Eva (zapster) wrote in mashup_crack, @ 2017-01-07 18:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | #angel, #mars, #zap |
Legacy
CHARACTERS: Zap, Angel, Mars (ZAM!).
TOPIC: Alice talks with the Tweedles.
DATE & TIME: January 2nd, 2017 @ 3:20pm.
LOCATION: Worthington Manor, NY.
RATING: M.
Both temperamental, semi-hostile, gloriously attractive gentlemen were sitting in facing chair opposite one another at the long table in Worthington Manor's library. Zap stood at the end of the table, just a few feet from either man, fully prepared to face the consequences of her proposal. She was also fully dressed for battle; she wasn't an idiot. Her hands came to rest, palm down, on the edge of the table and she looked from her silent husband to her silent side piece, then glanced down to the table. Without wanting to ham things up or come off as insincere or cliche, she simply launched into her semi-prepared statements.
"Okay. I have a big family now, for the first time in my life. I have a mother. And a beautiful daughter, and her steadfast, loving father; my husband. I have my own father. He's happy now - really, truly happy," Eva's brow was furrowed with pride and emotion. She was so glad that she had her parents, forever grateful to Mr. Jack Cassidy. "And I have the most amazing blessing I never new was possible - another baby. For years we understood Ren was a fluke - that her electrokinesis was her saving grace. But in another life, I had a baby boy, and he was protected by psychic energy and survived for 7 happy years with both of his parents - who were apparently so in love with him and one another that they both gave their lives for him to be able to come to me; to us," Zap looked to Ronan and gave him a smile that was somehow not teary. She had to keep her emotions in check. This was important. More important than just the three of them who were in the room just then. Her hands raised to push her hair behind her ears and she checked herself not to take a step back. She held her position, hands on her hips now.
"For the past few months," sigh, "the past year really, I've been in turmoil about my own selfish wants and needs and obligations, but it's not just about me. It's about my children, and my parents, and my family as a whole. And you two are both so deeply a part of that now that things are complicated beyond understanding or one person's single choices." She didn't deserve to wield the kind of power she was speaking of - choosing a mate and breaking a family, steering its entire course, choosing their fates all by herself. "I love you both. I'm..." exhale, "attracted to you both. And apparently, it isn't a coincidence," Eva tried to smile here but only made it half way. "I made my choices in my reality, but the lines are blurred, so now I'm putting it to you two." She was serious, more than she'd ever been about anything so important. "I have a home - a huge, empty home, and now I have a big, tangled and beautiful family. I think we should all be together in one place. Right here," in Worthington Manor.
She looked to Warren first, then Ronan. "My babies can be siblings - live in one home. Have their mother - their fathers, their grandparents. No one would be left out or left hurting," and now her eyes were teary. She'd gone long enough without the waterworks, apparently. Eva sniffled, then continued. "I won't pretend this is a completely unselfish plea - I want both of you so badly," her handsome men. The fathers of her epic, stunning son and daughter. "I don't care what anyone else thinks, so if you two are willing, I will make this work. This is about us, not other people. You both deserve to have a say in your lives - for you, for me, for your kids. So what do you think? Can we three be here, together? A family?" They were all hurting, and she was determined to see the end of it, come what may.
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[info]heavenlyweapons
2017-01-03 02:33 pm (local) (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
He'd arrived in his family's library before Eva had, armed only with her vague text message and a ghost of an idea of what she wanted. Warren took a seat, only to be joined, not by his wife - but by Ronan. He'd visited the manor several times since Faolan had popped into existence. The seven-year-old had been brought there to live close to his mother until other arrangements could be made. Eva and Warren, however, had not been sharing a bedroom for most of the month of December. He'd taken up in one of several guest rooms the manor held, bitter but closer to Eva than Ronan.
Warren's eyes didn't leave the Irishman, nor did Ronan's waver away from Angel. They circled the table, two animals on the prowl - neither in the mood to back down. Angel had avoided Mars since the incident, the one in which Ronan planned to maim or kill the winged man. "Ronan."
"The Third." Ronan countered when the heir had spoken to him. Fuck, he'd be happy when he didn't have to come to this house to see his son or his Eva anymore. It reeked of old money and unearned privilege - two things Ronan detested. He stopped their dance around the table when he sensed Eva about to enter the room. He turned toward the door and was more than a little curious about her choice of wardrobe. Hopefully, that was her divorce dress.
It was not her divorce dress. Ronan stood even before Eva had finished her plea to the two men. The only thing that held his voice from a full roar were the tears that still swam in Eva's eyes. "What do you expect me to do? Play Irish butler while you stay married to this..." His hand gestured across the table to the man who'd also rose to his feet.
"Nobody hires Irish butlers you twit... they steal." Warren answered much more coldly than Mars had struck out and before Ronan could call him whatever name he'd lined up inside his twisted little head, "Might I remind you. You tried to kill me... and let me try and recall how it was explained to me - you 'went down on my wife on our dining room table'." Warren's fist clenched, his eyes begged Ronan to cross the line here, in his house. His credibility had fallen so low within the ranks of the X-Men, Warren doubted if any of them would even bat an eye at a beaten Ronan stumbling from the manor. Though, Eva. Christ, he sighed out a heavy enough breath that he felt his wings fluttered behind him.
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[info]ronan_murphy
2017-01-03 02:34 pm (local) (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
Ronan's nostrils flared and his own metaphorical feathers were ruffled at Angel's words. But the revelation about the interludes into the manor had taken some of the wind out of his sails. The chains Ronan had forged in life, would surely weigh him down in the afterlife, but until Zap - he hadn't cared. Guilt had been something Mars had snuffed out and discarded as easily as a cigarette butt. But she had a way of... activating his humanity. He didn't just feel in love with her, he felt like a person with her. Lurking into another man's house and satisfying his wife, better than he could have, on their dining room table actually caused the Irishman to feel remorse. The entire reason he'd come to Zap in the Danger Room and told her they needed to end the affair was because he couldn't take the guilt, he couldn't stand to have Zap, but have to hide it.
Ronan huffed, then let his jacket slide off his arms. He turned to expose the pistol tucked between his back and his belt, and slowly reached for it. "Don't get any ideas." He told the ex-cop across the table. Ronan carefully removed the gun, expelled the clip and cocked the metal back. When the loose bullet emerged from the side of the barrel, Mars caught it and placed on the table next to the clip and the gun itself. "If we keep talking, I'm going to want to use that."
Warren watched the man carefully, even placed his hand on the grip of his own sidearm, but merely placed the weapon on the table opposite Ronan's... then the knife he kept on the other side of his belt. Warren took a step back from the table and inhaled air a foot away from the center of tension that had formed in the room. "What are you suggesting, Eva?" Warren begged for clarification. "You're right. Your family is spectacular. Your mum is a fantastic woman, and Faolan... is an amazing child." Angel even glanced to Ronan to show the Irishman that his praise for Faolan and the alternate parents was genuine. "I would love them all to live here, but Ronan and I might as well have a duel out by the gazebo. If you think us constantly vying for you affection is a good plan... I'm telling you now, it will get ugly."
"Yeah," Ronan agreed with Warren... begrudgingly. "Uglier than half the portraits in this library."
"These are my deary departed family members." Angel informed Ronan,
"I can see the resemblance." Ronan added, to his surprise, it produced a chuckle from Warren. "Don't laugh, you fuck." Mars told the heir with a smile on that even surprised the Murphy.
"He's not wrong, Eva." Ronan told the electrokine in the wrap dress. "I want you... with every bit of myself. You say no one will be left out in the cold - but the one of us that isn't yer partner will be. Even if he does live here with his kid."
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[info]tjuzs
2017-01-03 03:02 pm (local) (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
Lol, she thought. She'd asked a man, her English cop husband, to live with his wife's lover, a deranged Irish assassin. They weren't picking up what she was putting down, though. Zap had worded it as nicely as she could without just coming out and saying her true meaning. So, fuck it. They'd disarmed and were talking about the scenery. She needed them to focus. "There wouldn't be vying for attention or someone left out in the cold. I'm telling you I can't pick and I don't want to, and I think we'd all be better for it."
"I want you both - no ugliness or duels or," she rolled her eyes, "Irish butlers. Equals - all three of us." Zap's eyebrows rose and her glance volleyed between the two men, trying to read them for understanding or (God forbid) acceptance. "Parents, partners... a household of three." The true definition of a ménage à trois. If they agreed to consider it, they would be in charge of setting the boundaries (should there be any). By the looks of the weapons laid out on the table, she assumed there would be boundaries. Her eyebrows were raised with challenge, and she gestured grandly with hands and took a small bow, "What say you?" When she arose, she shocked their asses in unison, fingers flicking for emphasis, and a sly smile in place. Pompous jerks. Her hands came back to the table top. "Warren would keep the master suite, Ronan could have a room nearby where we've set up Faolan. I could wander." She wouldn't mind, not really. Not for all the good the compromise brought to everyone.
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[info]ronan_murphy
2017-01-03 08:00 pm (local) (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
He'd been shocked, literally and figuratively - and both chapped his ass. Though, the actual lightning, had left the him mildly turned on. "Excuse me?" Ronan thought he'd thought, but had actually said out loud. Turned out it was a ménage à trois dress... lingerie would have helped, or at least distracted from what Eva's mouth... Eva's tongue... Eva's words had been. "Equals? Share you?" He blurted out, before the more measured Warren had had a chance to voice his opinion. "No." He couldn't have put it anymore plainly. But then again, if Angel agreed... he might win Zap by default. Or perhaps this was merely a test... 'Nope.' Ronan thought again. He could feel the seriousness coming from Eva's exposed pores.
Angel winced in time with his backside. Was this the future - they bickered and Zap played ref. Not the worst he supposed, but it still felt odd. "Though this be madness, yet there is method in it." Warren quoted his favorite work of his favorite author. He himself had felt not unlike Hamlet, this month past. More than usually, anyway. Her proposal made the heir pause, before he uttered his initial gut reaction of distaste for the idea. He too did not favor the notion of sharing Eva, though, in fact, he'd been sharing Eva without even being aware of the situation. So this would in fact be an improvement - as fucked up a reality as that was. "The three of us, equal partners?" Warren clarified, then took a simple step toward Eva.
"Partners..." Ronan repeated, still a bit dumbstruck. The Irishman suddenly wanted a lifeline to call Kiernan and ask his brother what he ought to do. Unfortunately, for Mars, his Asimov-style rules kicked in and he gave this bullshit more thought than he should have. Do no harm to Eva. She wanted this, she needed her family. And there seemed to be only two options. One of the men disappeared, or this...? Ronan had no intention of disappearing... and short of murder, he didn't know how to get rid of Angel. Besides, that would hurt Ren and Eva... thus breaking his rule. "This is insane..." He added for good measure.
Warren had bridged the gap to Eva, and elected to hold his hand out for her to grab. "Will this, will the three of us being together..." The sounded strange to say out loud. "Will this truly make you happy?" Warren asked, fairly sure he already knew the answer. Perhaps he had merely read Ronan's reaction and responded to that. If he embraced the idea, could he prove himself superior to Mars? Or was he simply willing to do whatever it took to make his wife happy? Warren honestly didn't know where his endearment for Eva ended and his indignation at Ronan started.
Ronan stood off, still trying to wrap this around his brain. Though, when he watched Warren take Eva's hand and gently kiss it, he imagined what would happen if he entered the picture behind Eva; if he nibbled her ear... Fuck. His love for her seemed to know no bounds. "I love you." Ronan stated simply - and felt the emotion hit his eyes. "I hate him." He didn't, but for the last few months the jealousy over being married to Zap had festered inside of Mars. "I... fuck I'm actually considering this." He looked away from the married couple and his hand passed through his hair several times. "You just want it all, everything. You don't get everything..." Life didn't work that way. Of course, who said it didn't work that way? God, that's who. He reached down and snatched his jacket up from the floor, then slowly slipped the garment on. "I want to talk to The Third... alone." He told Eva, hands now tucked into the front pockets of his jeans.
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[info]zapster
2017-01-03 08:14 pm (local) (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select
Eva took a mental inventory of what each man had said.
Ronan: "Excuse me? Equals? Share you? No. Partners... This is insane... I love you. I hate him. I... fuck I'm actually considering this. You just want it all, everything. You don't get everything... I want to talk to The Third... alone."
Warren: "Though this be madness, yet there is method in it. The three of us, equal partners? Will this, will the three of us being together... Will this truly make you happy?"
As per usual, Warren was pensive and soft, and Ronan was mouthy and garish. And selfish. Hello pot, this is kettle. Her hand squeezed Warren's fingers and she looked him in the eye for a moment before answering Ronan's request. She turned her head to face Mars. "Feel free to chat in the hallway," she said, gesturing toward the doors of the library. Their weapons were laid out on the table there, after all. The hallway was less... armed. And ushering them out was her way of saying she wasn't budging. Whoever didn't want to participate in her suggestion could help themselves to the metaphorical door. Her shoes remained planted, and she lowered her hand from Warren's touch and rested her fingers at the outsides of her thighs. "Do hurry back," she said, voice intentionally uppercrust-y. Ronan had irked her; his request to speak with Warren alone - his 'want your cake and eat it too' remark... If he didn't want to play nice, she wouldn't either.