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[ingrantitude]

[Ward isn't making himself known without good reason. His device is on and there's a grim sort of looking man. He's been sticking close to Kara and thinking about what Tony said. He's got a book under his hands and he sits.]

So we're in a library. I was wondering. What's your favorite book?

I found a couple of mine. You know, when I was a kid. [He nods at them] Treasure island for one. Jim Hawkins was always kind of my hero when I was a kid.

[He reaches for another] I've got 100 years of solitude too. And the Giver.


I'd really like to read them but I don't want to open them and accidentally unleash Long John Silver or anything like that. Is there...a way to turn them off?

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[facemyenemys]

[She kissed him back, grinning in it a moment later, almost bubbling over with a giggle. It's such a strange idea, and she doesn't even care if it happens or not, bu the thought of it, that he would ask, was amazing.]

Good. I like the idea. [Not that she had a 'life' anymore. But that didn't matter here. Here she was Kara and not Agent 33 or anything weird like that. Just Kara. Perhaps Kara Ward.]

I'm so glad they brought you here with me. I was worried you wouldn't come if they did call. Worried you'd be too angry to want to help someone else. I am so glad you are here with me.

[She kissed him again, long and hard with passion, before breaking it again with a grin.] I love you too. I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you.

[ingrantitude]

Mrs. ward. Or Mrs. Palamas.

[His voice is teasing. He traces one cheek with his thumb and leans his head against her shoulder. He kisses her cheek.] Mrs. Ward-Palamas?

[He traces her fingers then kisses each one of her knuckles.] You can't get rid of me baby.

...I'll try. I'll try really hard to help baby. I want to.

[facemyenemys]

[She shifts, replacing his books with herself instead. In other words, she's sitting in his lap, though she does reach to move his book to the side carefully, stacking it on top of her small tumbled pile.]

[She smiles and curls up into him, holding herself to him] If we're doing this it will be Mrs. Kara Ward. I'm a traditionalist in these things. If I'm going to have you as my own I will have your name as well.

And I know you will try hard. You're already doing great. You opened up to people today. And I see you found good book.

[ingrantitude]

I used to dream about being a pirate. Not - okay not an actual pirate but an adventurer. I think I was heartbroken when my grandmother said that we weren't explorers anymore. Apparently...Apparently the wards founded parts of maine.


[He's suddenly shy, holding her against him.] You know it won't be like that right? No fancy cocktail parties and ...senator wives?

[facemyenemys]

[She shifted to curl in closer to him, leaning her head into his shoulder and sighing softly with a smile.]

There aren't any explorers anymore. Not really. But here you can be. Find a place and go explore it. Or at least explore the library itself. Who knows when the last time a human stepped in some section of the library somewhere.

[She hmmmed softly, nuzzling in on his neck a bit and closing her eyes.] I don't think I would have been cut out for cocktail parties and senator wives anyhow. I didn't grow up that way as it was.

[ingrantitude]

Tell me about it again.

[He can't stop playing with her hands, her fingers, gently running his own over them.]

Your mom.

[facemyenemys]

[He asked about her mom, making her raise her brows, than smile sadly. Unless she got brought here, she’ll never get to see her mom again. She kind of liked her mom, a lot.]

She’s friendly, but stern. She would want to test you, to see if you were good enough for me. Small hidden questions and feeding you things. I think she would have liked you.

[ingrantitude]

[He raises a hand to her hair] Infinitely better then my mother.

...I'd be worthy.

...would she be happy if you were married?

[facemyenemys]

[She grins at that, leaning into the hand to her hair and closing her eyes.] Someday, yes. I think she would be happy to see me try and settle down. [her smile faded just a bit. Well, she would have been happy to know.]

[Her heart felt heavy now] You sent me back home to my mother, you said, right? How... did she take it? Did you speak to her?