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State of the pups
State of the pups
Sherlock Holmes aloneprotectsme
He's arrived, and virtually straight away found out magic is real. Now he's fascinated by it, and by Draco, who he's discovered is actually a worthwhile conversationalist. That's something he didn't expect. He will be exploring the village in greater detail.
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For 18coda 6. Ostinato
Title: One Thought Fills Immensity.
Author: ancient_ofdays
Theme: Ostinato
Fandom: Spooks
Word Count: 1296
Warnings: Spoilers through to end of Ep 1, S8
Disclaimer: Spooks, and the character of Lucas North are owned by the BBC and by Kudos. No copyright infringement intended, and no profit is being made.
Summary/Comments: A conversation that needed to be had.
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Lucas gains two new verses for prompts this week. The first is betrayal. This will be set post S7, looking at what Season 8 failed to address - the aftermath of Tiresius and Sugarhorse, and how deep they both go ( Read more... ) -
For theatrical_muse #323
"The problem, of course, was that people did not seem to understand the difference between right and wrong. They needed to be reminded about this, because if you left it to them to work it out themselves, they would never bother. They would just find what was best for them, and then they would call that the right thing. That's how most people ( Read more... ) -
For achanceto_dream Prompt set 7-2 Trapped
Image Prompt: TrappedThe Grid felt too small to Lucas. He paced restlessly, travelling between his station and places like the paper records room, the canteen, anywhere he could. When the call came in to meet an asset, he jumped at the chance to get outside, even if it did mean travelling with Ros. All during the car journey he was restless, ( Read more... ) -
For theatrical_muse #317. What do you still have from when you were young?
Lucas trailed his fingers delicately over the spines of the books, neatly stacked on shelves in his flat. He idly noted that he probably had too many of them, but ever since he’d come home, he hadn’t wanted to get rid of anything that was a tangible link to better days, before Russia. He probably should have, used the opportunity to make a ( Read more... )
