Javert ✍ 025

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Who: Inspector Javert and Naomi Javert (Hunter)
Where: Their condominium in the government district
Style: ... To be determined
Status: Closed closed closed

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The Inspector wasn't the only one taken by surprise at the latest unexpected twist of shockingly fortunate events in their lives.

As mentally guarded and prepared as Javert might have made himself that fateful day in the hospital waiting room, Naomi had known of her obviously declining health for months now, and of her terminal condition for years. And while it had been a frightening shock to her fragile system at first notice all those many years ago, the doctor had long since run through the various (and rather exhausting) stages of acceptance before finally arriving to a peaceful middle ground. After all of the emotional outbursts, the years spent searching desperately for some semblance of a cure, and the cold foreignness she'd felt in her own skin while fighting tooth-and-claw for her life against the thing growing inside of her, she'd finally met her impending demise head on with little challenge. Just as she'd dared to advise Solid Snake after injecting that deadly virus into his body so mercilessly and without care, she had

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Javert appraised her wryly over his shoulder. Between the brightened flicker from the fireplace, his deep weariness from the week and his bent-over posture, he greatly resembled some hard-nosed, grotesque hunchback ready to ring the tower bells. For a long while, longer than she might have liked, he regarded her silently and expectantly

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Though it was true that Naomi Hunter had always been one of the only residents of Somarium able to meet the Chief Inspector's critical stares straight on without any deep fright or senseless shivering, even she was feeling slightly uncomfortable with just how his probing gaze was constantly appraising her. She always managed to catch those thoughtful glances of his when he likely thought she wasn't paying attention. Like the way his eyes grazed smoothly over all of her obvious weak points (like her too-slender frame), almost like a hungry predator picking out the sickliest-looking deer.

It was mostly unnerving, but it only made the woman that much more determined to appear as normal and as well as possible while under his dark gaze. So as Javert finally joined her on their couch, the tiny woman straightened stubbornly under her thick blanket and shined a bright smile up at her husband as she reached for the unexpected gift. She needed to give off some kind of convincing appearance of strength for his sake

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"Good God," murmured Javert silkily through one parted corner of his mouth. Without removing his eyes from her, he picked up his wine glass and brought the rim to his lips. A coy light danced in his unblinking gaze. "It is paper, not fine Gyptian cotton. No need to treat it like a surgical patient