Mar 19, 2015
+ elegati | -anniecrestaodair
He’d settled himself easily into the nearest plush armchair, wasting no time to let a cigarette ignite between his fingers. Why on earth had he thought of coming here, let alone actually complying? She had wanted him to meet someone, heavily implied the weight of his obedience to the very act. It was t e d i o u s. Was he losing his touch, agreeing to someone’s command, other than the President? She had better make up for it later, lest leave herself for the consequences. The odd power struggle was amusing, enough curiosity held blue eyes upon the exit, waiting for the other two to waltz right in.