Re: Hotel: Selina & Robert
[Selina knew Tony was down. She knew he was down in the same way she was, something deep and dark and not easy to rouse from. But he was Tony. Sure, they were both reckless and made for death wishes, but they never actually died.
Well, no, correction, they never actually stayed dead. Why should now be any different? Alright, so the fact that Tony hadn't answered Robert? She reluctantly admitted that meant there was trouble, but it didn't have to be the end of the world. It was just some dumb Tony Stark stunt gone wrong.
And when had she turned into the eternal optimist?
But it wasn't that. It wasn't optimism. It was, simply, that she couldn't handle the loss. So, she wasn't very different from Robert, standing there and making it all about herself in bare feet.
And the embrace? Sure, it was to make him feel better, there with all his jitters, his pacing, his curls declaring riotous mutiny on his head. But it was for her, too, to make her feel better. And it did. He was a good hugger, curved and with arms that went all the way around her after a bit of hesitation. He'd always felt safe, and this time was no different, and he could tell her who he wasn't until the cow's came home, but it still felt the same.
She was thin, lean muscle beneath his arms, and she smelled of spices and red musk, exotic things layered from bath, lotion, shampoo. But she didn't consider herself delicate, perish the thought.
She pulled away a little, arms lifting, fingers making some attempt to set his curls right, though she knew perfectly well that never worked.] Alright, so he's probably in a little bit of trouble, and we'll save his ass, and he'll owe us.