Single Guard Seeks Thief…

[conjuredskies]

...Wait, no, not that way.

Having been absent from his post for a couple of weeks or so, Felix is once again in Legion leathers and stationed outside the heavy rune-inscribed doors that mark ‘his’ portal. He’s sitting casually atop the desk draped with its red and black Imperial banner, turning something blue-white and glimmering over in his hand. A quill? A feather? Some sort of pin?

“How is it that when you want to find a particular sort of person, they’re nowhere to be found?” he asks, pushing his hood back. “Even when normally you’d be shaking them out of your pockets.”

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[conjuredskies]

"...Oh, I didn't mean it that way." He lifts a hand, quick to assure her all is well. "I meant he's not much for... analyzing matters." Actually Jim's been following up more than Felix expected, but he's not certain how much of that to share. It's not as if he had any claim on Jim's attention.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Ah." Okay, good, she'd be really upset if either of them was hurting the other's feelings. "I think he's allergic to thinking about things. He'd probably say that's what he has Spock for."

She's naturally curious about how things are going between them, but so long as neither of them is too upset she doesn't need details. (She'd only feel like she needs details if things were going badly so she'd know who to yell at.)

[conjuredskies]

"Not everything's meant to be overthought. Spock would be...?"

[brave_heart_verity]

"His first officer. I haven't met him yet, but Jim says we'd get along, so I'm not sure if that's a good thing..."

[conjuredskies]

"I can't imagine it's a bad one." He gives her a perfectly ordinary smile this time. "Just to forewarn you, I'll probably be away for the next few days - errands to run, that kind of thing." Wow is he stretching the word 'errand', but... it's just about calling on a Prince and asking a favor, right?

"I'll try to bring the books next time I'm in. It's going to be all theory and mental exercises for a while, anyway." He runs a hand through his hair, deep in thought for a moment. "You know, I can't even remember when I started."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Okay. Thanks for letting me know." She knows her friends shouldn't have to deal with her issues, but she's glad so many of them are willing to take it in stride (for a while). The details of where he's going and what he's doing are, she assumes, classified; she won't ask. "Does that mean Stratos will send some other cute soldier to sit at the desk and flirt with people?"

If that was meant to be a warning, she doesn't look very daunted. She's not afraid of academic work. "I have a lot of catching up to do, I know. I promise I'll be diligent, even if I'm not talented. I won't waste your time."

[conjuredskies]

She might be less pleased if Stratos comes around looking for him...

"He doesn't have anyone like me. Well, maybe Sir Celann, but he's not the sort of cute you mean." Felix grins. "Maybe Stratos will have to do it himself for a change."

He's giving her a patently amused look at that last. "Of course you won't. Verity, it's me, remember? Felix? The fun one? We're not in any rush."

[brave_heart_verity]

And certainly more confused.

"Well, they can't all be like you. People would be inventing reasons for needing the army to do all kinds of things just to see the cute soldiers running around." The idea of Stratos getting stuck behind the desk makes her snort. "Samus might enjoy that."

"I know. I just. There are some things I take seriously."

[conjuredskies]

“He is an accomplished desk-sitter. If it pleases Samus…” He shrugs, even if he’s shaking his head dubiously.

“Then I expect you’ll make a good healer even under my instruction.”

[brave_heart_verity]

"The easiest prey is the one with the predictable schedule." Like, oh, desk-sitting assignments.

"And I'm sure you'll be a great teacher. You've always been patient with me, and I appreciate that."