Icarus had two people in his life that he loved.

Both of them were brilliant, fascinating, intriguing and, in many ways quite mad.

It was, he knew, quite possible that in settling down with Pythagoras, he had picked a man far too much like his father. People did that, he’d heard, chose partners who had similar qualities to their parents. Pythagoras ( Read more... )

Title: No Fate But What We Make
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Nothing compared to the thrill of the hunt.

Merlin could hear his prey’s blood pulsing strongly with fear and desperation. It would taste so much sweeter for it. Merlin could kill in an instant, but he liked the chase. This one had headed for a church, was struggling with the door…

Merlin moved, instantly at the man’s side. He saw blue eyes widen in ( Read more... )

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I tried really, really hard to resist.  I blame tarlanx for posting the latest card on her LJ.  This is for Round 5 of Trope BingoDeadline is October 31st ( Read more... )

Becker hated shopping.

He particularly hated clothes shopping, on a Saturday morning when the shops were horrendously crowded. He hated sitting on the seats left outside changing rooms with all the other sad saps who’d been dragged along for Saturday morning shopping hell. He’d never even noticed such things existed (the seats or the sad saps) ( Read more... )

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