[Oh yes, she's got a hell of a body. That counts for less than she'd think, honestly; he appreciates it to be sure, but rockin' bods aren't uncommon, especially where he's from.]
Though on a personal level, if you asked me whether, all else being equal, I'd want the magical repair of existence to be done by people with warmth and positive feelings, I'd be inclined to say yes.
Well, triangles are the strongest, simplest figure, and three has some mystical significance because of that. Chicken and the egg situation, admittedly, but... you know, the same principle exists in a whole lot of belief systems, if not using the same metaphor.
Should there be time after staying a multiplanar apocalypse, perhaps I shall find the time to enjoy the feeling of being remembered. For now, there is work to do.
Shoot for a casual middle ground on the idle/action question, and as far as 'observing' the potential doom I was thinking more about flipping it the bird -- howsoever metaphorically you might wish to take that, as a lady of far more class and grace than I can aspire to possess. Defiance of nihilism is good for the soul.
How close? [Practically purring this, Morgan lets himself sprawl onto the table, the better to stretch forward enough to slip his fingers over his cheek and back into her hair. Hopefully the answer is 'very', because that's about to be her only option.]
[Morgan takes a moment to open his eyes after they part, his smile utterly happy. But when he does open them, well, that's when all the wickedness rushes right back in.]
My dear, I will give you one that stretches on for hours.
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