Birthdays ( Read more... )

The world, he knows and as his name tells him, is both black and white. The shades of grey are all nuance: the flick of a wrist, the finessing of a charm, the beauty in a girl walking by unaware she's being watched, the taste of a perfect pint. When things become as polarized as they are during times of war, the glitter and colour vanish, evaporate ( Read more... )

 Well, this is something.

He enters quietly from the street and scans the crowd.  He's always been more of a watcher than someone who participates.  He's reminded of this often enough by James and Sirius.  He shucks his cloak off and drapes it over the back of a chair.  He fishes his book out of his bag and gives another look about.  A pint finds ( Read more... )

On the list of people who don't really look like a threat is one young Starfleet ensign--a Pavel Chekov, to be specific. He's holding a padd in one hand and looking intently at it as he walks in, star charts held in the crook of his other arm, multiple transparencies blinking in the patterns of constellations and star groups ( Read more... )