dr. romani archaman (
finalring) wrote in
thefoundation2020-05-02 07:08 pm
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the truth is, everyone wishes to be saved.

The execution has come and passed with the death of two more Agents. However time moves on without cease and so must the living. There are no celebrations, only the silence that grows heavier and heavier with every day and the feeling that something is pleased with what it has done.
There are two more days before the new week arrives: what will you do?

no subject
quickly but quietly to the Laundry Room.]
no subject
...you won.
door closed means [private] now
That seems to be the case. Shall I collect my prize?
[private]
[Her eyes are just a tiny bit too wide to be sincerely surprised.]
[private]
[he offers a hand to her.]
But I don't really need a prize as long as I have you here.
[private]
[She slides her hand into his, and steps closer.]
[private]
Probably easily. I was just hoping you wouldn't. How embarrassing would that be?
[fingers? lacing.]
[private]
I think you might, um... might be overestimating me. A little bit.
[private]
[and this kiss is to head off any protests against that and also lingering with some heat to it.]
[private]
[He certainly hasn't overestimated her penchant for self-effacing protests, because he muffles one on the first syllable. The ensuing kiss snuffs out the rest of it and soundly distracts her, as her hands slip up to settle on his chest and she kisses him back.]