stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: In Person: Selina/Dickie/Stephie
[The conversation with Eddie left her in pieces. Was that really going to be the last time she spoke to him? Over the fucking journals? It couldn't be. They didn't get to kiss each other goodbye, like they did every single time they went out to battle on Earth-3. But that didn't assuage the panic. She was a mess of gasps and tears and wobbly legs when the conversation ended. When he said his goodbye. Pace, pace, pace down that alleyway she had ducked into, hidden away from the chaos shouting down the street. The comm was out of her ear, and while she heard Selina speaking to someone on it, she wasn't tempted to listen in. Her
He would be okay, he would be okay, he would be okay.
As she slunk down to the floor, she focused on the good things. On the I love you, on the demand to stay strong for him. She would stay fucking strong for him, even if truthfully she would rather be out there potentially dying with him than in some dirty alleyway close to City Hall. When she heard someone jogging down the street, her head jerked up.] Dickie? [Did she tell him where she was? Did Selina? Did Selina even mention him coming? She had been lost in her own mind. She was still in kevlar black and Spoiler purple, though the shroud and cowl hung around her neck. No fucks given about secret identities. Her blonde hair was sticking out of her braid, and her puffy eye would betray the tears if her cheeks weren't already damp. Shaking still, and rattling for air, she didn't stand. She just kept crouching against that dirty wall.]