Re: quicklog: Gwen S/Jason T
She was officially badass. [She said it like someone unaccustomed to swearing, but she liked using the words for emphasis now. Usage was deliberate, like the planned conclusion to a strong paper, and she smiled proudly at her own sentence construction for maximum effect, which totally negated any oomph the sentence had in the first place.
She tugged, and she pulled the modified sonic she always carried out of her messenger bag, tucking it into her pocket, where she could reach it more readily should something bad happen. But it was a few blocks up the road, and she wasn't expecting any catastrophes. But a few steps outside, and she frowned at his dream representation. It made her think of her conversation with Hels, and she looked over at him with intelligent eyes of cornflower blue.] I told Hels, and now I'm informing you, but I'm starting therapy on Monday. I figure fear of redheads and dying is universal enough that I can talk about it without going into weird comic book or door stuff. I'm going to try to be less fatalistic. [She meant that. She didn't want to drive everyone she cared about nuts.
She slid her arm through his, and she was small and warm against his side.] Flash thinks he and I should hang out with Peter and Mary Jane, because Mary Jane thinks I'm keeping Peter from her or something. Which is only important in that it leads up to the following: Flash is totally crazy for Mary Jane, and I asked him if he was okay with seeing her and Peter together. He said it didn't matter, because Peter and Mary Jane were totally going to bone as soon as I died. [She looked over at the boy on her arm.] I didn't even agree with him. I didn't argue, but for once I didn't agree that my death was grossly imminent. [She smiled, proud of herself once more.
And then she fell easily into his question about naked classrooms, as if she hadn't just promised something huge.] I always dream about being naked in front of a class, and I never worry about my nudity. I'm always worried about the presentation, or the problem I'm solving, or whatever has me in front of the class. Typical, huh? [A scrunch of her nose, and she looked up at the night sky as they walked the final steps to the library.
There, she yanked open the door, and then the stairwell door, which led into the hotel's darkness.] Shoo. I have to make sure you're out if I'm not here to take care of you. I promised Hels. [It was late at night, but the library was brightly lit, and she was sure Harry was waiting upstairs for her already.
It was impulsive, the stretch that resulted in a kiss to his cheek, and then she nudged him out with a hand to his chest.