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"I'm beginning to think that we shouldn't be here", Tariq said. He held up his hand and the flame that danced on it illuminated parts of the catacombs that they had just descended into. The air was stale with a strong smell of mould mixed with the stench of the water in the canal that ran through the cavernous room.

"What was your first hint? The door that was locked? Or the fact that you melted the lock so that we could get in here?" Richard chuckled even though the young merman seemed more concerned than he let on.

Curiousity had gotten the better of the both of them. Several feet above them, the grand old house of Whitechurch Manor was battered by a storm that raged over London and here they were, down in the bowels of the Earth, somewhere in the forgotten parts under the house, poking their heads into places which had been dormant for possibly centuries.

"Funny... also, aren't you cold?"

Tariq couldn't help but feel distracted by Richard clothes or rather lack thereof. The merman had been on his way to the pool when the power went out and wore little more than a revealing speedo and a robe.

"The cold never bothered me anyway."

"Because you're a merman?"

Richard blinked. "Yeah, that too. Velkan would have gotten it."

A loud growling sound from deep withing the darkness stopped their banter.

"Maybe you were right. We shouldn't be here. And we're not alone," Richard said.

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Random picture from a short story set shortly after Tariq and Jon moved into Whitechurch Manor about how Richard and Tariq got closer and finally started dating. They definitely have a nose for trouble

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"I'm beginning to think that we shouldn't be here", Tariq said. He held up his hand and the flame that danced on it illuminated parts of the catacombs that they had just descended into. The air was stale with a strong smell of mould mixed with the stench of the water in the canal that ran through the cavernous room.

"What was your first hint? The door that was locked? Or the fact that you melted the lock so that we could get in here?" Richard chuckled even though the young merman seemed more concerned than he let on.

Curiousity had gotten the better of the both of them. Several feet above them, the grand old house of Whitechurch Manor was battered by a storm that raged over London and here they were, down in the bowels of the Earth, somewhere in the forgotten parts under the house, poking their heads into places which had been dormant for possibly centuries.

"Funny... also, aren't you cold?"

Tariq couldn't help but feel distracted by Richard clothes or rather lack thereof. The merman had been on his way to the pool when the power went out and wore little more than a revealing speedo and a robe.

"The cold never bothered me anyway."

"Because you're a merman?"

Richard blinked. "Yeah, that too. Velkan would have gotten it."

A loud growling sound from deep withing the darkness stopped their banter.

"Maybe you were right. We shouldn't be here. And we're not alone," Richard said.

~~~

Random picture from a short story set shortly after Tariq and Jon moved into Whitechurch Manor about how Richard and Tariq got closer and finally started dating. They definitely have a nose for trouble