She didn’t care eyes would be on her. Nairn’s habit of keeping people at a distance was bound to attract looks and attention when he led someone by hand through the smugglers' tunnels. Meg’s eyes trained between their hands and his back, noting how long his hair had become and wondering when he’d last trusted someone to cut it.
Once navigating the warren of turns and hatches, he’d lead them to his office. Meg silently took it all in as they paused, sitting on the floor next to him once through. The papers, files, all the work and planning that went into the Coterie’s operations lay strewn about in typical Nairn order. Chaotic to all but himself.
She’d follow as he rose to his feet, watching him fix the couch as her mind reeled. Why hadn’t he been back? More questions, and perhaps later, more answers would come, but Meg tried to remain calm, focused despite being assaulted left and right by new details revealing clues about their years apart.
As he started fixing back on his shirt, Meg needed little encouragement to join him on the couch, hands immediately helping him, ensuring he hadn’t missed or buttoned one wrongly. [color=#008e02]“You always miss one,”[/color] lips curling at one corner as she did indeed find a mis-matched button, smoothing it out. Maybe he did it deliberately, knowing she would always notice, or it was just a happenstance of him trying to be quick? In either case, she didn’t mind. It gave her the excuse to be close to him, to touch him, even when it was completely innocently.
As fingers played with the last button, Meg shook her head with his question. [color=#008e02]“Maybe later… I…”[/color] she watched him nibble down on his lower lip, chuckling through her nose as his face warmed up with the suggestion. Her hand would reach for his cheek, running her thumb genly along the jawline. Meg's head tilted, eyes narrowing slightly. [color=#008e02]“Only, if you let me fix your hair. Do you have scissors?”[/color] She did, but those were medical ones, voice continued to tease as she cast a look around. [color=#008e02]“I’m not walking around with you and your raggedy ends.” [/color]
Once navigating the warren of turns and hatches, he’d lead them to his office. Meg silently took it all in as they paused, sitting on the floor next to him once through. The papers, files, all the work and planning that went into the Coterie’s operations lay strewn about in typical Nairn order. Chaotic to all but himself.
She’d follow as he rose to his feet, watching him fix the couch as her mind reeled. Why hadn’t he been back? More questions, and perhaps later, more answers would come, but Meg tried to remain calm, focused despite being assaulted left and right by new details revealing clues about their years apart.
As he started fixing back on his shirt, Meg needed little encouragement to join him on the couch, hands immediately helping him, ensuring he hadn’t missed or buttoned one wrongly. [color=#008e02]“You always miss one,”[/color] lips curling at one corner as she did indeed find a mis-matched button, smoothing it out. Maybe he did it deliberately, knowing she would always notice, or it was just a happenstance of him trying to be quick? In either case, she didn’t mind. It gave her the excuse to be close to him, to touch him, even when it was completely innocently.
As fingers played with the last button, Meg shook her head with his question. [color=#008e02]“Maybe later… I…”[/color] she watched him nibble down on his lower lip, chuckling through her nose as his face warmed up with the suggestion. Her hand would reach for his cheek, running her thumb genly along the jawline. Meg's head tilted, eyes narrowing slightly. [color=#008e02]“Only, if you let me fix your hair. Do you have scissors?”[/color] She did, but those were medical ones, voice continued to tease as she cast a look around. [color=#008e02]“I’m not walking around with you and your raggedy ends.” [/color]
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