If you haven’t seen Sam Linnfer about in the past few months, this is ABSOLUTELY simply because you haven’t been paying attention and definitely not because his mun has been flakier than that one Cadbury’s chocolate bar.

He is a very busy guy, being Bound and all! Really! I swear!

And when he comes downstairs this morning, as he has been doing ( Read more... )

Not long after the dream, a Door appears. Cal has gathered his thoughts enough now to remember what happened last time he came in right after one of those dreams, and so he pauses cautiously in the doorway ( Read more... )

Sam and Atton are out the back, shirtless and practice-fighting on a piece of relatively flat clear ground ( Read more... )

There is a Sam outside in the moonlight, enjoying the very last tendrils of the summer's warmth to ... well. Who knows. His face is utterly unreadable, but he's out by the lake, sitting on a particularly large rock on the lakeside with his sword (the one that was a gift from Atton, not his true sword, lost beyond his door) balanced delicately ( Read more... )

There is a Pomona in a bar.

There is a Pomona on a couch in a bar.

There is a Pomona curled up on a couch with a mug of gods' milk (otherwise known as chocolate milk), watching the fishes swim around in the fire, in a bar.

One may wonder what possesses a person to wear sunglasses even when they dun't need 'em. Indoors, for instance, in the middle of the apparent daytime ( Read more... )

There is a Sam! He's outside on the jetty, dabbling his feet in the water and watching the sunset.

Come bother him.

Inside is a Martha, curled up on a sofa with a big glass mug of Irish coffee (mmmm, whiskey), a slice of chocolate cake, and a copy of A Study In ScarletShe hasn't noticed that she's acquired a cream moustache from the coffee ( Read more... )

One Friendly Neighbourhood Lucifer, sprawled on a sofa with a book. Periodically, he reaches out for an After Eight chocolate from the box next to him, or (depending on how lazy he's feeling) one of the little square chocolates levitates itself to him.

DEFINITELY botherable.

There is a group - well, more of a sort of rabble - of people playing kickabout on the expanse of green behind the bar. Goalposts have been marked out with the traditional piles of jumpers, more or less equally spaced ( Read more... )

Maybe Bar was listening in on Cal's conversation with Ianto yesterday, despite her unconscious state, or maybe the napkin note is a coincidence ( Read more... )