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Title- Emrys
Pairings- None (can be seen as slight Taylor/Ghost.)
Ratings- G
Warnings- None.
Word Count- 181

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Taylor didn’t look around from watching the sunset beyond the whirling snow of the storm; he knew it was only Emrys at the typewriter, telling his story. He’d gotten used to it by now. He smiled fondly as he remembered the first time he’d stayed in room 221B of the Camelot Inn. He’d woken to the tick of the typewriter keys and found the luminescent, shadow of a man sitting nonchalantly at the desk, typing away.

Taylor had, of course, been scared at first, but Emrys had assured his impromptu host that he meant no harm and only wanted to get his story down, get it told. So, now, whenever Taylor was in town for a writer’s workshop or convention or an interview, he made sure to get room 221B at the Camelot Inn because, really, what would Emrys do without him?

His smile fell a little as he watched the snow blowing outside and the ticking faded away – soon it would be sunrise and he would have to go home, back to Tulsa, leaving Emrys behind again.