Wen Ning recognizes what is happening. He is being confessed to. This happens to him, sometimes. There is something about him that makes people tell him secrets, although he doesn't think he does anything to encourage this. His sister used to say he had trust-worthy proportions, which people could naturally see. Since she had never read his fate in his face, this doesn't seem too reliable.
Wen Ning encounters Lan Xichen, and they discuss trees. A secret i…
Wen Ning recognizes what is happening. He is being confessed to. This happens to him, sometimes. There is something about him that makes people tell him secrets, although he doesn't think he does anything to encourage this. His sister used to say he had trust-worthy proportions, which people could naturally see. Since she had never read his fate in his face, this doesn't seem too reliable.
Wen Ning encounters Lan Xichen, and they discuss trees. A secret is shared.
Prior is getting good at this threshold-of-revelation stuff.
PK's been an Auror for long enough to know that he's suited for research and desk work. Being assigned to work with Carey, who's known throughout the Montreal Aurors for his undercover work, changes that. A lot.
Villanelle is taken. Eve finds her.
It took Costis awhile to understand what was happening, in their little cottage in Roa.
Elena and Bonnie talk, and then there's a kidnapping. Still eventually Elena/Damon/Stefan.
Chloe is cursed by a fairy to never say a rude word, and everyone but June thinks it's a great development.
Because the second that Killmonger touches him, the second that his hands are on T’Challa’s bare skin, wrapped around his throat–T’Challa can feel him, every inch of him, Killmonger’s rapid heartbeat, his too-quick breathing, the adrenaline coursing through his body, the fear and rage and confusion, all of it running through T’Challa’s mind like a spark of fire along dry grass.
“No, no, no,” and T’Challa thinks it’s his own voice speaking until he feels the puffs of air against his fac…
Because the second that Killmonger touches him, the second that his hands are on T’Challa’s bare skin, wrapped around his throat–T’Challa can feel him, every inch of him, Killmonger’s rapid heartbeat, his too-quick breathing, the adrenaline coursing through his body, the fear and rage and confusion, all of it running through T’Challa’s mind like a spark of fire along dry grass.
“No, no, no,” and T’Challa thinks it’s his own voice speaking until he feels the puffs of air against his face, until he realizes that it’s Erik speaking, his own face inches away from T’Challa’s as he says, “Not you, not you.”
Lunch, a mysterious fruit, revelations, and sex. In that order.
Kamet tells a small, accidental lie that spirals out into an enormous, humiliating lie. That would be manageable, maybe, if he didn't wish so badly for it to be true.