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“It’s not a date,” Charles says easily, hands raised. “It’s just a bloke treating his mate to a meal as thanks for shagging his brains out.”
Edwin squints at him suspiciously.
Charles blinks his ridiculous, over-large eyes innocently. His stomach chooses the moment to growl loudly.
Charles grins sheepishly.
Edwin sighs.
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25 Oct 2025
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The misty remains of the thing haven’t even cleared from the air of the office when Smiley—still on his back, rolling over like a golden retriever—is looking again to Uptight and grinning wide in a way the Postman can only reliably describe as stupid. He’s been standing here observing the ruckus for a good minute, now, and the two of them are completely in their own world, unaware of anything but each other.
It takes him a tick, but Uptight smiles, too.
(or: the Postman, observing.)
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20 Oct 2025
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After returning to London, Crystal tries to find her place in her new old life. Charles hands over an important task. Edwin may finally accept that new furniture is necessary.
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15 Oct 2025
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Edwin Payne was the best necromancer the Fifth House had ever produced. Death had touched his hands and his mouth and his eyes, had cradled his skull and marked him as its favourite son. He had plumbed depths of Fifth House history that had slumbered untouched for centuries, mining long-forgotten seams of knowledge. He had bled for it, starved for it, broken himself open and hollowed himself out. He had made a home of himself for spirit magic, his legs its foundations and his ribcage its vaulted ceiling. He had spoken with the dead, and he had walked the River.
Which was why it was so embarrassing that he was about to be murdered in his bed by some two-bit thug.
Seventy-three years after he was pushed into the River, a liminal place filled with hungry ghosts, Edwin Payne has finally succeeded in clawing his way out. All he wants is to be left alone with his research, but to his dismay, the head of his House insists he take a cavalier to protect him – and to make sure he’s behaving himself. But not everyone is happy to hear that Edwin’s back, and when an attempt on his life by the very man who pushed him into the River all those years ago almost ends in tragedy, it’s time to get even.
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13 Oct 2025
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Rising from their woolen blanket spread over the forest floor, Edwin politely clasped his hands together. “I think I am going to turn in for the night, actually.”
Charles almost looked disappointed, though it was hard to pin anything down in the shifting lights of the fire. It was as though two different futures flickered over his face. In one, painted by the warm, orange glow softening Charles’ brow, and dipping into the inviting bow of his lips, Edwin saw a scene where he’d be allowed to pull Charles into bed with him. In another, cast by sharp shadows along his jaw, Edwin watched helplessly as Charles moved halfway across the world, and drifted further away every day.
“Right, I’m pretty tired myself. Won’t be far behind.” Charles said, and a selfish part of Edwin wanted to ask: but for how much longer?
Or, sometimes you just need a week long, post-university graduation camping trip to figure out the rest.
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