And you won't believe who I am desperately in love with either. A gentle, nature loving hippy. As much love as he has for me, he has enough love for everyone else, too. He's never once been in a relationship that was romantic, and I've come to realize to some extent that it's impossible for him to be in that kind of love. I only wish I'd realized it sooner.
I remember when we were First Years together. He attached himself to me the minute he saw me, somehow. He was scared and lonely, I could tell, so I befriended him and we ended up talking all the way up until we had to get sorted. He was nervous about not being in the same House as me, but I reminded him that we'd be friends no matter where we e
If you don't wanna take it slowWho: Curtis Hodgkiss and Ana Greenshire
When: January 9th
What: Oh, you know. Couple talk~
Why: Because they have things to talk about, ohoho~