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gramarye1971 ([personal profile] gramarye1971) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-05-18 12:18 am

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Merriman is seated at a table near to the bar, studying a slim volume of the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius.

Minding his own business, really. Just to be on the safe side.

[identity profile] witchy-rebel.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
"You know, there are interesting allegations written about you in the ladies' room."

Morgan informs him with a bright smile. Mordred, on the other hand, just turns his head and blinks in Merriman's general direction - probably by coincidence.

[identity profile] witchy-rebel.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
She shifts the baby in her arms to resettle him, and just grins at her teacher.

"I wouldn't tell you, anyway. Some things are not be shared."

[identity profile] witchy-rebel.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Mordred gnaws on his fist and blinks. His own eyes are still a fuzzy dark, but he has a headful of soft, silky black hair.

"Aye, we are. Actually."

[identity profile] witchy-rebel.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Softly,

"A Mordred. My Mordred. Not the bitter boy here. No, no, not my baby. I'll make it different."

[identity profile] witchy-rebel.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
She glances at him through her cloud of silky black hair.

"Nothing wrong with that."

[identity profile] witchy-rebel.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, it didn't imply that you were hopeless."

[identity profile] witchy-rebel.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
And Morgan gets the icon twice! She is very proud.

Morgan just smiles, and bends her head to kiss Mordred's hair.

"Do you want something for the headache?"

[identity profile] witchy-rebel.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
"More. I don't like him." Which means she sets out to be difficult, instead of just being herself.

[identity profile] witchy-rebel.livejournal.com 2006-05-20 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Flatly,

"Quite."

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
How does she do it? Really? Because, guess what? Yep!

Fox in his lap.

Fox lips on his lips.

Fox tongue...you get the idea.

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Good evening, dear heart."

She chirps, settling down with her arms wrapped around his neck and her head tucked under his chin,

"How are you doing? Its been too long."

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes."

She does not nibble at his adam's apple.

"He is getting used to the talking, and I mentioned that I shift shapes, but he hasn't seen me like this yet."

The Stoics will not save you forever, Lyon!

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
She chuckles, softly, and kisses the adam's apple,

"Oh, yes. You are all so strange, you bipeds. So many hangups, and yet at the same time so understanding once you get past them."

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Am I a ripple in your lake, dear heart?"

She asks with her eyes wide and innocent.

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Her grin could nearly split her face apart as she looks him right in the eyes and says,

"Liar. Love you anyway."

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-05-18 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
She would love to hang that expression on the walls of her memory.

Better yet, to snap a picture and hang it on the walls of her house, but she doesn't think he'd go for that. So her smile widens just a bit larger,

"Oh, I wasn't talking about the description, dear heart."

Just the bit about it being a compliment.

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-05-19 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
So she beams at him, and kisses his nose.

She really does like the nose. Its long. And pointy.