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L Μ W ([info]hark) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2013-01-22 00:06:00


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Entry tags:larkin whitby, nicodemo penrose

Nico!
Good Merlin Nico was going to throttle her in her sleep for this one.

Larkin bit the inside of her cheek, hand hovering over the handle attached to the door that lead to her best friend's (newly upgraded!) quarters. In Jordan. Where they now were currently living. For an undisclosed amount of time? Held questionably under the vague term of 'guests.' Well, except for her. This was technically her home. A palace. At least a nice palace, but still a... palace. That, was also, so obviously not magical it would be startling if she had not somewhat become accustomed to it the first time around. First time around.

Larkin closed her eyes sharply, finding her own thoughts unappealing. That shouldn't be how she described... it was very complicated, her time last spent here, so it really... wouldn't be right to... the boom of a distant door swinging open down the hall snapped Larkin out of her thoughts, and she shook her head fiercely.

Right, this was--- all just lovely! She pressed her lips briefly, eyes rolling up to the ornate ceiling as she adjusted her clothes. It felt very strange to be wearing something that A, was not trousers and boots and in fact a dress, and B, articles of clothing that were completely void of magical culture.

Yes, just another thing to add onto the list for Nico and Ethan to be stark raving mad at her about. Larkin had decided, in the couple of hours that she had been given 'off' (off from what, exactly, she wasn't sure, because it felt like she wasn't doing much of anything for the past day), she had thought it wise to finally sit down and clarify what was... going on. One at a time. In private. She hoped, at least, that the residential upgrade provided for Nico through her brash decision of naming him her 'royal advisor' would help soften the blow of his undoubtable anger and disbelief toward her. It couldn't hurt, right?

Biting her tongue, Larkin finally pulled down and slipped through the door. Hiking up her dress to walk properly, she didn't have to go very far until she came upon her partner in crime.

"Hi," she let out sheepishly, her voice dropping to a low tone. Well wasn't this awkward?


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[info]hark
2013-01-27 08:30 pm UTC (link)
She let out a faint noise when he pulled her close, and Larkin quickly let her arms fall to wrap around Nico for a tight embrace. They did not usually partake in expressing such deeply-rooted emotions concerning each other so openly, as she supposed they had become inconsiderate to the inanimate dangers associated with their occupations. But people? They barely dealt with people butting in and threatening their livelihoods, and for that, she understood her, and Nico's, current infrequent show of concern and affection.

"I'm sorry." Larkin frowned, and rested her chin on his shoulder as she spoke. "It won't happen again," she said in a low tone, adjusting her head to eventually rest a good part of her face on his shoulder. "Promise, no more life-altering secrets."

Thank all that was good and right for that. Larkin pulled back slightly to look at Nico again contently, but, her budding smile was interrupted by a loud knock and a creaking heavy door.

Oh. Oh no. When he had said he wanted to properly meet Nico before dinner tonight, she hadn't thought that meant---

"Nico, my friend!" Zayn bin Al-Hussein, the crown prince of Jordan and therefore Larkin's formerly estranged husband, called from the door. He walked with his hands open in a friendly manner, and wasted no time in hugging the other man upon reaching the pair.

Larkin slipped back with wide eyes, and tried her best at subduing her alarmed smile. But, what more could she do than watch and pray that Nico would not feel forced to respond too rashly? She kept her hands firmly behind her, thinking any intrusion on her part during this exchange would be unwise.

"I am so glad to finally have you here!" Zayn smiled, and clapped Nico on the back before releasing him. He beamed. "I feel as if I know you already, from all that Larkin has told me. I am Zayn."

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