Another year...

[immortalmacleod]

Duncan wanted to stay at home today, but he had too many people either calling or visiting all the time now. Yeah, he was pretty sure that someone would call up and say "Happy Birthday", or if he waited long enough for Athos to get rid of his hangover, then he'd mention it

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[fannyfae]

Fanny checked her dayplanner for the day's schedule. At the top she had written in her smallish script, "Ducan's Birthday" with a little birthday cake and balloons drawn in ink. She pulled her cellphone out of her purse and hit Duncan's number.

She had hoped that she would get to talk to him herself but instead it rolled to voicemail. She heard his voice on the phone and waited for the message to beep.

"I just thought I would call and wish a Happy Birthday to my kinsman and friend, and here I bet you thought we all forgot! Give me a call sometime, Duncan. Would love to have coffee sometime. Ciao."

She hated leaving the voicemail, but the connections in Boston could be so iffy.

[allfor_one]

Athos had made it point to be discreet when it came to forging this particular weapon. Multiple times a week for a few passing months he'd spent hours in his crudely prepared smith shop he had rented to make certain that his project would not be discovered. Endless nights and exhaustion were poured into this masterpiece for it was made to dance in the palms of a man considered a master in an art comparable only to the polished beauty that was to be the blade's finished result