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[beathach]

Who: The Blameless crew & visitors!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: The Blameless
When: August

[it's a mingle! go forth, blameless and friends]

Comments

[axiomed]

There's no helping it.

[athru]

[ She grins, leaning forward so she can push her fingers through his hair, absent and fond. ]

Absolute thousands.

[axiomed]

[ He tilts his head slightly at that. ]

I doubt these things can hold that many.

[athru]

There can be five hundred on mine, five hundred on yours, five hundred on Erik's...

[ She's grinning, though, and she's quick to shift over, leaning to start wrapping her arms around Charles and pressing close. It reminds her of being young and the casual intimacy they shared then, and she basks, for a moment. ]

[axiomed]

Good luck getting Erik to consider that.

[ Charles leans against her quietly, his fingers running over her scales. He's a tactile person by nature. ]

[athru]

I'm sure I can manage it.

[ She's practically on top of him, but they're both used to it, she thinks. ]

There's always Hank's, too.

[axiomed]

Of course. I would never forget Hank.

[athru]

There we go. We have lots of room.

[axiomed]

Perhaps we need a proper photo album.

[athru]

[ She pauses for a moment, thinking, before she smiles. ]

I'll have to get us one next time we stop.

[axiomed]

If there's a place to buy that sort of thing.

[ But he nods. ]

[athru]

We'll find something. Then you can take it home, right?

[ 'Home'. She said it. She'll be there one day too. ]

[axiomed]

I'll be sure to put it in a safe space.

[athru]

We can take more when I come back, too.

[axiomed]

[ He nods. ]

That sounds like a good plan.

[athru]

I have good ideas sometimes.

[ The non-murderous ones, at least... ]

... It'll be a school again? Home?

[axiomed]

[ Home. Charles looks away briefly. ]

It'll be a school.

[athru]

... I hope they'll like me.

[axiomed]

[ With his usual self-assurance. ]

I know they will.

[athru]

You have to say that. You're my brother.

[ But she's smiling all the same. ]

[axiomed]

That doesn't make it any less true, you realize. And it is my school.

[athru]

So you'll make it a rule, Professor?

[ She just shakes her head for a moment. ]

I know... They'll have seen Washington. They won't understand. Maybe that's what I'm worried about.

[axiomed]

[ He shakes his head. ]

They have to make their own choices.

[athru]

I'm not sure if I want them to think about Washington or not.

[ Shaking her head, she leans against him, smiling fondly. ]

At least you know the truth.

[axiomed]

I don't think it can be helped. It was pivotal.

[ And that was why time boiled down to this one action - this one moment. ]

And they saw the truth.