Megara couldn’t help but chuckle, nodding that Ruth would likely land a few hits. [color=#008e02]“If he lands too many though he’ll find my foot firmly up his arse for a good hiding.” [/color]Still, hearing Nairn say he’d try and persuade Ruth did give her nerves some reprieve.
It was a cosy place, bigger than anything either of them had likely ever had before, and as he spoke, Meg found her unasked question being answered. Reading between his words, her head tilted curiously as her gaze roamed. [color=#008e02]“Us? This is ours?”[/color] Mimi had always been a generous soul, she had a soft spot for the runners and lookouts, sneaking them a sweet bun to see them through their jobs.
Tension rolled across her shoulders when Nairn all but confirmed John-Marc’s attempt to obtain the place. Nairn’s sour tone was mirrored by Meg’s falling expression, while a slight smile flashed as he attempted to distract her with a tug of her hair. [color=#008e02]“He never liked me. Too happy for his liking,”[/color] voice falling to an almost bitter whisper. The Coterie had been her family, or so she thought, and with one note she’d been forced out, when in reality a home had been waiting for her.
[color=#008e02]“Selfish, greedy bastard,”[/color] she’d huff, but concern gnawed at its heels, anxiety coiled in her belly. [color=#008e02]“...Are they grooming you to take over?”[/color] Was that the reason he hadn’t left the shadows?
Naturally, her eyes fluttered closed with the kiss to her head, senses left in overdrive with his proximity, how his scent filled her nose and the dance of his breath over her skin. Hands pushed away from the counter, gliding around his waist to bring herself close. [color=#008e02]“I couldn’t give two shits about John-Marc, Nairn. I love you, Vhenan, but this life… you're worth more than this, just stuck here, being a Coterie thug.”[/color] It wasn’t her life now either. Time had continued on, unfolding, much like Megara’s own growing reputation. A respected healer who treated anyone she came across with the utmost dignity, regardless of status, creed or condition.
It was a cosy place, bigger than anything either of them had likely ever had before, and as he spoke, Meg found her unasked question being answered. Reading between his words, her head tilted curiously as her gaze roamed. [color=#008e02]“Us? This is ours?”[/color] Mimi had always been a generous soul, she had a soft spot for the runners and lookouts, sneaking them a sweet bun to see them through their jobs.
Tension rolled across her shoulders when Nairn all but confirmed John-Marc’s attempt to obtain the place. Nairn’s sour tone was mirrored by Meg’s falling expression, while a slight smile flashed as he attempted to distract her with a tug of her hair. [color=#008e02]“He never liked me. Too happy for his liking,”[/color] voice falling to an almost bitter whisper. The Coterie had been her family, or so she thought, and with one note she’d been forced out, when in reality a home had been waiting for her.
[color=#008e02]“Selfish, greedy bastard,”[/color] she’d huff, but concern gnawed at its heels, anxiety coiled in her belly. [color=#008e02]“...Are they grooming you to take over?”[/color] Was that the reason he hadn’t left the shadows?
Naturally, her eyes fluttered closed with the kiss to her head, senses left in overdrive with his proximity, how his scent filled her nose and the dance of his breath over her skin. Hands pushed away from the counter, gliding around his waist to bring herself close. [color=#008e02]“I couldn’t give two shits about John-Marc, Nairn. I love you, Vhenan, but this life… you're worth more than this, just stuck here, being a Coterie thug.”[/color] It wasn’t her life now either. Time had continued on, unfolding, much like Megara’s own growing reputation. A respected healer who treated anyone she came across with the utmost dignity, regardless of status, creed or condition.
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