Merlin skidded down the corridor, digging the worn leather of his heels into the tile as he rounded a corner, both hands tightly affixed to the platter against his chest as he sailed through the door to Arthur's chambers without giving him a chance to complain. "Sorry, I know, I'm late." He set the dish of russets and grapes gingerly upon the desk, adjusting the flagon of cider before daring a look at the prince, whose tone was stiffly cordial. "Not at all." Uh oh. Cool disinterest was far from Arthur's usual morning repertoire of surly grousing and easily-dodged articles rocketing through the air, and Merlin had the suspicious n

In the Rain by silverhelme, literature

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In the Rain

Conrad stood on the curb in the pouring rain, watching the rain drip off the end of his nose in a drenched confusion. His glasses were marked with wet streaks, and streams of water trickled onto his crimson sweater vest. Though the dark raincoat he was wearing should have prevented the soaking, it was unhelpfully unzipped. The sickly-orange streetlight above illuminated the drops as they came down to pelt him, and he grimaced at the darkened sky. Conrad despised rain. Well, not necessarily rain. It was a background noise preferred when he was working on new designs or sketching out plans; a sound that stroked his creative impulse and peppe

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Birthday, Conrad Has One

Nov. 15, 2010 8:33 am Hey Osirus, could you please please pleasepleaseplease get some more crayons when you go to the grocery store today? Because I'm making a birthday card for Conman and I accidentally dropped the red one under the stove and it was already kinda broken in half anyways, but we need red because it's Connie's favorite color, and also if they have Snickers bars on sale, get one for Conrad-- no wait, he can't eat them-- but if they're on sale, get one anyways? Thanks a million billion times, you're the best. Hanna P.S. I'm using our last paper towel to write this on so we might need some more of those too, if we have enou

Anything For You by silverhelme, literature

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Anything For You

Hanna propped himself up on a rail-thin elbow, dark-framed glasses tilting askew as he grinned sleepily up at the undead man seated across from him at the flimsy table, shoving at a half-eaten plate of syrup-soaked pancakes with a slightly bent fork. "Yanno, Jude, I wonder what you'd dream about-- if you could sleep, I mean." His friend blinked at him for a long moment, gentle orange glow gleaming softly in the reflection of his best friend's glasses. Carefully pushing a half-full glass of milk towards Hanna, he raised a darkened brow minutely. "I believe someone else needs to sleep," he murmured quietly, nodding for the young investigator t

According To Us by silverhelme, literature

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According To Us

The first pink rays of dawn whispered through the tiny apartment's even-tinier window, throwing rosy shadows dancing across the walls' chipped paint, lightly kissing a tousled mess of red hair half-buried under a thin blanket. One eye opened slightly, electric-blue iris peeping out from beneath a pale lid before squeezing shut quickly as Hanna rolled over, worn mattress groaning beneath his slight weight. A muted clatter in the kitchen gave him cause to mumble, tugging a rail-thin arm over his matted curls in a groggy attempt to shut out the sounds of the day beginning. "Don' wanna... getup..." The remainder of his complaint was muffled int

Pretending by silverhelme, literature

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Pretending

Sometimes he likes to pretend. Which is a silly thing to do, utterly foolish. But sometimes he can't help it. Sometimes, he watches her beautifully strange eyes flick to his, vivid against his own ordinary gaze, and he remembers the day he asked her to marry him. The way her slender arms laced around his neck as she kissed his cheek and whispered "Yes, a thousand times, yes," her warm breath tickling his ear as his heart flooded. Sometimes he sees her smile, soft lips curving upwards in a gentle slope, and he remembers their wedding night, the night she loved him for the first time. The way he held her in his arms, how they slow-danced cl

Crimes Undone by silverhelme, literature

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Crimes Undone

She had thought of it a thousand times, a thousand different ways. She had learned his ways sooner than he ever would have guessed, every time she dipped her head and left guileless green eyes drifting across the floor, while within her thoughts stroked over every exacting detail of the crime undone. It was the taste of a hundred delicious poisons, the faintest swirl of hemlock in a cup of before-work coffee or arsenic in the lunch he demanded, a single bead of liquid that could shrivel a body to match the mutilated remains of the soul it housed. It was the touch of a thousand fatal blows, the searing kiss of a knife slick with blood or the

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HiNaBN: Do the iPod Shuffle...

Pale Bride- The Von Bondies He watched her from the other end of the garden, his heart swelling beneath the tailored white shirtfront; the thought that his tie was rather tight leaving him completely as she appeared, resplendent in a cream-coloured gown of silk and lace, her pale skin gleaming beneath the dusky glow, the gentle light of a hundred candles leading her path. He forgot that his palms were damp, forgot that his heart was thudding and the blood was rushing to his head as she stepped forward, her dark hair swept upon her head beneath the featherlight cloud of a veil. His beautiful bride, walking alone down that pebbled garden path

Star Trekkin' by silverhelme, literature

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Star Trekkin'

They were comfortably settled on the faded, fraying couch, Hanna's laptop whirring in overtime as it processed the most recent Star Trek film, when the paranormal investigator spoke up, after a possibly record-breaking six minutes of quiet. "Toni would have to be Uhura," Hanna stated decidedly, twirling a piece of popcorn in his fingers before opening his mouth as wide as possible and tossing it in. "'Cos like, yanno. She's the only girl and all." The undead man beside him nodded, studying the embracing couple on the laptop screen with mild interest. Apparently, kissing in a service lift was acceptable for a pair of Starfleet officers, thou

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