Raven is right in front of you (illbeanyone) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-24 21:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, irene adler (destiny), raven darkholme (mystique) |
We could see a movie but I’m not sure how well you can view it
Who: Raven and Irene
What: Staying over for Breakfast
When: Recent
Where: Irene's place
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Raven was feeling smug that morning, as she made the promised pancakes for Irene. Between a fantastic sleepless night (in the good way), and the news that Anna had come to her senses? She was over the moon. And she had lunch with a friend later, which was something that she hadn’t really had before in either of her lives. A friend she could just shoot the shit with.
It was nice.
And she’d gotten away with attempted murder, too.
Irene would certainly second the description of the night as fantastic. She anticipated that the pancakes would be just as fantastic in their own way. Anna had seen fit to separate from the questionable young man--hopefully he saw fit to manage to never again Irene’s daughter with his car, as well. That was still possible Irene’s largest reason for disliking him.
Irene also found it quite pleasant that her powers of Sight had seen fit to work their way up to working as a different sort of eyes just as they did in the dreams. Flashing back and forth between visions and blindness had been...disconcerting, to say the least. She still used her cane in public and still prefered to wear her sunglasses, but it was a definite improvement.
A little more to the right next time, if Remy crossed her again. She actually wasn’t happy thinking such murderous thoughts, but then she got irrational when it came to Rogue. Raven just hoped Mystique never completely took her over.
“Good morning. Your stack is on the table and you better get to it before I decide I want dessert.” It was sickenly domestic and Raven didn’t care.
“Mmm. I wouldn’t complain, but those pancakes do smell amazing.” Irene shrugged into a robe and made her way over to Raven. She gave her a lingering kiss before sashaying over to the table to take a seat.
Raven beamed. Even though she knew Irene couldn’t see it she somehow knew that Irene could, anyway, and that made her smile all the brighter. She had to bite back emotional words, still unsure of their relationship. And feeling like she didn’t deserve to say them to Irene yet. They weren’t who they were in the dreams and God only know how long this would last. “I hope they taste as good.”
Irene settled into her chair and began cutting her pancakes. She took a bite and made an ‘mm’ing sound of approval. “These are excellent.”
“Thank you. So I have lunch with a friend, but do you have plans tonight? I was hoping we could go out.” She smiled nervously.
Irene ate a few more bites of her pancakes before answering. “I’m available tonight. What did you have in mind?”
She wasn’t even sure how to ask about that. “I don’t...I’m not sure. We could see a movie but I’m not sure how well you can view it. Assuming you can’t just ‘see’ the ending coming.”
Irene smiled. “I can still hear it. And See it to an extent.” She took another bite. “But I would very much enjoy sitting in the theater with you.”
“I didn’t know how you’d…” But they’d enjoyed the theater together in the dreams, to an extent. The thought made Raven blush scarlet, and she stuffed some pancakes into her mouth. “Anyway,” she said through a mouthful. “How is work?”
“Work is going well. It’s different, helping patients with Sight and with some amounts of foreknowledge. I...try not to interfere too much. Though it’s tempting,” Irene said.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just use your powers?” Raven couldn’t fathom not using her powers to her advantage. She had, quite often, in fact, and pretty recently.
“Well, they aren’t quite up to the level of Seeing multiple outcomes yet. It’s enough to navigate and to See some future events, and suggest that they go certain places or avoid them on a certain day.” Irene tapped her fork on her pancakes. “And if I Saw they were going to injury themselves I would call to intervene.”
Raven nodded her head. “I see… so to speak.” She grinned at her pun. “I’ll pick out a movie, something that’s dialogue heavy.”
Irene smiled. “An excellent idea.”
“Assuming I let you pay attention,” she added, sucking her fork clean audibly and wholly 100% innocently.
Irene chuckled at the comment. And at the sound. “I admit it would be hard to ignore you.”
Raven smiled. “I have a way. Although it’s mostly thanks to the dreams. I was a lot more awkward and flaily before them. You’d think I’d have been more seductive if you listened to the gossip.”
“Gossip tends to inflate things. Otherwise it doesn’t stay interesting, and whoever’s spreading it doesn’t have any satisfaction from it.” Irene tilted her head to one side. “I think I’d have found you interesting, even without the dreams.”
“I’m glad you think so, and I know it’s not just because I’m flexible.” She wondered if Irene had ever watched the Olympics, and her competing in Athens and Beijing.
That made Irene grin. “It’s certainly isn’t the only thing. But it’s definitely a pleasant bonus. I did like listening to the Olympics. Especially the parts with routines done to music. And I usually had someone around to fill in the gaps if the announcers weren’t feeling very talkative.”
“Some of the announcers aren’t very… descriptive.” The best ones were the ones that really knew their stuff. That understood the sport and got just as excited as the audience when a gymnast was on point.
“Indeed.” Irene smiled and finished her pancakes. “Thank you for making breakfast.”
“You’re welcome.” Raven got up to finish cleaning up, then stepped over to give Irene a kiss. “I have that lunch date with a friend, so I should get home and shower and change into new clothing.”
“Mmm.” Irene smiled at the kiss. “That sounds like a plan. Suggestions on what I should wear?” Oh, she had an idea, but asking was always fun.
“Uh….” Raven stammered a little bit, her mind going all sorts of different ways. “How about...something a little flashy but not too flashy.” Honestly she just wanted cleavage.
Irene grinned wickedly. “I know just the thing.”
“I look forward to it.” Flushing, she backpedaled towards the door. In her head, the part of her that wanted to be Mystique balked at her acting like a love-struck teenager, but she ignored it. She liked this feeling. “I’ll see you tonight.” Then, quickly, she fled out the door.
Irene chuckled as Raven fled. It was going to be a good evening.