[oom: Dying is as good an excuse to start living.]It wasn't what one might call a typical rescue mission with the dashing prince riding on horseback or anything. If one was going to be truthful, it was mostly just an escape from the cemetary, the two of them dodging past headstones and maintenance staff who might have found them familiar somehow ( Read more... )

It has been a series of worthwhile days - and nights - for the soon-to-be piemaker. The empty space he wished so dearly to turn into his very own shop required much more work than he had expected; this was just fine by Ned, however, even if the universe did decide that he needed a break.All it took was walking into the kitchen of the soon-to-be ( Read more... )

There's a breeze out by the lakeside tonight, gusting cold and intermittently.

Charles is standing out in it, face tilted up towards the sky, eyes closed, almost as though he's listening to something just out of hearing distance.

He's been like this for a while.

[ooc: Semi-plotlocked -- please ping before tagging!]

OOM: Blodwen Rowlands disappeared just before Christmas.

Let her stay gone.

Warning: not pretty.

There is a fireplace, with armchairs and sofas and, sometimes, a coffetable. Normally, Medusa sits on the coffetable more than the other furniture - wings - and today is no exception. At least, not in that ( Read more... )

A few days ago thanks to Millitime twisting into an always-convenient knot, Mercer caught up with Puck for the first time in well over a year. There'd been a hell of a lot of stuff to catch up on ( Read more... )

Mercer's got a thing for underdogs.

And while you can't exactly call World Series champs (for two years now) underdogs anymore, hell, they were underdogs for long and fucking well enough ( Read more... )

Raven is sprawled on a couch in front of the fire ( Read more... )

Charles is in the bar ( Read more... )

... Here's a sight you don't see every day ( Read more... )