Adam has a sunshine-y, well-rested look to him.

...also, a smile. What's up with that?

Could be that Adam's happy.

Jimmy doesn't want to go home yet. But he's getting a bit tired of only having the clothes he stands up in, no money and sleeping on a sofa at night. And then - inspiration ( Read more... )

Valentine's less scruffy than usual - he's actually made an effort. He even looks positively handsome, hair softly curling over his collar - not tied back today. His shirt is the same blue as his eyes, his trousers are soft black leather ( Read more... )

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[ OOM: Barty, meet Mordred. And this? Totally happened on May Day.]

It's a warm day, and Barty is in a good mood. England have just won their opening game in the Quidditch European Championships.

Right now, he's lying under a tree, half-reading, half-doing-nothing.

The infirmary has quieted down some. Melou took advantage yesterday and pretty much slept the day away. That could also have to do with him possibly pushing himself too far too fast, but he'd never admit that ( Read more... )

Lucifer Morningstar is sitting on a table as though he never left; as though the table is his; as though he has claim over the air that his cigarette smoke rises into and the passing seconds of the day itself.

It's 06/06/06.

There are some things that are inevitable, really.

Well, up the goddess count in the Bar one more good citizens. Though I’m not exactly sure that you want this particular one.

Styx slowly - ever so slowly, no need to rush dear - saunters out from a darkened corner of the Bar. It's almost as if the shadows try desperately to cling to her, and after a moment she dismisses them with a indifferent ( Read more... )

He isn't sleeping. There's a story behind that that we're not going into.

But he is curled up tight on the couch, reflecting on being drunk and why it's a bad idea.

Someone's had a bit of an adventure recently.