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Tweak says, "I wanna be your Krackatoa!"

Sydney Ella Johnson // Cinderella (herstiletto) wrote in musingslogs,
@ 2010-11-13 04:06:00

Entry tags:

angel, cinderella, methos

Who: Sydney & Matt
What: Ex-spouses meet for the first time in centuries. WITH NO INHIBITIONS HOBOY
Where: Coffeeshop
When: 10 am, backdated to Friday morning
Warnings: Possibly cussing?

Sydney had awoken this morning with little help from her alarm clock, which was unusual. She also woke up with a strange knot in her stomach--she couldn't tell if it was from nervousness, or hunger, or excitement, or guilt. Maybe a combination of all three. Rolling out of bed, she'd spent over an hour trying to decide what to wear before hurriedly slapping some cream cheese on a bagel and eating it. She made some fresh-squeezed orange juice, drinking some and leaving the rest in a pitcher with a note for Will. Her hands brushed against the stair railing as she left, heels clicking as she rushed to her car.

She was ten minutes early when she got to the coffee shop, which was good, because approaching him once he'd already sat down would remind her too much of her reunion with Roger. She ordered a coffee from the server at the front (and blushed profusely when she found herself randomly commenting on his attractiveness) and found a comfortable seat, away from most of the humans who were reading the news or going about getting their morning coffee. At least then they'd be able to talk without interruption. Plus, being overheard by a human when discussing their centuries of history might be a bit...awkward. Or strange.

She sat for a minute before remembering that they lived in the same apartment complex. "Fuck!" she cussed softly under her breath. "I should've offered him a ride." Though, once she thought about it, that might have felt silly...meeting him in the apartment complex just to drive all the way to a coffeeshop to talk. But because for some strange reason she was feeling impulsive today, she pulled out her cell phone and texted him.

I'm at the coffeeshop. Sorry. Forgot we were in
the same complex. Should've offered you a ride.

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herstiletto
2010-12-03 03:57 am UTC (link)

She waited for that moment, hoping this wasn't about to escalate to a scene even moreso than it already was in the middle of the coffeeshop. Her shoulders relaxed subtly as he agreed, and with pursed lips (she definitely noticed that tone of his), she turned and stalked out of the front door, ignoring the people that tried to subtly watch them walk out. Stupid humans. This was probably the drama highlight of their days, she thought to herself, irritation making her cynical and snappy.

She walked quickly, heels clipping against the ground as she crossed the street to the parking lot on the opposite corner. The parking garage was deserted, luckily, and they reached her car in the basement floor relatively quickly. She turned around, arms crossed, still irritated. "Okay. So please, inform the inquisitor of what she's missing here." Yep, still pissed about that comparison.

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walkingmyth
2010-12-03 01:23 pm UTC (link)

He seethed in silence the entire trip through the car park and down to her car, saying nothing, but his anger and frustration at her were almost palpable. Once they arrived he stopped short, weighing his words before releasing them.

"Well if you were truly an Inquisitor it wouldn't make any difference what I say because you'll have already made your mind up," he replied pointedly, almost looming over her now. "But what you're missing is that you keep joining everything together as if it's all related. Some huge conspiracy of the universe. Sometimes things that look related aren't. And if you got your head out of your narrow little world-view every now and again, you would see that."

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herstiletto
2010-12-03 01:39 pm UTC (link)

He had a point with the comment about the inquisitors, and she readied herself for openness, acceptance, perhaps even a filter on her mouth so she didn't make things worse. Leaning against the door of her car, she watched him evenly. But as he spoke, her mouth dropped open again and she leaned in towards him, brows furrowing.

"My narrow little world-view?" she asked. "I don't know if you've noticed who you're talking about here--we are connected, the three of us, for centuries now, and that's just the unavoidable truth!" Her lips pressed together for a moment, her rage simmering. "And you're one to talk about narrow world views, Matt," she said through gritted teeth. "I can't even believe you're lecturing me about--" she cut herself off with a little huff, leaning into him and practically on her tiptoes as she tried to make up for what he had in advantage in height. "You've let yourself grow so detached from the world around you that you live in a bubble all your own!"

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walkingmyth
2010-12-04 03:53 am UTC (link)

"But at least I see it for what it is," he hissed, taking another step closer, "instead of deciding to see it only through those rose-tinted glasses of yours. I may choose not to get involved, but don't mistake that for ignorance."

He saw enough. He knew the way the world worked, the turns of the screws, how everything fit. It was predictable and rarely changed, that's why he distanced himself from it. Not because he had a narrow view but because it didn't matter. It would all come around again in the end. "And anyway. Your way's that much better? At least with mine I'm never disappointed. As for us all being connected...I never said we weren't. But it's a big world, we're bound to run into each other in circumstances that don't have anything to do with it! Is it truly that difficult for you to believe it just happened and there wasn't anything more behind it than that?"

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herstiletto
2010-12-06 12:38 pm UTC (link)

"It's not a form of ignorance!" she spat, brows furrowed with consternation. "It's a way of interpreting the lives of humans. I choose to see the benefits that their otherwise strange and possibly negative traits encompass--you have no faith in them at all." She placed her hands on her hips and jutted out her chin in quite the stubborn manner.

She almost felt like stomping her foot, she felt so frustrated--and deep underneath that, a little confused. This conversation had suddenly sprung out of nowhere, and she felt like they were talking in circles. She looked back up at him. "Just because things don't turn out the way I'd always like them to is no reason to abandon my sense of optimism for the human race. I mean, Christ, Matt, I--" she broke off, and suddenly something like impulse seized her and she reached out and pulled at the collar of his shirt, leaning up and meeting his lips in a none-too-chaste kiss, fingers reaching up to tangle in his hair.

Oh god. What the fuck was she doing? screamed a voice in the back of her mind.

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walkingmyth
2010-12-08 03:15 am UTC (link)

An argument had begun to form in his mind, something along the lines of few humans having enough positive traits to make interpreting them worthwhile, how it wasn't that he didn't have any optimism so much as that the cycles of time made it pointless, but then there was the clutch of fingers and the press of curves, the demand of lips that had been absent for...a rather long time, and he started to have a little trouble focusing on the conversation.

He responded in kind for a few moments, more than he would have rationally liked but far too few for the rest, pinning her against the car door but not particularly gentle about it since he was still angry, damn it, before pulling back slightly. He fixed her with a scowl, his tone accusatory. "And now you're cheating? I thought we were having an argument."

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