Disclaimer: I do not own LXG or any of the characters involved with it.
Although I do have a purple lava lamp and a pet bird. How does this relate
to my fan fiction? I have no idea.
Authors note: Enjoy! If you are not enjoying this then don't read it, I won't be hurt.
Sawyer strolls out of his room carrying a crate, making clank noises with every step he makes in the passageway. His face twitches in aberration pain from the glass echoes entering his ear. The agent stops in anterior of Mina's door using his right foot to knock on the steel, causing his eyes to close in exast from his ear.
"Tom?"
Sawyer's eyes open, he didn't even relies the door opened. Mina leans against the frame with her eyebrow arched up in curiosity," Are you alright?"
"Hi." He gives a faint smile, "I believe these belong to you," He hands the crate over to her, "I wouldn't experiment acid with them. But they still have memories."
The Victorian woman said nothing back as she turns back into her quarters leaving him standing in the open door way. He sniffs the smoky air of a familiar scent from the dim light room," Is that Vanilla?"
"Yes, I prefer reading in the candle light." Mina apposition the crate next to more chemistry tinsels scattered along the surface of her table. "You may come in if you need."
"Thanks," he steps into the gothic styled room drowned in golden candlelight decorated to her taste. Beside the wooden furniture that was given in all their quarters, there's a black leather chair, metal candleholders, and some small statues of gargoyles (the rest I leave to your imagination).
Mina reaches over to the wall switch beside her dresser, being used for chemical storage. The wall lamps grew brighter, making everything more visible. The young man's eyes wonders around his surroundings stopping at a book laying open on the bed.
"Something that interest you sir?"
Tom's head snaps back at Mina sitting herself over the arm of a black leather chair. "No ummm.., Well sort of."
She smiles wickedly at his blushing "Oh?"
To prove his innocents the agent strolls over to her bed and picks up the open book. "I'm interested in your reading taste," his eyes scan the leaves left open, "Did you teach Latin Mina?"
She looks in shock that he even knows what Latin looks like, "Yes. Among other things."
"Well of course," the agent placed the familiar book back the way he found it, "Sinbads my favorite."
"I didn't know copies of Arabian Nights were printed in America."
Tom goes over to the stand next to her chair and plays with the one candle flame, "I wouldn't know, I read it here two days ago." He looks into Mina's lost expression, "we southerners aren't as illiterate as some believe."
She slides off the arm and into the cushion of the chair, "You have a lot surprises don't you."
Tom continues moving his index finger in and out of the flame, "come tonight as a friend and see."
Authors note: Enjoy! If you are not enjoying this then don't read it, I won't be hurt.
Sawyer strolls out of his room carrying a crate, making clank noises with every step he makes in the passageway. His face twitches in aberration pain from the glass echoes entering his ear. The agent stops in anterior of Mina's door using his right foot to knock on the steel, causing his eyes to close in exast from his ear.
"Tom?"
Sawyer's eyes open, he didn't even relies the door opened. Mina leans against the frame with her eyebrow arched up in curiosity," Are you alright?"
"Hi." He gives a faint smile, "I believe these belong to you," He hands the crate over to her, "I wouldn't experiment acid with them. But they still have memories."
The Victorian woman said nothing back as she turns back into her quarters leaving him standing in the open door way. He sniffs the smoky air of a familiar scent from the dim light room," Is that Vanilla?"
"Yes, I prefer reading in the candle light." Mina apposition the crate next to more chemistry tinsels scattered along the surface of her table. "You may come in if you need."
"Thanks," he steps into the gothic styled room drowned in golden candlelight decorated to her taste. Beside the wooden furniture that was given in all their quarters, there's a black leather chair, metal candleholders, and some small statues of gargoyles (the rest I leave to your imagination).
Mina reaches over to the wall switch beside her dresser, being used for chemical storage. The wall lamps grew brighter, making everything more visible. The young man's eyes wonders around his surroundings stopping at a book laying open on the bed.
"Something that interest you sir?"
Tom's head snaps back at Mina sitting herself over the arm of a black leather chair. "No ummm.., Well sort of."
She smiles wickedly at his blushing "Oh?"
To prove his innocents the agent strolls over to her bed and picks up the open book. "I'm interested in your reading taste," his eyes scan the leaves left open, "Did you teach Latin Mina?"
She looks in shock that he even knows what Latin looks like, "Yes. Among other things."
"Well of course," the agent placed the familiar book back the way he found it, "Sinbads my favorite."
"I didn't know copies of Arabian Nights were printed in America."
Tom goes over to the stand next to her chair and plays with the one candle flame, "I wouldn't know, I read it here two days ago." He looks into Mina's lost expression, "we southerners aren't as illiterate as some believe."
She slides off the arm and into the cushion of the chair, "You have a lot surprises don't you."
Tom continues moving his index finger in and out of the flame, "come tonight as a friend and see."