Her smile turned knowing, an idea presenting itself with a dual purpose. [color=#008e02]“I may have learned a thing or two. I can show you later.”[/color] With Sylaise’s companionship came her knowledge, or at least what knowledge this piece of the Evanaris remembered. Megara had become an attentive student when it came to her healing arts. [color=#008e02]“Still… Can I have all the plans? … Might want to warn your engineers, I may ask a lotta questions.”[/color] She and Sylaise may turn up empty, but there was still the hope of finding June. Hope, she wouldn’t let go again.
It still didn’t excuse him and while she was incandescently happy to be in his arms, laughing with him. Kissing him. Meg felt caught in a tug of war between the highs and the comfortable lows that had become her everyday. [color=#008e02]“Mmmhmmm. That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. I’m still mad, even if.. Still can’t believe it… Maybe I’ll hit you again in the morning.”[/color] She’d grin, nuzzling into his neck until he’d announce the call for dinner.
If she expected anything, it was his hesitation to be open, vulnerable in company. Meg smiled gently, caressing his cheek with her thumb and nodding. Slowly she rose, and made it seem to be arduous given her reluctance to part from him a moment longer than they’d been these past ten years.
After helping him up, she’d follow him through to the mess, a half-step behind. As they passed through the final doorway, Meg would shift her grip to interlock her fingers with his, a reassuring three squeezes before she met the company.
It still didn’t excuse him and while she was incandescently happy to be in his arms, laughing with him. Kissing him. Meg felt caught in a tug of war between the highs and the comfortable lows that had become her everyday. [color=#008e02]“Mmmhmmm. That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. I’m still mad, even if.. Still can’t believe it… Maybe I’ll hit you again in the morning.”[/color] She’d grin, nuzzling into his neck until he’d announce the call for dinner.
If she expected anything, it was his hesitation to be open, vulnerable in company. Meg smiled gently, caressing his cheek with her thumb and nodding. Slowly she rose, and made it seem to be arduous given her reluctance to part from him a moment longer than they’d been these past ten years.
After helping him up, she’d follow him through to the mess, a half-step behind. As they passed through the final doorway, Meg would shift her grip to interlock her fingers with his, a reassuring three squeezes before she met the company.
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