As I Lift Up My Hands 1/8

( The beads of the rosary are warm against his fingers. )

Master Post :: Part Two

As I Lift Up My Hands 2/8

( The bedroom turns dichromatic when the lightning split the sky. )

Part One :: Master Post :: Part Three

As I Lift Up My Hands 3/8

( Fortunately, if one can speak of fortune at all )

Part Two :: Master Post :: Part Four

As I Lift Up My Hands 4/8

( That Sunday is the first time since the fire. )

Part Three :: Master Post :: Part Five

As I Lift Up My Hands 5/8

( The phone call takes them by surprise. )

Part Four :: Master Post :: Part Six

As I Lift Up My Hands 6/8

( William is tidy and much less scruffy looking. )

Part Five :: Master Post :: Part Seven

As I Lift Up My Hands 7/8

( For some time nothing changes. )

Part Six :: Master Post :: Part Eight

As I Lift Up My Hands 8/8

( Things get easier. )

Part Seven :: Master Post

If this be the winter of our content, it ought to have snow.

This is one thing I dislike about the UK. It has no snow. Or at least not in aesthetically pleasing amounts. Granted, having to move a cubical meter of frozen snow is not fun after a while, but damn, is the stuff pretty!

Well, before it gets driven over/stepped into/run through/melted/otherwise ruined.

At least it's pretty when it falls, in the middle of the night, so quiet and soft and sparkling...

And freezing, granted. But I get cold here too (in my room even), only without the added eye-pleasing bonus.

( Snowy night for Gwy )

Plus, a meme snatched from seraphim_grace.
Like she said, it does remove some of the magic, but I find the info oddly interesting. *smile*

Ask me why I gave any of my fics the title I did, and I shall illuminate!