Truce 'verse. Cureall's apartment. Looking for someone.

[random_xtras]

One moment the corridor outside Cureall's apartment door is empty.

And the next moment there's a swish and a tall, powerfully built human man is raising his hand to knock, his bright blue eyes creased in a deep frown.

The knock stirs up scolding from within, and the sound of small wings swooping about. He waits to see what else it brings.

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[violet-cure.livejournal.com]

She gives that smile a little kiss, and cuddles close to her love. "I will protect you now."

[kigan-starborn.livejournal.com]

His optics flicker, and then shut off as his engine starts to purr contentment. The hand that he'd put on her back moves slightly so that he's hugging her. He feels whole now; all his pieces are here.

[violet-cure.livejournal.com]

She sighs softly, listening to his engine hum as she curls closer to him.

[kigan-starborn.livejournal.com]

Kigan's snuzzling close, his optics dimmed as his weary systems ask for recharge, when Charlie's return makes him startle and whimper. What? Where? Yike!

[violet-cure.livejournal.com]

Cureall makes a soft shushing noise and turns to Charlie. "You scared him. Is all well?"

[random_xtras]

"Sorry." He frowns. But then his expression clears. "Yes, everything's fine. Cureall, would you like a job?"

Kigan listens to her soft sound and to her feelings, and hides his face against her.

[violet-cure.livejournal.com]

Cureall gently strokes the top of Kigan's head as she considers Charlie's offer. "A job? While this one is on leave to care for Kigan?"

[random_xtras]

"Your first duty would be tending him. But I'm asking if you'd like to become an agent of the network."

[violet-cure.livejournal.com]

"But...this one isn't magic like you or Kigan. How can she possibly be an agent?"