Excalibur
Title: Excalibur
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: Neither of their mothers was known for their sense of humor.
It was raining on Muir Island when Daemon and Christian Summers arrived... though calling it rain was something of an understatement. It was more like God was trying to drown them without doing something as simple as just drop them in the sea.
“I hate this place,” Christian muttered, making a dash for shelter. Daemon followed, the rain hissing as it hit his skin. The closest door was, blessedly, open, so the Summers men were able to dart inside with all due speed.
“Hullo, poppet.”
Christian growled something decidedly uncomplimentary under his breath, water dripping off his shaggy brown hair and into his eyes. Daemon was already mostly dry, and his cousin cursed that, too. “Drop the stupid accent, Galadriel.”
“That’s Jenny,” the dark haired woman corrected, blowing out a “Wanker,” under her breath with a plume of cigarette smoke.
“Hello?” Daemon said tentatively. “I’m Daemon Summers. We spoke on the phone, I believe?”
“Right. Jenny Wisdom, leader of Excalibur for my sins. My mother didn’t have a sense of humor either.”
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: Neither of their mothers was known for their sense of humor.
It was raining on Muir Island when Daemon and Christian Summers arrived... though calling it rain was something of an understatement. It was more like God was trying to drown them without doing something as simple as just drop them in the sea.
“I hate this place,” Christian muttered, making a dash for shelter. Daemon followed, the rain hissing as it hit his skin. The closest door was, blessedly, open, so the Summers men were able to dart inside with all due speed.
“Hullo, poppet.”
Christian growled something decidedly uncomplimentary under his breath, water dripping off his shaggy brown hair and into his eyes. Daemon was already mostly dry, and his cousin cursed that, too. “Drop the stupid accent, Galadriel.”
“That’s Jenny,” the dark haired woman corrected, blowing out a “Wanker,” under her breath with a plume of cigarette smoke.
“Hello?” Daemon said tentatively. “I’m Daemon Summers. We spoke on the phone, I believe?”
“Right. Jenny Wisdom, leader of Excalibur for my sins. My mother didn’t have a sense of humor either.”