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I had this long post about RL sucky stuff but you know what? I've deleted it because I don't want to talk about it any more. James and I spent the last two days talking over appealing against the decision and after talking to the union he's handed in his resignation five minutes ago and that's it.

Anyway, I need happy things so have a picture of the gorgeous flat faced Wade I saw today instead.

Isn't he pretty? Such a gorgeous flat faced beautiful thing who really should be slashed with Chris a lot more often. I'm just saying. And I know a lot of people don't get the Wade love but I don't care.

Other happy things. At least the F5 story is underway, it may be late but not that late at the rate I'm writing it.

interlock is it okay to send it your way when I'm done? How good it'll be is another matter being as I seem to be stuck in a weird place writing wise. Behind the cut is what poor Jo and Lydia were saddled with for their icon meme.

For Lydia.

~*~*~*~

Justin has perfected the art of looking without seeing. It’s the only way he can exist in a world where horror lurks on every corner.

Arms wrapped tight around his body, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, he hurries along dark streets, avoiding alleyways filled with shifting shadows and tempting voices calling him inside. He never stops now whatever he hears, and his freezing fingers rub across scarred skin if he’s ever tempted to forget.

He’s heard them all at least once, screaming, yelling, calling for help but he keeps walking until the sound becomes twisted and ugly, loved voiced overlain with dripping spite and menace.

At first he’d sang to drown out the voices, constantly singing their songs until his voice was little more than a whisper and even then he kept on going, the music playing in his head.

The music still plays on, slower now, a grotesque parody of the songs they used to be, and Justin does the same. Body slowing down and aware the shadows are getting closer every day, spilling from the alley ways with gnarled fingers that grasp at his clothes.

He feels their touch but doesn’t react, just dips his head and keeps on walking.

For Jo

~*~*~*~

Justin lost his sneakers days before. He can’t remember how, just looked down one day and they’d gone. Blue sneakers replaced by puffy mottled flesh, dancers feet broken and destroyed.

Memories spark for a moment, claws against his legs, talons against his skin, but he stuffs his fist in his mouth, biting down to contain the scream and keeps on walking.

He’s only looked back once and the footprints trailed behind, blood red against grey, marking his path step by grisly step. He’s never looked back again.

He keeps walking, one foot in front of another, using the pain to guard against the voices that circle and jab at exposed nerves.

I love you.
Don’t leave me.
Help me.
Look at us, Justin. Look.

He doesn’t look. Not this time, even as the shadows spread, dancing obscenely past his vision, grabbing at his clothes and skin.

Give in Justin.
Come to us.
We love you.
Join us.

Finally he can walk no more. Falls to his knees and hold out his arms as the shadows converge.

As he falls he hears the sobs and joins in, crying tears of blood as he finally sees his friends, guilt stricken and afraid behind a cage of fire as their shadow doubles dance and crow with victory.

I've also got to post my list of updated ficlets and drabbles soon as I have more to add as you people rock my world.

I'm sorta out of the loop with fandom just now but that'll change soon I hope, first though I'm going to keep on with the F5 for a while then it's the fireworks display tonight.

I do know there's two birthdays I need to mention. First, happy belated birthday to

cjmarlowe I hope it was a good one and happy birthday to

dine today! Throws the sparkly confetti for you both.