Past the Twilight Hours
Chapter 1: past the twilight hours it is past the twilight hours, the sun has long since sunken beneath the meridian, and the atmosphere ignites with the fretted fire of starlight.
The Witching Hour Arrives
The witching hour draws near to the group as the spirits rise and then come alive, if only for a little while, join troupes that show them the ways of now, and their lives.
The first twelve hours
Years of research and hours upon hours of labor had gone into it. "take your station, vince doesn't need much. he is pretty self sufficient so your duty shift will be uneventful. you may read, or browse through any information at your access level."
An Hour for Spells and Secrets
It was the witching hour, nothing so crude as midnight of course. anyone can be a witch at midnight under a full moon. it was past 3 am and he had been awoken by a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently.
After Hours Pump
:d it was after hours at the gym my brother works at. just staff, and friends and family of staff allowed. the perfect time to get some light relaxing cardio in before bed after a long night of work. also the perfect time to catch the show.
Twenty Seven Hours
Twenty seven hours. sitting on a bus for twenty seven hours is enough to drive anyone insane, but for jake, the trip was agonizing for a reason only partially related to the amount of time he'd spent on an uncomfortable cramped cloth-covered seat.
-: 30 HOURS EARLIER :-
It had taken the better part of 2 hours but finally done! there isn't much light left now with just a little distance to go to johns loving arms.
1.1 - The Green Hour
We're leaving in an hour. for real, this time." he began scampering for the door. "i'll watch your tail," rella offered, teasingly, to kody. wren glared at her, pausing. "or ... uh, maybe i'll accompany the captain back to the bridge!"
Story in an hour - The rebound
They invited damian back to their place to continue drinking and talking, well into the morning hours.
Barfly - Happy Hour
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Happy hour in the poolbar
"happy hour i poolbaren komma kjopa jalla jalla" the man shouted over the speaker again in swedish" "i know what you mean" merlin said looking over the hedges and down below where there was a hotell.
After Office Hours
._ a half hour later she was skipping into her apartment, humming with post-coital glee. he had even been nice enough to give her his vest to wear home since he'd ruined her shirt. what a sweetheart.