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The Augurey Beak Cafe was loud and dingy, and the drinks were cheap. Art wasn't there very often, but he rarely regretted it when he did go. There was always something happening in the bar that made...
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Was he happy? Art looked down at Gwenog, who was nearly finished with her gingerbread man, and back up at Ester. He stilled his shoulders — his impulse was towards honesty, at least in his phy...
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"Oooh," Arthur said — the sound came out half due to interest and half because Emrys' hands had just relieved a particularly painful knot in his muscle. "I'd like that," he added — unlik...
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Art hummed as the oil, and Emrys' hands, hit his shoulders. It was pleasantly warm, and he felt the satisfaction of relaxation in advance. He eased into the mattress.
"I have a few hours," Art an...
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Back in dangerous territory yet again. Art glanced down at Ester's shoes. "Right," Art said, trying to sound casual. "I had heard that." Ester was divorced, and a model in pornography, and had aband...
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Art took off his shirt and left it hanging off the edge of the bed. He was not so comfortable here as to leave his clothes on the floor if Emrys was not undressing him, for all that he tried to proj...
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Arthur grinned into the kiss, satisfied — at least on an emotional level. But he knew that Emrys would get him back, and he was in no particular hurry — he had the whole afternoon to be ...
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Some of the tension in Art's shoulders released; talking about Desdemona didn't feel safe, but it did feel safer than talking about broomsticks. (He still wasn't sure which kind of broomstick they we...
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[premise]February 27th, 1894 — Emrys' House[/premise]
They saw each other more often now that Emrys and his wife lived separately than they had when Emrys lived with the wife, but things stil...
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Playing with brooms. Had Emrys told her? Art's face froze in the nervous-but-bright expression he'd been wearing when he squirmed. He slept with Emrys less than he had before Emrys was married, but ...
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She succeeded — Arthur visibly squirmed, his face pulling an expression somewhere between a smile and a grimace. He glanced down at Gwenog, who was still happily focused on the gingerbread man....
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The question felt dangerous, but Art smiled at it — it was impossible for him not to be charmed by Gwenog, even though he was worried to be talking to Ester in any situation that bordered on pu...
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While Art thought things were too intimate, Ester clearly had no such qualms — he should have expected as much, but he couldn't hide the little grimace that fluttered across his face.
Gwen...
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Gwen would be five in a few weeks, and Art was mourning the toddler she used to be. She was so charming now, though — chatty and swiftly becoming more adept at her toy broomstick, and the mop o...
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She was alright, so her mother wouldn't kill him. Arthur was more than a little relieved, but tried to hide it, because he had a sense that he would lose some clout if the child saw him express anyt...
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At least Miss Grimm was laughing; Art didn't know what he would have done if she had cried. He was laughing too, big belly-chuckles, even though he was stepping back from the bushes and could feel s...
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@"Enid Glynn" is in the glen, really unsure what she will think of Avery!
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If he got arrested again, Dez was going to be so upset. They were also nearly on a collision course with his shrubs, and that seemed less disastrous. "Aim for the bushes, Miss Grimm!" Arthur instruc...
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Arthur's Crouch-bias is stronger than any of his actual political beliefs (does he have them??)
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Oh no. Art darted forwards, and wrapped one arm around the corner of the carpet. "I'm going to try to yank it down," he said, "Can you lean forward?" The thing was — the carpet had never worke...
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[premise]September 22nd, 1893[/premise]
Evelyn,
Thank you for organizing the funeral; we will be there. I am very sorry to hear about your sister.
Arthur
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SEPT 18
Andromache Pettigrew
54
London
Governess
MC/UC: survived by her son, Arthur Pettigrew, who bankrupted Mrs. Pettigrew in his youth, and his family.
UC: Up to three additional sent...
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"You hold onto the fabric to land, steer, and go higher," he explained, "But — don't try it, I'm not sure it's legal." Would that stop Everett Grimm's daughter? Arthur regretted the word...
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Art was not particularly good at not swearing in front of his own child, so it wasn't much of a surprise to him when he said, "Shite!" as soon as Miss Grimm lifted off the ground. He shook his ...
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Oh Merlin, a Grimm child. He was never going to get her to go home. Art sighed. "Hello, Miss Grimm," he said, because he also didn't want it getting out to Grace Grimm that he was rude to her ...
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