“So, do you think we’ll get to go to Mexico while we are at Comic-Con, Ladywriter?” Sir Guy queried. “We will only be a few miles from Tijuana, is that not so?” He had those long legs stretched out once more, boots hooked over the metal crossbar at the foot of the four-poster, hands clasped behind his dark head. A rather dreamy look could be seen in Sir Guy’s kohl-rimmed eyes as he looked up at the ceiling.
Ladywriter looked up, her quart-sized Ziplock bag, partially filled with travel-sized toiletries, in her hand. She wanted to make sure everything she needed would fit. No last-minute jockeying to make things work. She’d be in quite a dither as it is. As excited as a kid anticipating Christmas morning.
“Mmmmmm. That’s unlikely, Sir Guy. We will be at Comic-Con every day, all day, and–I’m not too keen on traveling to another country late at night, not to mention additional unneeded expense. Anyway–I suspect I shall be too exhausted to even entertain such an idea.”
“Ah.” Sir Guy nodded, looking just a little crestfallen. “I suppose then I don’t need to take the sombrero you brought back for me from one of your cruises?”
She smiled up at him. “Probably not. Unless, of course, you decide to go to Comic-Con as Pancho Villa or some other desperado. Speaking of which, have you decided upon a costume yet, my dear dark knight?”
Sir Guy heaved a sigh. LW enjoyed the rise and fall of his broad chest beneath the Floppy Black Pirate Shirt. “Oh–I’ve had a few ideas. I thought of our Creator’s history–having appeared in one of those–erhm– Star movies . . .” His brow furrowed slightly.
“Star Wars films?” Ladywriter offered.
“Exactly. Although I believe his role was extremely brief . . .” Guy’s mouth curled into one of his trademark smirks. “It would suit the occasion, surely, and give me an opportunity to show off my skills with weaponry.”
He gave a manly disdainful sniff and flicked back a stray lock of hair. “Not that they gave me many opportunities to do so in Robin Hood. Why must baddies be so tiresomely incompetent in family-friendly productions, I ask?”
Ladywriter gave him a sympathetic smile. “I know. It’s especially vexing when one is outdone by a hero who’s as irritating a git as the “Legend” was presented by TPTB. Just remember-we all knew who the true hero of the piece was . . .”
Sir Guy gave her a gracious nod, almost managing to hide his smug little smirk. “And speaking of heroes–I had considered, perhaps, a superhero’s costume? Would that not be appropriate for such an occasion?”
“And since my Creator was in one of these Avenger films . . . perhaps I could go as one of them?”
“Well, Sir Guy, I think you could pull off any of the costumes.” LW privately thought quite a few of the Comic-Con attendees would enjoy it if Sir Guy literally did pull off such a costume during the event. Talk about a stellar moment . . .
“However, I think your Milanese designer threads or your lovely leather togs would work very, very well for the occasion, too . . .”
LW suspected that Sir Guy, much as his Creator the lovely Richard Armitage, would knock the socks off of plenty of folks at Comic-Con. What an adventure it would be . . .
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- Sir Guy and LW discuss the Creator (thearmitageeffect.wordpress.com)
- Ladywriter averts a crisis . . . (thearmitageeffect.wordpress.com)
- Sir Guy noshes whilst LW muses (and attempts to pull herself from the ceiling) (thearmitageeffect.wordpress.com)
- Someone’s knockin’ at the door . . . at Ladywriter’s (thearmitageeffect.wordpress.com)