Title: Settlement Setting: Modern AU Date: 25th of June, 2012 Summary: They have both been forced to deal. At costs only partly within their power. ___
It has, for lack of a better or more creative description, been a bad day. Thoroughly so. The paper spider on the bedside table represents the top of a variable pyramid of disasters - from the incompetent, idiot intern to the conversation with Marcel and the subsequent death of Jean Louis’ iPhone. Such delicate technology can’t withstand getting hurled against the nearest wall, which is, at least, entirely unsurprising. One failure that he could have predicted if his loss of temper hadn’t overridden any sense of logic or rationality. The conversation with Marcel had been short indeed. Too busy fixing all the other shit, JL - I’ll get to it. Right. Get to it; while that man is taunting him completely unhindered because Marcel is oh-so-busy, no doubt sleeping around with various subspecies of humanity and animals alike. Getting nothing done. Nothing of importance
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It is, becomes, immediately obvious that someone must have reminded him of the limits to his influence within the hospital setting. The situation in its entirety. In her absence. With great insistence. Surely it isn’t a new realisation, but they have both accustomed themselves to a certain degree of control, haven’t they? - in relation to his ward, modified into compliance. If not outside of it. An ideal, of course; holding opportunities of its own, always. She spares him the briefest of glances before entering her office. Leaving the door open behind her. Tired on both their behalves. His reactions are no less justified than her own - and truthfully, hers are primarily dependent on his. Responsive, as she’s been since they met. Towards him
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It takes her too long. Her movements themselves, her short but rather telling de-route between his ward and her small office. There’s something about her, he notes, that seems entirely too hesitant. Mireille is a careful woman, certainly, in every respect. Carefully attentive, carefully intelligent - carefully attractive, too, even (or perhaps especially) with her clothes sticking to her in damp disarray. This, however, feels different. And his mind, occupied as it has been the past day with human incompetence, immediately rushes through several, unpleasant scenarios. She’s been by the university today, of course, to settle her arrangements for the next… couple of weeks. Or so. He looks at her, eyebrows raised, face dark. If they’re planning on making this difficult for her, he’ll have that ugly old pile of bricks blown to smithereens
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He never fails to be direct, does he? A feature that he employs in his management style, in his rhetoric and his image in equal measures. Consistently. His favouritism for sunglasses isn’t a mask so much as a barrier to be removed, for the sake of emphasis. Of what is otherwise obvious. In the same manner, his wary movements aren’t intended to fool her, to go unnoticed and thus, they don’t. The hallways bordering on their autonomy come to life along with a large group of nurses and the attending doctor, passing by the doorway in careful measurement. It’s an observation of audio, rather than visuals - since her attention is on Jean Louis, mainly. Solely. If twofold
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