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tampered2007-01-11 09:20 am
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Log; COMPLETED!
When; Yesterday-ish? Early Jan. 10th let's say
Rating; G
Characters; Mulder![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
m1jac0ge0 & Freyjadour dawn_shower
Summary; Mulder and Frey finally get some coherent interaction? Hopefully?
Log;
The “apartment” (that was what they called these little houses it seemed, stacked on top of each other) that Freyjadour had settled in probably wasn’t small but having spent all of yesterday milling about this place he was feeling just a little caged. The Sun Palace was spacious and even then he’d been allowed to wander the city at his leisure. And with the traveling in the past months…staying still in one place had become a bit of a foreign concept to the rebel prince.
Taking a tray with him he headed back to the spare room that his temporary guest had settled in. Mr. Mulder, that girl had called him. And since the man had been in no shape for introduction when Freyjadour met him he’d just called him that. He’d woken up sometime yesterday but the disjointed sentences and words made little sense to Freyjadour. The Dawn Rune had healed the man’s injuries but there was little that it could do for his state of mind.
“Mr. Mulder?” he queried quietly, knocking lightly on the door though it wasn’t completely closed. Jowy had come yesterday and with the other boy’s help Freyjadour had managed to learn how to cook this “canned soup.” It wasn’t good by any stretch of the term but it was edible. “May I come in?” he asked politely, not really expecting an answer, at least not one that made sense.
Rating; G
Characters; Mulder
m1jac0ge0 & Freyjadour dawn_showerSummary; Mulder and Frey finally get some coherent interaction? Hopefully?
Log;
The “apartment” (that was what they called these little houses it seemed, stacked on top of each other) that Freyjadour had settled in probably wasn’t small but having spent all of yesterday milling about this place he was feeling just a little caged. The Sun Palace was spacious and even then he’d been allowed to wander the city at his leisure. And with the traveling in the past months…staying still in one place had become a bit of a foreign concept to the rebel prince.
Taking a tray with him he headed back to the spare room that his temporary guest had settled in. Mr. Mulder, that girl had called him. And since the man had been in no shape for introduction when Freyjadour met him he’d just called him that. He’d woken up sometime yesterday but the disjointed sentences and words made little sense to Freyjadour. The Dawn Rune had healed the man’s injuries but there was little that it could do for his state of mind.
“Mr. Mulder?” he queried quietly, knocking lightly on the door though it wasn’t completely closed. Jowy had come yesterday and with the other boy’s help Freyjadour had managed to learn how to cook this “canned soup.” It wasn’t good by any stretch of the term but it was edible. “May I come in?” he asked politely, not really expecting an answer, at least not one that made sense.