ext_84474 ([identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] oneman_onevote 2010-01-21 04:42 am (UTC)

Puck suppresses a growl.

But Havelock, if he cares to look, can probably see his knuckles whiten as his fingers dig into the arm of the chair, and the back.

"What did you speak of?"

His voice is quite calm-- as you speak to somebody whom you don't wish to startle. The fact of it is that Puck is rather miserable just now, without all the pieces.

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