Word Count: 616
Summary: Tay doesn't get along with their department supervisor and, luckily for him, he's dating someone who knows just how to press every button going...
It didn’t take a genius to guess, from the shade of violent crimson Marrok’s face had turned—Tay’s favourite colour—and the way his eyes kept darting over as he hissed something at Stella, that the man was unhappy with him. Again.
Word Count: 580
Summary: Milos discovers things about Alex's past he'd rather not know. But he can't work out what's more disturbing: what happened, or Alex's reaction to it.
Notes: Contains references to child abuse.
Preoccupied with the folder in his hands, Milos didn’t hear the door open, or the footsteps on the carpet. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Word Count: 100
Summary: Milos realises there's always someone destined to catch that embarrassing moment - and it's always the last person you want to see.
Word Count: 594
Summary: Milos asks one question and gets a different answer that both destroys a little bit of his childhood and rebuilds a little part of his adulthood.
Resting his folded arms on the dais, he stared up at the complicated collection of struts and spheres and let out a sigh. "Is there anything else you're going to spring on me?"
Word Count: 100
Summary: Complaining gets Milos nowhere with Alex except embarrassed.
Milos collapsed into his chair with a groan. “I ache...”
Word Count: 238
Summary: Milos suffers at the hands of his homework and Alex lends a hand. Sort of.
Milos slapped the desk. “Fuck this!”
Word Count: 357
Summary: Milos asks Alex how to lie.
“How do you do it?” He stared down at the murky canal waters and watched a rusted shopping trolley drift past.
Word Count: 3,304
Summary: Milos and Alex head out on a retrieval assignment, but nothing's ever simple, is it? Because witches are real after all, and they don't seem to like being retrieved.
Note: This needs rewriting.
“Everything you need to know is in there.” He throws the file down onto the desk in front of me and I just stare at it. That’s the thing I’ll never understand with this lot. They give me folders and say ‘read this’ and it’d be quicker and easier to just tell me instead. I don’t need the background information. I’m just here to do the fetching and carrying.
Word Count: 900
Summary: Milos is prescribed bed rest for his injuries. And socialising, apparently.
Notes: "[Insert word] my arse!" is a British derogatory exclamation (and not, in this case, an actual reference to Milos's arse).
Lodestar: Something that serves as a guide or on which the attention is fixed.
Bed rest. Easy enough cure but, Milos was starting to rapidly appreciate, boring as fuck.
Word Count: 767
Summary: Milos gives the beldame back the picture he found, but as usual it's fraught with risk whenever she's involved.
“Why do I have to go in there?”