Daniel Christopher Morgan ☀ Morgaine Le Fay (tothenunnery) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-06-21 17:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | daniel morgan, mallory "frost" reynolds |
Who. Daniel Morgan & Frost
What. The leader of Camelot & his head of security talk strategy
Where. Camelot HQ, Daniel's office
When. Thursday night, June 21st 2012
Warnings. TBD?
The next piece on the game board had been moved, and now Camelot had a moment to breathe. The Agency's strategic move to put their support behind them hadn't been entirely unexpected, after all they'd done it before in previous wars, but it came as a relief to the current leader of Camelot all the same. With the extra backing they had been bought some much needed time to regroup and reform plans. This new alliance was beneficial to both parties involved for as long as both parties could remain in a strained agreement, which knowing Camelot and the Agency wouldn't last very long, but while it did Daniel planned to take full advantage of it. All eyes were on their new found allies for the moment, after the Agency's more than risky public move taking up figurative arms with them, so Camelot was in remission. It was time for a new angle.
Of course, it was increasingly hard to concentrate on new strategy angles when the angles of one Mallory 'Frost' Reynolds were currently doing their best to completely distract him from the task at hand. They'd been sitting together in his office for over two hours, trading information and ideas back and forth like professionals, because that's what they were. Professionals. One of the things he liked best about Frost was how composed she was, it made her all the more mind numbingly gorgeous (more so than she already was) when she finally let herself go. Daniel had come to live for those moments, his own little escape from the rest of his world, waiting for when she'd finally let herself come undone in his presence and he could bask in it. The first time it had happened, it had been just after she'd pulled him out of a dream where he'd seen his father, a day that seemed like ages ago now. Now, things were more simple, at least where the only two currently in the room were concerned.
After twenty agonizing minutes of arguing with her over new personal security measures, Daniel had finally conceded, as he usually did with Frost but only when it was just the two of them. In front of anyone else he was seen as more unreasonable and endlessly stubborn, but where Frost was usually concerned she was typically right about most things and he wasn't too proud a man to deny that. He just so happened to like arguing with her for arguments sake more than most other things. Most other things. A glint of satisfied amusement was in his eyes now as he leaned back in his chair, balancing a pen in between his thumb and pointer and looking out at Frost over the tip of it. "I still don't see why I need extra security outside my own quarters. If all the impressive security we've put in place everywhere else around the castle gets taken down, I highly doubt a single bedroom will stand a chance against whatever broke the rest of it."