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Beck (
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Week of 5/12 - 5/18 --- 2019
Mother Wit
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Mother Wit
nathaniel_zale
2019-06-01 10:37 pm UTC
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The bell on Nathaniel's newly conjured bike rang out from beside Eva's Asgardian... she-shed. Adorned and fancy as it was, the shelter that held the Queen's outdoor equipment was essentially a very lovely carriage house. Eva, the birthday girl, had disappeared into the she-shed in preparation of her almost daily bike ride around the palace grounds. Unbeknownst to the Queen, Nathaniel had planned to join her and even prepared a special birthday picnic. Full disclosure, Charlotte had prepared the actual food, Nathaniel was a terrible cook.
Ring- ring
. The bell chimed again and Nate suddenly understood Troy's obsession with his Librike. Annoying someone with a sound could become addicting. "I know you're in there," he teased without a smile, though it was implied. "I've brought wine," he added as an extra temptation.
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2019-06-01 11:12 pm UTC
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She'd been bent over her (more or less) work table, tinkering with something she hoped to share with Torben when it was ready, when she heard the familiar sound of a bike bell. Her own bike was a few feet behind her, but she hadn't intended on using it until later. Or maybe not at all. It was her birthday, after all.
"I know you're in there."
Oh my.
"I'd hope so!" she called back.
It was Nate
. Their wedding rings shared a mystical connection which doubled as a stalker app. The queen did a wide side-step to allow herself sight out of the small window on the side of the cottage she was facing. He... was on a bicycle. Her fond smirk deepened gradually until it turned into a grin and then a laugh. Her hands released her tools and Eva moved toward the door, then stopped and grabbed her bike. Right. Bike. "I love tipsy cycling," she confirmed as she walked the bike up next to Nate, then leaned in, hoping for a kiss. Her eyes spied the basket and she smiled with amusement at his gesture and the quaintness of it all.
"Since when do you ride?" she challenged in a gruffer tone than usual, then made an exaggerated swing of her leg to get onto
the bike
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