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                          —you must get up very early in the                          morning to win against the dodger.

             the artful dodger.                                                               disney’s dodger.              written by hilary.                                                                  written by charles.

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       “---a blibbering humdinger?” maahir asks slowly, eyebrows raising. he leans over the drawing to look at it with curiosity. it looked very much like the muggle birds that he’d seen in books when he was younger. at least, he thought that was what they’d looked like. now, he wasn’t too certain.

       “i see. does it do anything in particular, then?” he asks, straightening his spine and tucking his fingers into the pockets of his robes. “you know, besides protecting its family and all.” honestly, he was on the verse of being late to quidditch practice, but he couldn’t make himself abandon her in the middle of a conversation. if he was correct, a lot of people did that to luna. he didn’t want to be one of those people, even if the idea was tempting.

          she smiles; the youngest lovegood thinks fast && speaks even faster. it’s easy to get distracted by flowers or creatures or anything really      she was so fascinated by the world. however, she often forget, or rather disregarded, that most people didn’t keep up with her. (although most people chose not to listen.)

             “it’s a blibbering humdinger,” luna said, more slowly this time. she shows him the drawing, red && blue && yellows are splattered on a page which make up a bird. “they live in warmer climates && are mostly harmful, although they can be provoked into attacking if needed to. there’s only about a hundred of them in existence, they all rally together to protect their kind.” 

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       maahir’s frown only seems to deepen as he watches the stranger--- the sassy, unappreciative stranger who hasn’t the faintest idea what he’d almost gotten himself into--- and he releases a sigh as he approaches him. as much as he dislikes the man’s response, he isn’t the kind of person to let him go on without help. especially if that help is in some way going to hinder the actions of the corrupt military who’d killed his best friend.

      he doesn’t respond to the doctor’s accusation--- me, they’d wronged me, they’d wronged my friend--- but he does step forward, allowing himself a little grin as he approaches his familiar territory.

       “the good thing,” he begins, his fingers flipping open a keypad beside the door, “about having been in the military for so long, is i’ve learned the same several passwords they rotate through.” on his very first try, his code unlocked the door, and he pushed it open. he stepped in first, however, turning on his heel and eyeing the doctor from the doorway.

       “---you’re going to take me with you, aren’t you? whatever it is you’re doing, i want to be involved. you’re right; they’ve hurt me. i’d like to hurt them, as well.”

    ❝ Oh, there’s nothin’ good, is there? My mistake. ❞ The tone of his voice, drawn out and frustrated, implies the conclusion that he hadn’t ever actually made that mistake in the first place. ❝ Unfortunately, I still have t’ get in there, don’t I? I should thank ya, now I get t’ do it the fun an’ excitin’ way - the back door instead of front door approach. ❞

  The Doctor mutters something under his breath, a few choice words such as ‘ humans ’ and ‘ always muckin’ things up ’ as he reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and scanning the air around the building. The sonic whirs, and beeps, and tings, and the Doctor, on his part, sighs.

  ❝ Yep, definitely in there. Since you so kindly muddled in my first plan, maybe y’ can help me with Plan B. I know that sorta attitude you’re sportin’ - either somebody y’ love was wronged by these people, or you were. I’m hopin’ it’s the latter. Do y’ know this building well enough t’ pick out the best way t’ get in? ❞

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       there’s a burning rage in his heart, and for a moment he gets ahead of himself, his fingers twitching as he considers pushing himself out of his seat and going to find the lowlife who’s once again made katie feel worthless. the first night, he’d let it slide, but this time, even before katie speaks, he thinks he’s going to hex the coward. then her voice comes, soft and unsure, and maahir’s jaw tightens, but he no longer looks like he’s going to bolt from the room.

       “it’s not you,” he promises softly, his shoulders slumping as he tries to reassure her. he’s not sure he’s ever met anyone like katie. she’s strong, she’s brilliant, she’s excellent at quidditch--- and her passion for it! “it’s him. he’s a bloody coward.”

     STILL GAZE UPON WRIST.    the  minute  hand  ticks,  leaving  an  uncomfortable  disturbance  of  the  silence  she’d  built  around  herself.   she  sees  the other  &  embarrassment  floods  her  cheeks  to  paint  them  red.  it’s  only  dulled  by  the  disappointment   experienced.   a  quick  gulp,  as  though  holding  back  an  unnecessary  overflow  of  emotions.    (  she wasn’t a girly-girl.  )     but  she  was  a  HUMAN ;   one  who  doubted  herself  far  too  much.

          gaze  shift  to  glance  at  the  familiar  eyes.     ——     ❝    so    .  .  .           he  stood  me  up  again.  second  time  this  week.              is it me ?    my  personality,  looks  or  summat  along  those  lines,   tha’  is  not good enough ?    ❞

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@luminousluna has taken flight.

       he wants to be accepting. he wants to understand what goes on in luna lovegood’s head but he, just like everyone else she speaks to, has found himself lost, eyebrows tugged together. he opens his mouth to speak, but when he finds himself on the verge of saying something less than kind, he closes it again. it takes him a moment to process her statement once more, and he makes himself relax before he talks to her.

                “---luna, i’m afraid i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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this is a starter call!!! mutuals and non-mutuals are welcome. i don’t feel like i write on maahir enough, and a lot of that is not having enough threads on him! so please, if you’re interested in writing with me, click the little heart, and i’ll do all the hard work and start us off.

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THOSE FOREHEAD TOUCHES WHERE THE PERSON GRABS THE BACK OF YOUR NECK TO ANCHOR YOU IN PLACE ARE SO IMPORTANT.

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       “you’ve done nothing wrong.” it wasn’t that she’d brought it up--- it was that he was bitter, and he always always reminded of claudette when he didn’t want to be. he gave her a smile, although it was a weak one, and he followed her to the engine room. he was silently impressed at her ability to find it without any direction, and he leaned gently against the door frame as he watched her work. there was something very likable about her, about the way that she cared so much for him although they’d never met before. he almost wished that they had, so she wouldn’t have to go. already, he felt less lonely in her presence.

       her question earned a moments’ hesitation from the pilot, and he reached up to rub at the back of his neck--- slowly, as if it were sore. “ah. i used to be alliance,” he responded softly, letting his hand drop back to his side. he cleared his throat before he continued on.

       “i was a solider for the alliance. i no longer am. i was blind to what was going on, and now i’m not.” he was quiet then, his gentle eyes watching over her face to see how she was going to react to his words. would she believe him? or would she think this was some kind of a trap? 

             kaylee’s smile suffered at his words, and she glanced down. “oh, i’m… sorry if i brought things up you wasn’t keen to remember. i didn’ mean…”

             she smiled apologetically and trekked further into the ship, letting the subject drop. it didn’t take long for her to find the engine room. she had a good sense for these things ( and a basic knowledge of most standard ship layouts. ) as soon as she passed through the doors, her eyes lit up, giddy with the chance to explore a new engine. she would always be partial to serenity, but providence was beautiful. most alliance ships she’d ever had the chance to plunder were sleek in design but functionally clunky. providence was a work of art. she was lovely to look at, but more importantly, the engine was designed to be both sturdy and extremely efficient.

             kaylee set to work, then, expertly examining the damage and cringing at the sight of such ugly scars on such a pretty ship.

            “how’d you get your hands on a bird like this?” she asked, crawling beneath the framework to see the extent of the ship’s impairment, nearly vanishing beneath the large engine. “ain’t never seen one outside a’ alliance control.”

             in truth, she would have thought he was alliance, if he weren’t stranded on a border planet, allowing a total stranger to look over his ship. anyone in the alliance would have been rescued within a matter of hours.

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       maahir does not give the officer the satisfaction of a response--- he only watches him as he walks away, his jaw set tight and his eyes burning with a hatred that he wishes would flicker out. his expression softens as he turns his gaze upon the stranger, and he heaves a sigh before making his apology. it’s clear that he doesn’t mean it, not in the sense that he regrets what he’s done.

       "i’m sorry, but i’ve saved you some time and frustration. anyone in the military is not worth speaking to,” he informed the doctor, eyes turning again to the base. “there is nothing good to be found within those walls.”

    To say that the officer in question gets flustered by the accusation would be a vast understatement. He sputters, ears and neck turning red in that ugly way that tends to derive more from anger than genuine embarrassment. The Doctor, for his part, stands by in idle annoyance as the man throws his little tantrum ( ‘ you do not have the authority to make those kind of claims as to my character! ’ ). As he adjusts his cap and turns on his heel to march away, the Doctor folds his arms over his chest, eyeing the other man with a tired, sour expression.

   ❝ Thanks for that. Man might’ve been an idiot, but if he was goin’ t’ lie t’ me, at least it would’ve let me know I was on the right path. Doubt I could get him t’ talk t’ me again, now. ❞

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     ♪ why should i worry? why should i care? i may not      have a dime, oh, but i’ve got street savoir-faire. ♬♪

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so it turns out i ran out of space faster than i thought i would, so this note isn’t very in depth, but i did write it on my super snazzy boogie board, so obviously that makes up for it. :) i hope it makes you happy when you get home from work.

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♛ shoulder rubs

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       he has felt the LOSS of a friend, and he knows there is nothing he can do. nothing he can say will take her pain away, and nothing he can do will ever bring him back or fill the emptiness in her chest. still, his heart burns as he watches her cry, and his eyes focus on the way her shoulders shake with each sob. maahir’s lips curl downward and he shifts closer to kaylee, large hands curling over her shoulders and rubbing into them gently. he can do nothing but comfort her, and so that is what he will do.

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♋ my muse fixing your muse something to eat

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       “i’m afraid i’m not very good at this.” he is trying, and that is more than he can say for himself in the past several years. being in the military, he had little need of cooking for himself— most of their rations required little, if any, heat— and they certainly didn’t take any preparation. he’d fanned away the smoke from the stove on the ship without giving time for an alarm to sound, but the food, it seemed, was beyond repair.

             “… perhaps i should start over.”

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♘ kiss on the forehead

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       “—it’s fine,” maahir says gently, his voice as soft and comforting as he can make it. he doesn’t want her to feel bad; he’d known that his ship was irreparable before she’d stepped foot onto it. what he hadn’t known was how much he would learn about the girl— the mechanic from a ship called serenity, a ship that she loved as if it were her own child— and that he would grow fond of her so quickly. the sad look in her eye brings guilt to his chest and makes his heart heavy.

       slowly maahir reaches out, long fingers hooking beneath her chin, and he presses a slow, sweet kiss to her forehead, his long eyelashes resting upon his cheeks.

       “please. you have done everything you could.”

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∞

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       his interest in dragonology was meant to be brief— after all, he had plans to join the ministry after graduating from hogwarts, but he’d decided to wait for his best friend— but upon finding himself learning under merlin himself, he wondered if he would really be able to give it up when the year ended. after all, slytherin or not, merlin was the greatest wizard of all time. could it have been anything less than fate that had placed maahir in the old sorcerer’s capable hands? 

       he began reading from the text aloud, just as he’d been asked to, and although his voice never wavered, his eyes continued to lift from the book to the dragon that his mentor was handling. he wondered if his reading would really assist merlin— after all, did he need it?— but he continued without a hitch.