theirgoldenboy: (Smile!)
Nobody would be able to pull Caleb's beard off, when he ... dressed up as Santa!
theirgoldenboy: (Looking down (cap: Danvers))
Caleb had meant every single word he'd said, and more, but it took no more than touching an old gift, next time when he was alone - shift at the hospital coinciding with school - to render him helpless to stop the shivering or keep the contents of his stomach or calm the whirlwind in his mind.
theirgoldenboy: (Emo)
"Nobody can judge an internal injury by the size of the superficial wound, of the hole."
-Salman Rushdie


A/N: Another fic of doom! Even more so since it's set in the crazy (and not in the good way) 'verse Cliffs of Insanity. Generally, not too fun time; read with 'disturbing content inside' advisement. Partly co-written with [profile] broken_circles. Reid is [personal profile] letsdropin


The TV was on because Mary had been watching it before they left; mute, because Chase had turned the sound down to say 'bye. )

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July 2011

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