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you got to go through hell before you get to heaven.

Mar 10, 2008 21:13

It was a good day to be Josh Lyman. In Josh's opinion, it was always a good day to be him, but for some reason he felt good. Like he'd just pushed through some legislature he'd been slaving over, and it would make a real difference. He had spent the morning being productive, going over some notes he had dug out of his bag and poring over the texts ( Read more... )

eostre, donald maclean, joshua lyman, brian kinney

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homerinexile March 11 2008, 01:41:16 UTC

Donald had gone for a jog himself that morning. A jog, than a swim, and finally a shower. His hair still damp he made his way to the kitchen, searching for some sort of food. Amazing how hungry all of that activity made you, yet the humidity just drained away any desire to eat.

He smiled at the man in the kitchen as he dug some of what appeared to be the same pasta from the fridge. "Great minds thinking alike," he offered, his tone friendly and his smile open.

playingstupid March 11 2008, 02:10:59 UTC

Josh grinned, catching a piece of pasta in his mouth not-quite-gracefully. He shrugged, swallowing quickly. "Definitely." He smiled crookedly. "God bless leftovers."

homerinexile March 11 2008, 02:14:17 UTC

Another American. Of course. They all were here, not that Donald minded. At least, he didn't mind as much as Kim or Anthony did. "I suppose, if you must. I would rather simply be grateful to whomever made it."

Donald still smiled as he scooped some onto a plate, "I don't believe we've met. Donald. Donald Maclean."

playingstupid March 11 2008, 02:33:04 UTC

Josh shrugged. Eh. "It's just a phrase, I promise." He jutted his chin out at the man as a way of greeting, since both their hands were busy. "Josh Lyman."

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flowers_on_skin March 11 2008, 01:46:25 UTC

Though Eostre was nowhere in evidence just then, the twins were in their playpen and, when Josh had first walked into the kitchen, Mack had hauled herself upright and was on all fours in the crib, rocking back and forwards, making a sound that was part purr, part growl, all excitement.

playingstupid March 11 2008, 02:30:17 UTC

Josh heard the purr and turned, dimples deepening in his cheeks. "Hey, ladies, didn't see you in here." He went to abandon the pasta and the wine, a huge grin spreading across his face. The purring got louder as he went to put down the glass of wine, and he chuckled. "Okay, okay, I'm coming!" He turned back to the playpen, jogging the last couple steps. He leaned over the pen to pick up Mack, hoisting her on his hip and smiling fondly over at her. "Hey, baby."

flowers_on_skin March 11 2008, 15:17:19 UTC

Mack beamed gummily and patted Josh's face with the flat of one chubby hand. In the play-pen, Flo was contentedly playing with her pan and spoon.

"I'll admit," said a voice, behind Josh, "That I don't know where she got the motorcycle impression from. I'm inclined to think that it's actually a quad bike."

playingstupid March 11 2008, 19:55:58 UTC

Josh grinned at Mack, smiling even wider at the familiar voice. "You sure she's not seeing some guy from the Bad Side of town?" He jiggled her on his hip and she gurgled happily. "Mike and the other uncles and I could track him down and feed him to the fishes."

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queer_as_brian March 11 2008, 02:12:48 UTC

When Brian first walked into the kitchen, he paid little attention to who was already there; just a glance and then dismissed.

But as he pulled some plate of a bird close enough to chicken that he didn't want to know out of the fridge, a random thought of the wedding rings hidden in the bottom of his trunk came to him, as they seemed to do with irritating regularity. He brought the plate of 'chicken' and some bread over to the counter near him and gave him a grin as he started making a sandwich. "Hey."

playingstupid March 11 2008, 02:37:05 UTC

Josh glanced over at the man beside him. He couldn't help but notice the way he moved, the awareness he had of his own body. Physical. He resettled his back against the counter, reaching over to grab his glass of wine. "Hey."

queer_as_brian March 11 2008, 03:21:03 UTC

More than physical, every move Brian made told those around him that they wanted him. He was a thing of desire and he knew it--and it showed.

He smirked at the man and slowly licked a bit of grease from his finger before offering a hand and a raised eyebrow. "I'm Brian," he practically purred.

playingstupid March 11 2008, 20:02:48 UTC

Josh put the wine down, extending a hand. "Josh. Josh Lyman." He took a slow breath, evening out the ripple that he felt go through his chest. His hands slid back, his palms resting on the edge of the counter behind him. He realized he was not-quite-staring and glanced away, reaching for his glass of wine.

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