Margaret - 053
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Spartan II | Margaret - 053
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Brown eyes warm a little as she gently takes the bunch from him. Dipping her head, she inhales the soft aroma with a warm smile.
Looking over the top of the bundle of purples and greens she chuckles, "someone's having a slow day."
Allowing a pause to linger, she leans in and places a quick -
Looking over the top of the bundle of purples and greens she chuckles, "someone's having a slow day."
Allowing a pause to linger, she leans in and places a quick -
Fred, you tried to avoid cliche and ended up in it anyway.
(𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥.)
(𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥.)
December 3, 2025 at 5:55 PM
Brown eyes warm a little as she gently takes the bunch from him. Dipping her head, she inhales the soft aroma with a warm smile.
Looking over the top of the bundle of purples and greens she chuckles, "someone's having a slow day."
Allowing a pause to linger, she leans in and places a quick -
Looking over the top of the bundle of purples and greens she chuckles, "someone's having a slow day."
Allowing a pause to linger, she leans in and places a quick -
She answers the door in a pair of joggers and a simple vest top. At first an expression of drawn together brows and quizzical lips appear, but they quickly change at seeing Fred.
"Hello you," she grins, her nose catching an aroma of something soft. Her eyes search him for a -
"Hello you," she grins, her nose catching an aroma of something soft. Her eyes search him for a -
After much consideration, Fred managed to put together a humble bouquet of lavender and eucalyptus.
Ringing the chime at @spartan053.bsky.social’s quarters, he hopes to deliver them, in person.
Roland told him she’d be here.
Ringing the chime at @spartan053.bsky.social’s quarters, he hopes to deliver them, in person.
Roland told him she’d be here.
December 2, 2025 at 11:28 PM
She answers the door in a pair of joggers and a simple vest top. At first an expression of drawn together brows and quizzical lips appear, but they quickly change at seeing Fred.
"Hello you," she grins, her nose catching an aroma of something soft. Her eyes search him for a -
"Hello you," she grins, her nose catching an aroma of something soft. Her eyes search him for a -
She does have a free afternoon...
November 28, 2025 at 9:48 PM
She does have a free afternoon...
It's a wonder that either of them will get anything done today.
She has his 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 attention.
November 28, 2025 at 9:41 PM
It's a wonder that either of them will get anything done today.
Reposted by Margaret - 053
" 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."
November 28, 2025 at 4:31 PM
" 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."
Yep. Yep.
Just peachyy...
Just peachyy...
It IS a little warm in here…
You alright?
You alright?
November 28, 2025 at 4:26 PM
Yep. Yep.
Just peachyy...
Just peachyy...
I know you'd do the same
*With a soft lift of her lips, she polishes off the rest of her coffee.*
How about we drop by the sims?
*With a soft lift of her lips, she polishes off the rest of her coffee.*
How about we drop by the sims?
*He’s grateful for the contact, and gives that hand a gentle squeeze.*
Yes. We do.
*A pause*
Thank you.
Yes. We do.
*A pause*
Thank you.
*She knew the feeling. With a soft hum, she traces her fingers down his arm and laces them with his.*
Whatever it is, we've got it.
Whatever it is, we've got it.
November 28, 2025 at 11:33 AM
I know you'd do the same
*With a soft lift of her lips, she polishes off the rest of her coffee.*
How about we drop by the sims?
*With a soft lift of her lips, she polishes off the rest of her coffee.*
How about we drop by the sims?
She's just trying her hand at a little dancing.
November 23, 2025 at 7:07 PM
She's just trying her hand at a little dancing.
i guess a part of me likes to talk to you.
November 23, 2025 at 1:21 PM
A loud satisfying pop elicits a contented sigh, and feeling the weight of his gaze she flashes him a grin.
Don’t mind him being totally captivated while he finishes his breakfast…
November 18, 2025 at 4:05 PM
A loud satisfying pop elicits a contented sigh, and feeling the weight of his gaze she flashes him a grin.
*She knew the feeling. With a soft hum, she traces her fingers down his arm and laces them with his.*
Whatever it is, we've got it.
Whatever it is, we've got it.
*He shook his head*
Probably both. I don’t know, but my gut won’t let it go.
Probably both. I don’t know, but my gut won’t let it go.
I'm not that distracting.
*Breathing a chuckle, her brows press together in concern.*
Is that something you, or the current situation?
*Breathing a chuckle, her brows press together in concern.*
Is that something you, or the current situation?
November 12, 2025 at 11:04 PM
*She knew the feeling. With a soft hum, she traces her fingers down his arm and laces them with his.*
Whatever it is, we've got it.
Whatever it is, we've got it.
I'm not that distracting.
*Breathing a chuckle, her brows press together in concern.*
Is that something you, or the current situation?
*Breathing a chuckle, her brows press together in concern.*
Is that something you, or the current situation?
Besides you?
*He arched a brow as he sipped at his coffee*
Something is off, can’t identify it.
*He arched a brow as he sipped at his coffee*
Something is off, can’t identify it.
*Chuckling, she taps the side of her mug. Her brows furrow just a little while her smile remains soft.*
Something on your mind?
Something on your mind?
November 12, 2025 at 8:28 PM
I'm not that distracting.
*Breathing a chuckle, her brows press together in concern.*
Is that something you, or the current situation?
*Breathing a chuckle, her brows press together in concern.*
Is that something you, or the current situation?
*Chuckling, she taps the side of her mug. Her brows furrow just a little while her smile remains soft.*
Something on your mind?
Something on your mind?
*He acts mock offended, for just a second, but her smile quickly dissolves it.*
Something like that. Sleep eludes me.
Something like that. Sleep eludes me.
Someone has to be.
*She smiles into the short peck before retrieving her own cup.*
Long night?
*She smiles into the short peck before retrieving her own cup.*
Long night?
November 12, 2025 at 6:54 PM
*Chuckling, she taps the side of her mug. Her brows furrow just a little while her smile remains soft.*
Something on your mind?
Something on your mind?
Someone has to be.
*She smiles into the short peck before retrieving her own cup.*
Long night?
*She smiles into the short peck before retrieving her own cup.*
Long night?
Marg, you’re a life saver.
*He’ll gladly take the cup, and thank her with a little kiss*
*He’ll gladly take the cup, and thank her with a little kiss*
*slides him a fresh, steaming cup of coffee.*
November 12, 2025 at 6:46 PM
Someone has to be.
*She smiles into the short peck before retrieving her own cup.*
Long night?
*She smiles into the short peck before retrieving her own cup.*
Long night?
*slides him a fresh, steaming cup of coffee.*
*gentle yawn for a big guy*
Anyone got coffee ready?
Anyone got coffee ready?
November 12, 2025 at 5:32 PM
*slides him a fresh, steaming cup of coffee.*
"I guess we do."
Arching a brow, she gives his hand a squeeze while considering his offer. Maybe it would be nice. She'd often found herself jolting awake in the night, and while it was easily fixed with anything that required exertion, it still irritated her.
"Stay?"
Admittedly, things -
Arching a brow, she gives his hand a squeeze while considering his offer. Maybe it would be nice. She'd often found herself jolting awake in the night, and while it was easily fixed with anything that required exertion, it still irritated her.
"Stay?"
Admittedly, things -
hers. It wasn’t something he’d expected to need either.
He also wasn’t letting go for a while.
“You want to… stay here tonight?”
He also wasn’t letting go for a while.
“You want to… stay here tonight?”
November 9, 2025 at 10:55 PM
"I guess we do."
Arching a brow, she gives his hand a squeeze while considering his offer. Maybe it would be nice. She'd often found herself jolting awake in the night, and while it was easily fixed with anything that required exertion, it still irritated her.
"Stay?"
Admittedly, things -
Arching a brow, she gives his hand a squeeze while considering his offer. Maybe it would be nice. She'd often found herself jolting awake in the night, and while it was easily fixed with anything that required exertion, it still irritated her.
"Stay?"
Admittedly, things -
Reposted by Margaret - 053
November 7, 2025 at 5:24 AM
It wasn't. Not really. It yet. It was just a tool. Something that enabled her to keep at it.
"I know. Not much scares you."
As much as it bothered her, she knew it bothered him less.
"It's not the same," is all she offers by way of explanation as she wiggles her fingers against the -
"I know. Not much scares you."
As much as it bothered her, she knew it bothered him less.
"It's not the same," is all she offers by way of explanation as she wiggles her fingers against the -
“I expect nothing less.” Fred’s voice became softer, and he reached to take her offered hand.
A flash of a memory was brought o by her words.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸.
“You didn’t need to switch hands, Marg. I’m not afraid of your prosthetic. It’s still you.”
A flash of a memory was brought o by her words.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸.
“You didn’t need to switch hands, Marg. I’m not afraid of your prosthetic. It’s still you.”
She looks at him over her glass. Her brows drop with a soft smile, and a content sigh.
"I don't give up easily."
He knew that more than most. Maybe more than anyone...
"None of us do."
Bittersweetness touches her words briefly, as she swaps her drink to her prosthetic and holds out her hand.
"I don't give up easily."
He knew that more than most. Maybe more than anyone...
"None of us do."
Bittersweetness touches her words briefly, as she swaps her drink to her prosthetic and holds out her hand.
November 8, 2025 at 12:10 AM
It wasn't. Not really. It yet. It was just a tool. Something that enabled her to keep at it.
"I know. Not much scares you."
As much as it bothered her, she knew it bothered him less.
"It's not the same," is all she offers by way of explanation as she wiggles her fingers against the -
"I know. Not much scares you."
As much as it bothered her, she knew it bothered him less.
"It's not the same," is all she offers by way of explanation as she wiggles her fingers against the -
She looks at him over her glass. Her brows drop with a soft smile, and a content sigh.
"I don't give up easily."
He knew that more than most. Maybe more than anyone...
"None of us do."
Bittersweetness touches her words briefly, as she swaps her drink to her prosthetic and holds out her hand.
"I don't give up easily."
He knew that more than most. Maybe more than anyone...
"None of us do."
Bittersweetness touches her words briefly, as she swaps her drink to her prosthetic and holds out her hand.
Fred took another sip, and found it growing on him too.
“I’ll take ‘passable’.” He grinned, watching her enjoy the drink.
When she mentioned being home, he stepped a little closer.
“And I’m glad to have you home. Safe.”
“I’ll take ‘passable’.” He grinned, watching her enjoy the drink.
When she mentioned being home, he stepped a little closer.
“And I’m glad to have you home. Safe.”
- more. Even the off balance flavour was beginning to grow on her.
"Makes it feel good to be home," she relents softly.
"Makes it feel good to be home," she relents softly.
November 7, 2025 at 11:52 PM
She looks at him over her glass. Her brows drop with a soft smile, and a content sigh.
"I don't give up easily."
He knew that more than most. Maybe more than anyone...
"None of us do."
Bittersweetness touches her words briefly, as she swaps her drink to her prosthetic and holds out her hand.
"I don't give up easily."
He knew that more than most. Maybe more than anyone...
"None of us do."
Bittersweetness touches her words briefly, as she swaps her drink to her prosthetic and holds out her hand.
Freshly poured, and icy cold. The drink was definitely hitting the spot. A mix of citrusy sweetness and sour tartness rolls off her tongue with just a little more sweetness than she would've liked.
Still, it was good.
"Passable," she offers slowly, before trying some -
Still, it was good.
"Passable," she offers slowly, before trying some -
He’d saved the best part of the toast for last, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.
The light clink of their glasses sealed the toast and he tipped his glass along with hers.
A second on the tongue before he arched his brow. It was new combination, to be sure.
“Well, what do you think? Do I pass muster?”
The light clink of their glasses sealed the toast and he tipped his glass along with hers.
A second on the tongue before he arched his brow. It was new combination, to be sure.
“Well, what do you think? Do I pass muster?”
- their glasses together gently.
"To safe returns," she repeats. It was by far the most important part.
"Let's see how you score on taste..." bringing the glass to her lips, she makes a show of gingerly tilting as she tastes a sip.
"To safe returns," she repeats. It was by far the most important part.
"Let's see how you score on taste..." bringing the glass to her lips, she makes a show of gingerly tilting as she tastes a sip.
November 6, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Freshly poured, and icy cold. The drink was definitely hitting the spot. A mix of citrusy sweetness and sour tartness rolls off her tongue with just a little more sweetness than she would've liked.
Still, it was good.
"Passable," she offers slowly, before trying some -
Still, it was good.
"Passable," she offers slowly, before trying some -