Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything. PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, ETC, Full starter or pic prompt, drop it like it's hot Brackets or Prose whatever you're comfortable with Tag and go!
"To protect you." A reminder, though it's unclear if she speak to admonish, or with contempt. Fact is fact.
From what, or who, or why - well. She no doubt has her reasons. And once York is deeply seated in his power, he can confront her on that. But, she doubts that will be any time soon.
"You have an inventive imagination, but the television-box is not correct. Such curses would be Mesopotamian in origin." She licks her fingers, finished with her meal, and settles to watch him eat his lo-mein.
"Something like that." Very much something. Whatever it was he'll figure it out later.
When he's pretty sure it won't get done to him over again for reasons. Sneaky, motherly reasons. "Soo...finish up the UK, do Mesopotamia instead? I don't know that we've got a class on those."
Tying this venture in with his actual degree has taken some creative accounting for credit hours and the like. "I'll dig around, see what I can't swing. How were your ribs?"
no subject
From what, or who, or why - well. She no doubt has her reasons. And once York is deeply seated in his power, he can confront her on that. But, she doubts that will be any time soon.
"You have an inventive imagination, but the television-box is not correct. Such curses would be Mesopotamian in origin." She licks her fingers, finished with her meal, and settles to watch him eat his lo-mein.
no subject
When he's pretty sure it won't get done to him over again for reasons. Sneaky, motherly reasons. "Soo...finish up the UK, do Mesopotamia instead? I don't know that we've got a class on those."
Tying this venture in with his actual degree has taken some creative accounting for credit hours and the like. "I'll dig around, see what I can't swing. How were your ribs?"
He asks, slurping down a mouthful of noodles.