I haven't actually got anything to say, I just happened to notice that the last time I did one of these bloody things was exactly a year ago today and thought that was pretty interesting so
H/M drabbleIn those black, nameless hours in which night is indistinguishable from day, Havelock sat awake and watched Margolotta as she slept beside him. He knew she was asleep not because he could hear her heartbeat or see it from her mind, but because - as he had one day discovered in quiet shock - he had simply grown able to tell the difference intuitively.H/M drabble by Silhouette01
And he hated the thought of this, because he knew what it meant. It wasn't so much that he'd gotten involved with a vampire - that had stopped being an issue a long time ago. The problem was that he'd been foolish enough to get involved at all.
He hadn't told Margolotta about the letter. The one he had received from his aunt, telling of the major changes currently occurring in the political topography of Ankh-Morpork. About all the opportunities that were now appearing, ripe for the picking by the right man in the right place
Havelock looked across at Margolotta's sleeping form and absently brushed aside the heavy black tresses to re