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[ As if the flying monkeys weren't bad enough, Margo had disappeared. He'd spent days searching for his girlfriend with no sign of her. Seth wasn't sure if it'd been the damn monkeys or something else at play. He regretted separating from her and not having gone to Leo for help sooner. Or the network.

Seth wasn't giving his roommate a lot of grief under the circumstances. Leo had his own hell to fight with, being hungry and not able to eat. Seth couldn't talk. Literally. He couldn't make a sound. It was past laryngitis or being hoarse. Almost like a heavy reminder of where the trio had come from. The only positive side about it all was having gotten really good at texting.

Waking up was slow and disorienting in Hadriel. He cleared his throat, finding the task difficult. He smacked his lips and yawned. Another attempt to clear his throat and it was clear he still had no voice. Margo's things were around but still no sign of her. Seth rubbed at his face and sent out a message... ]

anybody out there run into a woman in her mid 20s? Kind of petite, a little over 5ft with an hour glass shape. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Goes by the name Margo or nickname Bambi. She knows magic.

Id send a pic but not sure how to do that on here

Anyone have any suggestions, Id return the favor somehow

Shes my girlfriend and shes been gone a few days. Basically just before I woke up unable to talk.

I figure if I woke up like this, she might be in worse trouble

Im Seth aka Clyde to Margo's Bonnie

[ He hated asking anyone for help but it was the only thing left that he didn't do. Seth laid in bed, wondering if Leo would knock on the door or respond with any news. Or anyone had any words of wisdom. ]

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Her initial swear didn't stop him, Seth was used to her language often matching his. Margo was taking in what he said--wrote. He kept walking until what she uttered next. The words made him halter his step and look at her.

She was alone when they first met. It wasn't a conversation had, it was simple deduction. She readily took him in and took care of him without having to take phone calls in secret or shoo anyone from her door.

Seth was also alone when they had met, other than Richie and Kate who were family. Margo had that same kind of family with Eliot, Quentin, Alice and a few others she mentioned.

Initially, sleeping together seemed like the most natural thing to do while sharing close quarters and a physical attraction. A few missteps made each realize there was more than chemistry between them. They had been separable ever since, picking up Leo on the way. Seth gave a little smirk and first typed...

Says the one who just disappeared on me

He didn't let that linger and closed in physically. An arm went around her waist before his head lowered to give Margo a longer kiss. One of reassurance, if you will. Assurance they both seemed to need. Seth was glad she uttered what she had out loud.

Reluctantly, he drew back from the kiss--not wanting the contact to end but knowing it was only right to answer what Margo asked.

I promise. We stay together, no matter what.

[ibiza]

The schmoopy, Valentine’s Day stuff had never been Margo’s thing. Pretty cards and words were worthless without the action to back them up. She knew Seth well enough, though, to know that he didn’t say things just to say them. At least not to her. When he said-- Typed that the two of them were going to stick together, that was all she needed to quell her fears for the moment. That uneasy feeling in her gut subsided and there was even a smile on her face.

She let herself rest against him, still walking together. It never stopped amazing her the way they fit together, like puzzle pieces. There was another comparison Margo had thought of from time to time when she’d found herself walking with him like this. She’d wondered if maybe he was her crutch and she was leaning on him in more than the literal sense. With pride like hers, that tiny voice in the back of her head would never let her forget about that particular musing.

“Anybody who ships me to a world without you is going to get a perfectly manicured fist in their face.” She smirked. It was an understatement. If Margo had ever woken up in a world without her partner in crime, she would have raised every single circle of Hell.