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Tweak says, "I wanna hold your hand"

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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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)

	misterenigma 2015-02-04 07:28 pm UTC (link)
	[He stops the water with a sudden snap of his wrist as if to say this conversation got very serious. He looks up, eyes squinty. Oh yes, he loves hats.] Do not tempt me. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	soundofwings 2015-02-04 07:32 pm UTC (link)
	[The grin actually goes all the way to her eyes.] Big floppy ones are my favorite, but I have a bunch of other ones, too. I think I might have a shimmery purple bowler somewhere, even. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	misterenigma 2015-02-04 07:45 pm UTC (link)
	[A gasp of shock, dark eyes going wide like she just insulted his mother (all for comedic effect of course). He makes a hmph noise and he sticks his nose up in the air.] Fine, but when I break your magic treehouse with some evil ancient artifact I found in Dubai, don't come crying to me. Because I'll be wearing all your hats. Stacked on top of each other. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	soundofwings 2015-02-04 07:50 pm UTC (link)
	[She mimics his gasp, but her eyes are bright with amusement.] I don't think your neck could support all of them. I have quite a few, you know. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	misterenigma 2015-02-04 07:54 pm UTC (link)
	[He wags a soapy finger at her and then turns the water back on. Finally breaking into a smile but he tries to hidde it.] You are so lucky I'm trying to stay on your good side. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	soundofwings 2015-02-04 08:00 pm UTC (link)
	[Her next laugh is softer, calmer again. But it still ruins the attempt at dry, deadpan delivery.] Oh yes. I feel so lucky. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

misterenigma
2015-02-04 08:09 pm UTC (link)

[He glances up at her and there's a boyish need to prove he's smart enough to do it. Eddie is 30 something, but when he looks up at her, she can see the little kid who broke into his school to cheat at a stupid puzzle competition. He can feel it bubbling up inside of him even though he's ancient and the whole proving he's the smartest guy in the room was supposed to be past him. Still.] Did you know there's a door here with an old tale about magicians breaking into the kingdom of Gods? Sure, it started a zombie apocalypse, but they got in there. Certainly I could learn the tricks of their trade.

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soundofwings
2015-02-04 08:15 pm UTC (link)

[Her eyebrows go up for a second as he's talking, and then she's sighing and shaking her head. She leans forward, in towards him until their faces are close.] It wasn't actually meant to be a challenge. [Her voice is calm now, and steady. She reaches a hand up and presses one fingertip between his brows.] You don't want to zombie apocalypse Gotham. We can have a hat party someday without you raising the undead. [That said, her fingertip slides down his nose and she leans back again.]

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misterenigma
2015-02-04 08:22 pm UTC (link)

[A flash of embarrassment and he makes a face at himself. No, he didn't want to play the know-it-all, but it was written into him. It was part of why he tried to over medicate himself. He's too much sometimes and he knows it. His ears turn a little pink and the slide of her fingertip down his nose makes him smile again. He chomps at the air like he's going to bite it before she pulls away.] No zombies. [He looks down and the dishes are clean. He rinses them off and starts drying them. Spotless to be returned to his favorite taco hut.] And no breaking into your brother's garden. Hmph. I suppose I'll just have to charm him with my words over the journals. It worked with you, after all.

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soundofwings
2015-02-04 08:35 pm UTC (link)

[She knows it's written into him, as much as what she is, is written into her. She doesn't try to scold him for it or focus on the obvious embarrassment that flares for a moment. She only gives him another little smile, one that says she doesn't mind a giving a few words to try to slow the flood of his green if it pops up in their conversation. But mostly, she leaves it to him. Her smile shifts into a gasp of fake outrage as she snatches her hand back to avoid his teeth. It only lasts a second before she makes a face at him again.] No zombies. [The repetition is delivered with a decisive nod. She takes the dishes from him once they're dry, setting them on the counter on the other side of where she's sitting.]

Be careful you don't over-estimate your charm, there. [Another smile angled over at him.] Like you said, I'm different than my siblings.

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	misterenigma 2015-02-04 08:42 pm UTC (link)
	[He nods strongly as if she said something that was simply a fact-o-life.] So true. I have a feeling he will at least be amused by your colorful choice of companionship. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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