| Abraxan
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SPOILER!!: It works wonders, trust me *has actually used a student as a paperweight* Quote:
Originally Posted by Tazenhani 
Sabel's wide grin fell to a pleasant smile, which had trouble enough sticking to his lips. He watched Emily for a long moment before the whisperings of his thoughts brought his eyes away to absently watch those at the cafe and passing by on the sidewalk or other side of the street.
"That would be nice." He only half heard himself agree to the dinner, or was it to sticking around? He couldn't be sure which the answer was intended for, his smile slipping away almost completely.
How was it that he heard so much of Damien, and even Tate, in her words? How was it, that this young woman had so much wisdom in her to make him feel like a giddy child? Guilt stabbed at him. Of course she shouldn't say such things in her owls. It made perfect sense, given their line of work. But then why had he never thought of it before?
Absently, he patted his pocket where his wallet was. It felt suddenly heavy, like a hot coal digging into him. Of course he took out the things that identified him when he was on mission, including the pictures of his family. But they were in there now. And how was that any different? There was never any telling as to who was watching them from the shadows, who wanted to bring them harm.
Anger spiked briefly at himself for being so foolish, but he did his best to mask, bringing back the small smile as he forced his attention to return to Emily. "You're a smart woman, Miss Browne."
A very smart woman.
"Perhaps I'll see it then." Perhaps, as long as...
His eyes shifted back to the package between them, his hand coming to rest slowly on top of it. For a brief moment he considered it and the conversation that waited behind it, before sliding out the thinner envelope beneath it. He held it before him, considering his options and his moves, weighting his action before finally offering it to the other woman.
"I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing me a favor."
May as well get it over with, while they were on the unspoken topic. Regardless of the direction the conversation would go as to his placement, he had already decided that the MLE was the best, and safest place to leave his will. And Emily had just confirmed that decision.
"Given our department is in charge of law and the legalities therein, I was hoping this is something I could leave in your care."
You know, just in case...
There was no denying that their fairly cheery reunion had transpired into one of tension and ... misery? distaste? It was hard to tell, but whatever it was, there was something negative in the air between them now. It wasn't hostile, and she didn't feel as if any of the energy was directed at her, but the ease with which that smile left Sabel's face was telling enough.
"Are you okay?" she asked, staring past him at the brick wall of the cafe, before focusing her gaze on him once more. Was it something she said?
...
Of course, it wouldn't be the first nor the last time that her words put somebody at unease, but there was little she could do about that.
As for being a smart woman, "Tell me something I don't know," she teased, because she knew she was a smart woman. She didn't get to where she was by happening on information and stumbling through her actions. It was calculated. "Although I feel I need to inform you... it's Ms now, i fear I've outgrown Miss." That aside, few people took you seriously as a Miss in recent times, all that age equals experience equals competency hogwash. "And you should, he's a charming boy... or else I wouldn't keep him around." That much was certain. The boy had nine lives with her, and he'd only managed to burn through one so far. With any luck he would make the others last until becoming of age.
As much as she had attempted - and poorly so, to lighten the mood, a seriousness fell over them once more. Serious was fine, she was actually rather apt with it. Listening carefully and taking not of Sabel's features and posture - the little tell tale signs of his stress - she nodded a yes to his plea for a favour as she accepted the envelope he offered her. For him, anything.
Despite the diminutive size of the object placed in her hands, it felt greatly personal and so she didn't move to open it. She simply held it between her fingers, hearing out his elaboration. She could hazard a guess as to what it contained, and she understood the weight of it too. Not just for herself as the guardian of the document, but for him, in releasing it from his own care should anything happen to him. "It's safe with me. I promise."
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