Re: Dream: Selina & Tony
Her nod was small, when he asked about those lives. "Sappy." She repeated the word, but she smiled, knowing. The memory wasn't hers, and it wasn't clear, but she knew it somehow. It was like that memory of pretending, something removed, and the kitty cat really didn't want it back. It was the nice thing about this, about youth. Oh, maybe she was supposed to find allure in skin that was more supple, eyes unlined, but that wasn't it at all.
Selina? Selina just liked feeling like her shoulders weren't weighed down. And that? That depressed her. Because it meant she went from Gotham-bad to Gotham-worse, and who wanted that? Not the kitten. "Loving people, it's weakness." Just like that, though her gaze was defiant. Fight me in moss and kohl. "And being a catch? Isn't worth losing yourself." Bitter, and her tongue was too young for the taste. But she chuckled, light and brightening. "Maybe once or twice?"
And in the way of dreams, she missed the segue. His arm was around her shoulders, and she rolled her eyes as he drew her deeper into the cave. "I die. So what? Come on, Tony. We both know that? Isn't actually a big deal. You're already dead, and who else would even mourn?" And it wasn't even self-pity. It was an indication of just how much she'd lost, just how far she'd fallen, and it sucked.