You prefer it this way, means you avoid bucket duty,she teased him back, gaze appreciating how he stood leaning against the frame. One glass would be enough to mellow out the tension from earlier, but keep her wits still sharp.
He spoke of Ema and Megara’s gaze shifted out towards the fireflies still dancing around the garden. Nodding, she took a sip of the wine while he took the space next to her on the step.
You are trying to reassure me, but you don’t have to. Have you thought about perhaps blocking out some of her memories?It was possible, though, outside Megara’s skills. She had heard of the practice of selecting specific memories or information and sealing them off. If the subject tried to recover them, they’d just be left with the fuzzy outline and disjointed, warped fragments.
She abandoned the train of thought when his fingers began teasing, curling around her hair. His musing returned to something more important than the actions of a foolish drunken subordinate and she was all too willing to forget about the view discovered in his office. Megara smirked slightly, head angled to give him more of the lock,
Your favourite colour, yeah? Do I get to know what it says before you ink it, or is that surprise for another day?
@Nairn Neirdre
11-19-2024, 03:45 PM
