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For Alcuin
They'd discussed it. They'd planned it. And frankly, even though things had been peculiar between them, there was no sense putting it off any longer ( Read more... ) -
For Phedre, the morning after
Giles gently extricated himself from a drifting Alcuin, with a few promise-filled kisses and an admonishment to stay in bed, that breakfast was on his way. He managed his trousers, but he didn't bother with much more than throwing a shirt on without buttoning it; he wasn't going far, after all ( Read more... ) -
Date with Alcuin
He'd done someone a favor, asked them to run a note up to Alcuin's home. It was done on one of the index cards he'd brought over with him, and carefully inked with his precious, precious fountain pen. He was going to miss that when the ink was gone. He'd even made an envelope carefully folded out of a bit of paper.
Rupert Giles requests the ( Read more... ) -
Xander
He made his way home through the snow on New Years and brooded the entire way. Christ, he was as bad as Angel. He sighed and stripped off the jacket and tie again when he got back to Xander's hut, and curled up without a word or any precautions ( Read more... ) -
Mohinder (and later Alcuin)
Lunch had found him coming over to enquire, quite innocently at first, if Mohinder was a fan of chess. That had turned into discussion, which had turned into a different sort of social intercourse, and Giles's quick trip over had turned into an all-afternoon affair, hiding from the cold in a very cozy bed for an hour or three ( Read more... ) -
Geoffrey Tennant
The idea of an open mic night hadn't left the back of his mind, and so in the end he decided to make preparations. One way or another -- perhaps he'd be able to borrow a guitar, perhaps not. He can always make do with a piano. He stopped at the door of the theater, books tucked under one arm, and rapped on the edge of the door ( Read more... )