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Myka Bering (agent_bering) wrote in makebelievelog,

Myka opened the door and a relieved gasped, or was it a laugh, issued from her at the sight of both Claudia and HG. In the back of her mind, something relaxed, something said this wasn’t a mirror trapping her forever down a rabbit hole, or this wasn’t some Noir Mystery novel that could kill her on the pages.

“Claudia!” She immediately stepped forward and embraced the younger woman. “Oh, am I glad to see you.” Touch was an amazing thing, it had such a grounding ability. She noted the Twizzlers in Claudia’s hand – Claudia, however quirky she thought she was, however socially maladjusted she thought she was, was someone who kept her word. Myka would take someone like that over a bubbly, Glinda-esque social butterfly.

Myka stepped back and turned to HG and then embarrassment stopped her from reaching out to also embrace the Victorian woman. Embarrassment of the kind that fluttered in her stomach every time she saw HG and also seemed to have a cord connected to the corners of her mouth that made a smile linger the longer she looked at the other woman.

She bit her lip and looked down for a moment before meeting the other woman’s eyes again. “I’m glad to see you, too.” And suddenly she wondered, amidst being kidnapped why she should stop to focus on giddy feelings. She shoved that all out of the way and moved back to let them come in.

“Someone’s going to have to explain to me why I can’t blame Pete for this.”