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Regarding The Guest
Nov. 26th, 2022 08:07 pmBond had left Q to tend to Harry and had adjourned to his own chambers. In there, alone, Bond found himself lost in thought. Thought of days long ago, images of a boy he'd known. A boy he'd loved.
The gardener's son had been friends with Arthur. Bond had never wanted to impress someone more. He'd wanted Harry to be his friend, all those years ago. But Harry had adored Arthur, and no mater how rakish and charming, how brave or daring, no matter how regal he tried to be, it was clear Harry and Arthur were the pair in the trio.
Long ago memories flooded back as he stared at the fire, his bare feet on the cushion and a mug of rum that had been full. Once.
He'd drunk most of it as he stared at the fire and thought about the man so hell bent on running him through.
The gardener's son had been friends with Arthur. Bond had never wanted to impress someone more. He'd wanted Harry to be his friend, all those years ago. But Harry had adored Arthur, and no mater how rakish and charming, how brave or daring, no matter how regal he tried to be, it was clear Harry and Arthur were the pair in the trio.
Long ago memories flooded back as he stared at the fire, his bare feet on the cushion and a mug of rum that had been full. Once.
He'd drunk most of it as he stared at the fire and thought about the man so hell bent on running him through.
