Arthur let out a few choice curses at being jolted out of his seat so suddenly and hefted over his husband's shoulder almost without warning. The curses weren't in anger at all. Hell, Arthur found himself laughing as he was carried past Gilbert and Eduard in the hot tub and down the halls of the chateau towards their room. The top half of his body ( Read more... )

As much as I would love to be in London for the Jubilee celebrations, Paris has been delightful so far. Having no pasty krauts or obnoxious Danes around with their asinine, alcohol induced hooliganism has been a blessing to both my nervous system and my liver ( Read more... )

Arthur was sitting at his desk, drinking his favorite PG Tips, watching it drizzle outside his window. It reminded him being home this time of year, all the gray skies and rain. His fairy friends were all huddled in the window seat out of the wet, looking gloomy themselves. They were just picking at the cookie Arthur had given them. The whole mood ( Read more... )

 *Sighs* I know, I know...I should be doing my homework. I'll get to it in a moment. But right now, I need a place to rant. I suppose maybe I shouldn't do so here, as SOME people will read it. *huffs* But oh well ( Read more... )