If I am suspicious, it's because that's kept me alive so far. A woman of her caliber, repeatedly surprising me in my private quarters? What else am I supposed to think, White Rook? Not there for the pleasure of my company, oh, no ( Read more... )

In for a penny, in for a pound, right? Emma did entrust Sabitha Melcross to my tender loving care, however tacitly ( Read more... )

Oh, I love presents: picking them out, buying them, giving them, and then reaping the responses to them.

( For Tyanna )

Too tired to think things through, after this long damn day, but my gut's judgment . . . I might have done it right. Might have. Who can tell, with her?

Not Worthington, apparently. Ha. But how long would a rift between them last? Not long enough for anyone to take advantage, I'm sure: the boy's too damn noble. And in love with her, by all ( Read more... )

Boredom is a fickle mistress, much more than she is. (Coddling me. For Christ's sweet sake, when did it turn into that? Why did I not notice, or care? Making me weak ( Read more... )

I did it. I did a little more than expected, but I did it.

Dr. Jean Grey, my new personal physician.

Well. It was - difficult, playing the layers of truth and dissembling, in my words, my face, my eyes, my body language, my mind. Oh, God, my mind: I'm sure she saw right through that . . . but I must count on the distance and discretion imposed by ( Read more... )

[OOC: continued from Part 3 because of log's size.]

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