Regulation and Control

Who: Mila Dimitrova and Walden Macnair
Where: Bulgaria
When: December, 2000
What: Engagement, romance, love. Obviously.
Rating: G
Status: Closed; complete

( I’m not interested in your stories, Milena, and from now on just a nod ‘yes’ or ‘no’ will suffice. Your accent is god awful. I assume that you can breed? )

Who: Euphemia Borage
Where: A wizarding village near the straits of Dover
When: late 1997
What: A scene from the war.
Rating: PG, description of war violence (note: this is possibly squicky)
Status: Closed; complete
Notes: While IJ was down, guess who was drabbling? You all must suffer now.

( Kiss me. )

Who: Colm Hennessey and Zacharias Smith
Where: Zach's old flat, wizarding London
When: 2004
What: When not to say "I love you".
Rating: PG, mention of sex/fluids
Status: Closed; complete

( I'm not going to say it back. )

( Wrapped Parcel sent to Christopher Warrington )

Who: Everrett Mac and Ky Janes
Where: The London Library, then Everrett's loft in Camden
When: Thursday 17th April, afternoon - early evening
What: A reunion. Everrett shows Ky his snake. His pet snake, gutter-minds.
Rating: Tentative R for awkward sexual situations - making out and skinny limbs flying everywhere (frottage). And T for tooth-ache, because they're so sweet.
Status: Closed; complete - PART ONE, because it's too long, apparently

( I don't like carrots - part one )

Who: Everrett Mac and Ky Janes
Where: The London Library, then Everrett's loft in Camden
When: Thursday 17th April, afternoon - early evening
What: A reunion. Everrett shows Ky his snake. His pet snake, gutter-minds.
Rating: Tentative R for awkward sexual situations - making out and skinny limbs flying everywhere (frottage). And T for tooth-ache, because they're so sweet.
Status: Closed; complete - PART TWO, continued from HERE

( Well... your life's about to get a whole lot more interesting - PART TWO )

Who: Theodore Nott and Zacharias Smith
Where: Near the Brixton Windmill
When: Thursday, April 17, during the school/work day
What: Hm. Chance encounter. Or so Zach thinks. *cue evil music here*
Rating: TBD for hot monkeysex
Status: Open; in progress

His back was pressed against the park bench as he laid on, long legs curled up so that he could rest his sketchbook on his knees. The windmill was casting long shadows against the paper, making it difficult to see the paler lines grazing the page and Zach increased the pressure, making every line thicker and darker as he watched the turbines tilting with the wind. It was a brilliant day, the sun so sharp and clear that it burnt the eye and he blinked hard as the shutters of shadow flickered against his face.

In the distance, the sound of sirens ruptured the peace, blaring, wheeling lights shining against the tips of his battered trainers, flashes of yellow and blue against the pavement. Airplanes roared overhead, the slapping sound of a jump rope hit ground, the choking acid of smoke tarred his lungs as he breathed it all in. For all of that, Brixton was comfortable in a way that the alleys of Diagon would never be. It reminded him of home.