RL with Freyja

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James shut his computer with a click, exhaling thoughtfully through his nose.  He had not entirely intended to volunteer himself to be this goddess's 'company,' whatever that meant, but that was what had happened.  Not that he had any objections, really.  She was a fine lady, he was sure, and goddess or no, she comported herself with all the grace of any of London's high society ladies; one of the few sensible people he'd encountered on that blasted community.   He'd not been lying when he said he was looking forward to meeting her, but the feeling was tempered by a good deal of wariness.  It was not every day one was in the presence of a deity, after all, and James knew enough of the old stories to know that it was best to be canny.

He straightened his jacket, making sure the brocade aligned properly upon his chest.  It never hurt to look one's best, after all.

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Freyja was careful to transport herself to a suitable corner where she would not be seen, knowing how reactive mortals of the period could get about those who use supernatural abilities. She'd had her share of negative experiences in the 18th century, and did not intend to repeat them. She raised the hood of her eagle feather cloak, going to greet James where she saw him standing, adjusting his coat. She could not hide a smile at the fuss.

"Commodore," she greeted in a voice that held a sort of power and purpose in its ring. "Lovely night. I had forgotten how I enjoy the Southern islands."

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James, to his credit, did not so much as blink when Freyja appeared out of nowhere in a corner of his office. If he was surprised (which he was), he gave no sign of it on his face; years of Naval training, after all, must be good for something. Instead, he favoured her with a small smile, and crossed the room to her. Tucking one hand behind his back, he inclined his head in a faint bow. Now here in front of him, there was an unmistakeable air of power about her; the attitude of someone used to giving orders and having them obeyed. James could appreciate that.

'Indeed,' he agreed, 'as cool as one is likely to see at this time of year. The Northern wind is with us tonight.'

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She had to admit, she was far from disappointed. There was the silliness of the buckles and protrusive hats and powdered wigs that was to be expected, but Norrington was quite the handsome man, despite it all. She had to wonder why he would have such a difficult time settling down.

"I should like to thank you for inviting me to spend time here, with Eros and Blackout doing Odin knows what in this virus, I have been so very lonely. Apollo, too, was affected, and even then he's so distracted with Hyacinth that . . . " She pressed a hand to her mouth, chuckling. "But, enough about that."

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'Quite,' James agreed wryly as she cut herself off. The community did seem to rather invade one's thoughts at times, and often even one's personal life, with these inexplicable viruses which seemed to come along every once in a while. It would be a great pleasure for James to be able to take his mind off it for even a moment, but such a thing seemed impossible more often than not. But, when the community's intrusions into his life took the form of a goddess in his office, it seemed churlish of him to complain.

'It is a pleasure, I assure you.' He met her eyes for a moment. 'Though perhaps we should go elsewhere. Fort Charles does not precisely lend itself to socialising, not to mention the questions that would be asked were the Commodore seen fraterising with a strange woman in his office.'

And indeed, James was particularly keen to avoid the spread of any further rumours concerning his person. The matrons of Port Royal seemed to have little enough to do as it was, and he shuddered at what idiotic tales might spring up should the wrong person discover him locked in his office with a woman like Freyja.

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Deciding at the very least, she would have a little fun with the Commodore, she did her best to look scandalized, but could not mute a slight smirk that implied her teasing.

"You are ashamed by me, Commodore? If that is the case, perhaps I made a mistake in coming here. Clearly you are," she gestured around her to the office, "very busy, after all. I do so hate to impose," she said, even though so many knew better. She didn't mind imposing at all, in fact, she preferred it. She was more important than anything else her companions would be doing, after all.

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James lifted a delicate eyebrow, and though his eyes danced, not a hint of his amusement showed about his mouth. 'Ashamed? Hardly. I merely do not wish to subject myself further to the mad imaginations of those who have little better to do than gossip about me. And surely,' the smile slid down to his lips, just faintly, 'if you are so familiar with my time and world, you should know that for me to be seen alone with a woman dressed in your... peculiar fashion would be the height of impropriety.'

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"I am quite inappropriate," she agreed in good humor, laughing quietly. She took a step closer to him, lacing her arm through his and smiling. "Very well," she agreed, "perhaps a more discreet place would provide a better venue for our little get-together."

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'It seems that the best women usually are,' he muttered under his breath, thinking of Elizabeth. But oh so much more interesting than the daughters of the society matrons. Oh yes.

Returning her smile, he adjusted his arm under hers; a pretty pair they must make indeed, and a strange once. He nodded towards the door, catching her eye as they passed out of the office. 'And what sort of venue had you in mind?' It would be vastly inappropriate to take her to the Barrister's Arms or the Faithful Bride- pubs he frequented with Theo and Andrew- but then, she had just confessed herself not to care a whit about such things. The only other option was his house. More suitable, perhaps, but James made a point to spend as little time at home as he could manage. Well. He would leave it to the lady.