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

Megara hummed, leaning into the kiss on her cheek. I don’t think we want to linger on what I’d count as real revenge… Her brow arched, she didn’t need to elaborate the destructiveness a mage could wield. He’d blown up the house on his own afterall. Leaning forward, she’d peck his lips, Only the fun loving kind.

She knew it was the way of things, even if owning a person never sat right, there were few choices when it came to the greater safety of the C. Removing her memories was a kindness, her life preserved for a better future. Nodding, Meg tried to let it go, remaining where she was until he called for her.

Chuckling, she made the slow return inside, picking up her wine to sip a few times as she padded her way indoors. An arm snaked it’s way around his back to the side, hooking a thumb in the belt loop of his breeches. Meg leaned in, wine glass clutched close as she read it over. It had been years, and though rusty, she managed to work out the meaning eventually. Fingers drummed against his side as she recalled the various sequences, tapping out the code once finding the right cypher.

Well… I think I’ll be wearing my hair up more often… Then glancing around, she tilted her head at him. Where do you want me?

@Nairn Neirdre