no_sin_but: (bzuh?)
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Marlowe stands in the living room, hands in his pockets and studying the ceiling. If he listens, he can hear Aife (or rather, Alisa) and Sascha talking and plotting. Alisa Vladimirevna is too much, really.

Mary Anne?

Date: 2007-10-25 05:39 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (remembering)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
A hundred years and worlds away, Mary Anne looks up.


She very nearly keeps all the tension she's feeling out of her voice.

Date: 2007-10-25 05:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I think I might have a person that belongs to you, although I'm not sure. I think my boyfriend is currently laying claim to her genius.

Date: 2007-10-25 05:43 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (the people that we love)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
If there is anything like a mental sigh of relief, Marlowe hears it now.

Thank God. She's shielding herself from the rest of the family, so we couldn't--

She takes a slow, deep breath, then lets it out.

I'll be right there.

And then, she is.

Date: 2007-10-25 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Picking up on my bad habits, is she?" Marlowe murmurs in amusement. It's a small apartment, really just two rooms plus a bathroom and a kitchen, so the voices are easy enough to be heard - Aife's light chatter with Sascha's lower voice.

Date: 2007-10-25 05:53 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (golden)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
Aife's chatter pauses for a significant moment and Mary Anne feels her daughter's shields creep slowly down.

You, me and your father are having a sit-down when we get back. Until then, feel free to keep talking to the nice young man.

There's a mental wince.

Sorry I made you worry, Mom.

Mary Anne smiles. You could have landed in worse company. We'll talk more at home.

And the light chatter resumes with a quick, "Sorry, lost my train of thought. Anyway..."

"Hopefully not all of them," Mary Anne replies to Marlowe.

"How'd you find her?"

Date: 2007-10-25 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I didn't - she called. Sascha found her in Red Square."

Date: 2007-10-25 05:56 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (facepalm)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
Mary Anne rolls her eyes.

"Good lord...was it the fact that you're here that possessed her to pick that place, or did she just get absurdly lucky?"

Date: 2007-10-25 05:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I think a little bit of both - this Russia is hard to find."

Date: 2007-10-25 06:00 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (not all there)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She sighs, running a hand through her hair.

"I owe you one."

Date: 2007-10-25 06:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He shakes his head.

"You owe Sascha. If she wants to come back? She needs to ask first so we can get her the right shit, she has the worst luck for running into guards."

Date: 2007-10-25 06:07 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (hurt myself today)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
Mary Anne laughs softly (tiredly).

"She's my girl, alright. We'll talk to her tonight, let her know just why she needs to let someone know where she's going. And if--once we think she's ready to travel by herself--she want to come back, I'll give you a heads up."

Date: 2007-10-25 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Thank you."

"She's a good enough liar, to come back," comes a voice, Sascha's voice, from where the Russian stands in the doorway. Not tall, although taller than Marlowe, with a Slav's blond hair and broadcheekbones and a librarian's wire glasses on his nose.

Date: 2007-10-25 06:18 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (turn)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
Mary Anne's laugh is lighter this time.

"That, I think, she gets from her father. He'll be thrilled when I tell him."

Date: 2007-10-25 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You are not supposed to be encouraging her," Marlowe points out to Sascha. Sascha shrugs, and smiles.

"Don't be a grouch, Nikita. She is a good liar, with the right prompts."

"Brilliant." Marlowe's tone is sour.

Date: 2007-10-25 06:23 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (plotting)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
"I doubt she takes much encouragement at all."



Date: 2007-10-25 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'm more of a Nicholas than a Christof." His soft voice is flat.

Date: 2007-10-25 06:26 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (prettier than thou)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She just smiles.

"Never said it didn't suit. It's just...unexpected."

Date: 2007-10-25 06:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Nicholas Sergeyevich Zoshchenko, otherwise known as Marlowe, just looks at her. Suspiciously, with older brother paranoia.

Sascha hides a laugh with a cough.

Date: 2007-10-25 06:38 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (smile)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
Mary Anne turns her smile on Sascha.

"And you're the one I have to thank for helping my daughter."

The smile softens, becomes a touch more serious. "Thank you so very much. I had no idea where she'd gone say I was tearing my hair out is an understatement. I'm in your debt."

Date: 2007-10-25 06:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sascha looks at her, and although the kindess and good-humour is still there, he looks more serious now.

"My pleasure, comrade." He doesn't say 'no problem', or 'no need' - he bribed a guard in public, dismissed him in public, and those things do not go unnoticed. But.

Even KGB, he is what he is.

Date: 2007-10-25 06:45 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (regal)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She nods.

"If there comes a time when you need a favor, let me know."

He saved her daughter.

This thing will not go unnoticed.

Date: 2007-10-25 06:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He nods.

"She is in the kitchen, presumably eavesdropping."

Date: 2007-10-28 02:55 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (who me?)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
Mary Anne can't help smirking.

"No 'presumably' about it. You alright, honey?" she asks, pitching her voice to carry.

"Fine, Mom," Aife says, peering around Sascha.

Date: 2007-11-01 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Must run in the family."

Marlowe shoots Sascha an amused glance. "You're a fine one to talk."


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