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My mutual just showed me the PERFECT Namor. I can't believe this man exists. His name is David Lee McInnis.
He is Korean/German-Scottish! He has the eyebrows,and a widow's peak, he is biracial, and has THE SAME EXPRESSIONS as Namor!
the bad guy
Lieutenant Commander Kyle Moore and no one else.
You hear me? No one else
"They say that it was my father... who tried to kill me. I lost my memories and was abandoned out. Pavel took me in, much like an abandoned dog."
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(see @ladydisdainblog, i told you i’d use them all)
well, this is it, folks, the last chapter, the epilogue. turns out i couldn't resist bringing in this one character in the flesh for the coda rather than enjoying his virtual presence. i only wish i'd thought about making gifs or a collage with him when i had time, because at the moment it's something i definitely don't have.
Kyle Moore sat on the open terrace of Café Landtmann, stretching out his long legs in front of him, letting a soft April breeze stroke his naked calves and blinking contentedly.
"Isn't it a bit early for shorts?" he heard a familiar voice behind him and half-turned in his chair, throwing his head back.
"Like you don't appreciate the view!" he quipped, with a grin, jumping to his feet and throwing his arms out. "Come here, old boy, and show me how much you missed me!"
"What, right here?" his old friend smiled as Kyle's arms coiled tightly around him.
Kyle huffed and patted the man's back.
"Your words, not mine, darling," he murmured suggestively.
but! but. i might revist Budapest and tell you what happened there. probably before Marvel does anyway. i mean, as soon as i have figured out what did happen there. and if i figure out how to write porn smut.
This was a emotional scene but I wanted to use Kyle's good old scenes that I really missed when he was all carefree & mischievous !