Story code: D 2002-076 Origin: Denmark Writing: Michael T. Gilbert Pencils: Vicar
An awesome person on Discord shared the link to this story a couple weeks ago (please tell me your Tumblr username again so I can credit).
This is the story that The Secret Gardener is a loose sequel for. I’ve wanted to read it for a long time and was pleased to discover that it was actually published in many languages, including English and Arabic! If you can find it in your country, support the artists and publishers by buying it.
On Gladstone’s request, Gyro neutralizes his luck.
Hiddlesweek | Day One | Favourite Role ↳ Henry V in the Hollow Crown We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
She got me going crazy *incoherent mumbling* GODDESS! *incoherent mumbling* Yeah, yeah! *incoherent mumbling* Don’t be afraid, love is the way, shawty I got it, you can call me monster! I’m creeping in your heart babe *incoherent mumbling while dancing violently* come here girl! You call me monster! *incoherent mumbling* she got me going crazy! oh yeah she got me! *still mumbling* oh yeah, oh yeah she got me! *mumbling some more* THAT’S RIGHT MY TYPE! Don’t be afraid, love is the way, shawty I got it, you can call me monster! I’m creeping in your heart babe *incoherent mumbling while dancing violently part 2* come here girl! You call me monster! *incoherent mumbling while pretending to be over dramatic* I’M SORRY YOU MAKE ME SO CRAZY! YOU KNOW YOU DO!!!! *incoherent mumbling while pretending I can actually rap this part* I’m untouchable man! *literally I’m just spewing gibberish at this point other than the ‘Who!’ and 'How we do’ bits* YOU CAN CALL ME MONSTER!!!!!!!!!! I’m creeping in your heart babe! *incoherent mumbling while dancing violently part 3* Come here girl! YOU CALL ME MONSTER! *being overly serious pretending I can do Chen’s harmony here* creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping, you, oh whoa, creeping! *invisible mic drop*
I very often want to kick Touga in the face, but I admit that him fucking Miki’s sister on his sacred piano (and mostly just to prove a point and be a dick about it), and basically propositioning Miki about three seconds later is terrible and also hilarious.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Chloe grouses.
Lucifer scoffs as he starts the music. “I did nothing of the sort. Your undercover operation involves knowing how to tango. You can either have the department shell out cash to give you some classes or you can let me do it.” he says, brow crinkled.
He slides his hand along her waist, resting his palm, warm and large, against her back, just below her shoulder blades. She glares. His touch drops away and he takes a step back.
“Look, if you don’t want to do this I can just as easily dance with Daniel.” He makes a face. “Even if it pains me.”
He’s right, she’s being silly about this. She sighs. “No, it’s fine. I’ll deal.”
He looks a bit offended at that, but places his hand back where it was and moves in closer. “Give me your right hand, yes, excellent.” he says. “Now, your other goes under my arm to my back, all right?” he directs.
She does so, carefully placing her hand on his mid back, below his scars. “That’s it.” he praises and she can feel the way his lungs expand as he speaks. “Now, you’ve got excellent posture for a civil servant, but you’ll want to keep your head up, spine straight.” He demonstrates, muscles moving under her hand. She copies, it’s not hard to do after keeping her head up after Palmetto. It brings their chests nearer to each other, almost brushing.