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Bond. James Bond. (double_0_seven) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2016-01-15 22:11:00

Entry tags:

!closed, ~isa bond, ~james bond 2, ~john mitchell (oe)

Who? Bond & Isa
Where? Mitchell's
When? Some afternoon...
What? Daddy-daughter meeting
Open? To Kyt or Mitchell
Rating? Low - maybe language

Bond was in his usual position, propping up the bar with a whisky in front of him. He'd really been keeping mostly to himself since all of the island madness at Christmas. No matter how long he had been on the island, it was something he found difficult to process. Logic didn't come in to it, and it was often enough to make an average human from an average reality question their sanity.

So, to Mitchell's, turning to drink. It was his usual go-to when things weren't going well, even back in his own time.

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	isabond 2016-02-18 05:02 pm UTC (link)
	"Kytana," she said quietly before she noticed that the information provided wasn't enough. "Rogers." Her heart made a leap as she realised once again that her mother was very much alive. She remembered her smile. A hiccup of emotions almost escaped but she caught herself, found her composure. "You were never really together though. Not for long at least." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

double_0_seven
2016-02-19 10:43 pm UTC (link)

There was a definite flicker of thoughts rushing across his expression as she said the name. It was believable. It was possible, and now he was doing some quick maths in his head to figure out if- no, no, there was no way she was pregnant already. It had been over six months, she would definitely be showing, or have said- wouldn't she? He realised that he'd just been looking perplexed for a while. He should say something. Acknowledge it in some way.

"Right - eh - sorry, what was your name?" he asked, finally managing to form words again.

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isabond
2016-02-22 10:29 am UTC (link)

She waited silently sipping on her drink. The conversation had barely started and it was already half-empty. "Isa... Isa Bond," she said. The pause was too long to be a perfect mimicry of her father's catch-phrase and it certainly was not a conscious one. Her eyes flickered to him and back to the drink.

"You made the bargain that mum could pick the first name and I would carry your family name." Unimportant information to fill the silence. Waiting was a draining exercise.

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