#phaenomenxn

          at least once a week for the past two months, logan had opened his door only to find a box of muffins waiting on the little welcome mat. ( looks could be deceiving though — he didn’t want anyone here, so what was the point of having a welcome mat? ) time and time again, he kept throwing them away, until one day a note said they weren’t poisoned. though it was hard to believe, he decided to take his chances.            though, he’d decided to do a little stakeout. sat by the window near the door until that normal time they appeared. then he opened the door, and found himself looking at a young woman much younger than himself. ( well, anyone was younger than him, really. )            ❛ why the hell d’ya keep leavin’ these things at my door? ❜

         ❛ i don’t need help collecting the souls of the dead. ❜ solomon looked at the young woman, arching a brow at her. ❛ hell, if i need help with anything, it’s picking up the mess at my place that my dogs make every fuckin’ time i go out on a job. ❜ he regarded her closely for a moment before turning on his heel. ❛ look, long story short, i don’t need help. go back to whatever you were doin’ and just leave me alone, yeah? ❜

         he’d promised that anna would be a princess when he and merlin took her in. he and his best friend did their best to raise her well. and as soon as womanhood hit anna, harry did what he could to avoid her, because he’d fallen in love with her and didn’t want merlin to get too...overprotective.           the bastard prince, however, was aware of the girl’s birth- day today. had spent a small fortune to make sure she got a horse for their rides into town — one specifically for her that he would make sure nobody used other than her. he had other plans, too, but knew he’d have to wait.           but he went into the chambers located in the dungeons, where merlin and anna lived. not ideal, but there was a lot of trouble for warlocks in the kingdom. he wrapped upon the door, holding a small box he’d decorated for her. in addition to the horse, he’d had a custom made tiara — because a princess did need to have a crown.

            ❛  i don’t understand. would it kill them to put a coffee machine somewhere ? this is bullshit.  ❜

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     does it bother you when i get my puns all up enyo face....

                   Whenever Viktor set foot on foreign land, the first thing he did ( after checking into his hotel ) was to go sightseeing. He loved wandering around the city, going to places he hadn’t gone before and most of all — he loved trying new food. On a quest to find the best restaurant around, he tapped on the stranger’s shoulder, a friendly smile on his face. “Hi — any idea where to eat around here ?” He asked — although subtle, his accent was probably still giving him away as a tourist.

     upon his father’s death, radley came into ownership      of the ballet hall his father had previously owned. it      was the start of yet another new life for the middle-      aged man, after his time in the military. but this was      a welcome change in his life, and he hoped to make      some changes here.      he had heard from his managers of the new dancer,      who had taken over for the ballet’s lead following a...      situation, of sorts, which they chose to keep more to      themselves. and he found himself in the audience of      this new dancer’s first show as a lead, and from afar,      he recognised her from his youth.     could it be her?       following the show, he and his managers made their      way down to the dressing rooms, which was where      he bid then adieu for the night. in his hand, he held      a single rose, but kept it hidden behind his back. the      cane in his hand supported most of his weight as he      reached up, rapping upon her door three times in an      old pattern that he hoped she recognised.