my heart's on fire—anditsdefinitelynotbecauseofyou

Nairn listened as she described Ruth's idea of fun, and sighed at the behavior she was stating. I'll talk to him, after he gets a few hits in. Because there was no doubt in his mind, that the other elf would hit him. He was still surprised his lady love hadn't.

The house was, in his mind, magnificant. It was homey, and once upon a time, this house had been his dream gift to her. She grinned and he couldn't help but preen. Yeah, the Frior's moved out, and wanted it to stay in the family. Not quite family but close enough that they'd enjoyed Nairn enough to leave the home to him.

He watched her, as she inspected the quarters. And she stopped, turned her focus onto him, and he shrugged. Wasn't much twistin'. Mimi left and she left a note, too. Said if we survived, she'd like to see us have it. Which meant, when John-Marc had sent her away, she'd had a home.

He moved towards her, reaching to tug a bit of hair, He didn't wanna gimme it. You were gone, he'd made sure of that. The words are sour in his mouth, and he scowled. But he's old, Meg. He's weak in ways he doesn't let anyone see. He paused, biting his lip.

And then he flashed her a grin. How do you think I got so high-up in the C, love? That old fuck needs someone people like. 'cause it was almost mutiny by the time I came back. After all, you can't run an organization without people. And you can't recruit to an org if nobody likes you. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and murmured, John-Marc's days are numbered, and he knows it. He's still here purely because he's more use to the Coterie alive.