(or: Neil finds a new hobby and indulges his family with sweets, Andrew indulges Neil, and they both can’t stop staring at each other)Īndrew has not really thought about this, even though he’s noticed it for quite some time now. Happy birthday, he thinks mockingly as he chucks the brownie into the garbage bin. (or: the five weapons Neil has at his disposal + the one weapon he wields without knowing it)ģ) sugar, spice, and something nice | 6,258 wordsĪndrew appears by his side seconds later, takes one look at the charred disaster, and says, “At least you did not burn the Tower down.” They have poured years into forging their armors, and now they are stripping them, piece by tattered piece. These days, both of them are able to sleep on the same bed without any weapons underneath their pillows and on their person, and Andrew is not sure what he wants to do with this knowledge.
Each intake of breath ticks off the time he has left - the space between him and death.īut against his will, his clock begins to run on a different schedule. The world keeps turning, and with it, he wakes up, he eats, he smokes, he plays a sport he doesn’t care about, he guards his things, he keeps his promises, he breathes. He counts the hours left in a day, the minutes left in an hour, the seconds between sunrise and sunset. Note that some of the fics on Ao3 are locked (i.e., you need to be a registered user to access them).ġ) time and tide (might just wait for you) | 9,402 wordsĪ fact: Andrew is biding his time until death.
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