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Post box!
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[For Bran]Service for Eight!
Will wakes early nearly every morning so he can do yoga before breakfast, but that doesn't mean he's necessarily awake when he puts the kettle on and makes his way to the beach while the sun is still working on rising. All of this is to say when he returns to the hut much more alert and ready to truly begin his day, only to find the wooden hutch ( Read more... ) -
[For Bran]The weather outside is frightful...
The longed-for snow had arrived just as Will had begun to truly despair for a white December, which means their cottage is now not only decked out in winter greenery, their tree nestled in a corner and fully decorated, but the cottage itself is its own holiday decoration, with its snow-covered roof and icicles hanging at the windows ( Read more... ) -
[For Bran] The Fourth of July is just another day.
Will and Bran had heard about the party but they hadn't been invited, which suited them just fine. The fourth of July was just another day for them, after all ( Read more... ) -
[for Bran]A quiet Valentine's Day
Will had taken Bran's advice and prepared some food in advance in order to avoid any tricks today, which means that dinner in his hut is a simple affair of sandwiches and fruit, with juice to drink, all made yesterday. It's safest that way ( Read more... ) -
[For Bran]
Will had tried not to let James' reappearance bother him. It happened, after all. People disappeared, they came back, and they had no knowledge of the island. It wasn't personal. It was just part of life as they now knew it ( Read more... ) -
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Bran isn't sure if he should look or not; part of him wants to lean into the touch and part wants to pull away. He stays still, for now, letting Will touch him.Will is timid, at first. It's strange, to be doing this in an unfamiliar body, with a mouth that is his but not. Her lips move lightly over Bran's skin, hesitant. When ( Read more... ) -
[for Bran]This...is not going to go well.
Will turns in his sleep as the sun starts to penetrate the walls of his shelter, illuminating the room in shadowed stripes. He snuggles against Bran's back, absently tugging a bit of hair out of his mouth. Still more asleep than awake, his brow furrows; something feels just a bit off, a degree or two south of normal, or something. He just hasn't ( Read more... ) -
Fire in the candle ring, water from the thaw...
"Just a bit further. That's it--now we swing it to the right..." Will shuffles backwards, guiding the top half of the small tree they'd cut as Bran carries the bottom half, and the 'X' of boards nailed to the bottom ( Read more... )