Susan raised a delicate eyebrow. “Can your spies not do this for you?”
“My spies are not a queen of Narnia,” he replied, leaning back in his seat, “whose beauty brings men to their knees.”
“You flatter me.”
“You’re susceptible to it,” said Edmund, “though it is that receptiveness that makes men susceptible to you. I tell you this now so you will be aware and on your guard.”
And it pleased him to see her frown.
i've been scribbling bits and pieces of it in the margins of my notebook, but who knows when the whole thing will actually pull together.
ooh maybe you might like also 'this side of the sun', which isisn'tis isn't pyro/bobby/rogue.
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“My spies are not a queen of Narnia,” he replied, leaning back in his seat, “whose beauty brings men to their knees.”
“You flatter me.”
“You’re susceptible to it,” said Edmund, “though it is that receptiveness that makes men susceptible to you. I tell you this now so you will be aware and on your guard.”
And it pleased him to see her frown.
i've been scribbling bits and pieces of it in the margins of my notebook, but who knows when the whole thing will actually pull together.
ooh maybe you might like also 'this side of the sun', which
isisn'tisisn't pyro/bobby/rogue.