Liam Kincaid (
firstofitskind) wrote2019-04-02 07:11 am
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MHA #6, The Wee Hours of Tuesday Morning
Liam- the smaller one- had gone to sleep on the couch on Monday night, same as he'd done the last two nights. At some point during the night, Fandom magic struck again, and the correct Liam took his place. His dreams were the smaller Liam's memories, his own, Ha'gel's, all blending in to each other in a confusing jumble.
It was the one about the volcano that finally startled him awake; his eyes flew open with a shout on his lips and the smell, the memory of burning flesh clinging to his nostrils.
Stumbling in to the bedroom, he crawled underneath the covers and wrapped his arms around Verity, burying his head in her shoulder and just... waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal.
[ooc: for she who is mentioned, if she'd like.]
It was the one about the volcano that finally startled him awake; his eyes flew open with a shout on his lips and the smell, the memory of burning flesh clinging to his nostrils.
Stumbling in to the bedroom, he crawled underneath the covers and wrapped his arms around Verity, burying his head in her shoulder and just... waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal.
[ooc: for she who is mentioned, if she'd like.]
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The shuttle was like his baby.
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"Well, yeah," Liam said, lifting one shoulder in a half-shrug.
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And then was kissing him. Hard.
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"I would prefer it if you did not fly off with my ship," he said. "At least, not if you weren't planning on coming back. But yes, if you wanted to, you could."
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Like. Maybe the Taelon Mothership.
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"Could I sub in Istas as my champion in this fight?"
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Weird that.
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"Only because you'd like it," she smirked.
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See, two could play at the Sharing game.
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Still, his hand found hers, and although she probably already had a pretty good idea, well. Now she knew exactly how desire thrummed through him every time she told him what she wanted him to do.
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