LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 61
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 16, 2024 19:00:09 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Mar 13, 2022 19:56:48 GMT
The roaring fire was a nice touch. Spring might have been approaching Mystic Falls, sending a riot of flowers – none of which he could name – up out of the ground and budding the trees In green, but the afternoon had arrived in a squall of cold wind and stinging rain. Stood out in it while one of Ingrid’s clients in town had ‘friends’ over for a little business meeting had left Luc gritting his teeth, bitching about it – in the back of his mind of course, speaking it aloud would only guarantee it got back to Ingrid. Undoubtedly she’d picked his position for the shift, her or her smiling major domo. Rowan had climbed out of her car looking like she’d walked straight out of that cheesy film about government agents dealing with aliens. He’d returned her sugary smile with one that was a shade more bitter, dashing off a sloppy salute that she’d ignored.
Hands curled around his glass now, eyes set on the fire crackling merrily in the hearth, Luc snorted. Crawling back up the ranks indeed. He shifted, stretching the fingers of the other hand out to feel the warmth wash over them. At the rate Ingrid was going he was still going to be on the lowest rung, keening like a puppy to be allowed higher, in the next century. She could hold a grudge like no other woman he’d ever met. Blue eyes narrowed, that heat sparking in his own chest. Perhaps he’d melted the ice queen a little before he’d left that first time. Ingrid would never have let him know, it was rare that the surface ice ever melted. It could’ve been that absence had made the heart grow fonder …
That had him laughing out loud, earning him a look from the couple at the next table. Luc’s smile sharpened as he raised his glass to them. One last gulp and it was empty. Trying to second guess Ingrid was like figuring out the mystery of the Sphinx. He wasn’t going to do it even in his life time. Perhaps he should’ve been like Hector. No entanglements, sticking to the salty mistress of the sea. Staring down into his empty glass, Luc grunted. There was a reason he’d left Ingrid in the first place and a reason he’d left the sea behind. He had to stand by those choices, as far as he could when he was trying to go back on the first at least.
Knowing that when morning came he’d be back outside that pretentious mansion while Senator Milton continued his little conference Luc pushed his way to his feet to fetch another drink from the bar. Might as well stay warm and well lubricated with the best rum the town had to offer while he could. He skirted around a knot of college students at the bar, looking like they were barely old enough to pull off their fake IDs. The bartender who’d served him earlier was giving them the stink eye. No booze for the kiddies.
One stepped back as Luc was almost past, leaving him skipping out into the aisle between the tables. The kid whirled on him, hands up. ”Sorry man, didn’t see you …” Luc sighed, lifting a hand to wave the kid off as the boy’s eyes slid past him. The wolf whistle went up sharp. Hitching brows, Luc glanced towards the door that had just swung open with a little gust of that damp cold slipping in. It wasn’t his ice queen in the doorway leaving him shivering.
Luc waved the kid off, knowing that the withering look he got from Ingrid would likely be punishment enough. He skirted the boys and slipped between two stools at the bar, wondering if Ingrid would purposefully storm away from him or whether she’d acknowledge him and drift in. ”A rum and coke, thanks,” he requested of the blonde woman behind the bar, one who radiated warmth in comparison to Ingrid’s cool. ”And whatever the lady would like. What can she get you?” Luc’s smile was as warm as the fire, not an ounce of his contemplation visible now. His brows hitched. Not a stepped missed in his attempt to win Ingrid over once more.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Apr 28, 2022 20:01:12 GMT
❝ If I Am Anything At All...
I Am A Dragon❞
It had been a few weeks now since Luc’s return. As Rowan had guessed his return had rattled her somewhat. If anyone had gotten close to breaking the impenetrable walls of ice, she had built around her. Though even then he hadn’t quite gotten through them all. It’s what made his ultimatum that more painful. Half of everything she had built? She had built it after having lost everything. Her home, her family… everything lost in one fell swoop. In the end she had been the only one that she could count on. Especially after being betrayed by those who she thought would help her. She had refused and he had left her without a second thought. So, whatever they had shared couldn’t have meant that much to him. They both had their pride… and it had cost them both.
Now with him back she still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it. Forcing him at arm’s length and then some. The thought of him was always there in the back of her head but running a multimillion security business certainly had managed to keep her occupied… in fact the first-time thoughts of him had been bought to the forefront was when she seen he had been selected by Rowan for a security detail. She was meeting with the senator today and she noted that he was outdoor security.
She didn’t question it and simply went to her meeting, striding past all her security in place outside the mansion. Working her usual charm that she reserved for customers, as they continued their negotiations. By the time she left, the security detail had switched, Luc was gone, and it was pouring it down with rain. The ground swimming with water… it had clearly been raining for a while.
One of her guards offered her an umbrella to walk across to her car. Not that she minded a little rainwater, but she walked to the car under the umbrella, reasonably protected from the elements. In moments her car was peeling off in the rain and she looked out the window, the sound of the car’s window wipers almost hypnotic as she listened, she was driven through town.
Deciding for herself that she wasn’t ready to go back to the hotel room, she spotted a bar across the street and flicked her gaze to her driver in his rear-view mirror, ” Pull over.” She commanded, and the driver didn’t hesitate as he safely pulled the car over on the side of the street. The passenger guard getting out, as she always had a shadow. This time she didn’t wait for an umbrella as she strode across the sidewalk and into the bar.
Coincidence… that Luc would just so happen to be in this bar. She paused momentarily in the doorway, the guard right behind her. As he door closing behind her guard, stopping the frigid cold air from sweeping in the bar, he took a stoic stance next to the door, ever a silent shadow. A wolf whistle bought her back to her senses as she flicked her glare to the boys that had done it. Icicles seemed to drop behind her as she made her way over to the bar, just as she heard him offer to get her a drink. She contemplated for a moment, actually staying or not. She couldn’t avoid him forever but still that smile of his just seemed to infuriate her, ” Red please…” She requested of the bartender as she undid her coat belt slipping it off and placing it on the stool next to him while sitting on the one next to her jacket, deliberately still keeping that space, ” Still a little wet after the shift change?” She commented as the girl behind the bar returned with their drinks and she nodded her head in thanks.
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 61
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 16, 2024 19:00:09 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on May 16, 2022 20:08:45 GMT
Crewing with Ingrid had been an entirely different beast to those decades on board Hector’s ship. Both kept a tight crew but Hector would allow his people to cut loose on shore. They’d pillaged their way up and down the coasts of a half dozen countries, laying low in harbours all through the eastern seaboard of America, the Caribbean and the ports that dotted Europe’s coast like fleas on a dog’s back. It had been those adventures that had put the hunters on to them in the end but while it had lasted it had been something incredible. Enough alcohol to fill for hold of the ship poured down their own throats – women and song to go with all that wine and rum. A hedonist’s delight.
Ingrid. Oh how the tides had changed. Luc had snorted over it the first time he had gone ashore with Ingrid’s people. Tight ship was the mildest way of putting it. They weren’t to draw attention to themselves or bring the eyes of men like the Brotherhood upon them. To risk the ship would result in a quick and probably severing of the agreement that had brought him on board in the first place. Luc had expected he would struggle with the restriction of it but it had felt less like a straight jacket than he had imagined. There was freedom enough, even if Ingrid did not take it herself.
Perhaps that was what made Ingrid’s appearance at the door of Campbell’s so shocking. The chances that she was here to warm up by the fireplace with a gin and tonic or a glass of the town’s best – and really it wasn’t even close – rum, were slim to none. A glass of wine expensive enough to buy a new boat with seemed more her speed. So perhaps …
It was ego that had him considering that perhaps she was here for him rather than the liquor or ambience. Luc’s gaze cut past her before he bellied up to the bar, settling for a moment on the guard who never would’ve left his mistress alone. They were decent from what he’d seen, obedient little puppies, even if not all of them had teeth sharp enough for this part of the job. He caught the glare Ingrid shot the college boys in the mirror and chuckled lightly. His charm worked on the bartender at least, earning him one in return. ”A glass of the house red too, please.” She turned immediately to fetch the drinks, leaving him to turn and watch Ingrid slip from her jacket and ease up onto the stool.
Luc brushed a hand over his own hair, free of the tiny diamond like droplets that clung to Ingrid’s platinum waves now. He tucked a mahogany wave behind his ear. A little long perhaps, in need of a trim if Ingrid was going to insist on her operatives meeting a certain standard – one he would always fall short of given their history. ”Just a little,” he admitted as the drinks were set down. He saw the bartender ring it up and nudged another twenty over the bar. ”I didn’t expect you to get caught in the downpour. The guards are slacking if they can’t even get an umbrella up in time.” A hint of smug touched Luc’s grin as he saw the guard he hadn’t bought a drink for stiffening behind him.
Slipping from between the seats, Luc inclined his head back towards the fireplace. Nobody had rushed in to toss his jacket aside for the prized spot yet. He hadn’t intended to leave it until a lot later tonight, although he’d be sober as a judge walking out at last call. ”Do you care to warm up by the fire? It’s not like they used to be but I guess some skills certainly slide over the years.” It wasn’t necessary anymore. People didn’t feel the savage bite of the damp in places that were practically hovels. Places where he’d watched Ingrid curl up beneath the mountain of quilts as he had used the heat inside of himself to light a fire neither one of them had really needed but sometimes it was just the impression of something that matter.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on May 27, 2022 11:09:45 GMT
❝ If I Am Anything At All...
I Am A Dragon❞
That is all life seemed to be for Ingrid at the moment. Hotel room, going out to seemingly endless client meeting, or the office. She never really had any downtime to speak of. Worked from the sun rising to the sun setting. Though she was in charge of herself, one of the perks of owning your own multi million security company. You made your own schedule.
Once she got in the bar and seen Luc sitting there… well that had just been a coincidence. She hadn’t come in here looking for him… and wondered if she instantly regretted coming in here. Getting wolf whistled at had her glaring at the group of idiots. The ice of her glare instantly stopped them in their tracks, and she strolled past them toward the bar where Luc sat. Upon getting there she requested a glass of red when Luc asked if she wanted a drink. Slipping off her jacket and placed it on the stool next to Luc before sitting in another, keeping a bar stool between them.
Nodding her thanks when the drinks arrived and watched as he slid the money to pay across the bar, ” I didn’t bother to wait. A little rain never hurt anyone.” Ingrid told him rolling her eyes at his smug smirk on his face. Always trying to get one up on her current guards. Though he did have a point, Ingrid shouldn’t have to wait they should be there ready and waiting… Though it wasn’t a point she was going to bring up. At least not right now.
She watched him incline his head toward the fireplace and then a little surprised by his next question, ” Why when I’m not cold?” Ingrid asked him. Dragons naturally ran hot anyway, the bitter sting of cold… never had bothered either of them. Though she knew deep down what he was getting at… probably trying to rekindle something of what they once had a very long time ago. She wasn’t going to go there… not again.
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 61
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 16, 2024 19:00:09 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Jun 11, 2022 16:59:09 GMT
When he’d first stepped on board Ingrid’s ship, like some half drowned rat rescued from a sinking ship that had been his, there hadn’t been well trained minions scurrying around in her wake. It was immediately obvious she was in charge but it was a different time. Less civilised, Luc supposed, although civility still seemed relatively rare, no matter how much people swore they all gave it. Now there dozens of them, fulfilling Ingrid’s every whim – when she allowed that was. He might not have strolled into the centre of things the way he had done in her office, but Luc had seen it for himself today and that image of a queen being held aloft had probably appealed to the senator. Truthfully, he was glad they’d been left behind now. Perhaps they’d been lucky and Ingrid had even left the window cracked for them when she’d left the car.
Blue eyes dropped, catching the stool between them. Ingrid’s move had his lips curving. Was she afraid of getting too close to him? Afraid he would do something to try and cross that gulf between them if she didn’t? Oh, he was going to take it as the former, even after all this time Ingrid had some urge to touch him and she was denying herself to deny him. Leave the man who’d walked away aching, it wasn’t like he hadn’t deserved it.
It wasn’t an ache in the pit of his stomach as the drinks arrived though. There was a warmth, born of his amusement and those feelings that had struck again as he’d walked into her office and seen the woman in the flesh again for the first time in more than a century. Luc drew in a quick breath, dropping his hand away from his hair to curl fingers around his glass. ”I’d say that Lot’s wife would probably argue about that. Turn a woman into a pillar of salt and you’ll just end up drowning in the Dead Sea when it rains.” Or the Wicked Witch of the … whichever compass point it was supposed to be, although he knew better than to make that comparison to a woman already a little singed around the edges from his prior poor judgment. Another admission he wasn’t making.
His snippy little comments about her current staff likely would’ve had them all getting snippy. None had come at him for what he’d done to the boss they were all loyal to, but that just told him that neither Ingrid or Rowan had chosen to spread the news of his previous crimes. Luc sighed, those crimes certainly seemed to be coming back to bite him now. He took a sip of his drink, slipping down off of his stool to offer her his hand. ”To dry off then,” he said lightly. ”Unless you’re keen to show off here and make it happen all by yourself.” His lips pursed, his fingers hanging in the air – oh she was bound to bat them away rather than take them and allow him to guide her over to the fire. ”If you need another reason it’s more comfortable, cosier. Are you really still so doubting of me that you won’t allow yourself to relax around me, boss?” He wasn’t going to slip into using her first name here, an intimacy she undoubtedly would’ve said he didn’t deserve yet, if ever again.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Aug 23, 2022 15:24:39 GMT
❝ If I Am Anything At All...
I Am A Dragon❞
It had been a coincidence when she had chosen to come into this bar of all places. If she were going back to the hotel, it would have been up to her room, where she likely would have just got more work done. It was rare that Ingrid decided to sack off work, but now was one of those times. Seeing Luc in here… well she wasn’t sure if it was a bonus or not.
Since his return he had, more or less, been a model employee. He hadn’t given Rowan trouble anyway. Ingrid had half expected him to… it seemed that he had changed somewhat in the centuries since he had left. With his increasing snippy comments, Ingrid then thought it best just to remove it from the situation. Luc was a guard, might not be a personal guard to her anymore, but Ingrid had the feeling that he would still keep her safe. Giving her guard a look and tilted her head toward the door. With that her guard slipped outside into the rain and Ingrid continued sipping her own drink.
Next, he was offering her to go and sit by the fire, and she almost immediately rebuffed that. That was almost too cosy, and too much hitting the nail on their past. When he challenged her, she looked at him, ” I could.” Ingrid told him, ” There aren’t many humans in this bar.” Ingrid shot back smartly. The humans in question were the wolf whistling teens… and who would believe them? Drunken hallucinations that’s what it would be played off as perhaps.
She was never really one to show off. Not for anyone. As predicted, she batted his hand away after she had reached for her wet coat, purse, and drink. Resting her drink on a small coffee table she took a seat on the couch next to the fireplace, ” Happy…?” She asked as she continued to sip her glass of red. He was right about one thing… it was cosy.
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 61
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 16, 2024 19:00:09 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Sept 6, 2022 19:28:04 GMT
Campbell’s was nothing like the taverns they had visited over a century ago. Then, despite their conjoined delusions of grandeur, both the new and old worlds had still been wild. The ports where they had docked were filled with cut-throats and thieves, all willing to spill some blood if it meant that more of the riches that were unloaded from the ships ended up in their pockets. Luc had always found amusement in the way that Ingrid dealt with them. Never a woman afraid of standing up for herself or dealing with a problem first hand, now, though, it seemed as though she fought much more with that icy tongue than she did the heat he’d felt burn within her. It, Luc supposed, fit with this town, this strange little bed of the wild overlaid with a thin veneer of the civil.
Sitting in her office, looking at the face he had loved for the first time in a century, it had been tempting to poke until he felt all of that heat roll out of him, but he’d have been a fool to do it. Poking the dragon meant a roasting few would survive – although as he wasn’t an innocent little maiden, he’d likely come through the other side of it, with just his pride burned out of him. He hadn’t, and felt it now, sitting beneath his diaphragm the way it had done before his proposition had left him cut adrift.
Pride be damned. Pride had put money in his pockets, but at the same time, where was he now? The bottom of the ladder. And some part of Ingrid was likely enjoying it.
She certainly rebuffed his offer of the fire soon enough. Luc pursed his lips slightly, puffing out a breath that was scented with the alcohol he’d already drunk before she had arrived. He hovered there between the seats, head tilted slightly, eyeing her with the faintest twinge of exasperation. ”There aren’t many, but surely there are enough to notice a cloud of steam rising from you,” he shot back. The bar had seemingly been aimed towards the supernatural folks in the town, but there were plenty who seemed to stumble in off the streets, completely unaware of exactly who they were sitting at the bar with.
Luc knew she wouldn’t show off, no matter her threats. Ingrid was all about subtlety these days. He stood there, despite her reluctance, offering to lead the way, smiled as Ingrid batted his hand away. Chuckling lightly, Luc followed Ingrid back to the spot he’d occupied by the fire. There was a twinkle in his eye – more than the flames allowed for as he settled on the other end of the sofa from her. The warmth bathed the both of them, an excuse for the heat that could radiate off of both of them, drying the lingering traces of the rain they’d both rushed through to get into the bar. ”Ecstatic,” he shot back at her, angling towards her, leaning back slightly against the arm of the sofa. ”I had wondered when I would be in your presence again. Ms. Bishop seems to have quite a talent for keeping us at an arm’s length.” Undoubtedly under Ingrid’s orders. She’d taken some convincing to take him back even this much after all.
He tapped his fingers lightly against the side of his glass, studying her through the screen of his lashes. In the firelight she was particularly fetching, just as he remembered her in the firelight of her cabin. ”How did the senator enjoy the company of the head honcho?” he asked, without a hint of jealousy in his voice. Ingrid, he knew, did not swoon at the feet of powerful men, especially not ones whose power was a pale comparison to her own.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Aug 13, 2023 7:33:04 GMT
❝ If I Am Anything At All...
I Am A Dragon❞
Moving reluctantly over to the fireplace. They were both subtly using their power to dry out themselves and their clothes. Neither of them really needed a fire, why when they had it constantly there inside them. Though in the end he did have a point. Questions would be raised by the humans in this bar, and so she reluctantly moved to the sofa’s surrounding the roaring fire. She then asked if he was happy, her voice with a hint of sarcasm because in truth she didn’t care.
His response was just as quick and almost in the same tone as she had delivered hers. It made her pause if only for a bare moment, ” Good.” She shot back just as quickly. She sank into her end of the sofa and felt the warmth the fire was offering. A human might of sat here sweltering, but it had no adverse effects on either of the dragons perched by the fire.
Sipping casually at her drink she listened to him speak and she looked back at him, ” She is very good at her job.” Ingrid commented, ” I’m glad to hear you have been doing as you have been told.” Ingrid commented. It hadn’t been an issue in the past either, but then again the only one that had commanded him about had been her. She understood that it must be grating his nerves to take it from another… but she didn’t exactly care about it. She wasn’t just going to allow him back into her inner circle as if nothing had happened.
She knew perhaps it was Rowan doing it deliberately, but she wasn’t going to berate her for it. She had no cause to doubt her work before, and wasn’t going to doubt it now. He asked about the meeting they had just been at, where he had endured the most of the rain. She tried to muster up some feeling of regret but also couldn’t. Sipping again, she revealed, ” Contracts are being drawn up back in Washington, another meeting next week to go over them.” Ingrid shrugged, ” You better hope for better weather or be nice enough to Rowan to get a better assignment.” Ingrid chuckled a little.
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 61
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 16, 2024 19:00:09 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Oct 5, 2023 19:26:46 GMT
If he bristled every time Ingrid gave him a quick, verbal roasting, he’d be hopping and spluttering like a man rushing over hot coals (a discomfort he’d never have known, even if he’d given in to that ridiculous modern trend for team building through torture). She’d kept him at bay for years using that heat – or the frigid cold that was the flip side of it – but his skin had thickened to withstand it and he’d gotten close enough for Ingrid to have felt that bitter cold when he’d left. So rarely was it warmth between them, like the mellow glow off the fire. It was one extreme or the other, one of them always walking around with wounds from whatever it was.
Rowan had probably been a breath of fresh air for Ingrid – literally. According to the rumour mill Ingrid had found her, half feral, in the jungles in South America and had groomed her for the top spot ever since. That he could see. It wasn’t like he’d been all that different if you swapped out the rainforest for the ocean.
Luc sipped from his glass, smug playing around the edges of the smile that he beamed at Ingrid. ”She wouldn’t be where she is if she wasn’t. You’ve never suffered fools lightly.” Even him, not that he’d admit to ever having made a mistake with her. Had he regretted walking away? Often. Was he going to fall to his knees and admit it, especially here? Definitely not. ”I learned my lesson about disobeying orders centuries ago,” Luc admitted, his voice drier this time. ”I knew the rules when I signed back on that dotted line, I plan on following them.” Even if that meant choking back his natural instinct to snark and step over the lines that were very neatly drawn out for him.
On the job he’d been used to biting his tongue, but with Ingrid it had been different from the first time she had allowed him into her bed. The limits had grown thin then, although they’d never entirely disappeared and that was the problem. He’d taken those ropes of leniency and had hung himself with them. Luc didn’t intend on making the same mistake again. He’d take his orders, stand out in the rail until he melted if he had to.
With his clothes starting to dry, he drew his knee up onto the couch so he could turn more fully towards Ingrid. They might’ve shared a bed again only a short time ago, but he wasn’t stupid enough to reach for her, only to bask close to her. ”Fingers crossed, I’m not sure I can take another soaking like that.” Perhaps the senator would demand that they come to him the next time – a trip to Washington wouldn’t be so bad. Luc’s brows rose and he gestured at her with his glass before sipping from it. ”So she’s the one who’s calling all the shots about where I’m assigned? You’ve had nothing to do with any of it?” He wasn’t so sure he could believe it. Ingrid was no more a hand’s off leader than Hector had ever been. They both held control over their businesses in a death grip.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Oct 20, 2023 17:46:56 GMT
❝ If I Am Anything At All...
I Am A Dragon❞
Sat by the couch, the fire providing a warmth which was useless to her. If she wished she could be dry in minutes. Though Luc pointed out that there were actually some humans in here, best to maintain their ignorance of what was really going on around them. Luc then bought up Rowan and Ingrid commented that she was good at her job. Ingrid hadn’t asked Rowan to do it that way. She just seemed to have an innate feel of what Ingrid wanted or needed and it happened. Things had been simple the last few weeks without Luc in her face. It was out of some slither of respect for their past that kept her sat here and not leaving to find another bar.
He was right in what he said, she doesn’t suffer fools. They usually ended up with a verbal scathing that left them crying. She wasn’t cruel per say, she spoke the truth and was brutally honesty. Sometimes in life you just had to be. She commented that she was glad that he was actually doing as he was told. Ingrid wouldn’t be surprised if Rowan was just a little disappointed. Surprise flickered in her eyes for a bare moment before it was smothered under her usual ice-cold gaze, ” I think you have disappointed her a little…” Ingrid remarked afterward.
She made a comment about hoping for a better assignment next time or better weather. When he asked of his assignments, confirming that she had nothing to do with it. She smirked a bit then, ” You shouldn’t have been so haughty with her that first day. She knows how to get even.” Ingrid told him, ” But no I haven’t been picking all your assignments. That’s her job, I let her do it… for the most part.” Ingrid answered for him. Her only comment was to at least put him to the test, see how far he could be pushed. It seems Rowan hadn’t been trying hard enough… or he actually meant what he said that day.
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 61
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 16, 2024 19:00:09 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Nov 19, 2023 21:08:34 GMT
If there’d been a single moment that had come close to how he’d believed his homecoming was going to be, it was this. Ingrid probably would’ve argued the point – the only warm thing between the two of them still being the fire – but he could see the promise in it. The Ingrid of a century ago wouldn’t have cared about the rain, she’d have gone out into a hurricane to avoid being in the same room as him. Luc smothered a smile at the thought, lifting his glass to his lips to cover it before Ingrid saw it and called him on it. This was a softer version of her, like a marshmallow held just close enough to the fire to start melting those edges. She’d have hated the analogy, probably pointing out just how much more like the fire than the marshmallow she was. She’d have hated him telling her he was willing to be rendered a little crispy around the edges too.
Undoubtedly Rowan’s connection with Ingrid was vastly different to the one he’d once enjoyed with her. From the whispers that flew around the organisation, theirs was much more student and master. Perhaps she was being groomed to take over one day, although he couldn’t imagine Ingrid ever being willing to give up the reins. It only left more room for him to try and slip back into one of his former positions at least – the one that had always been eminently more enjoyable.
He laughed low, his dark brows rising and falling with his amusement. Luc narrowed his eyes at Ingrid, catching the brief flicker of surprise there. She had expected him to fall straight off the lowest rung of the ladder after all. Well, it seemed as though he would disappoint both of them. ”I’ll have to apologise for that,” he said lightly. ”You know how I hate to disappoint anybody.” He’d have added ‘especially a beautiful woman’, but that would’ve been pure idiocy. Flattering Ingrid was expected, daring to needle her by flattering another was just asking for that ice cold demeanour to burn red hot.
Eventually they would get there one way or another. Luc toed the line again, turning on the seat they shared, growing a little closer, but not pushing the boundaries to the point where Ingrid would end up lashing out in a place as public as this. He wanted it warm here, not roasting and for the moment they had it. Oh look, there was even a smile on her face, even it was more smirk than a soft curve of the lips he’d tasted hundreds of times way back when. ”I had to dig my heels in somehow,” he crooned warmly. ”You wouldn’t have respected me if I’ve given up and walked out immediately. She wouldn’t have done either. Did you think I’d learned how to roll over and show my belly while I was gone?” It was more the opposite, the lessons he’d learned had only reinforced the way he’d felt. At the same time he’d realised that there were other ways to play the game and those were what he needed to employ if he wanted to ease back into his former position.
”Are you sure?” Luc asked, huffing out his amusement as Ingrid assured him that all of his assignments had come straight from Rowan, not her. ”Ah, there we are.” He gestured towards her with his glass, knowing that it was certainly more than for the most part. ”So I should be thanking you then. I suppose it could’ve been worse. I could have still been out there in that.” She could’ve been too, if he hadn’t talked her around. ”So, what does it take to start being able to pick the plum assignments for myself?” Once upon a time he would’ve been the one doing that, doling them out to whoever had his favour, keeping those he wanted. Now he was at the mercy of others and it still didn’t sit well.
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