Peace Offering | Gwynnyth and Drahven
Gwynnyth dematerialized to the roof of Drahven’s building. It was just before sunrise, the first pink glow of dawn beginning to lighten the horizon. she lingered for just a moment; she’d read about the brilliant colors that painted the sky at dawn each morning, but after her last encounter with the sun, she had no desire to experience the burning pain that light brought with it. Climbing down the stairs and unlocking his door with her mind, she headed for the kitchen and, setting the bag she’d brought with her on the counter, called his name. ”Drahven? You home?”
Conversation Killer | Gwynnyth and Mary
Gwynnyth took a deep breath, steadying herself for what she was about to do. It was one thing to talk to Drahven about her past; she knew that he’d always love and support her, and no matter what had happened, he’d help her through it at her own pace. But this was a whole other level… Talking to Mary about something of this magnitude made things official; there would be a file, regular sessions, and check ups, as there were with all the residents of Safe Place. She wasn’t sure she was ready for so much attention to be drawn to the issue, but she’d promised Drahven that she would try to work on it, so that’s what she was going to do… Gathering her courage, she straightened her shoulders and knocked on Mary’s door.
Do I hear wedding bells? | Marissa and Jane
Marissa sat on the couch of the billiards room, thumbing through a bridal magazine while another stack rested on the table in front of her. Butch was out fighting for a night and she was off from Safe Place; she decided it was the perfect opportunity to look for ideas for their wedding. Glancing at the ring on her finger, she smiled slightly, wondering what exactly a Catholic wedding would entail.
