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[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers’ flat.

Nice, clean, simple. Very warm, all wood and earth tones. A potted plant, a few framed photos, splashes of colour that stand out from the browns and creams. It’s a very classic look, and Villiers just happens to like it that way.

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[broodingbacchus]

Look who's curled up on the couch with one of Villiers' books of Latin poetry?

He looks up as the door opens and smiles. It's warm and fond and ridiculously lovely, like Imriel's smiles tend to be when Villiers is around.

[mrmoneypenny]

"-Imriel, he's probably around. But he's very understanding."

Then the door fully opens, and Villiers walks in, finding his lover with a fond gaze. And yes, there's an extra layer of sappy adoration in the way that smile quirks.

"At least, I hope so?"

It's a casual question, almost rhetorical, but seeing that he's still new at non-monogamy, it doesn't hurt to get reassurance.

[likesthecoat]

From Ianto there is nervous smile and a handwave hello. He doesn't want to pull out of Villiers's arm but . . . he kind of starts to.

[broodingbacchus]

The warmth of the smile loses about half a degree, but it trades it in for wry amusement. All's well.

"Evening, Villiers. And...?"

Somehow the word manages to trail off into hello, nice to meet you, didn't catch your name, yes you're allowed to have sex with him.

Imriel's good at those sorts of nuances.