Malvoli-OH!

Smoke Screen

Part 7 - Mistakes

A mistake. A blunder. An error. A mistake caused by an ill judged action, or lack of action and a miscalculation of the results of prior actions. Poor reasoning, carelessness, insufficient knowledge of the result. A blunder caused by a disregard, an unintentional wandering or deviation from the rules and principles he had always clung to without fail. Until now. An error. A careless, stupid error.

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Set in the 'Red Election' TV Series verse. Takes place within the world of the TV series. After the start. Choose a point in time and there this is and so is he. Follows on directly from the previous fic in this series.

Based around the character William Ogilvy, played by Stephen Dillane in the above series.

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Mature for language and smuttiness.

Smoke Screen

Part 6 - Earthquake

He sat, fidgeting with the pen, twisting and twirling it around in his long, strong fingers. Raising it up, nibbling on the end. Allowing the pen to be the victim of his rising anger while he sat there stewing, applying heat to his rage, bringing it up from a slow simmer, firing it up to a rolling boil. His anger raged unseen inside him at being forced to wait for her. His waiting for her was a new anger. One that added to various, ever present angers that he trod around, when he strode upon his great chess board. Angers that raised wrinkles and crinkles upon his brows and placed a permanent scowl upon his face.

Anger at the Minister for Slip-ups. Anger at the great game in his head that laughed at him and threatened to run away from him because of another Ministerial mistake being aired to the press. This time, it was a mistake that was not handed to the press by himself, but by someone else. Someone with a more Russian underbelly, hidden away inside their outward, overtly British clothing. Multifaceted. A chameleon. Just like him.

This unknown traitor, who lurked unseen and unknown around Westminster had, so far, eluded him. He had several ideas on who it could be, but no solid proof, as yet. Whoever it was, they blended in with the rest, playing a good game at appearing British to the bones. But he knew that if he poked deeper and flensed the Anglican flesh off them, then an inner core would be revealed that sang a decidedly Soviet national anthem, and did not wish for God to save whichever Royal arse sat on the Throne.

Mine!

Smoke Screen - part 5

They weren't in public, but they weren't anywhere private. They were in the liminal space of the corridor that led to the files held in the bowels of the Ministry. Someone else might walk this corridor. Or they might not. They might be seen, but might not.

We could be caught and…

She stayed frozen in the dark. Standing still in the light.

He removed his hands from his pockets and stalked into the light. Nearing her.

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Set in the 'Red Election' TV Series verse. Takes place within the world of the TV series. After the start. Choose a point in time and there this is and so is he. Follows on directly from the previous fic in this series.

Based around the character William Ogilvy, played by Stephen Dillane in the above series.

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Mature for language and smuttiness.

The Two Trees

Artwork by @dxcstrange-stuff

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We sing a song of a dour King who loved his beautiful Queen.

We sing a song of a bright Queen who loved her dark King.

Come listen, come listen to our song.

Come listen, come listen to the tale they tell.

Come listen, come listen and learn this song well.

We sing a song to remember and never forget.

Come listen, come listen to our song.

Come listen, come listen to their game of seduction.

Come sing, come sing their song of love.