Norrington was working on shelving for a new client, fitting planks into the custom made grooves and working on carving intricate curls along the sides. He'd been immersed in this latest project for the past few weeks and was nearly finished--nearly to the staining bit of things. Allison had been impressed at the various stages but he wondered ( Read more... )

"Elizabeth." The word was soft and half-murmured in a dream, causing Norrington to sit up in bed and spend a few long minutes trying to clear his mind. He couldn't remember the context of the dream, just that Elizabeth had been there, swimming in his vision, and he couldn't help her. He'd been happy here, in Haurvatat, planning to propose ( ( Read more... )

Norrington had spent the better part of a day preparing his hotel room for Calleigh's visit later that evening and he thought that, perhaps, he'd made it just cozy enough for the two of them. There was a roasted lamb and fresh vegetables, along with a silken tablecloth and bright orchids and lilies in a glass vase ( Read more... )

Wesley was standing down front, along with the priest, and Norrington was more than a bit nervous about the whole thing. He had on his tuxedo and tails--he would have worn his regimentals had they not been entirely out of place in this day and age and looked over at Wesley ( Read more... )

He was expecting her--Calleigh had answered the telephone cheerily enough, after all, and she'd never been to his room. He'd seen hers back when they had first started seeing one another and it had been quaint, if a bit crowded with holiday decorations. But his...well, Norrington certainly had some cleaning to do. He gathered up his clothes, ( Read more... )

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Being gone for a week was nearly torturous, even if the result was something fine and beautiful for his wife. He decided to make the best of it before returning to her, ring tucked into his pocket, a parcel in one arm and roses in the other. Hopefully she would be pleased with the dress and ring, as he'd spent most of his savings on them ( Read more... )

Norrington was...appalled. And shocked. Not necessarily in that order. He'd been cleaning the flat for Allison, tidying a bit so that when she came home she'd be able to just relax and not worry herself about the millions of little things that she always had to worry about ( Read more... )

Norrington stretched and blinked, unsure of why exactly he was currently unable to breathe. It felt like...hair, yes, hair, and his own was long enough to be the culprit. However, this hair was far too scented, shiny and glossy to be his own. He pushed it away and lifted his head, only to realize he couldn't exactly move. A warm body was ( Read more... )

The bookshelves were polished to a bright gleam and, despite the many fine decks Norrington had worked on in his years, he had never been more proud of a project. Allison's books were all neatly alphabetized on the shelves and that completed the last of his projects around her flat, save her bedroom. It would be presumptuous to assume he'd be ( Read more... )