Re: [Gwen & Harry: Gotham]
[Gwen tried hard to hold onto hope, but it was like she'd tried to tell Peter over and over - the girl that believed in hope as a talisman, as a propeller through life, that girl died a long time ago. She'd been tossed off a clock tower, and it wasn't even Carnage or the clone situation that had dimmed that light, but she wasn't made for shadows. She didn't like living in dark places, and she was kind of glad Harry hadn't picked anything super dark.
He nodded about the skirt, and she was a little shy as he said she should try it on. That, too, was super dumb, because she remembered being with him, and she didn't even need notes or a list to remind herself of the nuanced aspect of that intimacy. And, okay, so maybe her willingness to try the skirt on for him had something to do with missing Peter, and maybe it was totally weak to do this, but she was tired of being strong, and she felt completely alone.
She looked at him a few seconds, after he said they were still there, quiet, and she undid the buttons at waist and hip of the skirt she wore. She wasn't good at doing anything sensual (she'd never be Mary Jane, no matter how hard she tried), but she didn't fumble or anything as the skirt fell to the plush dressing room floor. A moment of pale blue lace, and then the new skirt was on, buttoned over pale and flat belly.]
Maybe it...? [Because she hadn't forgotten his truncated thought.]