Re: Dream: Selina & Tony
He was familiar with her whims. He knew it was her, and though her facial features and attire were different, it didn't trouble him. He trusted her, so that was that, and the dream made precise parallels from stranger to familiar. A quick smile flicked over his face. "This is how I died the first time. I can't remember what number I'm on now. Let's hope I have as many lives as you do."
He leveled a curious look at her. "I don't know why anyone would pretend. You're kind of a catch, you know. You just choose the wrong men to wait for." Sideways look at her. "It's nice when it works. You'll see. When you're older."
He was still brushing his fingers over the wet material over his chest, like a child scratching at a scab. He took two fingers and absently tried to close the wound under the cloth, the width of his fingers from index to thumb the just barely enough to attempt it. He turned his shoulder slightly away from her, as if this was something embarrassing.
"The suit just... moves... me from place to place. Everybody just expects too much from it. It's metal." He pressed bloody fingerprints into the fabric of his stained pants, and abruptly stood up. Voices, gunfire, howling wind, all of it got louder. "Now we can't go, you die on the way out." He glanced sideways at the teapot and the game board.