If you catch it from the corner of your eye, Sam's room practically dazzles with the protective wards he's put on it, so thickly has he laid his magic. And Sam Linnfer, the not-so-lucky Lucifer with the bright boyish grin and dark, dark eyes is justifiably paranoid, in some ways, so it's here that he and Ianto Jones ended up, last night ( Read more... )

Considering he's lived in it for the last six months or so, Sam's room is surprisingly tidy. This is, admittedly, mostly thanks to the Oompa Loompas.

But he's not really thinking too much about that, much more about the girl in his arms, as magic opens the door for him and pushes it inwards. He's careful as they move through the door (she's ( Read more... )

When Sam dreams, he dreams of slamming doors.
Our Father, who art in Heaven...
And when he wakes - or seems to wake - he’s stranded on a strange street where the doors are all shut and barred against him, and still he hears them slam.
Hallowed be thy name...
He picks up a paper from a deserted news stand, and it’s a few seconds before he registers the ( Read more... )

Paris is loud and noisy (Parisian drivers/car horns= OTP) and smoke-filled and chattery and sunny, today, and somehow very distinctly not-London. The architecture is much brasher and over-the-top, and many of the statues and bridges around Sam and Atton, as they emerge from the metro station in the middle of Paris, are decorated with gold leaf ( Read more... )

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Waywalkers: A Sam Linnfer Playlist

1. Theme for Sam/Sam and Jehovah: Almost Human by Voltaire
What did I ever do so wrong
That you should cast me from grace?
Though I love to rule in Hell here,
How I miss the taste of Heaven
Its soft and cool embrace…
If I were a big boy I wouldn't cry,
But since I'm not a big boy
I'll have to close my eyes
And picture what ( Read more... )

It was a much longer time, this time, before Sam opened his eyes to blink painfully into the bright artificial light. Not that he knew that; with no windows, and no clock, it was impossible to guess how long he’d been out for. All he knew was that he was cold, and thirsty, and thoroughly confused. And, not that he’d even admit it to himself, ( Read more... )

When Sam came to, throat like sandpaper, his immediate thought was that he was thirsty. His next thought was that he was cold, very cold, and his head throbbed dully, which was odd, because the regeneration trance should have taken care of that. But, mostly, he was cold. He tried to wrap his arms around himself for warmth and found he couldn’t, ( Read more... )

It was a totally normal day, really. Not that Sam thought that, particularly, slipping out of the rather excellent little bookshop tucked discreetly down an alleyway on the Strand: it was just a day ( Read more... )

Sam and Atton seem to have a habit of asking each other out via notes, by now.

Which is why Atton will have received this via Bar:
Lanky,
Think I promised, at one point, to take you to my world. (Amongst other things.) Well, one of them, anyway. Fancy it? I thought we could go see London first, then maybe head out to some of the other countries.
If ( Read more... )