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It's a hardly noticeable smidge, a sliver from the top of his collar. Truthfully, she only caught it being the one person to have his complete schedule, knowing he'd seen Xavier's heir today. And that if any business occurred, it was far from official. Her eyes scanning him for a sign of the encounter since the return from lunch, of course, she let the meeting go by and the room emptied out before sauntering up to his desk with a mild smirk.
"Didn't I tell you she'd eventually brand you?" Tounge making a tsk Val reached for the tissue box at the corner, then offered it to the boss. "Now, well, I'd say Munroe is living in your head rent-free, but she is sitting on it from time to time… which is worse." ---- modern
[ o ]--- A short-lived look is bestowed upon the tissue, but he does not move to take it, or rise to the bait, not yet at least.
Instead Thor leans back in the chair, broad shoulders carved into quiet, unmoving authority, hands draped idly on the armrests as throat bobs from a swallow. Undoubtedly it has the mark jolt a fraction beyond the starched line of his collar, a soft, damning echo of what was.
Valkyrie's words land with the precision of someone who has bled beside him and therefore earned the right to be unbearable.
A low breath leaves him, almost a laugh, and gaze drifts upward to meet hers, all dry patience and something colder beneath.
' Branding suggests possession, ' and the retort is almost scoffed,' Munroe doesn't possess. She conquers, and only when it suits her.'
Thumbs tap a restless rhythm on the leather, slow and thoughtful.
' She's not in my head,' and the lie is utterly weak, he realizes while speaking the words. ' She's just... a disruption in otherwise predictable weather.'
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