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Tweak says, "You wish you were me."

he's (misterenigma) wrote in rooms,
@ 2015-02-01 22:23:00

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*journal, alfred pennyworth, bruce wayne, death, dick grayson, eddie nigma, harley quinn, helena wayne, holly robinson, joker, ra's al ghul, selina kyle

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soundofwings
2015-02-03 08:21 pm UTC (link)

He's Destiny, Eddie. He is knowing. It's all in the Book. Anything I have or haven't done, he already knows. [And, it should go without saying, anything anyone else has or hasn't done. But she leaves him to figure that out on his own.] That's how we work, because it's what we are. [And then she's sitting sideways, cross-legged on the cushions, facing him, eyes a bit dark, resting her forearms on her thighs as she leans in just a little. She never quite tried to explain it to him before, but now with her brother here...] Destiny knows every tiny blink of your eye, not because he's a watcher, but because he is that knowing of the things that happen. Dream knows your dreams not because he creates them, but because he is them. They are him and he is them. Despair doesn't just know how to make you sad, she's the actual thing that hooks into you and pulls you down. Desire doesn't just make people fall in love like some sort of cupid, it is the feeling that lodges in you and makes you need something. Delirium... she doesn't just know how to drive people mad, she is that madness. Even Destruction, before he left. He didn't just make people break things. We form the universe because that's what we are.

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misterenigma
2015-02-04 05:23 am UTC (link)

[Eddie quirked his brow at the change of her tone. He could do flippant and playful all day, but these kinds of insights were much more interesting. There was no mocking deflation of his chest, instead he turned to look at her, arm along the back of the couch, leg crossed so his ankle rested comfortably on his knee. Muerte loved reminding him that her, that her siblings were beyond simple humans. It used to annoy him a great deal, like an adult telling him that he has to keep sitting at the kid's table. This was different. This was more like discovering an old library and reading from an ancient, strange book. If Muerte wasn't human, her siblings seemed even farther away. He tilted his head, thinking for a couple quiet moments.] It must be hard.

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	soundofwings 2015-02-04 05:34 am UTC (link)
	[The quiet from him was... promising. It was thoughtful, and she watched it closely for those moments. She saw when it was going to come to an end, and expected deflection or humor or even questions. She wasn't expecting what he actually said. And so she blinked, surprise in her own eyes as she pulled back from that slight forward lean.] What's that? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

misterenigma
2015-02-04 05:40 am UTC (link)

[He looks at her and then closes his eyes with a shake of his head. Eddie proceeds with caution, trying to learn about something even his big brain can't completely comprehend.] I mean, I can turn Riddler off. And then back on. And then off again. [His eyes went from dazzling to soft with each off and on like he was flipping a light switch in his soul.] You, your siblings. You can't do that. It's got to be difficult. Especially for you because you don't have the comfort of insanity or dreams. It can't ever just be me and you talking on the couch, you always have to be more.

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	soundofwings 2015-02-04 05:46 am UTC (link)
	[She let his words come, and when the did, she found herself surprised that they actually hurt. It was an unexpected thing, and it was there behind her eyes for a moment.] This is me and you talking on the couch. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

misterenigma
2015-02-04 05:52 am UTC (link)

[He leans back on the couch, lifting his hand so he can rest his cheek on the palm of his hand. His arm making a perfect, sharp triangle on the edge of the couch. His kind of probing questions usually hurt, but it got him somewhere. Eddie didn't want to hurt her and if she knew how he saw her, she wouldn't be. Quietly.] If I was sitting here with one of your siblings, could we say the same? You're a little different from them, aren't you?

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soundofwings
2015-02-04 05:59 am UTC (link)

[Her eyes narrow as she tries to follow the path Eddie's going down with his thoughts.] Yeah, but we're all different from each other. [She's still not sure what he's getting at.] And a couple of them you wouldn't want to be sitting here with at all. [Another still moment, where she stared and didn't move, not even the rhythmic cycle of breathing.] Where are you going with this, Eddie?

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	misterenigma 2015-02-04 06:16 am UTC (link)
	[Carefully:] Riddle me this. Why do people pray to Santa Muerte? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	soundofwings 2015-02-04 06:18 am UTC (link)
	[A sigh.] Eddie. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	misterenigma 2015-02-04 06:21 am UTC (link)
	[A shake of his head.] Because you're one of us. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	soundofwings 2015-02-04 06:25 am UTC (link)
	[She watches him shake his head, and her eyebrows inch up. She doesn't say anything, but she waits for him to explain.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

misterenigma
2015-02-04 06:29 am UTC (link)

[Eddie's dark eyes roll up to the ceiling and then back down at her. A smile and then he tries to sidestep out of it, a graceful little nope. His smile turns into a smirk and he grabs the cleaned plate and glass to take to the sink.] No, you'll only get offended. I know when I say more, you think less. Of course you do, you're a god and I'm mortal. It's the pecking order of things, right? There's no such thing as more than a god if you look at the pyramid.

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soundofwings
2015-02-04 06:35 am UTC (link)

[She lets him get to the sink, and then she's standing there next to him, like she was there all along and he was the one to step close.] Not that easy. What's going on in that brain of yours? I'll come back to the pyramid thing in a minute, but tell me what you're thinking first. [A little pause, and then like she's been cued by someone to be more polite, she adds:] Please.

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misterenigma
2015-02-04 06:46 am UTC (link)

[A smile, chin tilted down as he looks at the sink. He carefully places the dishes in and then drums his fingers on the counter. The please gets a fond laugh and his finally looks up at her.] To me you've always been more than an all knowing god. More than a reaper. What's more to me might be less to you. The friendship we have doesn't have anything to do with the gifts you possess. It's ordinary, regular in a way I think is good. We have tacos and go to karaoke and you're the best friend I ever had, even when things were bad. When you tell me about your siblings, they never seem like they could be more the way you are. Less, if you look at it like a god. [He smiles.] I know you hate hearing that.

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soundofwings
2015-02-04 06:56 am UTC (link)

[Dishes in the sink, fingers on the counter, and she realizes that she's bracing herself for whatever Eddie's going to say. And she knows she should be beyond whatever it is, thinks of Destiny telling her that he doesn't have to tell her anything that she already knows. And she could push, in the way she has of knowing, and know what he's going to say as he says it, but she just lets it come.

And it's not what she's expecting. Not really. It earns a laughing exhale, and then she's stepping to put her arms over his shoulders, drawing him close so that she can hug him.] I missed you. [It's a whisper, and it's not just for the time he was away, but for all the time before that, too.]

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misterenigma
2015-02-04 07:03 am UTC (link)

[Eddie honestly expects her to fight him on it a little. Telling any god that the tacos and the karaoke and the toes under his knee are more important than awe inspiring power was dangerous. So, the hug catches him off guard, but he wraps his arms around her a moment later. One hand on her back, the other lost in a sea of inky black hair. He digs the bridge of his nose into her shoulder. It's a better hug than the first.] I missed you, too. [Simply, softly.]

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soundofwings
2015-02-04 07:18 am UTC (link)

[Maybe she should have fought him on it. Maybe she should have forced the issue of how much more she is than just the tacos and karaoke. And she knows she will, at some time, when it needs to be said - for either one of them. But she only hugs him tighter and closes her eyes. Because he's been the only friend she's ever really had that isn't from her own family. And she is so, so glad to have that back.] I'm still going to never let you die if you piss me off too much. [The threat is delivered half over his shoulder and half into her own arm, and though it sounds like she's smiling, the words are very serious.]

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	misterenigma 2015-02-04 07:33 am UTC (link)
	[A chuckle into her shoulder.] See, that is an abuse of power. Isn't there someone I can complain to about that? [He leans back a little to look at her.] Some kind of god of judgement. Oh, it has to be a D word, hmm. Damnation, yes that's so hardcore. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	soundofwings 2015-02-04 02:55 pm UTC (link)
	[A hand on the back of his neck when he laughs, and she hangs on for one more moment. When he leans back, she's smiling and shaking her head.] Nope, just us. You get what you're given. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

misterenigma
2015-02-04 06:20 pm UTC (link)

I don't mind one bit. [Eddie tilts his head to this side. Muerte was always easy to laugh with, to talk to, to touch. He smiles at her, pressing his palm on her cheek for a brief moment as if he was testing to see if it was warm. Then he turns and pretends to be very busy with the dishes.] So, your brother? Do you want to go to karaoke night with us to make sure I don't drive him crazy or I suppose the other way around?

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soundofwings
2015-02-04 07:01 pm UTC (link)

[The touch of his palm gets a smile in return, that one that's soft and fond. She is, as ever, maybe not quite as warm as people expect, but neither is she cold. There were only a very few times when she was cold, and that was when humanity and the poison of the Lazarus Pit were unraveling her. It's not something she actively thinks about, so she simply touches the back of Eddie's palm with light fingertips to acknowledge the touch.

When he turns back to the dishes, she hoists herself up to sit on the countertop nearby (actually hopping up instead of just appearing there) and folds her legs beneath herself.] I'll have to ask if he's up for going. I meant it when I said he doesn't really leave the Garden.

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	misterenigma 2015-02-04 07:14 pm UTC (link)
	[A funny look up at her. An old timey bank robber voice to prove he's teasing.] I'm going to break into his Garden, then! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	soundofwings 2015-02-04 07:16 pm UTC (link)
	[Her mouth twists into a smile at the voice, and she shakes her head.] Just like you've broken into my realm, right? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	misterenigma 2015-02-04 07:19 pm UTC (link)
	[Pbbthhl.] Why would I break in when I can talk you into visiting me? [A flutter of his eyelashes.] There was never anything worth stealing there, anyway. What could I do? Ransom your goldfish? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	soundofwings 2015-02-04 07:24 pm UTC (link)
	[The smile spreads.] Does it help you feel better to think that? [A wrinkle of her nose.] The hats. I know you like hats. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)