Sep 27, 2016
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Send me a ✺ for my muse’s reaction to yours knocking on their door in the middle of the night
Oliver was just about ready for bed when he heard a knock on the door. He glanced to the door, then looked towards his clock. It wasn’t often he got visitors this late, at least not unexpected ones, he imagined there was only a few people it could be. A glass of whisky in hand, he moved to open the door, smiling at the lithe blonde standing on his doorstep.
“Well. ‘lo there, Verity,” he said with a slow smirk, having a good idea why she’d be visiting so late at night.
