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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 10:16 pm
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another year older
With everything that was going on, the reports and the workload, Jeremiah hadn't even realized the day (he still sometimes felt like it was supposed to be December, not January, because of the time they lost). Not even when people had giggled about it being Friday the Thirteenth had he really clicked. It wasn't like he actively did anything on his birthday, it was always a quiet affair, and Algie and himself hadn't even been together yet the previous year.
Perhaps he should realized that he was getting especially strange looks from people at the department - they were surprised he was even in - but he brushed it off as normal. Eventually, however, he was heading home and grateful to be there. Keys were deposited in their usual spot, his shoes toed off, and jacket tossed onto its chair.
"Alg," he called out, "I'm home!" His shoulders rolled, trying to ease the ache between them and the chill that had picked up during the day from the absence of being around his husband.
Quote: what. with everything going on you think he was going to remember his birthday?
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 10:26 pm
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frozen
It was, by the time Jeremiah got home, much later than he should have been. Mostly because he had gone in on Saturday to handle a few things and it was supposed to be just a few things. Not something that turned into him having to handle fallout from an otherbeing manifesting in Ashdown.
He had texted Algie, let him know, and had snorted when he had gotten a message back to the tune of don't die followed by another message of if you didn't want to cook tonight, you could've just said so.
There was an ache in his back, almost as if he was disconnected from it, that would not stop. What was worse was that for all that his clothing looked roughed up and torn, he was perfectly fine. The disconcerting thing had been what he had noticed along his neck and a few other spots: scales like ice that seemed to match the frozen way he felt.
It was an entirely different kind of cold and it was, in all honesty, helped by the nature of the visions he had been plagued with while fighting that thing. His jacket was slid off slowly, a quiet hiss of breath escaping from pain and realizing that he really, really needed to get it dry cleaned. At least he could mend his clothing.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 7:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 7:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 4:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 4:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2017 1:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2017 1:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 6:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 6:50 pm
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