The flat was silent when Archie woke. A note on his bedside table, in William's cramped handwriting, read Explained to Sebastian. Taking him to the park. Will pick up Chinese for dinner. Each one had its own line, like some perverse checklist; only the love, Wm scrawled at the bottom saved it from terseness to the point of insult; that, and the way William's voice echoed behind the written words, sedate but warm.
The temptation to continue the threesome fic is overwhelming, but ultimately, I don't think I'm awake enough atm. Since it's the middle of the night, let's write middle-of-the-night!fic.
( that is how my mind went, anyway )
That time when Archie is really awkward with Sebastian, re: his St. Christopher medal.
( I am not sure if I am satisfied with this )
God damn it, I'm really starting to love the name Sebastian. What has haaaaaaaaaappened to me.
( sebastian receives his punishment )
Sebastian has another date! Turns out I can't write it right now because I'm sleepy and apathetic!
( like, oh my god )
Because sometimes I don't want to go to bed, I want to rewrite canon scenes for the Woolfverse. This is so stupidly overwrought, but whatever, I do what I want.
( thar be deathtalks )
Some other time, when Amelia's a little older, makeovers. Until now, general cutes.
( in which ar realizes how long it's been since she's listened to three year olds talk, nnngh )
STEALS PLOTS FROM THE BABY-SITTERS CLUB AND ADDS BLOWJOB REFERENCES wtf self. DX
( the one where someone gets hurt, as promised )
Turns out we were not writing the exact same thing, but it was a close call there for a moment.
( sunrise, sunset )