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specifiercity[ the thing about doing something fun for work is that eventually it does turn into work, and days of doing that something becomes emotionally draining and just a bit of a chore. arthur's job isn't usually days at a time; usually it's an evening or an overnight, but this particular client has enough money and goodwill to get arthur on a plane to provide some companionship during a week-long business trip on another continent. it sounds like fun, and in a lot of ways it was, but three days later arthur is still recovering both physically and circadian-rhythmically. ]
[ the problem is, now he's getting bored. and he's a little starved for a level of autonomy that most people get to have at five pm every day, and he didn't really enjoy at all for a week straight. so he thinks about what he'd like to do, and his brain lands on a particularly good night a few weeks ago, with a particular handsome man in the same line of work. so, arthur pulls out his phone to shoot off a quick text. ]
Hey. You free tonight?
[ the problem is, now he's getting bored. and he's a little starved for a level of autonomy that most people get to have at five pm every day, and he didn't really enjoy at all for a week straight. so he thinks about what he'd like to do, and his brain lands on a particularly good night a few weeks ago, with a particular handsome man in the same line of work. so, arthur pulls out his phone to shoot off a quick text. ]
Hey. You free tonight?
okay i'm here
Dec. 5th, 2025 12:30 amstolider[ Charles is a man of long and slow, but productive days. The speed of modern day has never suited him, and when he feels overwhelmed he finds himself returning to his own brand of homesteading. His cabin deep in northern Ontario, with no neighbours to speak of save the wildlife and the trees, is purposefully disconnected in every way. The water comes from a well, the electricity from a few solar panels with a generator for backup, and the internet can barely pass for dialup and has to be manually turned on. ]
[ It's basically paradise. ]
[ Still, when he gets out here he has work to do. The winter months are on their way, which means there's firewood to gather and split, so that's what he's been doing today in the daylight hours he's managed to cobble together from his absolutely ruined sleep schedule. The handsome and rugged cowboy inside is a bit of a night owl and Charles hasn't been able to maintain his own hours while such an incredible distraction has been around. Not that he would particularly want to. ]
[ In fact, there's a giddiness in his heart as he comes back inside the cabin, the dusk waning to his back. He wonders if Arthur's up in bed still, and whether he'll make it to the shower to wash off the day's worth of sweat or if he'll be interrupted on the way. He doesn't announce himself, but he doesn't keep quiet either, as he hangs up his coat and sits down to untie his boots. To Arthur's keen senses, the smells and the sounds are announcement enough. ]
[ It's basically paradise. ]
[ Still, when he gets out here he has work to do. The winter months are on their way, which means there's firewood to gather and split, so that's what he's been doing today in the daylight hours he's managed to cobble together from his absolutely ruined sleep schedule. The handsome and rugged cowboy inside is a bit of a night owl and Charles hasn't been able to maintain his own hours while such an incredible distraction has been around. Not that he would particularly want to. ]
[ In fact, there's a giddiness in his heart as he comes back inside the cabin, the dusk waning to his back. He wonders if Arthur's up in bed still, and whether he'll make it to the shower to wash off the day's worth of sweat or if he'll be interrupted on the way. He doesn't announce himself, but he doesn't keep quiet either, as he hangs up his coat and sits down to untie his boots. To Arthur's keen senses, the smells and the sounds are announcement enough. ]
something about gay cowboys
Aug. 30th, 2023 10:44 amstolider[ charles's back is pressed against a trunk, eyes threatening to fall shut despite the hinges digging into his back. he hasn't had much good sleep the past week or so; every time he gets a few blissful hours he's shaken awake by the rough dirt roads as the wagon trudges ever north towards the border. they stop on the side of the road to rest the horses in the night, but strangely enough charles hasn't been great at sleeping at all since their escape from beaver hollow, so paranoid that someone has followed them. that feeling is starting to wear off under the duress of exhaustion, but in its place charles has developed a hyper vigilance about his travel companion. ]
[ arthur, as if to mock him, has slept soundly on the floor of the wagon for most of their trip. there's a rattle in his chest but otherwise he seems downright peaceful compared to charles's restlessness. between the luggage there's a space almost as wide as a double bed for them both to sleep, and that's mostly where arthur has stayed. much as he would love to be up and alert, taking in the changing landscape as they move, charles has joined him there more often than not. ]
[ he gives in to that temptation again, grabbing his coat from the top of the trunk and folding it up into a makeshift pillow, carefully sliding down to lay alongside arthur. he heaves a sigh and watches the rise and fall of arthur's chest, some little part of him terrified that it'll stop. ]
[ arthur, as if to mock him, has slept soundly on the floor of the wagon for most of their trip. there's a rattle in his chest but otherwise he seems downright peaceful compared to charles's restlessness. between the luggage there's a space almost as wide as a double bed for them both to sleep, and that's mostly where arthur has stayed. much as he would love to be up and alert, taking in the changing landscape as they move, charles has joined him there more often than not. ]
[ he gives in to that temptation again, grabbing his coat from the top of the trunk and folding it up into a makeshift pillow, carefully sliding down to lay alongside arthur. he heaves a sigh and watches the rise and fall of arthur's chest, some little part of him terrified that it'll stop. ]
some cross canon bullshit
Jul. 4th, 2023 04:43 pmstoliderThe music is loud when Charles and his agent walk in, almost at the limit of what his sensitive ears can comfortably handle. It's oppressive in a nice way, like a weighted blanket, but Soren's laugh cuts through it like a knife only a moment after they walk through the door.
"God, they love to play last year's shit in here," they say, hands squeezing Charles's bicep as they lean in. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, big guy."
And they slip away. Par for the course, really. Every time Charles makes the trip to Toronto he ends up having dinner with his agent — who's been going by Soren the past decade or so — and somehow drinking a couple bottles of wine, which leaves him easily convinced to go out to a bar where he's promptly abandoned after he's paid the cover. He hasn't really figured out Soren's MO yet, whether it's a case of pure flightiness or if there's some scheme in the works to watch him and identify some useful information that can be exploited, but in any case Charles almost always ends up having a good time.
This particular club is more popular amongst the strange types, those that aren't vampires anyway. Soren's one of the few fae as far as Charles can tell that willingly deals with them, and mostly they segregate themselves away which makes a place like this relatively safe for the rest. Charles can smell the magic and the smell of other weres in the air, layered in with the booze and the weed and the tobacco and whatever other drugs that are popular these days, so it makes him a little less self-conscious as he takes his sleeveless shirt and his too-tight jeans over to the bar to order a drink and scope out the place.
"God, they love to play last year's shit in here," they say, hands squeezing Charles's bicep as they lean in. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, big guy."
And they slip away. Par for the course, really. Every time Charles makes the trip to Toronto he ends up having dinner with his agent — who's been going by Soren the past decade or so — and somehow drinking a couple bottles of wine, which leaves him easily convinced to go out to a bar where he's promptly abandoned after he's paid the cover. He hasn't really figured out Soren's MO yet, whether it's a case of pure flightiness or if there's some scheme in the works to watch him and identify some useful information that can be exploited, but in any case Charles almost always ends up having a good time.
This particular club is more popular amongst the strange types, those that aren't vampires anyway. Soren's one of the few fae as far as Charles can tell that willingly deals with them, and mostly they segregate themselves away which makes a place like this relatively safe for the rest. Charles can smell the magic and the smell of other weres in the air, layered in with the booze and the weed and the tobacco and whatever other drugs that are popular these days, so it makes him a little less self-conscious as he takes his sleeveless shirt and his too-tight jeans over to the bar to order a drink and scope out the place.
specifiercity[Arthur's not about to pretend he hasn't enjoyed a little breathing room in the past six months.]
[He and Eames tended to go a little stir crazy if they were cooped up together for too long, but half a year ago it hit its breaking point. They'd taken a couple weeks off here and there, went away for "work" or just to get away, but this one was real. This one was a straight up "fuck you, I can't look at you right now," type of fight, and as deeply as Arthur missed him he'd also picked himself up and focused on enjoying the alone time. Besides, somewhere in his heart, or whatever was where his heart would have been, he knew he'd see Eames again.]
[He just had no idea how soon.]
[He and Eames tended to go a little stir crazy if they were cooped up together for too long, but half a year ago it hit its breaking point. They'd taken a couple weeks off here and there, went away for "work" or just to get away, but this one was real. This one was a straight up "fuck you, I can't look at you right now," type of fight, and as deeply as Arthur missed him he'd also picked himself up and focused on enjoying the alone time. Besides, somewhere in his heart, or whatever was where his heart would have been, he knew he'd see Eames again.]
[He just had no idea how soon.]
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Feb. 11th, 2022 11:44 pmspecifiercity[Is Eames on the couch? Well so is Arthur now, straddling Eames' hips and getting all up in his grill for some kissing. Whatever's going on with his blood this month has him almost constantly thinking about being close to Eames, as close as possible, so this kind of thing has been happening almost more often than not. Hope Eames isn't tired of it yet.]
do we drop the bomb now
Dec. 19th, 2021 03:30 pmspecifiercity[Eventually it starts to get better. Once Eames can get up and down the stairs without taking breaks or needing a hand he gets a lot more bearable and Arthur's nightmares do eventually begin to wane. It helps to wake up in Eames' arms, or with Eames at least close at hand, so much more than he ever knew it could. He knows it's something he'll never fully escape, but at least he feels more rested every day.]
[It feels good. He feels safe. A couple times he did relocate to the couch after a nightmare, but that was only when he thought a change of scenery would do him good, and otherwise he trusted Eames to tell him if it got to be too much. It wasn't, and more and more Arthur's just feels happy and extremely lucky to wake up next to him, to be in his life.]
[It's... a lot. He's really trying not to think about it too much. Given their history, it feels like he has to be cool. So that's what he is. Just a master of cool.]
a new even more shameless au
Jul. 21st, 2021 08:25 pmspecifiercity[It's a nice night, Arthur notes, closing his eyes to drink in the cool breeze. It's summer, which usually means his formal attire is stuffy enough to be uncomfortable, but apparently this mansion is at just a high enough elevation to catch some fresh mountain air. Mountain air that Arthur's going to really savour between drags of his cigarette so he can avoid going inside.]
[Tonight's client is more exhausting than anything else — definitely not the worst he's ever had — but something about it is so grating that Arthur really needs this alone time to just be tired. It would be an awful shame if someone joined him outside and ruined all that.]
baby i'm just being selfish
May. 7th, 2021 05:20 pmspecifiercity(continued from here)
[Arthur pushes his pants and underwear down off his hips and gets in between Eames' legs, leaning over him on one hand as he uses the other to get himself hard.]
God, you're gorgeous.
[He leans in for a kiss.]
must be healing
Apr. 3rd, 2021 11:31 pmspecifiercity[It feels like an eternity since the town dropped. Arthur's been doing almost nothing except laying in Eames' bed, but being in Eames' arms is his new normal and he doesn't want to think about his existence before that.]
[They did eventually have to get up. Eames had to go take out Boxer and Arthur needed a shower, so now he's sitting in Eames' bed all alone waiting for him to get back, lounging around in just the sweatpants he wore this morning. Eventually he'll have to go get the rest of his clothes, but just for today he'd like to not worry about it. He'd like to not worry about anything, not even Deerington itself.]
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Mar. 23rd, 2021 07:59 pmspecifiercity[It's late in the afternoon when Arthur's leaning out the door waving goodbye to the moving van, a final gracias leaving his lips before he turns and closes the door with a sigh. The big shit is moved in but it's dusty, and almost everything else is still in boxes. They wisely packed a box of things they need for the first night — toothbrushes, clean underwear, coffee mugs, etc — but the other stuff can wait. Or at least Arthur would like for it to wait, because he's had a long day. Struggling along with his terribly basic conversational Spanish whenever Eames isn't around is exhausting, and any time he hasn't been communicating he's been helping the movers.]
[But now it's almost time to just enjoy their new house. And step one is to find his boyfriend and give him a kiss.]
[But now it's almost time to just enjoy their new house. And step one is to find his boyfriend and give him a kiss.]
birthday banglin
Jan. 30th, 2021 07:56 pmspecifiercity[It hasn't been a short day. It's theoretically his birthday, but he's trapped in this nightmare hotel in this nightmare town and there's not a lot that makes him want to celebrate. He's still pretty sure time isn't actually moving in the real world, so he's not convinced it's even his birthday to begin with.]
[Either way he's been at the bar, so he's a little buzzed but it's wearing off quick. His room's inviting at least, cozy in all the right ways, and there's more booze in a small fridge. So that's where he's headed.]
[Either way he's been at the bar, so he's a little buzzed but it's wearing off quick. His room's inviting at least, cozy in all the right ways, and there's more booze in a small fridge. So that's where he's headed.]
thankful for the d
Dec. 14th, 2020 06:18 pmspecifiercity(continued from here)
[Arthur's fingers curl against Eames' skin, another hum rumbling from deep in his chest as his tomgue slips between Eames' lips one last time. As he pulls away, his hand ghosts over the front of Eames' pants and he gazes down at him, just taking in how gorgeous he is.]
Maybe I thought we could do a little more than hang out.
[Arthur's fingers curl against Eames' skin, another hum rumbling from deep in his chest as his tomgue slips between Eames' lips one last time. As he pulls away, his hand ghosts over the front of Eames' pants and he gazes down at him, just taking in how gorgeous he is.]
Maybe I thought we could do a little more than hang out.
it might not be okay
Jun. 17th, 2019 09:23 pmthelittlemerman[Things are definitely getting worse for Finnick if he's here right now. He knows his makeup artist is going to give him a hard time when he goes back to the green room, but it's more important to make sure his eyes aren't red than to keep from pissing her off right now. That's why he's standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror, one hand white knuckled on the edge of the sink and the other scooping cool water onto his face. Hopefully no one walks in.]
whatever okay
Apr. 28th, 2017 09:53 pmspecifiercity[It's late. It's late and Arthur knocking on the doorframe of Faolan's office at Hillingdon House for lack of a door to to knock on because he doesn't want to startle the man when it's this fucking late. He likes this line of work; it's exciting and scratches a certain itch he has, but there are times when he wonders why he does any of this.]
[He's just finished poring over an archive of information about a specific nest of vampires based up in Manchester now when he'd decided he'd better do something else, but he also decided to check and see if Faolan was still around first. And he was, because of course hew was, so now Arthur's here trying to catch his attention to tell him to go the fuck home because no one should be in this haunted place this late at night unless they live here.]
Hey.
[He's just finished poring over an archive of information about a specific nest of vampires based up in Manchester now when he'd decided he'd better do something else, but he also decided to check and see if Faolan was still around first. And he was, because of course hew was, so now Arthur's here trying to catch his attention to tell him to go the fuck home because no one should be in this haunted place this late at night unless they live here.]
Hey.
fake married
Dec. 21st, 2016 11:04 pmspecifiercityMm.
[Arthur looks around again, doing a little more people-watching this time. He spends a lot of time looking at couples especially, studying their body language so he can try to emulate it when they get their table.]
I think they're leaving - over by the window.
[Arthur looks around again, doing a little more people-watching this time. He spends a lot of time looking at couples especially, studying their body language so he can try to emulate it when they get their table.]
I think they're leaving - over by the window.
the revival of han solo
Feb. 8th, 2015 08:49 pmnotahobby[It's been over a year since the fateful Halloween night on which Maxxie put on his Han Solo costume. At this point, though it's one of his fondest memories, Maxxie has forgotten that the costume is still sitting at the back of his closet.]
[This is why it's such a happy surprise when he finds it while he's searching for an old pair of pants. His immediate instinct is to show Terry. Of course, given how Terry felt about the whole thing, that may be pretty ill-advised, but Maxxie doesn't let that stop him. Only moments after he sees the costume, he's pulling the hanger off the rack and taking it out to the living room where Terry's sitting on the couch.]
Hey, Terry, look at this.
[This is why it's such a happy surprise when he finds it while he's searching for an old pair of pants. His immediate instinct is to show Terry. Of course, given how Terry felt about the whole thing, that may be pretty ill-advised, but Maxxie doesn't let that stop him. Only moments after he sees the costume, he's pulling the hanger off the rack and taking it out to the living room where Terry's sitting on the couch.]
Hey, Terry, look at this.
