you magnificent fuck up
09 January 2009 @ 01:22 am
[log] i would just disappear if it weren't for you and your love like nails in my feet  
[00:46] * Martel is in his study - settled at the top of his tower, where he can see most everything from, and where he's /really/ settled, looking as though he's been there for years and may or may not intend to winter there, too.
[00:48] * Candice comes to interrupt him, knocking at the door.
[00:49] Martel: "Come in," Martel says, distracted - though he's on his feet by the time he's realized who's knocking.
[00:51] * Candice meanders over, dressed--notably--in some of the fashions acquired via seamstress, though it's the lightest layer that's decent, long and sleeveless with a slit up one leg. "Are you very, very busy?"
[00:51] Martel: "Getting less busy by the moment," Martel says, putting himself between her and his desk smoothly. The interest in the slit up her leg is not feigned, but it /is/ convenient. "Hello, there."
[00:53] * Candice eyes him like she thinks maybe putting himself between her and the desk isn't accidental. )