Declan MacRae

Declan's spent most of the day walking around the city because while it's not his London, it's London and he's missed it terribly. The streets are mostly the same as the ones he knows from home, at least, and it's nostalgic to wander around and know this was where James Watson had grown up and lived the most important years of his life. He misses James terribly when he's home because the UK Sanctuary is his home and wandering around and not seeing it in this version of London tugs at him a little.

He ends up at Kate's hut, or what was her hut, anyway, and waits just outside on the stoop for a bit to see if she'll come home. If not, he'll let himself in but he likes to respect her privacy. He's not really a fan of the Victorian clothes but he concedes to it since there's no other option and he's sporting a tweed suit and an overcoat that would have made James proud.

Besides, it's James' fault that he even knows how to tie a cravat to begin with. He'd have loved this.

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Declan looks around to see if there's anyone close and, realizing there's no impressionable children in their direct earshot, he tips his head down to whisper into her hair. Bloody hell, her shampoo smells amazing and considering it's just island standard, he suspects it's got more to do with it being Kate than any particular product.

"If you'd let me, I'd have those legs of yours wrapped 'round me while I fucked you right out in the water with the tide coming in. It's all I can do to keep from shoving you up against every available surface on this bloody rock."

Magnus found and returned to Will made for a good day and now two days later, it seems everything's back to some semblance of normal. There's still the bit about Kate bolting on him the morning Magnus disappeared but Declan's learned the best way to get Kate to talk is just to wait her out and she'll come around eventually; pressuring her doesn't seem to do any good.

He's settled in with a book, this one on boat-building of all crazy things and wonders if it's really true that they can't get off the island. He's seen a few boats, fishing boats, and there's that pirate ship but nothing like a cruise liner or a battleship and if they had one of those, maybe they could get home. Magnus and Will might not want to go home but Declan does because Declan can't stand feeling useless. This island makes him useless.

When he hears the door crack to his hut, he doesn't get up. It's Kate, if anyone, because Magnus and Will would knock and Tesla would have already announced himself by now.

"Bedroom," he calls out, not that she'll need the direction.

Declan didn't go to the sex ed lecture put on by Magnus and Zimmerman but he'd hung around outside and when he sees Kate leaving, he snags her, grinning wide at her. He's still not what he'd call settled but he's got a hut way on the edges of the island and not so terribly far from what's been called "dino country" and he's of half a mind to check it out. Kate would be good backup.

"Learn anything new today from the lovebirds?"