A collection of short bits from the mind of one Xerxes Break (mostly). Includes AUs, introspections, prompted and unprompted randomness, and... well, a lot of angst. Ratings and lengths vary; please read author notes for each chapter for warnings. May contain shipping, but no smut. Labeled complete only because entries are self-contained; updates may occur.

Safe—he feels so awfully safe, held like this, but Xerxes can let himself indulge in that just this once (though, he's said that to himself before); there is a deep-seated, bitter contentment inside him at the mere fact that he can still touch this man, feel his warmth and even taste him as pale lips part to let their tongues touch.