Recent content by Mervyn Strangewayes

Hey Jamie!! :D I can offer Rion Pendleton (same age) for June - for aaages I've wanted to have a character that's part of a large friend group, and all the drama that would come with it hehe Rion can act quite spoiled herself sometimes - she has a strong (but wonky) sense of 'fairness' and will...

The plates were cleared away, the wine was open, Eluned was in bed... Mervyn couldn't delay it much longer. By the look on Leda's face, he had a couple of minutes at best. Yet, in spite of all his mental rehearsals, he had no idea where to begin. Not that it mattered much where he started. He...

Mervyn had been facing the other way when Wendall began to propose. The sudden hush that fell over the room made him turn to see Mary Lou embracing Wendall on her knees. "Oh, bloody 'ell," Mervyn said. "I 'ope this ain't gonna be an endless cycle, else some poor sod's gonna end up with Ned."

The song faded out as Leda turned to face Mervyn. Hello, he mouthed, still grinning madly, still trying to comprehend that he was actually marrying this woman, his best friend, his soul mate. Where would he be, if not for Leda? She had taken him in when he'd been homeless, loved him in spite of...

Mervyn might not have considered his relationship with Leda romantic, but he would have been lying if he'd said his heart didn't flutter at the sight of her walking down the aisle in her dress. She was beautiful. Not like that, but really, she was. He grinned, feeling a little underdressed...

It was happening. The guests were seated, the music had begun to play, some little goblin was shouting 'Daddy, Daddy', and Mervyn was standing at the altar, about to become the happiest man alive. Whose child was this? Oh - it was Zennon's. And now he looked like he was about to make a break for...

Mervyn had no doubt he and Leda were making the right decision. On the surface, it looked a little like a marriage of convenience between good friends, but there was more to it than that. Perhaps it wasn't romantic, but they shared a bond far deeper than friendship, and Mervyn was ready to...

Mervyn wasn't used to letting other people do the talking. He had to bite back so many interjections that by the time Briar Rowan-Cullen wrapped up her speech, his tongue was feeling swollen. An uncertain pause followed. Oh, right. Mervyn leaned forward and grabbed the stem of the microphone...

Mervyn had never been so well prepared for a broadcast. Generally, insofar as the term generally could be applied to someone who had only been in the job for three months, Mervyn favoured the wing it and pray method. And why wouldn't he? It hadn't let him down yet. It was a magic of its own...

Mervyn hated that he didn't want to be here. His ex-girlfriend could have died, and all he could think about was how awkward it was going to be to see her again. He hung a little behind Leda and Mordred as they made their way down yet another corridor. He had never been inside St. Mungo's...