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A COOPERATIVE PATIENT

EVOLVERE - DIETRO IL VELO

TANGIBILE

MALEDUCATO

APPUNTAMENTO

UNA SERA, PER CASO

DISCORSO SUPERFLUO

CON LA TESTA SOTTO LA SABBIA

SOLO SCHIOCCANDO LE DITA

Serie

ATTIMI

Parte 1 - Fissazione orale

Parte 2 - Resistenza al dolore

Parte 3 - Scorciatoia

Parte 4 - Discussioni Familiari

Parte 5 - Amare

Parte 6 - Un giorno è lungo

Parte 7 - La Mia Pace

Parte 8 - Inclinazioni

Parte 9 - Il silenzioso affronto

Parte 10 - Leggero Ritardo

Parte 11 - Il Mattino Dopo

IN ALTERNATIVA

Parte 1 - Che ti ridi?

Parte 2 - Adorabile Molesto

Parte 3 - Contatto con la realtà

Parte 4 - Non mi mancherai

Parte 5 - Reazione Immediata

Parte 6 - Visita inattesa

Parte 7 - La seduta è finita, Will

Parte 8 - Scomoda indulgenza

Parte 9 - Contrattempo

Parte 10 - Perdono

Parte 11 - Invito a cena

Parte 12 - Sapere che ci sei

Parte 13 - Interessante

Parte 14 - Il corso degli eventi

Parte 15 - E' tutto molto semplice

PRENDERSI CURA

Parte 1 - Briciole

Parte 2 - Non c'è Rosa senza spine

HANNIGRAM AU

LASCIA CHE SIA UNA FIABA - Ispirata a Tarzan

NON SI PARLA CON GLI SCONOSCIUTI - Will giovane

QUATTROCENTOTREDICI GIORNI DOPO - Hannibal è rinchiuso nel BSHCI 

UNA LENTA GUARIGIONE - Will è malato, Hannibal si prende cura di lui. (Hannibal non è un serial killer)

LA CASA ACCANTO - Giovane Will con un vicino di casa decisamente misterioso. 

CHIEDERE IN PORTINERIA - Will poco educato portiere di una rispettabile palazzina 

Spacedogs

GLI ANGELI VENGONO DALLO SPAZIO

PESCI ROSSI E BISCOTTI

Basic Chicken

Serie

C'E' UN POSTO PER TE

Parte 1 - C'è un Posto per Te

Parte 2 - Posto per Due

Valhalla Enchanted (o qualcosa del genere) :D

DA UNO A TRE

BLOG SCRITTURA E FANFICTIONS - SCRIVO -

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[lastoftheoldones]

❝ We all have our parts to play . ❞

[Meme]

" 'All the world's a stage'," Will quoted, hands linked behind  his back as if reciting in front of a class. " 'And all the men   and women merely players; They have their exits and their    entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts'." He     stopped himself from saying more, a faint smile on his face.      "It makes you wonder what your part is in all of this."

[lastoftheoldones]

Words of Prophecy || Closed

floating-dagger

"Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth. Beware Macduff. Beware the Thane of Fife." His voice echoed strangely across the room, a child's voice, but one that held so immense an age as to appear timeless. "Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth," he continued, words laced with the Old Speech as he made his slow, stately progress towards the king, a figure of resolute Light. "Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care who chafs, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill shall come against him." And even so, a laugh danced in his voice, as there was some hidden joke, a surprise that would turn everything on it's head if given the opportunity.

Pausing a moment to let his words fade from the hall, echoes dying to whispers then silence, he watched the man on the throne, unhappy under his crown. "Portent words to have been bestowed upon you, King Macbeth," Will said finally, speaking his own words for the first time.

[lastoftheoldones]

A practitioner of the Wild Magic. One who followed in the line of his master's teaching, but didn't operate under the authority of the Light. Not that this was a bad thing of course, just....interesting.

And the man's name was Harry Dresden.

Will decided to pay the man a visit one day, knocking gently on his door at his apartment a few steps down off the street in Chicago. He smiled, knowing that his presence at the man's door was something akin to a bomb ticking away inside a very small airplane, but there seemed little else he could do.

acrusadeagainststupid

[lastoftheoldones]

"Looks like it's going to rain the rest of the day..."

[lastoftheoldones]

The Sword of Light || Closed

Will held a book in his left hand, pointer finger marking a certain page. In his other hand, Will held a newspaper clipping, writing slightly smudged from being handled too often, corners slightly frayed. Glancing up at the apartment address, he nodded to himself, definitely in the right place. Ringing the doorbell, Will waited patiently for someone to come answer, bouncing slightly on his heels as he waited.

An ad in the newspaper had brought him this far, asking for work, or more precisely, for anyone with a story. And of course he had heard of the famous stories of the great journalist Tintin, traveling the world, going on adventures. If there was anyone who would be able to find what Will was looking for, it would be Tintin. Still, Will was reluctant to let someone as clever as the journalist into such closely guarded secrets of the Light.

Then again, if he had any other options, he wouldn't have been at the door at that moment, small gasp escaping his lips, preparing to speak, grin spreading across his face as the door opened.

"Hello, I saw your ad in the paper," {Will began, waving the ad for visual effect before stuffing it in his pocket.} "I was wondering if you could help me find something." 

[lastoftheoldones]

Winter Wonderland || Closed

Will wandered the path through the forest, crunching the thin dusting of snow on the ground, smile on his face dream-like and gaze vague. A chilled Midwinter's Day sun shone over the Thames River valley, like it did when Will first entered into his power as an Old One. Of course, there had been more snow then, both in his time and in the distant past when he had walked.

Turning into a glade just behind the manor house of the town, Will's breath caught in his throat, the fog from around his mouth dissipating into the air as his senses kicked into alertness. Someone was there. The senses that had been asleep since there last use against the Dark surged into wakefulness as his eyes fell on a figure in the clearing, shimmering slightly that told Will the person would be invisible to most Men.

The whispering of the Old Ones filtered through his mind, supplying a single name. Jack Frost. Memories of his own danced around his mind and he smiled.

"Jack Frost," {Will called across the clearing, stepping out from behind the trees.} "I remember you from when I was little, playing in the snow."