Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

Today was Spectre's wedding day. If, a year ago, you had told Malachy Flynn that he'd be acting as Spectre Mors' best man in his wedding, he would have either laughed in your face or told you to get the hell away from him. Spectre had been Flynn's musical idol and musical idols did not become your best friends. Or at least they didn't usually, unless their sexy boyfriends happened to show up and the pub you worked, lived, and played at. Flynn had reminded Thomas of Spectre himself, and that was why he'd brought Spectre to see Flynn play. And the rest was history.

( Evil Blonds Ahoy )

Malachy O'Reilly was staring at the world's most perfect pancakes. They were so close to him, only separated by a three feet and a window, and they were absolutely covered in a mountain of vanilla ice cream and the freshest berries you could possibly have found. A little puddle of maple syrup rested in a glass bowl on the side of it all, just begging to be poured all over the top of everything else. The concoction looked so perfect, Mal had nearly cried the moment it had arrived at the man's table.

( Pancake Lessons )