Apr. 27th, 2017

aldersprig: (lock and key)
Written to some of [personal profile] lilfluff's prompts.
The characters uh. Have something to do with [personal profile] wyste's ongoing very long fanfic. That is, ah,
are completely original. Really.


Jaime had gotten himself “arrested” by simply being in the wrong (right) place at the wrong (right) time, an occurrence that had been happening far too much lately. A suggestion that he happened to be maybe A Little Bit Magical had gotten him put in the right cells, and then it had taken just four or five mundane tricks to assure that he wasn’t actually stuck in the cell.

It sounded simple if you didn’t think about the weeks of planning and four people worth of preparation that had gone into this, all of which had involved quite a bit of arguing, more than a bit of negotiation, and a tiny bit of blackmail.

Jaime had gotten his mission. Now he just had to get out of it.

And the lock was proving slightly more tricky than he’d expected.

He was swearing quietly at the door when it swung open. He slid his lockpicks up his sleeves and tried to look disgruntled and imprisoned.
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Chapter 14: Arnbjörg
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Tuesday, October 3, 2000

“That don’t mean I have to like it!”  Howard wasn’t quite bellowing, but it was a close call.  Arnbjörg looked up from the onions she was chopping just in time to see Magnolia put a soothing hand on his arm.

“He’s not gonna hurt her, Howard, honey, and he’s certainly not gonna do any lasting damage.  I know she’s your friend—”

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