[OOC: After this conversation with Flagg.]
Havelock opens the door, and walks in slowly. The medallion is hidden safely away in a pocket, but he brushes a light hand over it to make sure it is still there nonetheless.
He sits quietly down on the bed, to think for a while.
Havelock opens the door, and walks in slowly. The medallion is hidden safely away in a pocket, but he brushes a light hand over it to make sure it is still there nonetheless.
He sits quietly down on the bed, to think for a while.
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Date: 2005-09-22 10:03 pm (UTC)From:"For ..."
It is so rare that Robin Goodfellow should be at a loss for words.
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Date: 2005-09-22 10:13 pm (UTC)From:Then gently places his fingertips over the fae's mouth, the very faintest, oddly sober smile playing around his own.
"It doesn't matter. You are welcome."
[OOC: ...Dude. We can indeed.]
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Date: 2005-09-22 10:34 pm (UTC)From:Then he takes Havelock's hand in his own and gives it a light squeeze.
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Date: 2005-09-22 10:37 pm (UTC)From:He returns the gentle pressure, soft slight smile remaining.
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Date: 2005-09-22 10:56 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-09-22 11:02 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-09-22 11:17 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-09-22 11:25 pm (UTC)From:But he can hold him close.