Margaret - 053
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A loud satisfying pop elicits a contented sigh, and feeling the weight of his gaze she flashes him a grin.
Don’t mind him being totally captivated while he finishes his breakfast…
November 18, 2025 at 4:05 PM
A loud satisfying pop elicits a contented sigh, and feeling the weight of his gaze she flashes him a grin.
*She knew the feeling. With a soft hum, she traces her fingers down his arm and laces them with his.*
Whatever it is, we've got it.
Whatever it is, we've got it.
*He shook his head*
Probably both. I don’t know, but my gut won’t let it go.
Probably both. I don’t know, but my gut won’t let it go.
I'm not that distracting.
*Breathing a chuckle, her brows press together in concern.*
Is that something you, or the current situation?
*Breathing a chuckle, her brows press together in concern.*
Is that something you, or the current situation?
November 12, 2025 at 11:04 PM
*She knew the feeling. With a soft hum, she traces her fingers down his arm and laces them with his.*
Whatever it is, we've got it.
Whatever it is, we've got it.
I'm not that distracting.
*Breathing a chuckle, her brows press together in concern.*
Is that something you, or the current situation?
*Breathing a chuckle, her brows press together in concern.*
Is that something you, or the current situation?
Besides you?
*He arched a brow as he sipped at his coffee*
Something is off, can’t identify it.
*He arched a brow as he sipped at his coffee*
Something is off, can’t identify it.
*Chuckling, she taps the side of her mug. Her brows furrow just a little while her smile remains soft.*
Something on your mind?
Something on your mind?
November 12, 2025 at 8:28 PM
I'm not that distracting.
*Breathing a chuckle, her brows press together in concern.*
Is that something you, or the current situation?
*Breathing a chuckle, her brows press together in concern.*
Is that something you, or the current situation?
*Chuckling, she taps the side of her mug. Her brows furrow just a little while her smile remains soft.*
Something on your mind?
Something on your mind?
*He acts mock offended, for just a second, but her smile quickly dissolves it.*
Something like that. Sleep eludes me.
Something like that. Sleep eludes me.
Someone has to be.
*She smiles into the short peck before retrieving her own cup.*
Long night?
*She smiles into the short peck before retrieving her own cup.*
Long night?
November 12, 2025 at 6:54 PM
*Chuckling, she taps the side of her mug. Her brows furrow just a little while her smile remains soft.*
Something on your mind?
Something on your mind?
Someone has to be.
*She smiles into the short peck before retrieving her own cup.*
Long night?
*She smiles into the short peck before retrieving her own cup.*
Long night?
Marg, you’re a life saver.
*He’ll gladly take the cup, and thank her with a little kiss*
*He’ll gladly take the cup, and thank her with a little kiss*
*slides him a fresh, steaming cup of coffee.*
November 12, 2025 at 6:46 PM
Someone has to be.
*She smiles into the short peck before retrieving her own cup.*
Long night?
*She smiles into the short peck before retrieving her own cup.*
Long night?
*slides him a fresh, steaming cup of coffee.*
*gentle yawn for a big guy*
Anyone got coffee ready?
Anyone got coffee ready?
November 12, 2025 at 5:32 PM
*slides him a fresh, steaming cup of coffee.*
"I guess we do."
Arching a brow, she gives his hand a squeeze while considering his offer. Maybe it would be nice. She'd often found herself jolting awake in the night, and while it was easily fixed with anything that required exertion, it still irritated her.
"Stay?"
Admittedly, things -
Arching a brow, she gives his hand a squeeze while considering his offer. Maybe it would be nice. She'd often found herself jolting awake in the night, and while it was easily fixed with anything that required exertion, it still irritated her.
"Stay?"
Admittedly, things -
hers. It wasn’t something he’d expected to need either.
He also wasn’t letting go for a while.
“You want to… stay here tonight?”
He also wasn’t letting go for a while.
“You want to… stay here tonight?”
November 9, 2025 at 10:55 PM
"I guess we do."
Arching a brow, she gives his hand a squeeze while considering his offer. Maybe it would be nice. She'd often found herself jolting awake in the night, and while it was easily fixed with anything that required exertion, it still irritated her.
"Stay?"
Admittedly, things -
Arching a brow, she gives his hand a squeeze while considering his offer. Maybe it would be nice. She'd often found herself jolting awake in the night, and while it was easily fixed with anything that required exertion, it still irritated her.
"Stay?"
Admittedly, things -
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November 7, 2025 at 5:24 AM
It wasn't. Not really. It yet. It was just a tool. Something that enabled her to keep at it.
"I know. Not much scares you."
As much as it bothered her, she knew it bothered him less.
"It's not the same," is all she offers by way of explanation as she wiggles her fingers against the -
"I know. Not much scares you."
As much as it bothered her, she knew it bothered him less.
"It's not the same," is all she offers by way of explanation as she wiggles her fingers against the -
“I expect nothing less.” Fred’s voice became softer, and he reached to take her offered hand.
A flash of a memory was brought o by her words.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸.
“You didn’t need to switch hands, Marg. I’m not afraid of your prosthetic. It’s still you.”
A flash of a memory was brought o by her words.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸.
“You didn’t need to switch hands, Marg. I’m not afraid of your prosthetic. It’s still you.”
She looks at him over her glass. Her brows drop with a soft smile, and a content sigh.
"I don't give up easily."
He knew that more than most. Maybe more than anyone...
"None of us do."
Bittersweetness touches her words briefly, as she swaps her drink to her prosthetic and holds out her hand.
"I don't give up easily."
He knew that more than most. Maybe more than anyone...
"None of us do."
Bittersweetness touches her words briefly, as she swaps her drink to her prosthetic and holds out her hand.
November 8, 2025 at 12:10 AM
It wasn't. Not really. It yet. It was just a tool. Something that enabled her to keep at it.
"I know. Not much scares you."
As much as it bothered her, she knew it bothered him less.
"It's not the same," is all she offers by way of explanation as she wiggles her fingers against the -
"I know. Not much scares you."
As much as it bothered her, she knew it bothered him less.
"It's not the same," is all she offers by way of explanation as she wiggles her fingers against the -
She looks at him over her glass. Her brows drop with a soft smile, and a content sigh.
"I don't give up easily."
He knew that more than most. Maybe more than anyone...
"None of us do."
Bittersweetness touches her words briefly, as she swaps her drink to her prosthetic and holds out her hand.
"I don't give up easily."
He knew that more than most. Maybe more than anyone...
"None of us do."
Bittersweetness touches her words briefly, as she swaps her drink to her prosthetic and holds out her hand.
Fred took another sip, and found it growing on him too.
“I’ll take ‘passable’.” He grinned, watching her enjoy the drink.
When she mentioned being home, he stepped a little closer.
“And I’m glad to have you home. Safe.”
“I’ll take ‘passable’.” He grinned, watching her enjoy the drink.
When she mentioned being home, he stepped a little closer.
“And I’m glad to have you home. Safe.”
- more. Even the off balance flavour was beginning to grow on her.
"Makes it feel good to be home," she relents softly.
"Makes it feel good to be home," she relents softly.
November 7, 2025 at 11:52 PM
She looks at him over her glass. Her brows drop with a soft smile, and a content sigh.
"I don't give up easily."
He knew that more than most. Maybe more than anyone...
"None of us do."
Bittersweetness touches her words briefly, as she swaps her drink to her prosthetic and holds out her hand.
"I don't give up easily."
He knew that more than most. Maybe more than anyone...
"None of us do."
Bittersweetness touches her words briefly, as she swaps her drink to her prosthetic and holds out her hand.
Freshly poured, and icy cold. The drink was definitely hitting the spot. A mix of citrusy sweetness and sour tartness rolls off her tongue with just a little more sweetness than she would've liked.
Still, it was good.
"Passable," she offers slowly, before trying some -
Still, it was good.
"Passable," she offers slowly, before trying some -
He’d saved the best part of the toast for last, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.
The light clink of their glasses sealed the toast and he tipped his glass along with hers.
A second on the tongue before he arched his brow. It was new combination, to be sure.
“Well, what do you think? Do I pass muster?”
The light clink of their glasses sealed the toast and he tipped his glass along with hers.
A second on the tongue before he arched his brow. It was new combination, to be sure.
“Well, what do you think? Do I pass muster?”
- their glasses together gently.
"To safe returns," she repeats. It was by far the most important part.
"Let's see how you score on taste..." bringing the glass to her lips, she makes a show of gingerly tilting as she tastes a sip.
"To safe returns," she repeats. It was by far the most important part.
"Let's see how you score on taste..." bringing the glass to her lips, she makes a show of gingerly tilting as she tastes a sip.
November 6, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Freshly poured, and icy cold. The drink was definitely hitting the spot. A mix of citrusy sweetness and sour tartness rolls off her tongue with just a little more sweetness than she would've liked.
Still, it was good.
"Passable," she offers slowly, before trying some -
Still, it was good.
"Passable," she offers slowly, before trying some -
She stifles a warm chuckle as she watches him finish making the drinks. She'd tried maybe a handful of cocktails in her life, if they could be called that.
"Cosmopolitan? Well, I think it looks like one, so you've scored points there."
Accepting the glass with a growing smile, she clinks -
"Cosmopolitan? Well, I think it looks like one, so you've scored points there."
Accepting the glass with a growing smile, she clinks -
into each of them.
“I give you a Cosmopolitan. Supposed to be on the sweeter side.”
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 was the part he might not be so confident about. He’d never had one.
Picking them up, he handed one to her.
“To a successful mission, and safe returns.”
“I give you a Cosmopolitan. Supposed to be on the sweeter side.”
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 was the part he might not be so confident about. He’d never had one.
Picking them up, he handed one to her.
“To a successful mission, and safe returns.”
October 28, 2025 at 3:17 PM
She stifles a warm chuckle as she watches him finish making the drinks. She'd tried maybe a handful of cocktails in her life, if they could be called that.
"Cosmopolitan? Well, I think it looks like one, so you've scored points there."
Accepting the glass with a growing smile, she clinks -
"Cosmopolitan? Well, I think it looks like one, so you've scored points there."
Accepting the glass with a growing smile, she clinks -
She's quick to drop off the last few forms and gear from her most recent escapade. There's a small spring to her step as she does as she wonders what Fred might have in store.
Exactly twenty minutes later she arrives. Brows drawn together quizzically she steps -
Exactly twenty minutes later she arrives. Brows drawn together quizzically she steps -
arrived, she’d find him shaking a drink between stainless steel cups.
October 28, 2025 at 8:41 AM
She's quick to drop off the last few forms and gear from her most recent escapade. There's a small spring to her step as she does as she wonders what Fred might have in store.
Exactly twenty minutes later she arrives. Brows drawn together quizzically she steps -
Exactly twenty minutes later she arrives. Brows drawn together quizzically she steps -
Interest piqued, she arches a brow while tempted to ask for more info. Instead, she nods, letting him have his surprise.
"Sure. I've got a few things to drop off, which will probably give you an extra five, she smirks. "This better be good."
"Sure. I've got a few things to drop off, which will probably give you an extra five, she smirks. "This better be good."
“I think I know just the thing.” Fred nodded slowly before glancing towards the corridor.
“My quarters. Fifteen minutes?”
“My quarters. Fifteen minutes?”
"Anything with a bit of flavour," she smirks. The last few days had been lacking something flavourful and so she had a small craving for something bitter or sweet.
October 25, 2025 at 10:45 PM
Interest piqued, she arches a brow while tempted to ask for more info. Instead, she nods, letting him have his surprise.
"Sure. I've got a few things to drop off, which will probably give you an extra five, she smirks. "This better be good."
"Sure. I've got a few things to drop off, which will probably give you an extra five, she smirks. "This better be good."
"Anything with a bit of flavour," she smirks. The last few days had been lacking something flavourful and so she had a small craving for something bitter or sweet.
He made a point to talk to her more about it, but later. Right now, he wanted to get her mind off of it, if he could.
“Could use a drink. Anything piquing your interest?”
“Could use a drink. Anything piquing your interest?”
"Yeah."
She wasn't so sure. It had taken everything and more the last time, and they were still recovering. Now their enemies only grew.
"It isn't, and they're good," she offers, unsure who she's trying to placate. It wasn't the same.
"I'll make them better. Until then, how about a drink?"
She wasn't so sure. It had taken everything and more the last time, and they were still recovering. Now their enemies only grew.
"It isn't, and they're good," she offers, unsure who she's trying to placate. It wasn't the same.
"I'll make them better. Until then, how about a drink?"
October 20, 2025 at 9:35 PM
"Anything with a bit of flavour," she smirks. The last few days had been lacking something flavourful and so she had a small craving for something bitter or sweet.
October 17, 2025 at 6:29 PM
"Yeah."
She wasn't so sure. It had taken everything and more the last time, and they were still recovering. Now their enemies only grew.
"It isn't, and they're good," she offers, unsure who she's trying to placate. It wasn't the same.
"I'll make them better. Until then, how about a drink?"
She wasn't so sure. It had taken everything and more the last time, and they were still recovering. Now their enemies only grew.
"It isn't, and they're good," she offers, unsure who she's trying to placate. It wasn't the same.
"I'll make them better. Until then, how about a drink?"
He wanted to step closer, but he refrained. They weren’t entirely alone.
“We’ll push them back, sooner or later.” Fred let his confidence show in that statement.
“Room for improvement isn’t a bad thing.”
“We’ll push them back, sooner or later.” Fred let his confidence show in that statement.
“Room for improvement isn’t a bad thing.”
"Yeah," she agrees. Although, it's not quite all there.
"Cut is closer than I'd have liked, but... it just means we've got a few things to work on."
Once Farhan was up and running.
"And I'll be glad when we knock the Created off their game."
"Cut is closer than I'd have liked, but... it just means we've got a few things to work on."
Once Farhan was up and running.
"And I'll be glad when we knock the Created off their game."
October 17, 2025 at 6:28 PM
"Yeah."
She wasn't so sure. It had taken everything and more the last time, and they were still recovering. Now their enemies only grew.
"It isn't, and they're good," she offers, unsure who she's trying to placate. It wasn't the same.
"I'll make them better. Until then, how about a drink?"
She wasn't so sure. It had taken everything and more the last time, and they were still recovering. Now their enemies only grew.
"It isn't, and they're good," she offers, unsure who she's trying to placate. It wasn't the same.
"I'll make them better. Until then, how about a drink?"
"Yeah," she agrees. Although, it's not quite all there.
"Cut is closer than I'd have liked, but... it just means we've got a few things to work on."
Once Farhan was up and running.
"And I'll be glad when we knock the Created off their game."
"Cut is closer than I'd have liked, but... it just means we've got a few things to work on."
Once Farhan was up and running.
"And I'll be glad when we knock the Created off their game."
His head straightened with the news. Relieved to hear of no fatalities.
“Relieved to hear it.” Fred gave a slow nod. He heard that little bit of strain.
“Knew you would all pull through.”
“Relieved to hear it.” Fred gave a slow nod. He heard that little bit of strain.
“Knew you would all pull through.”
"Appreciated. Our transport had next to none," she shakes her head softly.
"Stable now," she affirms with a slither of tension. "Farhan, our three, suffered heavy injuries. Rest of us were picked up a few cuts and bruises. Nothing too major."
"Stable now," she affirms with a slither of tension. "Farhan, our three, suffered heavy injuries. Rest of us were picked up a few cuts and bruises. Nothing too major."
October 17, 2025 at 12:05 AM
"Yeah," she agrees. Although, it's not quite all there.
"Cut is closer than I'd have liked, but... it just means we've got a few things to work on."
Once Farhan was up and running.
"And I'll be glad when we knock the Created off their game."
"Cut is closer than I'd have liked, but... it just means we've got a few things to work on."
Once Farhan was up and running.
"And I'll be glad when we knock the Created off their game."
"Appreciated. Our transport had next to none," she shakes her head softly.
"Stable now," she affirms with a slither of tension. "Farhan, our three, suffered heavy injuries. Rest of us were picked up a few cuts and bruises. Nothing too major."
"Stable now," she affirms with a slither of tension. "Farhan, our three, suffered heavy injuries. Rest of us were picked up a few cuts and bruises. Nothing too major."
Plenty of coffee headed your way.
Injuries… Nothing critical?
*head tilt of concern*
Injuries… Nothing critical?
*head tilt of concern*
That so? I did miss the coffee.
It'll be nice to have a break. Got a few injuries to heal up, then we'll see where we go next.
It'll be nice to have a break. Got a few injuries to heal up, then we'll see where we go next.
October 16, 2025 at 11:20 PM
"Appreciated. Our transport had next to none," she shakes her head softly.
"Stable now," she affirms with a slither of tension. "Farhan, our three, suffered heavy injuries. Rest of us were picked up a few cuts and bruises. Nothing too major."
"Stable now," she affirms with a slither of tension. "Farhan, our three, suffered heavy injuries. Rest of us were picked up a few cuts and bruises. Nothing too major."
That so? I did miss the coffee.
It'll be nice to have a break. Got a few injuries to heal up, then we'll see where we go next.
It'll be nice to have a break. Got a few injuries to heal up, then we'll see where we go next.
It’s been less time than you think, but an eternity all the same.
Things are better, now that you’re back.
Things are better, now that you’re back.
It's good to be back, it feels like it's been a while.
How's things?
How's things?
October 16, 2025 at 11:08 PM
That so? I did miss the coffee.
It'll be nice to have a break. Got a few injuries to heal up, then we'll see where we go next.
It'll be nice to have a break. Got a few injuries to heal up, then we'll see where we go next.
It's good to be back, it feels like it's been a while.
How's things?
How's things?
Welcome home.
October 16, 2025 at 10:44 PM
It's good to be back, it feels like it's been a while.
How's things?
How's things?
[ Operation Ibis : Epilogue ]
October 16, 2025 at 10:18 PM
[ Operation Ibis : Epilogue ]