Keiran will be heading back to his forest soon. The snow will be melting, the campers arriving, and he'll be doing his job.

He has a few days to indulge himself in the company of his fathers and sister, and . . . other people.

Keiran has a boyfriend on Valentine's Day.

This feels like a cause worth celebrating, so he's trying to formulate a Cunning Plan.

Josh is curled up by a roaring fire that just barely fits into the fireplace and is drinking a cup of hot chocolate filled with sugarcubes.

There is a tiny little boy playing on the hearthrug in front of the fireplace. Occasionally he fishes an ember out to play with. They're shiny.

Charlie is playing his guitar and humming to himself.

Josh is ecstatic and just barely able to keep his wings cased as he bounds up to his father's office, bangs on the door, and pokes his head in ( Read more... )

Keiran is shaving.

Feel free to be shocked.

But he and Josh are going on an actual date tonight and dammit, he wants to look good.

(Even though he's inherited his family's tendency towards unruly hair that always looks like it's been ruffled by the wind, and no matter how many leaves he picks out there's always more. It's an occupational hazard

Trindle, wrapped up as always, is seated in a booth with a cup of tea (herbal, something with flowers).

As opposed to reading or another common past-time, she's people-watching.

..well, all right. That's probably a common past-time for people here. She probably won't mind company.

It's one of the larger clubs in London, and there's the usual thumpa-thumpa, glitter, and dancing masses. There are also several pillars and cages with hired dancers doing their thing ( Read more... )

Josh is on his bed stretched out on his belly, shirtless to let his wings stretch.