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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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[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.