Fics like he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence

"[The Captain] fiddled with his tie as he walked down the corridor, but was stopped in his tracks by a sudden wailing cry. He smirked briefly, unable to suppress his amusement at the thought of Julian and his houseguests, before carrying on down the main staircase, and out into the gardens. He’d made the right decision in switching rooms last night, clearly. He had no doubt that Michael’s parents would have provided enough of a disturbance to have made sleep a moot point. And, if nothing else, at least he didn’t have to worry about Thomas phasing through him in the middle of the night. At that thought, the Captain abruptly came to a halt. He placed his swagger-stick under his arm and drew in a tremulous breath. Nothing about Thomas had been incorporeal last night. Nothing whatsoever. The memory of his solidity, of the weight of his body, of the sheer warmth of that contact—". Displaced from his bedroom over the Christmas period, the Captain is forced to make new sleeping arrangements.

Fics like he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence

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