she can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time

[anna_cornovia]

Anna has found herself a hidey-hole, not far from Stigmata; a place where she can safely stash things acquired in the Nexus and points beyond, and not have to worry about explaining them at home. Among these is a cloth-bound notebook -- and a ballpoint pen, which Anna thinks is the neatest thing, and would like to keep forever

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[le_desirous]

Sagramore has just been released by Mordred and made his way back to the multiverse on his way home. He pauses, however, when he sees Anna; he's known her since the first time he saw her, known her for who she will be, and the loneliest place inside him is certain it could be satisfied--

He tries not to think like that (he's older than she is, finally, and she doesn't know him, can't be expected, as young and beautiful and vicious as she is, to want even to dally with an aging, sick knight). All the same, he can't help watching her, her slender, wise hands, her dark eyes, the mouth that in her future and his past he'll give anything to kiss. These things are both new and familiar to him. He can't help looking.

[anna_cornovia]

And after a moment she can't help but sense the scrutiny; she looks up, closing the book neatly -- another benefit of her magic pen, the ink dries so fast -- and says, politely, "Sir?"

[le_desirous]

"My lady." He bows, a little stiffly--the wound still hurts a great deal--but low and courtly. "I've seen you here often, but never with a retinue. Have you a knight?"

[anna_cornovia]

"No, sir." Very meekly -- which she cannot know that he will know is a cover for her bitter amusement; that would be an excellent way to draw attention to herself, wouldn't it?