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controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
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They wanted your powers.
[It hadn't been too hard to figure it out, not when she heard talk of people coming up against those strange versions of the Masked.]
And I think they might be too arrogant to even consider something like us coming for you.
[It hadn't been too hard to figure it out, not when she heard talk of people coming up against those strange versions of the Masked.]
And I think they might be too arrogant to even consider something like us coming for you.
Yeah, but for what? Themselves? Or to just take them and make us weaker?
[It feels weird, being able to say "us" and include himself in that.]
[It feels weird, being able to say "us" and include himself in that.]
Themselves, they were already using them.
[So there's... that]
[So there's... that]
Oh.
[Well, then.
Saul doesn't know what to say to that or how to process any of this at all. He needs sleep. He needs to go talk to Effie.
What he does instead is lift his head and turn slightly, pressing a kiss to Steph's shoulder.]
You should go see Ashraf — he can heal your leg.
[Well, then.
Saul doesn't know what to say to that or how to process any of this at all. He needs sleep. He needs to go talk to Effie.
What he does instead is lift his head and turn slightly, pressing a kiss to Steph's shoulder.]
You should go see Ashraf — he can heal your leg.
[And she sighs, quiet, eyes slipping closed for a moment.]
It's not that bad, and I'm sure he's pretty tired after everything. He doesn't need me bothering him for a quick fix.
It's not that bad, and I'm sure he's pretty tired after everything. He doesn't need me bothering him for a quick fix.
So give him a day to relax, then go see him.
[He's insisting.]
Please.
[He's insisting.]
Please.
It's fine, Saul.
[She feels a little weird about using magic.]
[She feels a little weird about using magic.]
Do we have to do this again?
[She'd really rather not, especially not when she's feeling comfortable and safe and warm.]
[She'd really rather not, especially not when she's feeling comfortable and safe and warm.]
No. Sorry.
[When he starts sounding like a kicked puppy, it's time for sleep. But he doesn't want her to leave and he doesn't want her to stay, so maybe if he just remains conscious...
Easier said than done.]
[When he starts sounding like a kicked puppy, it's time for sleep. But he doesn't want her to leave and he doesn't want her to stay, so maybe if he just remains conscious...
Easier said than done.]
[She's quiet for a little while, just enjoying... this, before she has to leave.
Eventually:]
You should get some sleep.
[She leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, before drawing away completely, carefully scooping up Mike as she gets to her feet.]
Eventually:]
You should get some sleep.
[She leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, before drawing away completely, carefully scooping up Mike as she gets to her feet.]
I should get a lot of sleep.
[His voice is a murmur, and as soon as she's up, he flops onto his side. He's sleeping on the couch tonight.
Blearily:] Don't take my cat.
[His voice is a murmur, and as soon as she's up, he flops onto his side. He's sleeping on the couch tonight.
Blearily:] Don't take my cat.
[No hey don't do that. Sleeping on the couch is bad for you.]
Saul!
[She's totally going to take his cat.]
Go to bed!
Saul!
[She's totally going to take his cat.]
Go to bed!
[This couch is totally comfy. What is her problem.
He grumbles and waves a hand at her, pressing his face against the cushion.]
I am!
He grumbles and waves a hand at her, pressing his face against the cushion.]
I am!
You're gonna regret that when you wake up. Or when Lee or Remy get up and start making noise.
Fine.
[Mike seems to agree with Steph, mewing at Saul once Steph sets her down beside the couch.
Steph, meanwhile, heads to the linen closet and grabs a blanket, bringing it back to toss over Saul. She rests a hand on his shoulder for a moment, before pulling back.]
Goodnight, Saul.
[And if he has nothing else to say, she's going to let herself out, making sure the door locks behind her.]
[Mike seems to agree with Steph, mewing at Saul once Steph sets her down beside the couch.
Steph, meanwhile, heads to the linen closet and grabs a blanket, bringing it back to toss over Saul. She rests a hand on his shoulder for a moment, before pulling back.]
Goodnight, Saul.
[And if he has nothing else to say, she's going to let herself out, making sure the door locks behind her.]
[Yeah well they can both just shut up!!
So what if he wakes up with a stiff neck? The UE mattresses were worse.
As soon as the blanket's over him, he curls up, stifling a yawn against the fabric. The last thing he says is an incoherent mumble, but Steph wouldn't be far off the mark at all if she guessed he just said "night."
Poor Saul. He's so tired the kiss on his cheek didn't even register, nor did the hand on his shoulder. Just give him a few hours — he'll remember it after he wakes up.]
So what if he wakes up with a stiff neck? The UE mattresses were worse.
As soon as the blanket's over him, he curls up, stifling a yawn against the fabric. The last thing he says is an incoherent mumble, but Steph wouldn't be far off the mark at all if she guessed he just said "night."
Poor Saul. He's so tired the kiss on his cheek didn't even register, nor did the hand on his shoulder. Just give him a few hours — he'll remember it after he wakes up.]
[ he's struggled with what to say to her for a while now since they returned, even after she jabbed him with a needle (don't matter how small it was!), but this seems pretty clear cut.
she'll get it. ]
next time, no needles.
she'll get it. ]
next time, no needles.
one of the reasons i'm not talking into this thing. they hurt like a bitch.
[ If only she could see his face right now, like that icon. ]
[ If only she could see his face right now,
go see ashraf at the clinic, he'll be able to fix them up.
[ignore the part where Saul asked her to do the same for her leg and she refused.]
[ignore the part where Saul asked her to do the same for her leg and she refused.]
i'm not going anywhere near anymore of that magic junk. not tlaking about that card game either.
[ cause he now thinks there's at least SOMEONE who can fix things with *~*magic*~* ]
[ cause he now thinks there's at least SOMEONE who can fix things with *~*magic*~* ]
it's not gonna hurt you, ashraf's a good guy.
a few broken ribs is nothing compared to having an old rusted metal rod punch you in the gut.
i'll manage.
i'll manage.
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