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[Jul. 24th, 2008|10:27 pm] |
Who: George and Wilson
What: Reconnecting after the crazy
Where: Their home
When: Thursday evening
Warnings: TBA
( I'm sorry ) |
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[May. 21st, 2008|09:40 pm] |
Who: Wilson and George
What: Being a married couple
Where: Their room
When: Backdated to before the plot
Warnings: Snuggling and probably a romp between the sheets
Clad in only a pair of pajama pants, Wilson lay sprawled out on his and George's bed. He'd hit the hay early simply because he'd had a hard day at work and let Rebecca take care of Eddie so he and his husband could spend a little time together. He glanced toward the bathroom where George was washing up, humming. "Come on, George." Wilson encouraged, yawning as he shifted a bit so he could watch the other man fondly. |
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[Mar. 19th, 2008|06:39 am] |
Who: George and Wilson
What: Being together
Where: The Mansion
When: Wednesday
Warnings: I'll keep you posted.
Sitting on the couch in the main den was one James Wilson. On his lap was a guitar, his fingers moving over the fret as he hummed a soft tune. There was so much to think about after everything that had happened. A lot of people had up and vanished lately -including House, Ray and their family- and he was, like any family man, worried. Rebecca had come to him the previous night, scared and worried, looking to him for comfort. He'd given her it and then sent her on back home to her lover and daughter.
Closing his eyes, he began singing softly,
"The moon sheds light across the end of the bed. You made me wait but now I'm touching your leg. And I remember all the little things you said..."
Another thought that hit him was the fact he was getting married that Saturday. Smiling a little, he went back to simply humming along to the song. He and George were finally going to be together, officially, and though he had his worries and doubts he also felt a pathetic warm and fuzziness deep down. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|10:05 pm] |
Who: Wilson and George
What: Chasing about a three year old
When: Friday night
Where: The Mansion
Warnings: TBA
"Tara, get back here!" Wilson stumbled over himself as he chased after an energized three year old. Giggling, the little girl crawled under the coffee table and was once more running off down the hall. Panting, the young man sighed and leaned in the door frame. Tara, when she realized she wasn't being chased, looking back at Wilson with a pout.
"Gampaw!" She stated with a little huff, crossing her arms over her chest. "C'mon! Slow poke!"
"Tara, grandpa can't chase you anymore." He admitted with a sigh, watching as Tara wandered back over to him.
"Yous no fun." With a pout she held up her hands to him and Wilson bent down to pick her up. Tara razzed his cheek, giggled, and put her arms around his neck as she was taken back to the living room. |
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[Jan. 28th, 2008|07:13 pm] |
Who Jasper and Rebecca featuring Tara and George (maybe Wilson, even?)
What He's that baby's daddy! What! OHSNAP! Where is Maury when you need him?
Where The manor of the Prince of Wales aka George
When Monday afternoonish
Rating High for cockney style swearing at least.
( Oh, Oh, What a Beauty! I've Never Seen One As Big As THAT Before... ) |
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[Jan. 18th, 2008|10:43 pm] |
Who: Rebecca, family, and anyone else who wants to drop in + mentions of Sekhmet
What: The birth of her daughter
When: Saturday January 19th
Where: George's mansion
Setting her phone aside, Rebecca had called one of the maids and kindly asked her to get George and Wilson. Of course, Eddie was the first one up the stairs, grinning like and idiot. It wasn't long before George and Wilson followed. Explaining to them what was going to happen, they seemed a bit hesitant but she assured them all would be fine. Plus, it was like Sekhmet said...messing with her would be a stupid idea, since God wouldn't exactly be happy if something happened to Rebecca or her child.
Sekhmet appeared when called and held up her side of the deal. It was a relatively easy birth, though Rebecca was exhausted afterward anyway, holding her little baby girl in her arms after she had been cleaned up and wrapped in a soft pink blanket.
"Hello." She whispered ever so softly as the little child made a noise, eyes barely opening. |
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