NiccalsNightstalker

Murdoc is sitting at the desk in the study, talking to someone on the phone, rubbing his shoulder and wincing because last night the lanky American and he were wrestling when the fix-it man accidentally wrenched it as he tossed him sideways to get the bassist off of his feet. Not that it bothers him much, because their wrestling matches often end with various cuts and scrapes, but each one well earned. The after wrestle celebration more than makes up for any seriously hurt feelings, quickly forgotten amongst a tangle of limbs and the hot sweaty male gymnastics of two worthy opponents. He grins at the memory and lets his hand slide down instea

The quick movement of the pencil over the clean white page, eases down the young man's mind. Taking all thoughts of the last few days and pushing them back hard into a quiet corner and locking it away to stop it from interfering with his regular thinking. Not interested right now in producing one of his careful, almost photo realistic pieces. Because he wants to make a start on the room itself. He scrawls many of the lines and rules only those that he needs to, not even bothering to be careful when he colours the picture in. Although the task itself is enjoyable and each line begins settling him further and calming his heated emotions. The cu

Chapter 7 No Solution Murdoc sat in his little space in the basement flipping through one of his spell books looking for a way to ease the intensity of Noodle’s dreams if they did come back. The man wasn’t all about hexes, curses, and dark spells as the current book contained nothing but white magic. A few days had passed since he and Noodle had their little talk in the backyard and the girl asked him the next morning to keep their conversation a secret. He asked her if she had been dreamed again, and Noodle said no but didn’t rule anything out. Both knew it had only been three days and it was too early to tell if another