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[lifewithoutrest]

Who: Helen Magnus and Arthur Kirkland
What: A talk. Probably.
When: Backdated just slightly. Two weeks after the age plot.
Where: Arthur’s apartment
Warnings: None, as of yet.



Helen hesitated in the hall, hand poised to knock. She had been avoiding Arthur since whatever forces controlling the island had saw fit to turn her into a child, but that couldn’t continue. She needed to see him.

He was a rare find. It wasn’t often she found someone with such an understanding of what it meant to lead so long a life. Someone who understood the curse of it.

Taking a calming breath, she rapped lightly on the door. It was time they talked.

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[lifewithoutrest]

"But it wasn't just any little girl."

She still kept some distance between them as she followed, but once in the kitchen, she reached for his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"And I much prefer being with you like this."

[rule_britannia]

"I think that made me rather more protective of you, my dear."

When she grasped his arm he placed his hand over hers and chuckled as he squeezed her fingers in return.

"But I agree most wholeheartedly.. this is definitely preferable. Ah, would you like a drink?"

[lifewithoutrest]

She hummed faintly, mildly reassured by the contact, and she kept her hand there even as she nodded.

"Tea would be lovely."

[rule_britannia]

"Marvellous, then. I think I have just the thing. Make yourself at home, and I'll just.. yes. Tea."

He took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. The habits of courtly conduct had never quite left him and he didn't even realise how old-fashioned he was being.

Well, she'd probably be the only person here who could appreciate it.

[lifewithoutrest]

The kiss earned him a genuine smile, and she nodded, moving to sit as she watched him. He had been an excellent guardian, but a part of her still wished it had been anyone other than him. Someone she hadn't taken such an interest in.

[rule_britannia]

He would likely share her feelings had the situation been reversed - but then, the idea of anyone attempting to care for him as a child was enough to give him chills. Arthur counted himself lucky that he'd remained untouched by the event.

"Do have a-- Oh, you're sitting. Good. Excellent." A terrible habit of waffling when he's nervous. Arthur smiles quickly then turns from her, in part to hide his blush and also to make the tea.

[lifewithoutrest]

She clasped her hands together on the table in an effort to avoid fidgeting. This level of nervousness was something she hadn't realized she was still capable of experiencing. It helped to know she wasn't entirely alone in that feeling.

"I imagine you would make an excellent father," she observed softly, watching him.