“So, you’re a geneticist right? So is a friend of mine, though she deals with some very unique things. I’ve always found it all fascinating but I’m much better with computers.” ( @andromcdax)

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“So, you’re a geneticist right? So is a friend of mine, though she deals with some very unique things. I’ve always found it all fascinating but I’m much better with computers.” ( @andromcdax)
Mona’s well manicured hand tightened around the cup of coffee as she stood there for a moment, dark eyes on the older woman she’d grown to admire over these long months. When she gotten into politics, she never imagined finding a politician she actually believed in, and when she got in on Mellie Grant’s campaign, she finally had that. She was able to throw herself into her work at five times the normal effort, as she was inspired by the other woman and what she believed she could do for this country. The poll numbers were looking good and the election was getting closer, which meant going into overdrive as they attempted to send her campaign over the edge into a full win against her competition.
Mona was practically living with Mellie as they traveled the country, considering herself her right hand woman, with the exception of Olivia Pope of course, who was just another incredibly talented person to admire. Being surrounded by these strong ladies was utterly inspirational for the young woman, and she often found herself in awe of them as she listened in on their conversations. She watched Olivia walk off and took it as her chance, stepping toward the presidential candidate with a genuine smile on her face.
“Your coffee, Ms. Grant.”
( @andromcdax )
@andromcdax (muse: aeditha)
It had been some time since Arthur had needed to send any of his knights out to some petty kingdom in order to negotiate alliances - in many cases, those that sat as brothers of the Round Table served as much in a diplomatic capacity as in a martial one - but in the end, it appeared that not all of the dukes and small kings had offered up their allegiances in the twenty-odd years that Arthur had been High King.
As the news went, the change of hands in this particular dukedom had been quiet enough that nobody noticed for a solid decade. However, now that there was a new duke, the alliance needed to be resworn. Mordred was the man for it, for he was as diplomatic as they came in these matters. Somewhat to his surprise, when he arrived, his audience was not with the duke, but with the duchess.
“Madam, I thank you for receiving me. Your hospitality is most gracious.” The words flowed easily from his tongue, as practiced as they were. “I am Sir Mordred, and as you’ve no doubt read in the letter that was sent ahead of me, I come on behalf of His Royal Highness, King Arthur.”
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“am I supposed to know who you are? I am totally blanking at the moment. are you one of my mother’s buddies?”