Thorn Wilde

CHAPTER TWENTY Ask For Answers Dave awoke snuggled up to Nick’s back. He took a moment to breathe in the scent of his hair. It was light outside. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to go anywhere, just savour this moment, before he would be forced to think rationally about it all. He kissed the nape of Nick’s neck. Nick stirred, yawned, arched his back, and Dave kissed his neck again, a bit higher up, and then he kissed the skin behind his ear, and his jaw, and bit gently into his

Oh, definitely. Can you imagine Brian Molko's face when Bowie was all, 'Hey, you know the title track from your latest album? I made a harmony. Want to record it?'

Well, it's not over quite yet, but we're getting there.

Sent answers for the readers and editors questions. I suck at dealing with writer's block, so...

Hi, Glenn! Welcome to the family! ❤️

Thank you. Apology entirely accepted. ❤️

CHAPTER NINETEEN Protect Me From What I Want ‘Are you sure you want to go to that concert?’ asked Mandira, shouldering her bag. ‘I mean, after what happened at the last one . . .’ They set off towards the exit together. ‘Things are completely different now,’ said Dave. ‘It won’t be like last time. Besides, I really am a fan. The Oxymorons are an awesome band.’ ‘I know.’ Mandira smiled. ‘But . . . I just don’t want either of you guys to get hurt.’ ‘Bit late for that, to

Another Placebo one. It's the kind of song you just want to make out to.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN This Picture Nick came inside and put down his guitar case in the hall. ‘That you, Nick?’ called Richard from the kitchen. ‘No, it’s Father Christmas. Sorry I’m a couple months late, traffic was hell.’ Richard laughed. ‘You hungry?’ Nick took off his shoes and coat and walked into the kitchen. ‘What’s for dinner?’ Richard tossed his head towards the cooker. ‘Spagbol. Help yourself, I already ate. How was band practice?’ ‘Not bad. Stuart got

They certainly need a bit of a push. As for Nick's birthday, you will see in literally ten minutes, because I have nothing else to post tonight and can't be bothered to wait until tomorrow.

For Geralt, anyway. Lambert is an angry boy.

I think they were sufficiently mortified. Besides, soon enough they'd both be on the path and Geralt would be free to begin his career as a womaniser of epic proportions.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Battle for the Sun Dave woke before dawn, with Nick cradled in his arms. He wanted more than anything to stay just like that, kiss Nick awake and do again everything they had done the night before. But even though he had told Nick that he didn’t regret it (and he really didn’t, in spite of everything), he still felt ashamed. This would complicate things significantly. He loved Nick. Part of him probably always would, no matter what happened. But he was still not c

You're very right. Nick has his own things to think about too, though.

This showed up in my playlist today. Contains, I think, one F-bomb, so warning for that, I guess.

The key when it comes to defining cheating (or anything else, really) in a relationship, is communication. This is why I've enjoyed being in a polyamorous relationship, because you always lay down the ground rules when you start out, and you check in along the way. When you're used to monogamy, it's easy to think that what you define as cheating is the same thing your partner defines as cheating, and that way lies madness. Some think flirting with someone else is cheating. Some draw the line at kissing. My ex and I basically agreed that we could kiss whomever we wanted, for instance, but no more than that. It's important to talk about this stuff and make sure you actually agree. And I mean agree, not acquiesce. If you're not okay with it, it shouldn't happen. And vice versa.

I had a tiger costume when I was a kid. Like, 7 or 8 or something. Even made a little song and a dance saying I was a baby tiger. Super embarrassing to think about now, but I had a blast in that costume.

Oh god, the last one, with the hand down his . . .

Oh wow, impossible to choose just one favourite... Can I pick one per genre? Neil Gaiman's American Gods stands out as an absolute favourite. Another is The Left Hand of Darkness by the recently departed Ursula K. LeGuin, which is a work ahead of its time that deals very much with the concept of fluid gender. I love the Harry Potter books, but I'm actually not sure I'd call them favourites any longer, even though they were so important to me growing up (I was 9 when the first came out, 19 when the last one did, so I'm definitely part of the Potter generation). There's also Good Omens by Gaiman and Pratchett. And Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan, which is a wonderful piece of gay young adult fiction. Wish I'd had books like that one growing up.

‘Fuck, ow!’ Lambert glared at Geralt. ‘Stop squirming and it won’t hurt, kid.’ ‘Don’t call me “kid”, old man!’ Geralt chuckled, pulling the bandage taut and winding it one last time around Lambert’s shoulder. He had skewered it on the end of his own sword after dropping it when Geralt gave him a savage kick while training. It was getting towards winter, but Kaer Morhen was still mostly empty, not many of the Witchers on the Path returned yet. As such, even if they’d never exactly

Ben Connor, from Lavender & Gold, is shamelessly based on Benedict Cumberbatch. Appearance wise, anyway. Other than that, I can't really think of any characters I've written that are physically based on real people, although I do have characters that are based on my friends. Don't know how much they actually look like them, though. EDIT: I have heard, though, that humans are incapable of inventing faces, and as such any person you imagine (people in your dreams especially), or draw, or paint, is subconsciously based on a person you've actually seen. Don't know if that's actually true or not.

Another favourite, and incidentally the title of the chapter of Nemesis: Loud Like Love that I just posted. Definitely about sex, and also definitely erotic.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Purify Nick’s mobile rang. It was Mel. ‘Hey! You ready for Manchester?’ ‘Hey, Mel. Course I am.’ He could practically hear her smile. ‘Can’t wait to see you again. And can’t wait to see Placebo! Though I’m guessing I’m not half as excited about it as you are.’ Nick laughed. ‘Probably not. Anything in particular I need to bring, you think?’ ‘Clothes? Toothbrush? I hear toothbrushes are good to bring when you’re travelling.’ ‘Typically, yes.’ N

Currently, this one: