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Peter had been busy confirming reservations for his anniversary the next day when Thomas pranced in his front door. Peter held his finger up to his best friend who mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key. "Seven thirty? Okay, thank you very much. Yes, we'll see you then." Peter hung up the phone and then he smiled. "They had to rearrange our dinner booking, but it's all worked out. How are you, Thomas?"

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25 November 2011 @ 06:09 pm
Spectre had been staying at Deirdre’s since having a fight with Thomas that had ended badly. Both of them being interrupted by their son James who had overheard much of the fight. Spectre had told himself he was giving Thomas time, but the truth was that he didn’t want to speak to Thomas. He was avoiding it with all his might, as he was sure that the second he finally confronted his husband again, their marriage would be over. He wasn’t sure he was ready for that.

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Current Mood: nervousnervous
04 November 2011 @ 02:08 am
After his talk with Abby and what had happened with Erin, Thomas decided talking to Spectre couldn't wait. There was something wrong in their relationship and clearly Spectre was content to simply ignore it and continue on as if it wasn't there. Thomas couldn't do it any more. He was tired of feeling uncomfortable in his home and dodging his family. Tired of sleeping on the sofa and wondering when his husband would come home, if at all.

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Quinn groaned at the text he had just received. "Eamon sounds really upset. He wants us to come over."

"Now?!" Flynn squeaked. He was currently flat on his back, since he had been in the middle of being spectacularly fucked by Quinn.

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12 October 2011 @ 05:20 pm
Anna had her hands wrapped around the cold chains of the swing she was sitting dejectedly on. She had the toe of one of her shoes dug into the dirt beneath the swing and she was using that foot to push her slowly back and forth, back and forth. The wind had come up slightly and the sky was darkening, but Anna didn't want to go inside. Not yet.

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06 October 2011 @ 03:46 am
One of the drawbacks of not speaking to his husband very often, was that he had no idea when Spectre was due to return from Greece. After his talk with Stephie, Thomas had thought hard about how things had been between them and he had been so distracted by worrying about the state of their relationship and the people who had gone to help with the rescue mission against the Templar, that Thomas had sort of even forgotten Spectre was gone. It wasn't as if they saw much of each other when Spectre was around.

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06 October 2011 @ 02:54 am
Being grounded couldn't really keep Anna from leaving the house. She was an angel and the moment her family went to bed, she crawled out the attic window onto the roof, and she took to flight. It was a short trip to Mara's house, and Anna landed in the tree nearest Mara's window with the grace of the ballet dancer she was.

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Current Mood: quixoticquixotic
06 October 2011 @ 01:56 am
Jeremy had spent most of his life as a hunter, so it might have seemed strange that he was so incredibly fond of children. In fact, he was great with kids, and his nieces and nephews were among his favourite people on the planet. He did, however, find Lydia and Anna's teenage squabbles tiring at times. He had to mutter under his breath that they would grow up eventually.

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Current Mood: intimidatedintimidated
The rescue mission to save those Dead Meat prisoners from the clutches of the Templar hadn't exactly gone as planned. Not only had they been too late to save six of the seventeen prisoners, but the Glasgow Templar stronghold had turned out to be better guarded than they had anticipated. And even though Gavin had given them a correct layout of the building, the rescue operation still hadn't been easy or without sacrifice.

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28 September 2011 @ 02:08 pm
During the raid on the Dead Meat safehouse in Aberdeen, seventeen members of the mercenary group had been apprehended. Those seventeen members were quickly taken to the large Templar outpost on the outskirts of Glasgow for sentencing.

Dead Meat had been a thorn in the Templar's side for decades. The mercenary group thwarted their plans over and over again, and it could not be tolerated. The moment someone tipped them off as to the location of a safehouse, they were there to exact retribution. And the members of such a group would not be treated with clemency.

Bishop Macnamara stood in front of the tribunal which was attended by twenty or so Templar in hoods and robes, watching over the seventeen warriors who were chained together at the hands and feet. The bishop read a mass and then pronounced that God had smiled on them that day. Sinners had been delivered to them and the Templar would do their duty.

"It is God's will that you be punished, burned in the purifying flames for your sins which you commit as readily as breathing." Macnamara smiled to himself as the seventeen assembled warriors gasped, some cursing them. It was all useless. God was with them here in this place.

The Templar rarely burned so many heretics at once. They only had two pyres. And so it was decided that they would burn two an hour, holding a mass for each one, until they were rid of the murderers in their midst who sought to stop God's good work.

"God be with you."
27 September 2011 @ 07:39 pm
Time was, Deirdre hated it when Peter didn't include her in a raid against the Templar or a rescue mission. And then her girlfriend had gone on one and ended up dead. If Peter asked, Deirdre would go and help in a heartbeat, because she owed him. But now Peter didn't ask, and Deirdre was secretly glad. She had twins to think about, and they had already lost their other mother, before they had even been born. All they needed was to lose their biological mother. Then they would be left with Giles and god knew that was a train wreck waiting to happen.

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Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
When Gavin had received the call from Peter Kemp, it immediately put him on edge. Peter hardly ever called unless something bad was happening. The guy was Gavin's hero and Peter knew that. They lived next door and if Peter wanted to spend time with him he simply came over. Calling meant trouble.

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Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
It wasn't often Peter actually took a planned lunch break. Planning things at the hospital was an exercise in futility. Inevitably Connie would consider it a good idea to run streaking past Bentley who would end up with a terrible nosebleed, or Paige would levitate something into someone's path and trip them, or someone would have a vision of impending doom that had to be dealt with right then and there. Peter had learned early on to avoid plans as much as possible, but some things couldn't be avoided. Patrick Finnegan was leaving the hospital to live in his own apartment and Peter wanted to sit with him for a meal. For that, he would make time and he actually believed by the time it was halfway through, that his plans would see themselves to the end.

They were not that lucky.

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Current Mood: rushedrushed
19 September 2011 @ 09:10 am
When Spectre thought of the person he could consider his oldest friend, his mind always inevitably brought up Deirdre. She had been a part of his musical act the longest as well, but Deirdre was at least partially responsible for the life he had now. It had been his previous musical partner, Sacrifice, who had been responsible for seeing to it that Deirdre's band replaced their opening act once, a very long time ago. Her reasons may have been nefarious, but Spectre couldn't help but be grateful. They had walked into 213 Victoria Lane that day and Spectre had immediately been wary of Deirdre, whom his angelic senses, in as much as he understood them at the time, immediately distrusted.

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Current Mood: anxiousanxious
15 September 2011 @ 05:16 am
Razvan had come home and headed straight for his room which usually meant he was annoyed and didn't want to talk to anyone. The exception to the rule always seemed to be Serenity. For some reason, Razvan, who never let himself be vulnerable with anyone else, let himself be vulnerable with her. And Serenity certainly wasn't going to knock that. She liked him too much.

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Current Mood: sympatheticsympathetic
15 September 2011 @ 04:28 am
Razvan strode into Peter's office without knocking. The man had once been an angel. In Razvan's mind, he could sense Razvan's demonic presence approaching and that meant knocking was irrelevant. He found Peter behind the desk, looking up at the door with a slightly exasperated look on his face.

"What?" Razvan asked, closing the door behind him. "You were expecting someone else, Chief?"

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Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
15 September 2011 @ 04:00 am
Godric was smoking out on his balcony, leaning over the railing. Noah was sitting in the corner, plucking lazily at a guitar he kind of only half-knew how to play. It was a rare afternoon when Noah didn't rush home to spend time with the twins, but Godric needed the company and Noah understood.

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Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
15 September 2011 @ 03:43 am
Thomas had been avoiding his family for the last couple months, not because he didn't actually want to see them, but because he knew they would ask about Spectre. Thomas didn't want to talk about Spectre right now. He knew they would instantly note that something was wrong, since that was how the Littletons were. Thomas didn't want there to be anything wrong. So he avoided the issue altogether.

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Current Mood: sadsad
14 September 2011 @ 07:35 am
Having his own home that he shared with people he actually liked (though if you asked, he would just say he tolerated them) didn't mean he didn't return to the hospital often, seeking company he didn't have to hide from. Nova was the person he visited the most often, but since their relationship was casual and would always remain so, he didn't visit her exclusively.

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Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
14 September 2011 @ 06:58 am
Being the professional musician of the two, it wasn't often that Flynn came upon his husband playing music. Indeed, when he came home and heard someone on the piano in their music room, Flynn assumed it was Adrina playing a fairly simple song. While Quinn was good at playing the piano, Adrina was amazing at it.

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Current Mood: giddygiddy
14 September 2011 @ 06:40 am
Joe lived with his very gay son, his granddaughter, and his son's boyfriend. It was a perfect living situation in his mind, save for the fact that his wife and daughter were no longer with them. But as far as his life was now, he was finally content again.

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Current Mood: contentcontent
14 September 2011 @ 06:15 am
For a fifteen-year-old with the vocabulary of a forty-year-old, having to re-learn how to walk was one of the most frustrating things in the world.

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Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
14 September 2011 @ 02:33 am
Battering the walls and the doors did nothing but split her knuckles and leave her bleeding with no one to soul-suck in order to heal herself.

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Current Mood: determineddetermined
Alisdair was looking at him and Patrick suddenly found it hard to think. His throat felt like it was closing up and his stomach clenched almost painfully.

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14 September 2011 @ 01:51 am
This should be backdated a bit but I don't know how much!

As much as Peter hated flying, he loved going to the airport when it meant picking up someone he loved. His family was returning from their vacation in Spain and Peter could barely keep still while he waited in the international arrivals lounge of Heathrow airport.

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14 September 2011 @ 01:23 am
Thomas was sitting on the sofa in their living room, his son on his knee while his daughter Katya sat on the floor, drawing a picture of something round and purple. James was reading to Thomas, showcasing his incredible brilliance for a boy who had just turned five. The book he was reading was easily fourth-grade level, but that was often the way things went with angels.

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14 September 2011 @ 01:04 am
Serenity sat in the octagonal library of her converted-church home. She was humming tunes to herself and scribbling notes on a page in front of her. The library had better acoustics than the room with the piano in it, so it was better for writing, even if she didn't have a piano to try her melodies out on.

Things had been quiet on the band front as Spectre focused on his other projects for a little while. Serenity had two songs on their upcoming album and she was happy with that.

Personally, things were quiet as well, but that was exactly how she wanted them. Her sister was still living in what was supposed to be Serenity's room, but sharing with Leon had brought her even closer to him.

Serenity had never thought she would actually have a real relationship after Jason. He had broken her so thoroughly and she hadn't known she was capable of the kind of love she felt for Leon. Even more, she hadn't known she could trust someone again, but she did.

As she pencilled in more notes, she smiled and scribbled a title at the top of the page. Later, when Leon returned home, Serenity would play the song for him. Then she would inform him it was his song and it was about how he made her feel. She hoped he liked it.
14 September 2011 @ 12:55 am
Deirdre was sitting on the floor of the living room with her twins darting around the room while she watched them. They were nearly two now, and their personalities were absolutely showing through. Eiley was more reserved. She had a head of shockingly-red hair like her mother, and she loved to be read to. She would gaze at the pictures and babble to them while you read. Gabriel was Deirdre's little brown-haired exhibitionist. He hated wearing clothes, and he didn't seem to be afraid of anything. The moment he learned a word, he would yell it loudly and repeatedly until it no longer sounded like a real word. Deirdre loved the both of them so much, even if they reminded her that her life had not turned out like she had tried to so carefully shape it.

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04 September 2011 @ 12:46 am
Backdated to after this

Deirdre had awakened before the rest of the house as usual. Ever since Jude moved out, she tended to spend her mornings alone if her twins were gone, and they were with their father.

The past year had been horrible for Deirdre. Her best friend had disappeared and then her family had been killed or broken because of her. Her marriage had failed within hours of it even occurring. If she was being honest with herself, ever since Kait's death, her life had been one long series of shitty events.

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Current Mood: crappycrappy
Current Music: Main Gravel Road~Lennon
03 September 2011 @ 01:30 am
It was a rare occasion at the Kemp house. It was quiet.

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Current Mood: lovedloved
08 July 2011 @ 07:03 am
Phone calls at two thirty in the morning were not unknown to Peter Kemp. They were rarely good news, however, and usually they involved someone needing to be saved from some kind of supernatural calamity. When Peter sleepily answered his phone, he did not expect his best friend to sound cheerful as he said, "Peter!"

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Current Mood: workingworking
Thomas and Spectre had finally fallen into a familiar rhythm now that it appeared Thomas really wasn't going to disappear again, leaving Spectre and the kids alone. Time was, they spent every second together because they understood their time was limited. Even when Thomas had been given his life back, Spectre hadn't left him alone for months in case it was all taken away from them again. It was different now. Thomas' presence here wasn't special. It wasn't the incredible anomaly it used to him. Thomas being here was the norm. It was mundane.

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Current Mood: worriedworried
It was new to Patrick, this dating a boy thing. He had been with his wife since he was a teenager. She was gone now, and he hadn't ever expected to fall for someone else. And then he had met Alisdair and Patrick found himself falling fast. Alisdair was so thoughtful and talented and he had this charming smile. Patrick knew The Templar wouldn't like it if they found out he had left their clutches only to fall in love with a man, but he tried not to let his fear of them rule his life.

Their time working on Bertolt Leidermann's album was coming to an end, and Patrick was afraid that if he didn't make a move, he would lose Alisdair. That was why he showed up at Alisdair's door, knocking and then looking awkward while he waited for someone to answer. He was going to ask Alisdair on a date. A real one.
Current Mood: nervousnervous
25 June 2011 @ 07:01 am
Deirdre had a habit of inserting herself into situations she wasn't always wanted, and she hardly ever realised this. It was like showing up in the foreground of a photo that was supposed to be of something else, unaware of anything behind her. All she knew was that Giles had their twins that day and that made Deirdre feel annoyed. Surely her friends should do all the could to make her not feel annoyed. Right?

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Current Mood: cynicalcynical
15 May 2011 @ 06:36 pm
The last person Deirdre ever expected to find at her door was Giles Raines. When the doorbell sounded, she expected a courier, since everyone she knew tended to walk right in. "I think I have a package!" Deirdre informed Juliette, her nanny. She handed her son Gabriel over to Juliette and then she bounced towards the door, pulling it open with a flourish and a grin which faded the second she saw Giles.

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Current Mood: bitchybitchy
08 May 2011 @ 05:32 pm
"We've never done it in the elevator."

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Current Mood: lovedloved
The room smelled like stale cigarettes, the stench clinging to everything around her. Deirdre was seated at the foot of the small bed, leaning forward with her arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Her red hair fell forward in waves, surrounding her face like an amber cocoon. She knew he would come. All she had to do was wait.

The darkness of the room faded as dim, morning light streamed in through the heavy, orange curtains. And Deirdre waited, silent and still. He would come for her. He always had, and he always would.
Current Mood: coldcold
"The time has come that things are explained," Ava said.

Scarlett was sitting beside her, hands sitting heavily in her lap as she watched them. She knew that James and Ava had only been waiting for Scarlett to be okay for this conversation to happen, but three months after Astrid's dead Scarlett wasn't sure if she'd ever be okay again. The loss of her sister ached, a constant dull thud against her ribcage that sometimes threatened to tear her apart. Sometimes she thought no one else was feeling that pain, but they must have been. To imagine that she somehow hurt more for the girl they'd brought into their life than the man and woman who had adopted her, or the big brother who'd love her, was not only stupid but incredibly selfish and cruel. Of course they hurt. Every single one of them hurt, including the angel woman who now spoke, who'd known and care for Astrid like a mother before Scarlett had even met her.

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17 March 2011 @ 04:45 am
"Your disgusting beer!" Alisdair said, setting a Guinness in front of his friend Ty. "I think the lady at the bar liked the look of you too." Alisdair slid back into the seat opposite his friend and he glanced back over towards the bar he had just been standing at while ordering drinks. "So she either likes you, or she thinks you are my boyfriend and we're adorable together."

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