Esme was sitting on the roof of the library, legs dangling over the side so her presence was very obvious, reading. She'd been there for almost twenty-four hours now, and if not for the fact that she reached out occasionally to turn a page she would have looked like some strange literary gargoyle.

Her mind was in a different place. The problem ( Read more... )

"Come on! Just up ahead. We ( Read more... )

When Ianto Jones wakes up, the sight before him was not what he was expecting, and he dislikes that immensely. He's the type of man that counts the minutes it takes him to brush his teeth in the morning and takes the same route to work every day. Working for Torchwood does not involve a routine which is why he finds his so invaluable. At least he ( Read more... )

It is a rare event for Morgana to find herself alone.  Even in her chambers, should Gwen not be attending her, all Morgana needs to do is leave them to come across one of the hundreds of people involved in creating a functioning palace.  Despite his insistence otherwise, Arthur is also a readily found companion, should she be in the mood to ( Read more... )