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          @vatesvati & @scmcra

LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE

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@vatesvati Inara and Michel read fanfiction about each other do with that what you will

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@vatesvati || Greeter

He played the set of notes again, making a bit of a face. Deft fingers danced over the keys again in a different arrangement, but he still made a face. A shadow passed over him that could only come from someone standing at the doorway. Quinn looked up and smiled at the figure. “Ah, Morgiana. Perfect timing. Which arrangement sounds better here?” he asked. Quinn played a few bars with the first arrangement of notes, then played the same few bars but with a different ending. “What do you think?” 

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❝ you’re not leaving me here alone .❞

     “Oh, Cullen,” the laughter bubbled out of her throat like the bubbles in her glass, light and happy as they rose to the surface. “I’m not leaving you here alone,” she said as she clasped him on the shoulder, leaning her body against his as they stood on the bar, more out of necessity than choice as she cast a glance back over her shoulder to where a very lovely-looking little bard sat patiently waiting on their return. “Morgiana is right over there.”

     The look Cullen gave Inara said what his mouth didn’t want to -- that’s the point. But the look, coupled with the blush that spread across the commander’s cheeks and gave his affections helplessly away, only made her laugh more. 

     “Relax. Just take her drink, go over there, and act all awkward and slightly off-putting, and give the girl a kiss. She’s been waiting on it all night.”

     “Why would I want to act--?”

     “Because that is what is going to happen anyway,” Inara told him unhelpfully, patting him on the back as she delivered the sad news. “If you plan it that way, you’ll at least feel on purpose.”

     Cullen only blushed more. 

     “Go get ‘er, tiger,” Inara urged, giving the poor man a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the head for luck. “I believe in you.” She didn’t, really -- but miracles happened every day. 

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"Is that your opinion of me?"

                 He is careful with his expression as his thoughts fumble over one another in a weak attempt to collect them before he parts his lips to speak. Truths of the heart never came easily to the Commander, this is something that has been unchanged since his childhood. Wide eyes and mouth gaped open, he stares without uttering a single word and as he becomes more aware of his foolish appearance, a reddish hue spreads quickly across his face as his hand finds its normal resting place on the back of heated neck.  

                 ❛ Well . . . Uh. . . The phrase was not meant to offend LadyAzarola.❜ It’s an unnecessary formality that he is hoping hides his nervousness. ❛ It was a compliment, although it is becoming very clear that I am not putting it as eloquently as I had originally hoped. Please, ❜ He tilts his head down ever slightly a slight grin pulls at the corner of his lips. ❛ Disregard my previous statements and allow me to start over? ❜ 

                 A heavy breath is brought into his shaken lungs as the red hues only brighten as time lulls by far slower than he had anticipated. But that was to be expected when he was in her presence; a fluttering heartbeat, sweaty palms and the inability to speak. ❛ I only wished to say that you carry yourself well amongst the Orlesian court. I cannot say that I fair the same here, but watching you has made it more bearable and I wanted you to know that.❜