England, Modern Times

[notafairmaiden]

Gwynn was sitting on the sofa in her and Tim's shared flat and was going through the reams of reports she had brought back from her time. Things were a little tense right now, and she was probably going to have to go back to straighten things out for a bit. Ever since Philip had gotten ill, many of his nobles were either panicking or trying to grab

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[blackmagic_eve]

That would be Gwynn's phone ringing. Insistently. Almost super insistently. Because this was Eve and she was having a morning and if this was how her morning was going, she shuddered to think about how the rest of the day was going to go.

Therefore she needed contact with her best friend before her brain exploded. Except not literally, because ew.

[grand_fallguy]

The live of the Dread and Puissant Champion of the Fae was not always pomp and ceremony. And when said champion was in the final stages of his masters degree and preparing to start pursuing his PhD, in addition to the news he had just gotten from home, he was very, very glad that things were quiet on that front.

Of course opening the closet upon returning home and finding a Bogeyman hiding within didn't help.

The Bogeyman was very disappointed that it didn't get more than a brief start of surprise, and then an exasperated sigh. "Out. First of all, this is a front hall closet, not a bedroom. Secondly there's no children here, just grown-ups who've seen scarier."

With a creepy sigh and a grumble about having already been kicked out of a closet by the Queen of the Elves, the thing vanished in a puff of spooky.

"Monsters." Tim hung up his jacket and proceeded into the living room. "Hey."