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It makes sense that canals would develop guardian spirits - the deities of rivers and streams and oceans and lakes have all been recognised for as long as people have told themselves stories - as long as people have been people, in other words.
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Fluffy Sesa-style coffee shop AU, but the summer edition
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The winter and the summer solstices are their moments of strongest connection
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Extracts from the journal of Christopher K---------,
19th December, 1888
(P--------, North Wales)I do my best not to be discouraged, but the comparison between our lodgings tonight, and the comforts of town and the warm brandy fug in which we concocted this plan, do not incline me towards optimism. I can admit here, in this journal, that I have never been as convinced as L.B and J.T, let alone my dear J.C, that L.B's discovered papers are going to lead us to proof of the Celtic mysteries of this remote corner of our nation, and tonight, alone in a cramped, damp bedroom so spartan as to fail to furnish me with a desk to write this at, any hopes that I may once have had are at a low ebb. J.F and N.C have approached this project from the start with the wry smiles of men who would humour their friends, and I find myself wondering it perhaps we would be more comfortable now if we had paid more heed to them?
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The door from the garage led into the mud room, and as JC opened the door, he could smell Chris’s chilli cooking.
“Hey, that smells good!”
Chris was at the stove, stirring up a big old pot of chilli, and he turned around with a grin.
“Hey, sweetness!” Chris greeted him, balancing the wooden spoon across the top of the pot to come over and give JC a hug. All these years together, and the way that Chris just fit in his arms, the top of his head tucking under JC’s chin, and his arms squeezing tight around JC’s waist, still made him happy. Chris’s embrace loosened, and JC ducked down for a kiss, a domestic brush of the lips that the hedonistic club-kid JC had been in college would have thought was lame and tame, but which gave now-JC a warm, happy glow.
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Tripping the Light Fantastic by Ephemera_pop (Alex_Draven)
Fandom Backstreet Boys, Popslash
01 Sep 2005
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