hope when you take that jump / you don't fear the fall

Her smirk softened, and Meg reached out to rub his thigh, settling around his knee to play with the fabric there. He was seeking advice, a path that didn’t cause too much suffering. Ah, so I’m the one doing the reassuring then, her tone light, playful, but listening.

Her brow arched, surprised he’d ask her to, but immediately agreeing with his reasoning. It will take a very skilled mind mage, but I will ask around. I’d rather not give John Marc the opportunity to plant his own agenda in someone else’s mind. She would not trust that man an inch, especially after demonstrating just how far the kitchen mage had come.

Oh is that how it is, huh? she giggled, skin tingling as he trailed his fingers along. Her head moved in response, following the careful trace of his digits. Maybe in revenge I’ll whisper it during sleep play. I remember. Happiest time of my life, till now. And every day after, because he was alive and they were finally making up for lost time.

Meg set her glass down onto the table, humming into the kiss. The hand at his knee still played and drug her nails lightly while she mulled over his words. I think… I just try to offer the least cruel among the options, and if I’m unsure, or there are questions… She chuckled quietly, Seek wiser counsel. Meg wasn’t sure she counted as wise, but her amusement gave way to the familiar weight of leadership. Ema… might not consent to the memory binding, and while it wouldn’t sit right with me to force her… the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. It wasn’t about Nairn’s secrets, it was what those exposed secrets could do to those under his protection.

@Nairn Neirdre