( cut for spoilers for S1, just in case )

( Cut for mild spoilers )

Eames awakes late in the afternoon to the depressingly familiar sound of over-large feet kicking their way through the front door of his flat. A lurch of adrenaline propels him up and out of bed before his body remembers how hungover he is, a vile headache stabbing him between the eyes and temporarily crippling him whilst the ominous feet stomp ( Read more... )

They'd discussed it a while ago and finally they organised a good time and day, with the weather clear and the recent strange events seemingly calmed down again ( Read more... )

The Mansion is simply too "housy" for Klingsor's tastes. The walls are too solid, the windows let in too little light and not enough fresh air. And so he's been at work in a weedy, brambly area on the southern fringe of the Mansion grounds, building a small cottage made of stones -- he's not rebuilding any structure with magic. Not ever again. Not ( Read more... )

Echo has been in hiding, of sorts, since his arrival. Better to watch and wait and see what happens when people think they're alone than to put all of his trust in people he doesn't know. He won't make that mistake again ( Read more... )

    The smallest ( Read more... )

Enide is out searching. Not for anyone or anything in particular (though a meeting with a certain knight wouldn't go amiss), she's just lonely, tired of this place, feeling lost. She's been here for so long now, it seems. She's glad of the sunshine, coming summer, but at the same time, it reminds her how long she has been trapped in this place, ( Read more... )

The first thing he does is, he checks to see if he's wearing any clothes. England: bloody ruthless country, it'll take the clothes right off your back, sometimes literally.

Still, it could be worse. He could be in France.

Geoff stands up, dusting the dirt off his highly anachronistic coat, to survey the landscape. It doesn't look too unfamiliar. ( Read more... )