Ian Williamson

Tue, 06 May 2008 23:56:41 GMT

*he's sleeping well, with Adrian curled up against him* *noses Adrian's nape and shifts closer when his sleep's interrupted with the sound of an owl tapping at the window* *groans and pulls the covers up higher to drown out the tapping* *mumbles* Go'way, stupid owl.

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 01:46:26 GMT

*he's tossing and turning in his bed -- alone, mind! -- and decides this alone thing is really unacceptable (plus, he misses him. A lot.), so he shuffles out of bed and apparates to Adrian's place, right inside near the door, still in his pj bottoms*

*calls out* Adrian? You home, love? It's Ian.

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 03:17:36 GMT

*he'd picked up dinner, and headed over to Bill's place, wanting to spend some time with his best mate, after the night they'd all spent together: him, Bill and Adrian* *and, he wanted to know more about this corset-wearing-Ann girl that seemed to have caught Bill's fancy*

*apparates directly inside Bill's place, long having been allowed through the wards without knocking, and deposits the take-away bags on the kitchen counter* *calls out* Oi. Bill! S'Ian, mate. C'mon n'give us a kiss!

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 21:47:09 GMT

*he's expecting both Adrian and Bill anytime now, and he'd be lying if he wasn't anticipating it; anytime he gets to spend with either of them is brilliant, but when he gets to spend time with both of them at once, it's even better*

*the wine's breathing and he's just reading a bit to occupy themselves before they arrive* *he smiles when he hears the first pop of apparition*

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 17:33:22 GMT

*after getting Adrian's last owl, he took some time to pick up some snacks (he wasn't exactly sure what they'd might like so he brought a lot)*

*he apparates to the address Adrian had given him; he looks up at the building, lights on in the flats inside* *looks around a bit to try and spot the best surveillance position, and walks over, trench coat billowing behind him*

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 00:14:20 GMT

*he's wrapped around Bill when he stirs awake from the sun shining into his room, but doesn't get up just yet, happily warm and cozy where he is (not to mention a bit sore -- it was the full moon last night, and as always at the full moon, the sex got a bit rough)* *rubs his neck where there are fresh marks from where Bill bit and marked him, and smiles; happens each time at the full moon, and he loves it each time*

*nuzzles the back of Bill's neck, giving it a little lick for good measure* *sleepily and smiling* C'mon, wake up, lazy arse.

Sun, 23 Mar 2008 01:21:23 GMT

*he decided to come down to the Hit Wizard division to find Adrian and see if he'd like to discuss the case over lunch (plus, it gives him an excuse to leer at him, not that he really ever needs an excuse for that)*

*he's coming up the hall, and takes a sharp turn at one of the cubes, and practically runs into someone* *hands go out to the man's shoulders to steady him from the jostle* Oi, sorry there, mate. I wasn't looking where I was heading-- *broad smile when he notices how attractive the young man is (and, he has to admit, looks quite good in a suit)* --though, if it means running into handsome faces like yours, I should do it more often.

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 00:26:12 GMT

*he's working on a few files and has to fight off boredom* *stretches the crick out of his back and neck and gets up to get himself a cup of coffee, or sludge as it's commonly referred to around these parts* *he's at the coffee pass through when he sees a familiar face coming down the hall*

*grins* Well, the prodigal Auror returns to the nest. How're you, Chang? In London for long?

Fri, 07 Mar 2008 22:48:40 GMT

*flops onto his back, panting, sticky and sweaty, but doesn't hesitate to pull Bill to him to spoon against* *nuzzles his neck, as he tries to catch his breath; even though he'd made himself come at Adrian's, he'd still be quite worked up, especially since the touching and kissing didn't stop until it was late and time for Ian to go (or else he'd have pounced on and pounded him into the mattress -- he didn't think Adrian was quite ready for that)* *instead, he'd headed over to Bill's who'd taken one look at him and knew what he needed; Bill always seemed to know*

*he's sleepy and spent, as he kisses the round of Bill's shoulder and settles up behind him comfortably*

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 18:23:08 GMT

*they still didn't know the identity of their Jane Doe, and it wasn't as if they could pass out flyers with a picture of a face in advanced stages of decomp, so they'd have to go a different route*

*he'd remembered a big case a few years back an old Auror mate of his had in America where they'd used an artist to render a composition of what the vic would look like using just the skull as a base to work off of; he also remembered how they'd finally been able to ID the vic from it*

*he'd sent off word to his mate in America, to find out who he'd used on it, and was glad to find out that this bloke seemed to be back in the UK* *owls later, he'd set up an appointment for Dean Thomas to come in so they could talk*

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 00:28:07 GMT

*it's late Saturday afternoon (more like early evening at this rate) -- after spending the night with Adrian, looking over the missing person reports and then later breakfast, he'd gone home to get some sleep* *once caught up with a few hours sleep and a shower, he heads over to Bill's just to see how Bill'd fared at the club and to give him a bit of an update*

*apparates to Bill's flat* Oi, Bill. Get your naked arse out of bed. It's late. *he's grinning*

Sun, 24 Feb 2008 01:40:15 GMT

*he's on his way to Adrian's place for promised excellent Thai food and to discuss the case they were working on, though if he were honest with himself, he'd taken the time to get ready as if it were a date because, while Adrian's a jittery sort, one never knows what could happen* *so, he'd slapped on a pair of nicely fitting jeans and a button down shirt, picked up a bottle of excellent wine and headed out*

*knocks at Adrian's door; he's greeted to a glimpse of his flat -- from what he can see, it's very spartan looking, but everything else is pushed out of his realm of attention when he sees Adrian in jeans and a wife beater, dog tags dangling around his neck, not a stuffy Hit Wizard suit in sight* *stares at him a moment, caught completely unawares before handing him the wine and a crooked smile* Hi. Brought you something.