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13:30 PM Sam woke up around one in the afternoon. He had no idea what time it was, but the sun looked like it was around at least noon. He sat up with a groan, almost hitting his head on that little table. He remembered about it just in time, and performed some strange motion, trying to avoid it. The motion was somewhat successful, so after he sat there for about a half an hour straight, he decided to walk down the road until he hit something that looked like a populated area. Sam didn’t
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February 14th, 2:03 AM Sam moaned and peeled his eyes open. Everything around him was pitch-black and it was beyond cold. He tried to figure out where in the world he was. He got up, shaking uncontrollably from cold, wrapping his arms around himself. He had no idea what time it was, and he had no idea how he got here. He also had no idea where ‘here’ was. He could hear water splashing somewhere below him, and the wind was merciless. He shoved his hand into his pocket, hoping to find his
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“How in the holy hell were you able to doodle that?” Gabriel asked half an hour later, carefully rubbing olive oil into Desmond’s shoulder. “I don’t know...” Desmond hissed through his clenched teeth. “I don’t know... I have an idea, but I don’t know if... Oh, son of a bitch...! I don’t know if I am right or not...” “What idea?” Gabriel carefully applied some cream and then started to cover the burnt, oozing blood spot with bandages. Desmond inhaled sharply when the bandages rubbed a
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February 13th Gabriel stretched and yawned with great gusto. He didn’t get much sleep last night, but he wasn’t complaining in the slightest. The reasons were totally worth losing a couple of hours of sleep. Here he winced slightly, realizing that he completely forgot to go through the damn file. “Dammit,” he grumbled and looked at the clock. It was three in the afternoon. He sighed and turned towards the computer. Several minutes later, he was scanning through the names, looking f
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A good thought! I did not think of that one!
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February 12th “It’s time,” she said, and Desmond helplessly gritted his teeth. “Go,” she nodded. “Go!” she repeated more forcefully when he tried to overcome whatever it was that she cast on him. “I am going to kill you,” he said quietly, and then she was gone. He sat up in bed, looking around blindly for several minutes. Finally, he slid out of bed very quietly, got dressed, and left the bedroom, absent-mindedly scratching his right shoulder -- it was itching like crazy. He stopped
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There is. More than one, actually. But no Old Ones in those The next story would be getting into the whole Claudia/Reagan/Guardians-thing in more depth, but I don't know if I should post it here -- it doesn't really fit into the site's guidelines. I don't wanna get yelled at 😶
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Done, captain!
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February 9th They cried out at the same time, their spasms so identical, it didn’t seem real. Sam dropped his head into Blair’s shoulder, his entire body trembling, his breath nowhere near steady. Blair buried his fingers in Sam’s hair, his heart fluttering somewhere in his throat by now. He didn’t mind being on the receiving end; he would usually prefer the upper hand, but with Sam, that was out of the question. Therefore, one of those days a couple of months ago, while Sam kept stuttering
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“Okay, okay,” Blair was growing more and more impatient. “I get it; watch out for someone who was born on Winter Equinox. If that’s all, I am going home!” “Blair...” “Ugh, what?!” he whirled around and impatiently stared at the tall, dark-haired man. “Would you like to know the date of the Equinox?” the man asked patiently. “January-something,” Blair shrugged. “Felix, I gotta...” “It’s on February fourteenth,” Felix said, and Blair became mute. “What?” Felix frowned when he s
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/cue ominous music 😐
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By the end of Solstice break, Desmond was nightmare-free; he didn't have a single one ever since that afternoon nap on Solstice Eve. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. Sleeping peacefully again was great, sure, but he was almost positive that those nightmares had something to do with the whole sacrifice thing. He had no idea what it might be, but his intuition was never wrong. To his greatest frustration, Tess DeCrusse had to take off right when the new semester started on the third of Ja
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“Oh, hell, no...!” they said at the same time when they saw each other. Sam and Gabriel frowned in a comically similar manner, but Desmond and Blair failed to notice that. They stared at each other for a full minute, and then they slowly shifted their gazes to dumbfounded Sam. “That’s him?” they said in yet another unison. “Errr...” Sam blinked somewhat rapidly, looking completely confused. “Yeah...” he said very carefully. “That’s a ‘yeah’ to both of you... Why...?” Desmond coul
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“Okay, mutt,” he said after he dragged the bag of dog food inside the house. “Here is the deal... I got your damn food, so...” He stopped talking when the dog let out a very uncertain and confused sound. “What?” he frowned when the animal just stood there with a strange look in his eyes. “Oh, don’t tell me that you are going to throw up!” That didn’t seem to be the case, however. The dog looked plain confused right now, as if he had no idea who Desmond was. He frowned deeper, immedia
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“Des,” Gabriel said very firmly. “We need to talk...”Those words made Desmond uneasy before Rayhe even closed his mouth. He remembered the last time Gabriel said that. Nothing good happened then. “What?” he said tightly. “Solstice is in two days,” Gabriel said, and Desmond relaxed ever so slightly. “I got your damn present,” he muttered. “Patience is a virtue, you know...” “You did?” Rayhe sounded genuinely surprised. “Huh... No, that’s not what I meant,” he shook his head impati
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Gabriel almost said something several times about Desmond’s driving, but he would bite his tongue right before he opened his mouth. Desmond’s jaw was locked very tightly right then, and Rayhe was quite positive that he would throw him out of the car if he said anything. Not when it was moving, of course, but still... He had no desire to end up on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, under that blasted rain. Finally, after two hours or so, Desmond’s jaw relaxed somewhat, and Gabriel
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It was a month later, and Desmond gloomily stared out of the window in his office. It was the end of October, and the weather this year was beyond merciless. It started getting quite cold a week ago, and it was almost freezing right now. Desmond didn’t even want to think of what would happen in November. To top everything off, it was raining right now, and Desmond hated rain. He sighed and pulled a pile of papers that was sitting on his desk closer to him. At first, he thought of simply taki
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When they got home, the dog let out a high-pitched yelp and attacked Sam almost viciously, his tail wagging so furiously that it was threatening to create a serious whirlwind. Desmond didn’t even bother saying anything when that shovel-looking tongue started violating kid’s face and mouth. He took off his boots and slightly shoved the dog aside, trying to get him out of his way. Suddenly, the dog left Sam alone and gave Desmond a very confused look. “What?” Desmond shoved his boots into the
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He wasn’t a single bit surprised when he came home and found Sam scrubbing the floors with furious desperation. He looked very determined. Desmond glanced around. “Good God!” he thought. The house literally sparkled. “Did you do anything besides cleaning today?” he asked and took a step forward, thinking of making some tea. Sam straightened up with speed of lightning, the rug jerking violently in his hand when he shot his arm towards Desmond. “Don’t!” he barked, and Desmond froze. Fo
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The next couple of weeks were frantic and uneventful at the same time. Gabriel never brought up the subject of what was bothering Desmond that one night, as if figuring that if Desmond wanted to talk about it, he would do it without any questions asked. Desmond raided the library several more times, getting more and more frustrated every time, since he couldn’t find anything even remotely helpful. To his even greater frustration, Tess had no idea what ‘being prepared’ meant, and she knew next to
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Frankie and Louie could not believe their own eyes. “Do you see what I see?” Frankie asked incredulously. “I see what you see,” Louie said in the same tone of voice. There it was, the same damn car they came across a couple of days ago when that little brat broke Frankie’s nose, knocked Louie’s tooth out, and dealt some serious damage to Stan’s kneecap. Then that flame-throwing freak showed up, and things went downhill from there. The hatefully familiar car took a right turn into a d
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He came home in less than an hour, ignoring a very bizarre smell of smoky apples in his car. He didn’t even notice it. “Kid!” he called loudly when he walked inside the house. “Kid...! Sam!” He was greeted by silence, and then the dog walked into the living room, his expression cautious, tail jerking weakly in a small wag attempt. Desmond looked at him with a small frown. “Where is your master?” he asked quietly, and the dog just blinked at that. “Great,” Desmond sighed. “I am talkin
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He didn’t even care what he was putting on right now. All that mattered was the fact that he had pants, shirt, and shoes. Pants and shirt were taken care of, and shoes were by the front door. He stopped by the bathroom mirror, ran a brush over his messed up hair a couple of times, and wrapped a hair band around his hastily made ponytail. He walked out of the bedroom and stopped by a closed door. A dark, vindictive smile ran across his mouth and he swung the door open, not even pretending to
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