( Villiers dreams. )

For once, it's Villiers leading the way into room 405, even if it's with some distraction. No matter, he knows his way to this room by heart, now -- it's one of comfort.

Even more so, now that he's finally got that matter of his door out of the way. He has a way back and he can stop stressing over what to do. In other words, he can stay, right ( Read more... )

At 1:23 PM, exactly eight hours from when his mind finally drifted off to sleep, Villiers opens his eyes.

He doesn't need an alarm clock. Years of working for bosses with odd hours has graced him with the odd ability to wake when needed, and he has come to like his daily recommended eight hours. Do excuse the late time, though -- Le Chiffre does ( Read more... )

Why? Because this fits perfectly.

( Meeeeeeme )

Villiers sat on the bed, staring at his hands. Well, to be more specific, the object in his hands -- two rings of shiny steel, held together by light chain ( Read more... )

Villiers carefully closes his datebook, letting the leather and paper fall shut with a comforting thump. A last minute check had revealed that all of M’s papers were in order, and her desk was tidy for the night -- time to go ( Read more... )