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Apologies and RestitutionApologies and RestitutionApologies and Restitution
There was a small box on his doorstep, matte grey, tied with a large silk silver ribbon.
Most people's first thought, spying this through their peephole, would have been that this package was a gift, but that was not the first horse that charged through the man's pretty blonde head. Weapon. Sometimes he hated that this was what he turned to first, even though such thinking had kept him alive more times than he could count. After a moment of quick evacuation planning, he recognized the florid letter on the top and abandoned it. A single, large and elegant cursive 'L'. This hand should have re
by ~Amethyst-Night
The Mad Blood Stirring...The Mad Blood StirringThe Mad Blood Stirring...
The Lieutenant, having forsaken long sleeves in defference to the unnaturally hot September day, had not managed to save himself from suffering. With eyes larger than the moon, Leitty had bemoaned how hard her life had become these past few months, and how today, it had just hit rock bottom. Her patrons had drunk the bar entirely out of beer and the cellar was so far down and the cartons were so heavy to bring all the way up all those stairs. The Lieutenant, surprisingly unable to resist a damsel in distress, no matter how overplayed said distress, had caved, offering his services. Although Letitia had swoo
by ~Amethyst-Night
After a Drink or Seven, Part I
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Vizzini's Rule: Chapter One
When a job went wrong, go back to the beginning.
Good advice, Ianto had always thought. And no job had ever gone as wrong as completely and as spectacularly as Torchwood. How many last days at a job were filled with destruction, tears and blood? But how to go back to the beginning, he had wondered. Torchwood was gone, burned, might as well salt the earth and walk away.
But Ianto hadn’t been able to let go for the simplest and most dangerous of reasons
by ~buttononthetop
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Let me sleep the day away!
The night leads to far better play...
Hopefully, there will be something by next week... Unless the stress kills me before then
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Let me sleep the day away!
The night leads to far better play...
But there is now a short part of a piece up! Tah Dah!
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Let me sleep the day away!
The night leads to far better play...
Hopefully, an update will be soonish!
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Let me sleep the day away!
The night leads to far better play...
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