Re: wayne manor: destiny/steph
[There's that hint of a smile again. She's not trying to manipulate her future - that always tastes like bitter anise on the back of his tongue. Her curiosity is not unwelcome, but now is not the time to explain the ins and outs of how he fits into the universe - or how he affects her reality.]
Is that what you want? [He queries, not necessarily needling, but what she wants is deeper than that. A quick fix, yes, but also that feeling that comes with being first with someone else. It's a by-product of love - the truer form, not just a crush - and shares a border with unconditional. He listens to her move, her sigh, the rustle of her hair on her shoulders and picks up another cookie.] Don't bemoan the lack of a quick fix. Why do you bake cookies from scratch instead of buying them at the market? [Is there a point there? Yes.]
It might be. [There's that curl of his lips, but he doesn't flinch when she pokes him in the arm - it doesn't hurt after all. It's heat, and pressure and while he knows that she wouldn't leap away in fright, he also knows that there are certain expectations for how someone should look.] Don't say I didn't warn you. [Is he teasing? Perhaps. He reaches up, hooks a fingertip around the bridge of his sunglasses, and lowers them just enough so that she can see his cloudy, milk white eyes. The irises are a slightly darker shade, enough to indicate where they should be without the heavier, more brilliant colors of a human eye but they completely lack a pupil. His gaze fixes slightly over her left shoulder.]