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Post by Nerys Rooney Oswald on May 15, 2019 18:38:22 GMT
` i've never taken second in my life:
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♚ It was three in the afternoon - a full 24 hours had passed since Nerys dropped a bomb onto the world as everyone knew it. The announcement left Nerys incredibly smug, and in dire need of a good victory drink. Though she wouldn't admit to it, the fierce woman was very actively avoiding the Gorgon's Head and every single hang out spot that Declan Kahale could be lurking. That knocked out a fair chunk of downtown New Orleans, but Declan was never one to gravitate towards the upscale crowd. While he was a man of wealth himself, he certainly never acted like it. This gave Nerys a few options, one being a lovely upscale bar and cafe with a balcony terrace that overlooked the French Quarter. It was small, out of the way, and nice enough that she wouldn't have to see her scraggly ex-best friend in a dark and sticky corner.
Claiming a table for herself on the far corner of the terrace, Nerys ordered an Aperol spritz before taking in the rest of the crowd. For a mid-afternoon drink, the upscale bar seemed pretty crowded. Perhaps it was the fact that school was finally winding down. Maybe it was finally the first day in weeks that the city hadn't been drowned in a torrential downpour. Whatever it was, Nerys was pleasantly surprised she managed to snag a corner of this establishment all to herself.
Soon she would never be left to herself again. With an announcement like the one she made yesterday, it's a wonder reporters weren't up her ass sideways at this very second. Good thing her escape tactics were way above par. If she really wanted, no one would ever touch her again.
But, let's be real, Nerys loved being touched.
The waiter came back with Nerys' drink. She sipped on the dry, bubbly alcohol as her mind wandered back towards this campaign she now had to run. Who would run her PR? Who was she still on good terms with? Who could handle the spotlight? Who was gonna crawl into bed with her that ni - wait, no, back on track. Normally all of the above were things she could discuss with Declan. She really needed new confidants. Or none whatsoever. She could handle this on her own. Nerys was always better on her own.
Her internal monologue was interrupted by a shadow being cast over her face. Someone had broken the direct contact of sun to Nerys.
"Excuse me, but you're in the way." She said plainly. The nerve some people have.
Will had been in his office when Rochester stormed in and turned on the television. She had focused on him the entire duration of the announcement re-run and left as silently as she came. Had that been anyone else, he would have been concerned, but it was Rochester and his attention had been wholly captured by the announcement: Nerys, in a lovely black suit, announcing not only the presence of mutants in the world but also her candidacy for mayor. The latter registered before the former, and he had sat, dumbfounded, for the second time in his life. Monroeville, Monday…doing whatever with his sister, and now this. It had been a wild fucking few weeks, and now the entire community they were supposed to be extremely secretive about was out there – for anyone to know about. It was inevitable; he had always felt that. But he always figured that he’d have more time to prepare.
Then there was the fact that it was Nerys with her hand on the detonator. They had had their fair share of fun together, and then she had basically dropped off the face of the earth a few months back. He was used to more dramatic exits or being the one to make them. He hadn’t let it bother him too much, especially not when Monday had told him that his boss had gone off on vacation for a bit. They hadn’t parted badly, and he couldn’t begrudge her a vacation. God knew they would all need one soon. Still reeling from everything, he decided to take a late lunch and get out of the office early. After goodbyes to the partners, he headed out into the city and tried to decide where to waste his time. He took out the coin he kept for just such decisions. Heads, he’d go ritzy. Tails, he’d go mom and pop. He tried to clear his mind and not push the outcome. It still ended up heads, and he knew just the place.
The café was just to the right, a quick walk, and he took it eagerly. The weather really was nice for a change, and the breeze brushed through him, carrying him along. Before he knew it, he was crossing the street to the café when he saw her, the woman at the eye of one of the many storms New Orleans had been experiencing. Her form was visible from the ground below the terrace; apparently great minds thought alike. He turned the coin over in his pocket and wasn’t quite sure yet if he should thank his lucky stars. His feet carried him up the stairs of the bar and out onto the terrace before he could have a second thought. He decided just to go with it. Everything happened for a reason, and if fate had brought him to her proverbial doorstep, who was he to disagree?
He cocked a haphazard grin. “Is this seat taken, Madame Mayor? It’s been much too long.” He didn’t really wait for an answer. Instead, he pulled out the wrought iron bistro chair in front of her and sat. “Lovely weather today, all considered.” He crossed his legs and leaned back in the chair, observing the other patrons on the terrace. “Haven’t seen the sun in too long with all this damn rain.”
♚ The irritation on Nerys’s face quickly dissolved once she realized who exactly was blocking her spotlight the sunlight. She slid the sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and made a tangible point to check out the delicious man in front of her. Was it just her, or did he look even better than before Nerys skipped town? Did she even tell him she was leaving? No matter, with a face and skills like his, his bed wasn't empty for long.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes, there, Mr. Charbonneau.” Her mind was already spinning – a mixture of the alcohol and all of the delightful plotting for what the two would have in store later in the day. Impulse control was a skill that the brunt woman desperately needed to brush up on. Nerys sat up in her chair a little straighter and smoothed out the wrinkles in her impeccable dress. A cheeky grin graced her features – she quite liked the title of ‘Madame Mayor.’ “So you’ve heard the news, I take it?” A sip from her spritz and a watchful eye gauged Will's expressions. By no means was Nerys searching for his approval - after her soul searching in France she determined she didn't need anyone's confirmation in herself. But it would be nice to know if someone was on her side in the event of total nuclear fallout. "I didn't particularly warn you, or anyone for that matter. I suppose an apology is in order. For that, and disappearing without a word. I assumed you wouldn't mind." That was going to be the closest that she would ever get to actually apologizing to anyone. Guillaume should be so honored.
Nerys flagged down a waiter for another drink for herself, and to treat Will to whatever he wanted. "Is that what we've devolved to? Talking about the weather?" A small grin still played on her face. Behind her sunglasses there was a mischievous twinkle in her hazel eyes. "I wouldn't particularly know - France is lovely this time of year, however." Why did this conversation feel so stiff? Besides the obvious fact that Nerys was born with a pole up her ass. Making a conscious effort to relax, Nerys followed Guillaume's suit and laid back into her own chair and took cognizant steps to relax her muscles. It didn't work as well as she hoped, but it was baby steps.
"So," Another sip of spritz for her drying throat, "How have you been, Will? It's... Been awhile."
`ooc notes; nerbear will take will any day of the week (;
Will watched the cascade of annoyance on Nerys’s face and was admittedly pleased when it fell away. Her eyes on him made feel a little bit like bird dogging, but that was just fine. He was used to preening under gazes and made sure that his cuffs were straight as he relaxed back. It really was a gorgeous day, and seeing Nerys only enhanced it, especially in that dress. He made a mental note to make sure his afternoon plans were as cleared as they could be.
“Why thank you, sha,” he replied, his accent rather thick over the syrupy sha. “You’re not so bad yourself, of course.” He leaned forward just a little bit, his eyes absently following the neckline of her dress down to the hemline before back to her sunglasses- and dark-hair framed face.“Hun, everyone in Louisiana’s heard your news. It was a power move, but I would expect absolutely nothing less from you.” She had all sorts of moves, and she kept him on his toes. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy that. Even her barely-there apology surprised him, and he let his brows raise just a fraction. He felt nearly blessed with something so close to an apology; he was damn near touched. “Oh, it’s fine. I just figured you got bored of New Orleans and moved on. C’est la vie,” he assured her with more flippancy than he actually felt. Still, the whole vanishing without a trace was easier to process than coming back with such a grand entrance. “As for the other thing, well, we always knew it was going to happen.” It was foolish to believe that they could enjoy anonymity forever, but in a world still processing, he could smell gunpowder on the air.
When the waiter returned, Will only asked for a water and for Nerys’s tab to be transferred to his own. He had to take every opportunity to treat the future mayor. “To be fair, we skipped over the whole casual conversation the first time ‘round; can’t blame a man for getting back to basics.” Their conversation had to ratchet into place, he knew, and he had an odd feeling that he was still testing the waters. She came back with political aspirations; who knew what else she had up her sleeve? “Ah, enjoying the French countryside, were we?” Part of him wanted to ask about her sudden departure, but it wasn’t his place. She still carried something rigid in her; he’d have to tease that out.
“Oh, me? You know, the usual. Making moves and waiting for the other shoe to drop.” Monroeville was still on the tip of everyone’s tongues; he wondered how long it would take for people to put all the pieces really together. “But I would love to know more about your little French jaunt. And your new foray into politics.”
♚ A ghost of a smile crossed Nerys’s features upon hearing Guillaume’s thick-as-meme’s-homemade-molasses accent. While most of these southern accents were grating on Nerys’s ears, his was particularly… Charming. Maybe it was just the face behind the voice. A full display of a chaotic grin grew on her face as the southern gentleman commented on her power play. “If my press team is worth half as much as I pay them, the world ought to know by now.” She knew damn well what she was doing – her name would be on everyone’s lips by now. Power play – sure – reckless? The jury is still out on that.
“Mm. Something like that.” Nerys quietly mumbled her response about her sudden disappearance into her glass. She was still nowhere near comfortable on talking about her reasons for leaving. As far as her brain was concerned, Declan Kahale didn’t exist. The near twenty years they spent as best friends had been scrubbed from her mind with lots of Parisian wine and men (and women, let’s be honest). Nerys built a mental wall around that part of her life, and no amount of therapy or booze could even think about touching it with a ten-foot pole. Her voice lowered to keep out prying ears, “Once news of Monroeville reached me I knew we were well past tipping over the edge. Being the first to the crash site just ensured that I’m the face behind the movement.” It was a dangerous move, of course. There would be pushback. A lot of it. People feared what they didn’t know, and being a face for a new movement also meant she was a target for new dissenters.
Nerys didn’t attempt to hide her eyeroll directed to Will when he graciously picked up her tab. She didn’t attempt to hide her cheeky grin either. “That was certainly a good romp in the mud, wasn’t it?” A teasing lilt rang in her voice. This conversation, even if it was about the weather, was going far smoother than she ever would’ve imagined. At best, she thought an awkward ‘hello’ in passing was due for them.
But they were sitting here, having a real conversation. After Declan, Nerys didn’t have that at all. “Issues came up here, and I decided it was time for some new scenery.” She told him nonchalantly, “Traveled to new places – always comes in handy with my particular brand of odd – and drank tons of outrageously expensive alcohol. Living a life of such luxury is hard, Guillaume, but someone has to do it.”
“And politics were probably as much of a surprise to me as it was yourself. Leading is nothing new, and when the moment and opportunity arose, who am I to turn a blind eye?” It was a bit of a dodge to his question, but honestly Nerys had no idea what she was doing. She was a natural born leader, but never actually aspired to be a politician. Logical next moves and all. Nerys’s entire life felt like a chess game, but damn was she good at it. “Frankly, it wasn’t planned. There was next to no preparation to my announcement, but something big is brewing and I’ll be damned if I’m not a part of it.” It never particularly crossed Nerys’s mind that Guillaume might not care about politics, or what Nerys was actually plotting. For all she really knew, he was just making polite passing conversation. Deep inside she couldn’t even realize she was yearning for confirmation – just someone to explain her grandiose plans to and say ‘Wow, Nerys, you’re a megalomaniac, but cool story.’
She still thinks the Social block in Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs is quack, but maybe a little less after today.
From what Will had seen, everyone was still processing the news. He certainly hadn’t “come out” to anyone, and as far as he knew, no one else in his circle had either. It was like waiting for the other shoe to drop, and everyone was still holding their breath. Monroeville was still…doing whatever the fuck it was doing; he tried to steer away from any shifty-eyed strangers on the street. Whoever else was in Monroeville, he definitely believed some belonged there. “You could have whispered it, and a thousand ears would have still heard it.” After all, people tended to listen when Nerys talked, no matter what about.
Whatever happened was obviously a sore spot, so he tried to shrug away her answer. Just added to her mystique, as far as he was concerned. His face flickered into unease as she spoke about Monroeville. He didn’t like that situation at all; it was tangled and messy and dangerous. And Evan had put herself into it. It concerned him, but he doubted Nerys was interested in that at the moment. He tried to pass off his discomfort with a wink. “And what do you really intend to make this movement as gorgeous as the face behind it?” he questioned lightly, curious but not pressing.
Will watched her, her sharp eyes rolling. He had remembered other time he made them roll, but it was a bit early for those thoughts. He made a show of being offended, touching his hand to his chest. “Why I never. I remember more than the mud, madam,” he teased in return. She was pretty bold to be speaking in the past tense as far as he was concerned, but there was time enough for that later.
He frowned a little bit, thinking of his own issues with a certain large croc and a blonde telepath. He was still feeling a little dramatic over it; maybe he could convince Nerys to let him accompany her on her next flight of fancy. He was sure he could make himself useful, even if it was just buying her drinks. “Well, I’m glad you came back to enhance this scenery.” A not so subtle wink followed the words, over exaggerated for effect. “No one is better suited to the torture of sybaritism than you, sha. You can endure it better than the rest of us.” And she looked damn good coming back. The time away had done her nothing but good, but he was quite glad she had come back. Even if she had come back with a bang.
Will had steered away from politics for a long time. Sure, he dealt with politicians and other of the upper crust through work, but they had never exactly been his cup of tea. Nerys, however, was his cup and then some. He would gladly break hard and fast rules to continue to associate with her. He had a no doubt that she had sniffed out the opportunity to bring order to the chaos that had descended on New Orleans. What her actual plan was he had no idea. Did she even know? “So, you saw a niche and decided to slide in. I can respect that. Monroeville is pretty much our own damn mess; maybe it is time that someone like us decided to step in and solve it,” he said thoughtfully, nodding along. “I have no idea what Primrose is going to do without you, though.”
♚ You could have whispered it, and a thousand ears would have still heard it.
There was something about Will that certainly knew how to stroke Nerys’s ego. He pushed all of her buttons, and well. A smug warmth spread through her chest, and she tried to fight the genuine smile that was attempting to overtake her features. “You are just a snake charmer, aren’t you?” It was a rhetorical question, one that she asked with a cocked eyebrow while still trying to stuff that smile down her throat. That battle wasn’t going well.
Nerys did notice the flash of unease cross Guillaume’s face. As he was courteous enough not to press on her glaringly obvious issues, she would give him the same consideration. So she pretended not to notice the soreness of the Monroeville topic, and made a mental note to do some further research of her own later. “Oh, darling, where’s the fun in spilling my secrets?” Nerys wouldn’t give up all of her plans that easily, no matter how charming he was, “Just know… It’s for the betterment of mutant kind. We’ll never have to live in the shadows again.
“And speaking of mutant-kind, well, this is quite embarrassing, but we’ve never really had a conversation this long have we?” At this point, Nerys’s face was going to be sore from all the duplicitous smiles and grin-causing innuendoes. Candid curiosity crept into her voice as she posed her next question, “What’s your shtick? I’ve shown you mine.” At the mention of that, she created a small portal to her left. It looked almost like a floating pond, it was fluid and rippling and cool to Nerys’s touch. The other end opened next to Will’s face where she carefully moved a stray hair out of his face and gave him a playful pat on the cheek.
“Mud, kitchen, bar top, dark alleyway, and I’m sure there’s a few I hadn’t named. A few more I’m sure we could add to it, too.” She didn’t hide her coy smile. Just as quickly as Nerys’s portal appeared, it disappeared, and she sat, waiting patiently for his next move. She wouldn’t lie; it was refreshing, being able to openly use her abilities. That’s all she wanted. Everyone to feel as free as she did.
His frown didn’t go unnoticed. Nerys was hardly the one for comforting; she easily failed Caring for Others 101. In her own, very Nerys style, she might try though. “I know, my beauty is unmatched. I don’t know how this country didn’t fall apart without me. Next time I plan on fleeing the country I’ll be sure to spare you my absence and take you with me.” It was all a light-hearted joke, but delivered in Nerys’s voice it was… Well, it might not have come off as that. For added emphasis, she flipped her short hair with a flourish. “And as for Monroeville and Primrose – well, Blackthorne will have what’s coming to him, and that Mr. Holmes seems to be holding down the academy moderately well. I can’t vouch for his punishment methods, but regardless, it is no longer my problem. Soon, I’ll have much bigger problems. You’re always welcome to come over and help relieve stress, darling.”
In life, Will had had a problem with genuineness. It was always in short supply when someone grew up among the upper echelons. He wasn’t sure if his father had ever uttered a single, non-duplicitous word in his life, and he tried his best to avoid that when he could. Anything he said, he tried to mean as much as he could. That did not preclude him, however, from trying to package the truth as charmingly as he could. Something kept tugging at the ends of Nerys’s mouth, but he pretended not to notice what was surely a smile. “I hardly consider you a snake, Nerys,” he informed her boldly.
She didn’t launch into a third degree about Monroeville, and he was grateful. That was a mess that had to be sorted between him and his sister. If he would answer her calls anytime soon, which he wasn’t exactly in the mood to do. Nerys was back in town, and he could give her his undivided attention before going back to his own shit. “Well, I suppose I do hate spoilers. And the shadows.” It wasn’t exactly fair, to keep the secret for so long from humans. There were so many among them who had inborn advantages. To delay acknowledging that was egregious.
His face split into his stupid grin once more; the expression practically lived on his face. “We’ve usually devolved after the initial greetings, so you’re right. This is a record for us.” He raised his own glass in a sort of cheers before his brow raised at her question. She wanted a show and tell, apparently. There was a joke about other skill sets that he could make, but he bit his tongue and held it back. The portal opened, shimmering, next to Nerys, and another at his cheek. Her hand was through and against his face.
“Oh, I’m sure. It’ll be the White House before you know it.” He ended the joke with a wink as her portal closed beside him. It was his turn now, he supposed. It was always a tricky one to show. He took the coin from his pocket. “How much are willing to bet that it doesn’t land on either heads or tails?” he asked as he passed the coin through his knuckles. It was a ridiculous question, and he didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he flicked the coin into the air and focused, his gaze narrowing as he gathered his wits. Something seemed to click into place, and when the coin came back to the table, it landed perfectly on its ridged edge. “I rarely lose bets or deals,” he explained with a smug shake of his shoulders.
“Just let me know so I can pack my go-bag. I’ve never been to Paris when it wasn’t for a work trip.” He couldn’t help the twitch of his lips or the unfiltered thought that followed it. “I’m sure you could put me to work to earn my keep.” He took a long sip of water to restrain his face, watching the flip of her sharp hairdo. She really had the alphess look going for her. Blackthorne was Blackthorne, but Josh Holmes was a new face to the big wig arena. He’d mainly run into Josh in the Gorgon’s Head, but from what he had seen of him, he couldn’t imagine the whiplash the teachers of Primrose had had when he took over from Nerys. It was probably a different world there. He still needed to see the new headmaster about continuing the donation line between the school and his company. “I’m just a phone call away. Or a portal away, really.”
♚ “Ah, well, you’d be one of a few then.” Nerys jabbed lightly at herself. Her reputation was likely going to take a massive hit after this whole campaign fiasco. She’s already had a number of disapproving calls, fearing leaving their houses because of her brash announcement. “Imagine a world where we could live, unafraid of repercussions for simply being. And somehow I’m the bad guy for pointing it out.”
A scoff escaped from Nerys’s lips. Her mood would’ve soured at that point if it wasn’t for Will’s goofy grin that seemed to involuntarily brighten her spirits. “Honestly, I didn’t know you could speak before this. Are you certain you’re the same Guillaume I met several months ago?” Who was she kidding; there would be no mistaking Will here for anyone else. Though he might not be the brightest, he was certainly one of a kind. He fucked like it too.
“The White House,” Nerys pondered, her eyes focusing nowhere in particular as her mind drifted elsewhere, “And I thought Madame Mayor had a ring to it… President Oswald. Imagine the damage I could do in a position like that.” Nerys had visibly started to unwind in Guillaume’s presence. Her generally uptight and straightforward speech had become lax and her back was no longer ramrod straight. The woman’s legs were crossed, and one of her impeccably heeled toes were oh so carefully resting against Will’s leg.
She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to see upon Guillaume’s power revelation, but it certainly wasn’t a question of heads or tails she was imagining. Nerys opened her mouth to respond, one her eyebrows cocked in a confused expression. Will didn’t wait for her answer as he flipped the coin. Momentarily, Nerys forgot what was happening. She was quite enraptured with the look of determination on Will’s face, it had totally passed her by that she was supposed to be focusing on the coin. It came to land on the table with a definitive plink and bounced no further. Nerys tore her sharp eyes from Will’s face to examine the coin. It landed perfectly on its ridge. Definitely wasn’t expecting that. For a moment, the woman’s face expressed shock and awe, what a wonderful gift he had been given. Immediately Nerys’s brain kicked into gear, as to how she could use this to her advantage. It was an involuntary reaction, really. She had to actively shut her brain down from thinking in that manner.
Nerys steeled herself and regained her focus. Back to the conversation at hand. “So,” She started with a hint of a grin, “You mean to tell me your super power… Is getting lucky?” Sure, she could have kept the innuendo out of her voice, but on the inside Nerys was being a self-indulgent child – so she didn’t. “I’d definitely have some work for you.” “Guillaume, darling, we really need to do this more often.”
Instinctively, Will knew that he wasn’t supposed to feel like mutants were a different plane of being than humans. He knew he was supposed to buy the whole idea of coexisting in secrecy, as though that ever truly worked out. The fact of the matter was that he didn’t buy it; mutants and humans were different. Mutants were forced to the shadows, wasting their talents on bit tricks or behind the scenes. It wasn’t fair, and they deserved to be free and out. Nerys had just said what everyone else was afraid of saying, and it would get worse but then it would get better. A lot better. ”You’ve got big picture vision, and people just really don’t like that.” He shrugged as nonchalant as he could manage. ”It’ll work out, and they’ll go from calling you a snake to calling you mayor.”
He readjusted his suit jacket as he leaned back in the chair across from her. The day was gorgeous, and he wasn’t in any hurry to leave. Unless he was asked to relocate. ”The one and the same, sha. Though I’m always willing to offer proof, if you ask nicely enough.” A wink peppered his words, just so the meaning wouldn’t be lost in translation. Not that she was ever one to miss any sort of opportunity.
The idea of a presidency obviously excited Nerys, which didn’t surprise Will. She was nothing if not ambitious; it was one of her more endearing qualities. On some level, Will trusted that, whatever grandiose plan she had, it was based on good intentions, though he wasn’t about to start interrogating her. Not when she was melting into the chair behind her and letting her metaphorical hair down. ”When you make it there, you’ll have to give me a personal tour. Always wanted to scope out the White House,” he informed her matter-of-factly.
The power display finished, Will plucked the coin from its position on the table and started passing it through his knuckles again, to keep his hands busy. It wasn’t that spectacular of a power; it was no telekinesis or mind-reading. If it worked right, no one even noticed it being used. The look on Nerys’s face, of wonder, felt pretty damn good though, and he couldn’t keep the obviously satisfied grin off his face. ”It definitely is, but you already knew that,” he returned, thoroughly enjoying the double entendre. ”It doesn’t work so well with just other people; I can’t bend anyone’s will or anything like that. Not sure how it really works. Just bet on the right horse, focus on it, and the wind just shifts in my favor.”
He liked the concept of being useful, even if he fully didn’t grasp how or why. Nerys always seemed to short circuit his thinking processes. ”I’m sure your upcoming schedule is going to be quite full, though, what with running for mayor and all. However, I’m a great plus one, whenever you find your arm empty.” And could really use the distraction, but he couldn't bring himself to say that out loud.
♚ It felt nice to have the vote of confidence from someone Nerys wasn’t paying. Her press team had to believe in her, it was their job. So, Guillaume sitting there saying, ‘you got this’ gave her a little boost that she wasn’t aware that she had needed until now. Nerys accepted his comment with a graceful smile and nod. While she was inherently confident in herself running for mayor, the woman was currently running unopposed. No one else had expected the sudden resignation of the previous mayor (which Nerys claims she has absolutely nothing to do with, of course), so no one was prepared for the sudden election. Save for Nerys. Nerys was always prepared to slide into a position of power.
“Your invitation is getting more and more enticing the more you build me up like this, Guillaume. I certainly hope you didn’t have plans for the rest of the day.” Nerys made her intentions known. As soon as they reached the end of this lovely lunchtime chat, they were bound to head to his home and destroy his bed. “We could always break a few headboards in the White House, too. While it’s not my home address yet, it is only a quick portal away.” She hoped the devious smirk on her face conveyed the fact that she was down for just about any kind of wild distraction right about now, and she desperately wanted Will to be in on it.
The look of pride and satisfaction on Will’s face just made the man that much more attractive in Nerys’s eyes. With a gift like his, who wouldn’t be pleased with themselves? For a split second Nerys wondered if their first encounter via evOlvd was somehow a part of his gift, but when he explicitly stated he couldn’t control minds or wills she relaxed again. “Hope I’m always in your favor then.”
Nerys finished her drink with a gulp, and a loose smile. Breathing seemed easier, somehow. “Darling, I’ll never be too busy for you. In fact, you ought to be my plus one to my mayoral inauguration. Might need a lucky charm by my side.” The words slipped out before she could think to stop them. Planning that far ahead, when they’ve only had a handful of conversations and a few one night stands? Bold move, Nerys. She wouldn’t backpedal from it, feeling that might just dig her deeper into the hole she was already in.
