chocolate and chocolate chip mint with chopped nuts, malt, milkshake, whipped cream and pocky chain
Story: Crossover: Timeless and Nothing Is Ever Easy
Title: In Common
Rating: G
Challenge: Chocolate #9: resentment
Toppings/Extras: chopped nuts, milkshake, malt, pocky chain, whipped cream
Wordcount: 400
Summary: Sorin Dakamar and Edward Ashdown have one thing in common.
Notes: Nothing Is Ever Easy belongs to the fabulous Casey! Teaser for what may turn into a series! Both characters are thirteen here.
It was a grim, squatting building: Harlesden Boarding School for Boys lay half-buried under snow, small windows glowing like embers in its black walls. The roof was coated and a tide of gleaming white ran up the sporting field and gardens, right up to its face, where the wind gently pushed drifts against the wall. It was isolated and cold, curled in a U-shape with the dorms running up one of the arms, three storeys high.
The doors were bolted and windows locked with keys: illness spread like wildfire amongst the teenage boys so they were all hemmed up indoors.
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This had some adverse effects on the boys who needed to bounce and jump and run: it made them moodier. Edward Ashdown, on the other hand, was quite at home staying indoors and reading and studying as opposed to playing cricket or rugby or other such time-idling pursuits.
He liked to take up the seat closest to the fire and stick his nose into a book, glancing condescendingly towards boys who were being too loud or unruly. There was not a single unruly thing about Edward Ashdown, even though he was only thirteen. He thought life was altogether too serious.
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Sorin Dakamar also had a serious look about his intelligent eyes-though his outward behaviour was a little more agreeable than Edward’s. He disliked boarding school and didn’t really mind who knew: he also seemed never, ever afraid of being punished. He had been caught out of his room after curfew far too many times for the headmaster’s liking.
He didn’t care. Why would he? He paid what attention he needed to in class-although he scarcely needed to, having always been of a slightly sharper breed of boys-and followed direct orders serenely enough. He was a good kid.
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The two boys, Edward and Sorin, were never really friends although they were in the same year and shared plenty of classes, both of them being academic types. They didn’t have enough in common-Edward was pompous and smug, Sorin quiet and thoughtful. What they had in common was that they didn’t like company: Edward being somewhat misanthropic and Sorin liking to spend time alone.
And then one day they found something else in common. His name was Henry Preston-Smythe and what they had in common was that they both hated him.
So they came up with a little plan.
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: All The Time In The World
Rating: G
Challenge: Chocolate Chip Mint #6: lazy
Toppings/Extras: none
Wordcount: 273
Summary: There is a mutiny. Miss Merritt and Mr Prowse can do nothing about it.
Notes: Isaac unintentionally causes Newson’s plan to epicfail, woo!
“So? What’s the news?” Adele Merritt asked from her side of the brig, arching an eyebrow. Both she and Isaac Prowse had been thrown into the cells in the bottom of the Kraken after Captain Graham had staged his mutiny, presumably so that he could assert his power because there wasn’t a lot the two of them could do anyway.
Isaac had just returned from a fairly short and to-the-point conversation with Captain Jacob Graham himself.
“It’s all-out mutiny,” Isaac said, strolling across the brig to stand in front of her, watching as she leaned back against the wooden wall of the ship behind her. They were right in its belly and could hear the undulating ocean around them. It was dark and there were some scattered, damp bunks in one corner as well as a few crates.
“And what does that mean?” his lover replied with the coyest little smile.
Unable to resist any longer, Isaac leaned forwards to kiss her on those smirking venomous lips of hers. He let out a slow breath as he pulled away.
“It means,” he said quietly, “that there is nothing at all we can do about it.”
“And now we’re stuck down here,” Adele replied with a precious, gleeful sigh. “How unfortunate.”
“What will we do with ourselves?” His breath was warm against her skin.
“It depends on how long we have...”
“All the time in the world,” Isaac replied, nose brushing against her temple.
Sorry, Newson, Adele thought as Isaac’s arms slipped around her waist. I’ve spent my whole life being worked to death by you. You can sort this one out by yourself.