Those people in the market? Giving out clothing and trinkets?
[He had been pacing by grateful that ...strange illusion had passed. One of them had caught his tattoo and - strangely - commented on it. You look like a man who needs to take control of his life. And she'd presented him with a pair of iron bracelets. They obscured Tiamat - to his joy - but ever since wearing them...
Staring at them, he rolls up his sleeves over them but doesn't take them off because he had been putting them on and seen her...]
You'll never be the last of anything Alex Reagan.
[He had watched her walk away, stunned by her beauty. Of course the cotton was her how could he have been so stupid? How could he have been so...
One day he will be grateful to Howard Strand for instilling in him a sense of iron control because Richard was sure - staring at this woman - that he had to have her here and now because she was beautiful and wholly his and he could protect her in a way he had never protected Coralee. In a way he had never protected Charlie or anyone else.
Taking her hand he kissed her fingers.]
you will never be the last of anything. You look like Persephone. All bright and shining and beautiful...
[I can have this right? If I am good? If I'm good and if I swear that I won't do anything else? It doesn't feel wrong, but it doesn't feel the way he wanted it to when he allowed his mind to dance around seeing her more often. When shame and concern for their positions, for their ages, ran through his mind. He wanted it to be special. He didn't want to take it.
Leaning down and pressing his face to hers he closed his eyes before speaking in a husky voice.]
You're my persephone. You always have been.
[Oh god. He pulled back and it was the most difficult thing he'd ever done.]
no subject
[He had been pacing by grateful that ...strange illusion had passed. One of them had caught his tattoo and - strangely - commented on it. You look like a man who needs to take control of his life. And she'd presented him with a pair of iron bracelets. They obscured Tiamat - to his joy - but ever since wearing them...
Staring at them, he rolls up his sleeves over them but doesn't take them off because he had been putting them on and seen her...]
You'll never be the last of anything Alex Reagan.
[He had watched her walk away, stunned by her beauty. Of course the cotton was her how could he have been so stupid? How could he have been so...
One day he will be grateful to Howard Strand for instilling in him a sense of iron control because Richard was sure - staring at this woman - that he had to have her here and now because she was beautiful and wholly his and he could protect her in a way he had never protected Coralee. In a way he had never protected Charlie or anyone else.
Taking her hand he kissed her fingers.]
you will never be the last of anything. You look like Persephone. All bright and shining and beautiful...
[I can have this right? If I am good? If I'm good and if I swear that I won't do anything else? It doesn't feel wrong, but it doesn't feel the way he wanted it to when he allowed his mind to dance around seeing her more often. When shame and concern for their positions, for their ages, ran through his mind. He wanted it to be special. He didn't want to take it.
Leaning down and pressing his face to hers he closed his eyes before speaking in a husky voice.]
You're my persephone. You always have been.
[Oh god. He pulled back and it was the most difficult thing he'd ever done.]
...Alex there is...something going on.