Ever since we met I only shoot up with your perfume,
It's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do

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Oh good he looked like he was actually going to leave now. It was a shame he no longer held out much hope of actually being able to escape on his own, if he thought he could stand up he'd probably try despite Macnair's warnings. Therefore it was almost certainly for the best that he couldn't. I don't honor deals made with crooked men. He was glad to see the back of Macnair but he also wasn't. He hadn't seen much of the inside of the Macnairs' home before and he certainly hadn't ever seen the upstairs; he was stuck in an unfamiliar house against his will and the moment Macnair was out of the room he knew he'd wallow in his frustration at being stuck there for lack of distraction.

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Crooked men—he could have laughed. He wondered how long it would take Macmillan to remember that it had been his own second who had supplied the pistols, and that such little time took place between the passing of the pistols and the actual shooting that it couldn't have been possible for him to mess with it. He'd realize it one day, just like he'd realize that this whole conversation had happened after Tatiana had accepted his marriage proposal.

"And I don't honor promises made with men who don't know how to follow directions," he said with a stern look before he turned to open the door. "And by the way—don't think about trying to leave. I'm putting a locking spell," he warned, "and you won't be able to undo it." Not without it being noticeable, anyways.

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Ever since we met I only shoot up with your perfume,
It's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do

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Charles' first thought was that Macnair was insulting his magical ability, suggesting that whatever charm he was planning to use would be above his skillset, but then it dawned on him that while he was unconscious Macnair had had ample opportunity to disarm him. It would've been the sensible thing to do. Hold it! Charles yanked the bedsheets up so they were level with his face but he was too quick with the movement and cried out in surprise at the pain. Goddamn. The second time he lifted the sheets he did so more carefully. He usually stored kept his wand at his belt but it was quite clearly gone. He hadn't really expected to find it, he'd have felt it getting in the way and prodding him in the leg long before now if it'd been there. You've stolen my wand, you bastard, give it back!

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Valerian whirled back around at the sudden shout, his eyes briefly widening as he made a motion for Macmillan to quiet down... which clearly didn't do a damn thing, because he prompted to make himself yelp with the sudden movements, which caused Valerian to roll his eyes.

"Now tell me why that would be a good idea." Seriously, he'd like to hear the reasons; the last thing he needed was Macmillan finding a compelling reason to pull himself out of bed when he needed to be resting. Valerian didn't want him tinkering with the lock, trying to fix himself up without proper medical knowledge, or—Merlin forbid—trying to apparate himself away.

He pulled Macmillan's wand out of his own holster, where it had been squeezed in next to his own, and twirled it in his fingers as confirmation that he did have it. "Don't worry, I'll give it back in the morning—when I see you off properly."

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Ever since we met I only shoot up with your perfume,
It's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do

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Charles dropped the sheets and shot Valerian a look of disgust and outrage as he played with his wand. He felt naked without his wand, more than that, impotent. It also happened to be the very same wand he'd been paired with when his mother had taken him shopping for his first year school supplies almost 20 years ago. It wasn't just any old wand but Macnair was toying with it like it was. It would probably hurt it if Macnair happened to drop it, but his wand was quite sensitive and wasn't accustomed to being thrown around. Stop twirling it around like that! Treat my wand with respect or give it back before you damage it! He balled his fists up because it was all he could do.

Wait, what's that supposed to mean? See him off properly? What was he doing, threatening violence? Medical attention? Something else he couldn't think of?

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Macmillan looked irritated—outraged, even. He found it mildly amusing, at least enough to push a little more.

"I didn't think your wand would be so fragile," he commented, trying and failing to stop himself from snickering. It lasted a whole fifteen seconds, and by the time he was done snickering Macmillan was still waiting for his answer, which was a simple enough one.

"I'll let you out in the morning," he explained. "I'll make sure your infection's gone, then I'll re-bandage your wound and send you home."

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Ever since we met I only shoot up with your perfume,
It's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do

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There were few things that got under his skin so easily and so quickly as being laughed at, and yes, Tatiana was one of those things. Charles was turning a light shade of puce as he pursed his lips and bitterly endured Macnair's obnoxious laughter. He'd make Macnair pay for this. It was entirely possible to owe someone both a favor and revenge at the same time. You'll regret this. Being laughed had at least succeeded in one thing: Charles was properly resigned to his fate, there was no way to get what he wanted because Macnair held all the cards and knew it.

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Valerian cocked a brow. "The taunting - or the saving?" he asked, a very real question—one he would not soon stop asking himself.

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Ever since we met I only shoot up with your perfume,
It's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do

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Everything. Whatever revenge he tried to enact upon Macnair would surely have him regretting saving him, after all he couldn't do anything from beyond the grave. Not unless he went the way of Noelle but as a ghost he'd be even more powerless than he was presently and the prospect of a single night was horrific, never mind an eternity of it.

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Valerian looked at Macmillan, long and hard, before he tucked Macmillan's wand into his robe pocket and turned back towards the door. "Get some rest," he said quietly, giving the other man one last, long look before disappearing through the door. It closed with a click, and moments later lit up in a blue glow before fizzling out.

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