Ruth huffed, his arms folding over to match Nairn’s glare with a roll of his lone eye. In his defence this was nothing too nefarious, especially for him and with him keeping a, well, his one good eye on her. Megara, though, lazily snaked an arm around Nairn’s waist, merry and both equally concerned and grateful that he was there.
Nairn was not amused by her increased tolerance though. Lips pouted at first when he rolled his eyes. Reaching up, Meg would boop his nose with a finger, [color=#008e02]“I’m okaaaay.” [/color]
Seeing that he was spared a black eye, Ruth shrugged hands unfolding to find the pockets of his breeches. “Yeah well, part of the whole plan for my world domination,” he’d jest. “Now that you’re back. I’m free to chase whatever tail I fancy.”
Megara ignored Ruth, focusing solely on the man holding her, kissing her brow in congratulations. It suddenly made everything very real. If Nairn said so, it was certain. The pride in his face that she’d managed to achieve something she hadn’t even entered willingly. The responsibility, a heavy one, the lives, wellbeing and livelihoods of many now depended on her and who she chose to lead the City into its future. Her head was spinning now, worse than when she had been flapping to the music.
Her face suddenly shifted from flushed and rosy to a ghostly pale, [color=#008e02]“On second thoughts, I’m not okay. I think.. I think I’m gonna be sick.” [/color]
[color=#aaaaaa]Do not be sick. You cannot be sick. You are First Lady now. [/color]
[color=#008e02]Not. Helping. And that’s not what it’s called. [/color]
Turning in his hold, Meg let her head rest against his chest, focusing on the rhythmic ticking and clockwork mechanism.
Nairn was not amused by her increased tolerance though. Lips pouted at first when he rolled his eyes. Reaching up, Meg would boop his nose with a finger, [color=#008e02]“I’m okaaaay.” [/color]
Seeing that he was spared a black eye, Ruth shrugged hands unfolding to find the pockets of his breeches. “Yeah well, part of the whole plan for my world domination,” he’d jest. “Now that you’re back. I’m free to chase whatever tail I fancy.”
Megara ignored Ruth, focusing solely on the man holding her, kissing her brow in congratulations. It suddenly made everything very real. If Nairn said so, it was certain. The pride in his face that she’d managed to achieve something she hadn’t even entered willingly. The responsibility, a heavy one, the lives, wellbeing and livelihoods of many now depended on her and who she chose to lead the City into its future. Her head was spinning now, worse than when she had been flapping to the music.
Her face suddenly shifted from flushed and rosy to a ghostly pale, [color=#008e02]“On second thoughts, I’m not okay. I think.. I think I’m gonna be sick.” [/color]
[color=#aaaaaa]Do not be sick. You cannot be sick. You are First Lady now. [/color]
[color=#008e02]Not. Helping. And that’s not what it’s called. [/color]
Turning in his hold, Meg let her head rest against his chest, focusing on the rhythmic ticking and clockwork mechanism.
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