The title is quite deliberately a reference to some of the Worewolf: the Apocalypse sourcebooks.
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"I was meaning to ask," Thomas asked as he probed the injury carefully. "What's a Co-ordinator?"
Maria blinked at him in disbelief. "You don't know? Where have you been for the last fifty years?"
"For half of them, I hadn't been born," Thomas replied casually.
"But you stood up for Kira anyway?"
"Well, yeah." He shrugged. "He's a good kid. That's more important than some damnfool label."
"Damnfool?" Maria asked, smiling slightly. "You're sure it's not important then?"
"Doesn't bother you, does it?" the healer observed, his face directed at where his fingers gently manipulated her shoulder rather than her face. "I trust your judgement, I'm just curious."
Maria gave him a puzzled look and gave the blond man a thumbnail summary of the Co-ordinators and the Naturals. At the end of it, Thomas merely shook his head with an amused twist to the corners of his mouth. He pulled out a length of bandage and checked the length. "You're healing nicely, by the way. A few more days and you won't need bandages any more."
"Does that mean that you won't be taking my shirt off anymore?" Maria asked impulsively, and blushed furiously as she realised how flirtacious that sounded.
Thomas chuckled and let his hand trace the line of her shoulder for a moment. "Only if you ask me nicely," he replied lightly. "Now, let's put this bandage on for you."
Damn the man!
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
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"I was meaning to ask," Thomas asked as he probed the injury carefully. "What's a Co-ordinator?"
Maria blinked at him in disbelief. "You don't know? Where have you been for the last fifty years?"
"For half of them, I hadn't been born," Thomas replied casually.
"But you stood up for Kira anyway?"
"Well, yeah." He shrugged. "He's a good kid. That's more important than some damnfool label."
"Damnfool?" Maria asked, smiling slightly. "You're sure it's not important then?"
"Doesn't bother you, does it?" the healer observed, his face directed at where his fingers gently manipulated her shoulder rather than her face. "I trust your judgement, I'm just curious."
Maria gave him a puzzled look and gave the blond man a thumbnail summary of the Co-ordinators and the Naturals. At the end of it, Thomas merely shook his head with an amused twist to the corners of his mouth. He pulled out a length of bandage and checked the length. "You're healing nicely, by the way. A few more days and you won't need bandages any more."
"Does that mean that you won't be taking my shirt off anymore?" Maria asked impulsively, and blushed furiously as she realised how flirtacious that sounded.
Thomas chuckled and let his hand trace the line of her shoulder for a moment. "Only if you ask me nicely," he replied lightly. "Now, let's put this bandage on for you."
Damn the man!
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.