open + closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Tony Stark, Loxley, Marcus Rowntree, and all their friends
WHAT: Catch-all of misc!
WHEN: General Harvestmere content
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Some open content behind the cut, also a catch-all for threads, both backdated and present.

I LIED but watch this space

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[luaithre]

[ He had considered getting her something less fine out of an instinctive measure of how much she would care to appreciate it—but a simple replenishment of good paper and pens seemed, even to him, a little too like he was making light of the extra work she was doing for him. Let him dress it as a gift, because it is one.

With alcohol, to fix the point. Any smile back from him is a subtle thing, glad to see a brightening no matter how it was encouraged, and he unstoppers the bottle. Modest helpings are added to teacups, the scent of a citrus-laced gin mingling pleasantly with candle wax, past cigarette smoke, tea.

The bottle is left within reach, for her to stow it wherever she may, and he reaches for the teapot. ]

If it is ever too burdensome [ he says, ] or interrupts too badly your proper duties, I trust you'll say so.

[ Probably, he'd said something to that end in their initial discussions, but perhaps less explicitly, an instinct towards containment that he is beginning to loosen his grasp on. If it seems to him that her assistance is too burdensome and disruptive, he'll act first.

His re-education is a different matter, being much more particular about whom he'd rather spend those hours with. ]

[ipseite]

Of course, ( is a reassurance, albeit one he probably knows better than to take at face value when dealing with a woman to whom delegation occasionally seems a dirty word. she'd had assistants, in the diplomacy office, but those appointments had been as much — more — about guiding their advance as making any part of her job easier to do.

it's rare she admits there's anything she hasn't the capacity for, even in huffing over how much it needs doing, and how it might have been done differently. and that she doesn't entirely trust that marcus won't decide he's burdensome when he isn't,

well.

in any case, she sits back from her current occupation to retrieve her own cigarette case from a desk drawer, gesturing him to sit and cease looming, ) Your evacuation drill was quite the success, I think. To speak of your duties.

[luaithre]

[ So gestured, Marcus sits, tail of his coat gathered aside. He will wait for her to retrieve a cigarette before leaning in to help himself. ]

The Scoutmaster noted the same, [ conversationally. ] If only after I agreed to give her notice for the next one.

[ Or was it right before, and then he agreed? Something like that, maybe. ]