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[a_different_future]

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[trouvaille]

Ilde is about ninety percent sure that she didn't do anything.

Probably.

One minute they're having a perfectly ordinary conversation (which absolutely did require she sit down on the edge of the desk so he couldn't avoid her and because the angle is so flattering), and then he - he doesn't look well, and he's not responding right, and it doesn't make any sense. Her hands hover uncertainly in the space near his shoulders, like there's probably something she should do, but she isn't sure what's wrong or how it became wrong, they were just - talking. She was just talking to him. She talks to lots of people, they don't start looking at her like that, or like they might be ill in a moment.

(She swivels her knees. He's not going to be ill on her shoes. She likes these shoes.)

"--Clark?"

Stockholm

[ataashihunter]

Bull steps inside the room they'd gotten for the night, deciding to enjoy the luxury rather than go back to the Barge. He walks to the spot in front of the bed and glances over his shoulder waiting for Clark to follow. He is wearing the new clothes and with them something had shifted ever so slightly between them and now he is curious how much further this would go.

He licks his lips and decides to go for broke. He is grateful for the rug when he drops to kneel on the floor, his back is staight, proud, but his head is bowed just enough to show submission. Then he waited, curious what Clark is going to do.