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Alright, starting out with Hob's post here.
Hob's drinking. Of course. Thom comes over for some banter. They discuss the morality of Thom's magic. Hob asks if Thom regrets dying. Thom says if he were alive he could have learned. He wants to know if Hob has ever killed anyone. Hob says he has, but refuses to be more specific. He wants to know if Thom could erase a memory from his mind. Thom wants to know what the memory is. When Hob won't tell him, he gets annoyed and leaves.
From across the bar, Paul torments Hob.
Trotsky recognizes Hob. Apparently they *cough* knew each other in London. They banter woebily and reminisce and are extremely slashy. It's all rather sad and sweet, if you ignore the extreme WTF. Eventually talk of drinking leads to Trotsky passing out.
Billy, who's been asleep next to Hob, wakes up. Hob gets all awkward and reveals that he feels like a third wheel. They both make declarations of conflicted love. Hob says that when the bond is broken, he'll leave. Billy wants him to stay. They kiss. It's sappy. Oh, so very sappy.
Then we move to another thread. The thread of SEXY WET LUCIFER. It starts when he enters the bar after swimming in the lake. Shirtless. Wet. Um. Is it warm in here? Just me? Okay. Anyway. Hob comes over and is rather sullen at him. They discuss the dreams. Hob doesn't know what to think, but feels somewhat betrayed. Lucifer is, well, Lucifer about it. The conversation naturally makes it way round to flames and pain. Lucifer is briefly, once again, creepily gentle towards Hob. They kiss. Fahye and I are dead of the pretty (did I mention SEXY WET LUCIFER?). Then I'm just dead, period, cause I've been awake for about four days. And, the end.
Hob's drinking. Of course. Thom comes over for some banter. They discuss the morality of Thom's magic. Hob asks if Thom regrets dying. Thom says if he were alive he could have learned. He wants to know if Hob has ever killed anyone. Hob says he has, but refuses to be more specific. He wants to know if Thom could erase a memory from his mind. Thom wants to know what the memory is. When Hob won't tell him, he gets annoyed and leaves.
From across the bar, Paul torments Hob.
Trotsky recognizes Hob. Apparently they *cough* knew each other in London. They banter woebily and reminisce and are extremely slashy. It's all rather sad and sweet, if you ignore the extreme WTF. Eventually talk of drinking leads to Trotsky passing out.
Billy, who's been asleep next to Hob, wakes up. Hob gets all awkward and reveals that he feels like a third wheel. They both make declarations of conflicted love. Hob says that when the bond is broken, he'll leave. Billy wants him to stay. They kiss. It's sappy. Oh, so very sappy.
Then we move to another thread. The thread of SEXY WET LUCIFER. It starts when he enters the bar after swimming in the lake. Shirtless. Wet. Um. Is it warm in here? Just me? Okay. Anyway. Hob comes over and is rather sullen at him. They discuss the dreams. Hob doesn't know what to think, but feels somewhat betrayed. Lucifer is, well, Lucifer about it. The conversation naturally makes it way round to flames and pain. Lucifer is briefly, once again, creepily gentle towards Hob. They kiss. Fahye and I are dead of the pretty (did I mention SEXY WET LUCIFER?). Then I'm just dead, period, cause I've been awake for about four days. And, the end.
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