I couldn’t do this yesterday, but here we go. Usually on my birthday I do only stuff I like -no commissions, no work, no anxiety. So have a very rough and happy (?) painting with Hannibal and Will 🙂
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Adam typed the number into his phone with shaking fingers and took a deep breath.
He could do this.
He’d spent three hours with Harlan this afternoon carefully rehearsing this phone call. He had several contingencies: One for being put on hold, one for a rejection, and one for if he got the job. Harlan had insisted he was a shoe-in and that they practice the last contingency a few extra times.
With a nod to himself, he hit the call.
“What?”
“Uh.” Adam hadn’t rehearsed a conversation starting with what, the administrative assistant was supposed to say hello or hello, Dr. Simms’ office. The man on the other end of the line didn’t sound like Dr. Simms’ administrative assistant, but maybe she was sick? Maybe it was her day off? Maybe-
“You gonna talk or just wheeze at me?”
Adam began tapping on his thigh. This wasn’t what he rehearsed. The other person was supposed to say hello then Adam would do his speech. But Harlan had said no matter what happened, Adam should at least get through the first bit.
Adam filled his lungs with air and rushed through what he’d rehearsed. “Hello Dr. Simms, this is Adam Raki. I was interviewed Tuesday about the job with imaging and wanted to know if I’m still in consideration for the job mapping Uranus.”
Adam’s heartbeat began to slow. He’d gotten it out with no mistakes or hesitations. Harlan would be proud.
There was a snort in his ear. “That really depends on what you look like.”
Adam frowned. “I, uh, I don’t see what my appearance has to do with anything, but I’m told I’m fastidious. And that’s a good quality in a-”
“Does that mean thorough, darling?” The voice in Adam’s ear rumbled. Adam found he liked the way it sounded, even if it was a bit odd.
“Yes.”
Adam heard another deep laugh. “So you’ll really get in there? Inspect every nook and cranny?”
What an odd way to inquire about the pixel clarity. Perhaps the administrative assistants in the office weren’t versed on technical terms. “I…yes? I believe I can thoroughly scan Uranus for you.”
Just set my queue for a monster/ghost/werewolf/horror movie AUs fic self reblog day tomorrow for Friday the 13th including things I’ve written for art.
A birthday fic for the lovely and amazing @desperatelyseekingcannibals. Happy birthday, my dear Max, hope you enjoy <3<3<3
Thanks to @slashyrogue for the title, and @tcbook and @hotmolasses for advice on writing smut scenes (and for generally being amazingly patient and wonderful).
Mortimer slid quietly along the hallway and snuck a peek into the waiting room, hoping that no one would notice him in such an undignified act. Not that he didn’t spend all day engaged in what many people would no doubt term undignified acts, but at least those took place behind closed doors. Fortunately, the inhabitants of the waiting room seemed to have their direction focussed on quite another subject – the same subject that had caused Mortimer to sneak around without his shoes on.
Seated on a chair at the far side of the room was quite the most unusual patient Mortimer had seen on these premises (which, not to be uncharitable, was saying something). For a start, he was a man, and this practice was strictly ladies only (other than the doctors, of course). Then there was the matter of his hair, which was the colour of pewter and worn in a thick braid that hung over one shoulder, in a manner which made him look nothing short of a barbarian. Mortimer rather suspected he could fight like one too – despite his unremarkable clothing (rough-looking greatcoat, in a shade of grey to match his hair, untailored trousers, beaten-up workman’s boots), the man had a bearing that suggested impressive strength. A former soldier, was Mortimer’s immediate impression.
None of which explained why this rather intimidating specimen had, about half an hour previously, strode into the practice and demanded an immediate appointment with Mortimer himself. Mortimer squinted at his face, trying to recollect if their paths might ever have crossed previously. It was, Mortimer had to admit, rather an interesting face to examine, all angles and sharp edges, yet with an elegance that put him in mind of an ancient sculpture. Or perhaps an ancient rock face. Interesting or not, though, he had no memories of this man, and no reason to grant him an audience.
It had been rather a routine week so far, though…
Intrigued despite himself, Mortimer slipped back to his office, replaced his shoes, and returned to the waiting room. He first excused himself to Mrs Bellamy and asked for her patience in enduring a short delay to her appointment, for which he received a coquettish pout and a giggle in response. He then crossed to the far wall and offered his hand to his mysterious visitor as he rose from his seat.
“I am Doctor Granville. I believe you insisted upon meeting me somewhat firmly, Mr…?”
“Draco will be fine, Doctor Granville. I don’t stand on ceremony.”
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