Dark Wings » The daughter of a banished queen, Lynxpaw isn't expected to become anything but a future exile. But when she suddenly starts receiving visions of a forest bathed in blood and a shadowy she-cat standing on top of a towering boulder, the remainder of the clans cowering before her, she's unwillingly drawn into a conspiracy that will turn blood against blood.

unloose the beauty of your eyes » A mysterious organisation; a plot to end the world—and, perhaps, even, a chance at a happy ending for a woman who is far more used to the cold silence of loneliness.

could roses bloom again? Hermann nods and then hisses at the pain the movement causes. Fuck, Newt thinks, I—I did that to him. I tried to—I tried to kill him. The claustrophobic feeling is back again, pressing in on him from all sides as his gaze remains fixed on the purple fingerprints on the other's pale skin— [How Hermann and Newt deal with the events of the dinner the previous night.]

1 hallucinations only mean (that your brain is on fire) He shuts himself in after that for a while, only emerging when absolutely necessary. When the longing for new letters and the pain of Newton's words becomes too great, Hermann goes to one of the bars in town and orders enough drinks that the bartender has to cut him off, citing alcohol poisoning. [Hermann and Newt, through the years, before the Drift and after.]

La Douleur Exquise This? This is the story of how I was a dumbass. Ethan! Language. Muffled laughter from the first speaker; an exasperated sigh from the second. Well? Are you going to tell the story, or am I? No, no, I'm getting there.

2 Bitter Sweet » Just a normal case—find and contain the source. Who knew it would end in such tragedy? [reuploaded two-shot]

Veni, vidi, vici » The path to success is a long, winding one, trailing off into darkness, and it's better to walk with a friend in the dark than alone in the light.