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 Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 8:57 pm
Spinning away on his toes with a dancer's grace, Fury stretched tall- fully aware of the way his shirt pulled across his skin, baring his sides and the low-slung waist of his fashionably ripped jeans alarmingly.
"As long as you promise we're not putting that monstrosity together this evening, I shall forgive you all of your transgressions and even carry one of the boxes," he replied haughtily, giving his husband a smirk as he referred to the lovely bed he so adored. "THIS time."
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 9:01 pm
Tombs frowned, following after him.
"I already told ya, I want to sleep innah bed." He nudged Fury aside, grabbing the lighter box and offering it to him before grabbing the other. He made sure the car was empty and locked, then made his way back to the house.
"I could put it together while you make us something to eat?" >_>....
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 9:03 pm
"The FIRST time we put that thing together, it baffled us both and took four of my girls, two of my boys, and a case of bourbon to assemble," Fury pointed out, hefting the box so he could lock his car. The shock trap came active with a sizzling twinge in the air.
"I was under the impression we were spending this evening alone, but if you want me to call Angelie I'm sure she wouldn't mind gathering everyone together..."
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 9:10 pm
Tombs tossed the box into the living room, turning to face Fury.
"Oy, I c'n put the g'damned bed together meself- I don't need your crews help. If all else fails, I'm a'least dragging the f'ckin mattress in where I want it to be and sleepin there!"
He sighed, fingers twitching irritably. His piano wouldn't arrive til tomorrow, it made him anxious knowing it wasn't HERE and was elsewhere... being moved. If it so much as had a scratch in it someone's a** was his.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 9:18 pm
Instinctively, Fury knew the true nature of his frustration- and sought to soothe it. A few years before, he would have callously unleashed sarcasm in answer; now, the thought caused him equal pain. He set his own box down and stepped forward, hands light on Tombs' chest.
"Shhh, darling, we'll get to it all. You're worried about the piano, aren't you? The men I hired to move it will treat it as their own child- I trust them." Laying his head gently on his husband's shoulder, he allowed careful fingers to touch the man's lips. "Compromise? You bring the matress, I'll bring the picnic?"
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 9:26 pm
"Deal," Tombs offered a slightly smile, before stepping away from him and dissapearing into the back to drag the set of matresses across the hallway and situated. After that, he spent twenty minutes looking for the sheets, blankets, and pillows that went ON them.
o__<
A picnic and thier first sleep in the new house wasn't a bad idea after all.
/ END
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:20 am
The next morning, it's almost as if something spent the night on the window ledge with the lamp...
The wooden sill is scorched in some places, almost in the shape of tiny feet. But nothing could be that small... could it?
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 3:38 pm
~:: Furia's Journal: 001 ::~
A red leather-bound journal, kept locked in Fury's desk drawer.
A new house littered with boxes is not the safest place to get up for a glass of water in the middle of the night. Perhaps my habits are still a bit too nocturnal- I am restless any time after dark. The house was peaceful and lovely quiet, however-except that there was something strange in the smoking room. That shiny lamp we found- little footprints around it! I'll be calling an exterminator soon, I think. I could care less if the house has bugs and rodents, but the company I like to have at home with me is tall and smokes cigars, thank you very much.
They were very strange marks, though. I left Tombs a note, but there's so many boxes he may or may not find it before I wake up. Ah well.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 3:45 pm
Day oo1, officially:
I woke up this morning to a cold house. No complaining, I really liked it- much better than my old apartment that had no air or heat at all.
After finding the coffee maker and starting a pot, I noticed the lamp sitting at the window sill. It was completely untouched, but the wooden sill beneath it looked as if it had been burnt. No sunlight could have done that... and it wasn't like that before we went to bed. The funniest thing about the burnt patches were thier shape, like tiny little speckles- almost like feet.
I told myself it must be something I completely missed when I'd put the lamp there before and went back to smelling the brewing coffee. I'd ask Furia about it when he dragged his a** out of bed. Maybe he'd noticed it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 4:15 pm
Not on the windowsill this time... which is likely a good thing, since the window AND sill now look as though a blowtorch has been taken to them. It's enough to have cracked and broken the glass. This explains why there is now an infant laying curled up on the floor just inside, come morning.
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