loch/chloe

The ballroom was empty this time of night. Just like the last time, he'd cut his hand and drawn a circle on the floor. In the circle of the floor was a book, just like last time. He was drunk, too, just like last time. This time, the symbols were perfect. The moonlight that fell in through...

He caved. With his one good hand, Lochlann punched Chloe's number into his phone. He didn't think she'd be up and he wasn't expecting an answer, but at least if he called Chloe, Lochlann could say he tried to do something right. God, did he fuck up. He was lying on the beach wearing...

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@"Kait" He arrived exactly at seven thirty. He confirmed it was Chloe by the shadow that spilled over him and onto the hallway before the door was even fully opened. He grabbed her, hefted her up easily, and tossed her over his left shoulder, keeping her secure by holding onto the back of...

He'd almost forgotten Chloe was coming over. Since he'd spent most of the week drunk and self-medicating on horse tranquilizers, Lochlann had lost track of how long it'd been since he last left his room. He was pretty certain he'd taken a trip to the liquor store and told his classmates I'm...

They told him there might be complications, but looking back, Lochlann realized he didn't really know what the doctors had meant by that. He was busy thinking that all of his relationships had become complicated, or maybe they were always this messed up and he just didn't know. He was sitting...

He was drunk, so of course it seemed like a good idea. Lochlann Cabyll-Each was standing at the top of the ballroom stairs in the dark. His dark hair was mussed and still-damp, the t-shirt he was wearing was a size too small and clinging desperately to his body, and he wasn't wearing shoes...