stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: steph/eddie
[She opened her mouth to argue. To compare herself to the others. To find the chink in his defenses that would just let her feel like a completely worthless piece of shit like she wanted to feel like. To wallow and loathe and deny that he was the same man -- how could he think that he was the same man? What kind of load of shit was that? She had all of that on the tip of her tongue, sharp and copper like blood, but he was opening the door before she could stop him.]
Eddie, no! [A protest, quick on her lips, but it died just as fast. No, she hadn't been able to run in ages. They didn't want to push out adrenaline like that. They were scared she'd have more attacks. And they were right, partially. The chase thrilled her, and before she even launched after him, there was a race in her heart that she hadn't felt in eons. The air burned her lungs, and she certainly wasn't as fast as usual. The time in the hospital also meant her muscle definition had slowly dwindled away in favor of hospital meals and medications.
She hadn't seen a city so bright and vibrant since her Gotham. Their Gotham. The one with splashed neons and primaries across the city proclaiming it alive. The Gotham they called home now, the one they longed for in their dirty fucking sewer-home on Earth-3 was too blue, too demure to ever dream of being a city like that or a city like this.
She took for the chase, blonde hair flying back and muscles burning as she tried to close in on him, and if he was really listening, or if he turned around, he'd hear a quiet laugh. See a smile spread across her face as the drug, the rush pulsed through her veins.]