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@codenamemorgana
Though he had Avalon on his lap, he was zoning out for a moment. Every now and again, the butterflies would come. And he was clearly watching them. His daughter was giggling, and playing with one of her toys. He had a hand on her back, but the butterflies..They were everywhere. It was hard to breath.
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“Just a bit? You know I would scare the pants off him.” It was not common for her to admit that she had any possessiveness over people, but Todd was different. He was hers in a way that meant sense to only the two of them. “If he comes here, he will have a very displeased woman to deal with.” “You, flashy, never!” The sarcasm was loud in clear as she chuckled. Leaning for her glass, she poured it to a high level and handed him the glass. “I’ll drink from the bottle. Think nothing of it, how many times have you harbored me when it was me in trouble.”
“I meant no insult to your capacity to terrorize, dear. And believe me, I look forward to seeing how quickly you can skin a man without laying naught but a gaze on him.” He took his glass from her when she offered it, grateful that she knew him well enough to know he would need a long drink after a day like he’d been having.
“I could also go and fetch you your own glass, given I’ve so rudely imposed on you. Or does an open wine bottle in hand help with the intimidation factor?”
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His light hazel eyes bore into the screen before him. His wheelchair is stationed in the middle of the large room and a blanket covers his lap although it’s much too short and reveals the phantom gap between the floor and the place his limbs had once been.
He’d felt her staring but curt greeting aside hadn’t wanted to acknowledge her morbid curiosity.
Until he feels irritation well in his chest and constrict with each keystroke.
❛ Can I HELP YE? ❜
He bites out the words, finally looking her in the eye with high defenses.
It was RUDE to stare after all.
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"Agent Morgana.... it’s good to see you were unharmed.” he sighs softly.
“Might I interest you in a drink?”
"since you aren't contagious I thought I'd bring you some soup. It's still hot, but it's fresh."
"Alyssa..." he whimpered, rolling over in a bed of used tissues and flinging out a hand, he coughed pathetically, twice for good measure and allowed his eye to slide open. "...I think i'm dying. I want..." he coughed again. "...I want you to remember me...not like this...But as someone who looked vaguely attractive...and was marvellous in bed..." Dramatically, he flung the sheet over his head and ceased all movement."...Thank you."
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“ — You’re alive. ” To anyone else it sounds devoid of emotion, nearly sarcastic, but to one as close to Orlando as Alyssa, the relief is palatable. She steps aside for Alyssa to entire the home, already Calliope is snuffling at her clothes. “ — Bors and Tristan survived, barely, they are on their way. Merlin and Galahad have reported in as well. ” Orlando crosses the room and pours a cocktail sliding it across the kitchen island to Alyssa. “ Are you hurt? ”
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“Alyssa. Get me out of this Cowboy Hell.”
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“You can do what with your shoes?!”
