Silver, Part I

Because I literally cannot resist writing things and because Henry Jekyll has always been Highkey Relatable™ for me (and because there’s a notable lack of my boy G. J. Utterson in the comic), here’s a short TGS fic.

Let me know if you want more? I could keep going.

Words: 3,917 Warnings: None Part II

"I dislike that Hyde fellow immensely," said Utterson. Jekyll froze halfway through uncorking the wine.

"Well," he said, picking his composure up off the floor and dusting it off, "he is a bit rough around the edges, hah hah. One gets used to him after a while."

"I've spoken with Lanyon about him," Utterson said. "He doesn't like him, either."

What a shock, Jekyll thought, although the words had a distinctly Hyde-ish cast to them. He shook himself, pouring out two glasses of wine. If he filled his a little fuller than he ought to have, it was only because it had been a stressful few days.

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Lanyon took in Utterson's wine-flushed face and tipsy balance and folded his arms.

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"It was a very fine Claret," Utterson mumbled, flushing redder than the copious amounts of wine he had imbibed.

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