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07-10-2013, 01:33 PM
 All your vivid dreams and nightmares will now fall down from the sky when it hits you, the painless jump and fall.
[ Imi's computer committed seppuku, so this thread might move a bit slowly. ^^ ] Well, at least they weren't shoving him to the side and massacring Argos upfront. That was something to be grateful for, as Mauja was fairly certain both d'Artgnan and Ulrik (and, if he was going to be completely honest, himself too) were capable of doing it, and on short notice as well. Three wolves, a total of three and a half horns – what could possibly go wrong, when you tossed that into the same room as living, breathing body? Their restraint was remarkable, and the smile that curved his lips was perhaps pleasant to look at, unless you knew how to recognize the darkness brooding behind the bright blue irises. Mauja spoke with subtle signs, things that perhaps only seemed focused depth to strangers, but betrayed so much more to those who knew him. Oh, yes, in some way, the guilt was turning to anticipation. When was the last time he'd looked forward to something? Though, he still did not have a plan... Her voice was barely more than a whisper, a nervous tingle in his ears; d'Artagnan's rough voice and mocking bow had him smothering a snort. Really a pleasure, huh? Perhaps not so convincing, but at least the Doctor was trying! But then Ulrik growled something, and d'Artgnan was staring at their prey, and.. was that a tingle of magic? Mauja's eyes grew sharp and focused, staring as Argos' body started to betray the small signs of drowsiness... What is he doing? Watching a horse fall asleep wasn't all that exciting, so the Lord's frosty gaze settled upon the Doctor, as he asked how calm – so, it was his doing? Was it what the raised 'brow had meant? "Interesting find, Lord Mauja. What is your plans?" "To be completely honest, I hadn't thought that far," he admitted in a musing voice, reaching out to briefly rest his chin against the red curve of d'Artagnan's back. He was warm under Mauja's snowy jaw. "Perhaps I should give her to the pair of you.. you know, for science and all that." Again, the dark glint shimmered in his eyes, lips curving into a wicked smile. Mauja Frosthjärta |
