for james

[hunts_treasure]

I am... irked. There is a man on the island who is troublesome to me in three ways: he resembles two men who have been of some importance to me, and he may play some peripheral role in the fate of my parents

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[blondbond]

James Bond was of the opinion that even the arrival on Lyra's father on the island would have been less problematic than Lucifer's. He did not appreciate looking exactly like either man, of course, but at least he was fairly certain Lord Asriel would have been less irritating. Or cocky. Or constantly underfoot.

He hadn't thought to tell Lara he was coming up to the treehouse, but when he saw her stalking across the floor, he supposed he ought to have waited. Still, by now she knew he was there so he didn't see any sense in climbing back down the ladder again. Instead, he leaned against the wall of her room, watching her tie up her hair and hoping that none of her restlessness was his doing or Satan's.

"Hello."

[hunts_treasure]

I look at him sharply, then sigh shortly and begin to pace again.

"Hello, James." I absently pick up one of the idols I brought with me and turn it round my finger absently in swift circles.

[blondbond]

He watched this for a moment or two before moving further into the room in order to sit down on the end of her bed. If she wanted to talk about the Devil situation, she would.

[hunts_treasure]

I take a two more rounds across the lower level of the tree house.

"Have you met him?" I ask, because if he doesn't know who I mean, he'll ask, and if he does, he'll answer.