Why are ye fearful, oh ye of little faith?

There's a void inside him where the monster used to be. Its shape is the outline of a man. Post.

You can give up something you love. You can't give up something you need.

He can't deny he wants her, but he can feel just a little less guilty for it. Drabble.

Scars are stories of survival.

Nothing matters until the deed is done.

Don't worry, Kid, there's no such thing. Post.

He likes the taste of her skin a little too much.

There's blood on his hands when he comes in. Post.

Some stains never come out. Post.

The pipe dream came true, and she's left with her own that can't. Post.

The line between reality and fantasy blurs further when he closes his eyes. Post.

Moments like flickering flames and dying embers. A collection of Caleb Varek/Sonja centric drabbles. Ratings vary.

He counted stars, because sheep were too tempting. Post.

Moira always thought her life lacked something. She never would have counted on it being the one thing she'd been raised to be fear and hate. Vareck/OC

Make a joyful noise for your red showers of blessings.

When Adam ate of Eve's offering, his eyes were opened. He was naked and dead. Post.

If it isn't broken... Post. Implied character death.

Even when she drives him wild he still holds up his barriers.