| Unfinished Business |
[Sep. 3rd, 2007|03:35 pm] |
*stands outside the study with a drink in each hand, pausing to listen at the door for any sign that Blaise is still deep in his mourning* *toes the door open when he hears only silence on the other side and looks around*
*spots his boyfriend on one of the two armchairs near the fire and approaches slowly, clearing his throat once he sets a mug of tea down on the table next to him* *touches his free hand to the top of Blaise's head before moving to his own, preparing to sit there quietly until he finishes if Blaise is ready to talk* |
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| Smith House, Sunday afternoon (Warning NC-17) |
[Jul. 29th, 2007|05:27 pm] |
*sets the latest in his target wands into a box near his elbow with a sigh* *wonders what Uncle would say if he could see what he, Zach, was doing...making wands for the sheer purpose of destroying them* *knows he'd most likely get one of those wands beaten around his head for several comfortable hours*
Can't be helped, Uncle. It's the only element of surprise we have
*feels like an idiot talking to thin air, especially when his Da is nowhere near him, but bouts of guilt are having strange effects on him lately* |
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| Ernie/Zach, Feld Townhome, Friday evening |
[Jun. 29th, 2007|10:54 pm] |
*follows an excited Plippy from the room after her announcement that Master Zacharias had a visitor at the door* *drops a kiss to Blaise's mouth as he leaves him in the lounge, asleep by the fire with a book open on his lap*
*mentions to her that their guest likes tea and biscuits and grins when she scurries off towards the kitchen, nearly skipping in her excitement*
*closes the last bit of distance to the foyer and grins* Hullo, mate. What brings you by this fair summers eve? |
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| Zach/Da, The House, Saturday morning |
[Jun. 23rd, 2007|08:42 am] |
*stands in the middle of the Shop, looking at the bits of wood and half-finished wands* *runs his finger over one of them, memories of Uncle’s teaching coursing through him and bringing a smile to his face* *looks up when the air changes around him* Hello, Da. *takes one look at the spectral face and sighs* You’ve heard. |
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| Sally and Zach, St Mungo's [complete] |
[Jun. 21st, 2007|08:17 pm] |
*shifts around on the bed trying to find a more comfortable spot and gives it up after five minutes as there is no comfortable position* *mutters* If Ethan doesn't let me out of here tomorrow, I'll go mad. Nothing else for it
*looks up when the door pushes open* |
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| Zach/Blaise, Monday, the townhome [complete] |
[Jun. 11th, 2007|08:11 pm] |
*closes the front door behind him, still shuffling through a stack of invoices and mutters to himself about the price of everything* *notices Plippy coming towards him and greets her with a smile until he sees the look on her face* What's happened?
*gets the general gist from her excited babbling and nods, patting her on the back* I'll see to him, Plippy. No worries.
*heads into the study and looks around, noting the near-empty whiskey bottle* Busy day, love? |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 9th, 2007|10:01 pm] |
*winces visibly as the last of the crates come crashing down onto his head* *reminds himself he's not here to watch himself get clocked but to look for the face, the same one they noticed during the bar brawl that landed him a broken nose and would have been worse if a staggering drunk hadn't taken the jagged bottle flying in his direction*
*glances up and down the shelves and taps Blaise on the shoulder* *indicates the man with a nod of his head* *knowing they've seen what they needed to see, he rises from the memory and back to the cottage itself* *waits for them to join him, now scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck, trying to think if he'd ever seen the man before* |
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| Owl Post |
[May. 7th, 2007|10:39 pm] |
To: Oliver Wood
From: ZS
Nicky,
We need to talk. About Uncle's little hobby.
~ZS |
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| Smith House, Hertsfordshire, very early Mondy morning |
[May. 5th, 2007|05:19 pm] |
*still warm from the completion of their reconciliation, brain working as his heart thuds in his chest* *After the sun is up...come home?* *the question still vibrates in the air between them, the first time he's referred to the townhome as something more like their home rather that Blaise's alone* *turns onto his side, reaching up to caress his cheek* *has to ask, voice steady but slightly rough* Home? |
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