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controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
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[that's what he meant as much as anything else, yes.]
Don't hang the people who live here for the shit we're doing. They don't even know. And you know, your kids can choose. Should they have to? I donno, take that up with God or the Initiative.
You can't protect people from themselves. You just can't. People gonna be who they are.
Don't hang the people who live here for the shit we're doing. They don't even know. And you know, your kids can choose. Should they have to? I donno, take that up with God or the Initiative.
You can't protect people from themselves. You just can't. People gonna be who they are.
[Mike running out of the bedroom startles another laugh out of her, but her plans to rescue the flowers from the kitten get interrupted by, well, Saul. She gives him a quick kiss, before pulling back a little to grin at him.]
Thank god for that. [rude as hell.] Where did you even get flowers?
Thank god for that. [rude as hell.] Where did you even get flowers?
[Apparently, Mike is more concerned with sniffing the flowers at the moment.
Which is just as well, because Saul is way more inclined to pay attention to Steph right now in the form of kissing her cheek. And her jawline. And her chin and her forehead and...]
That's a secret.
[Mumbled between kisses, of course.]
Which is just as well, because Saul is way more inclined to pay attention to Steph right now in the form of kissing her cheek. And her jawline. And her chin and her forehead and...]
That's a secret.
[Mumbled between kisses, of course.]
[She laughs again, squirming with a half-hearted, teasing attempt at doding those kisses.
Saul pls.]
So what you're saying is I need to steal your tablet and find out?
Saul pls.]
So what you're saying is I need to steal your tablet and find out?
Aw, c'mon.
[nuzzlenuzzle kiss kiss ugh so gross]
We all need a little mystery in our lives. Do you like 'em?
[nuzzlenuzzle kiss kiss ugh so gross]
We all need a little mystery in our lives. Do you like 'em?
[ugh super gross]
I'm the only one allowed to have mysteries. [yes that is exactly how it works.
but she sobers up a little, with the question, her smile warm.] I love them, thank you.
I'm the only one allowed to have mysteries. [yes that is exactly how it works.
but she sobers up a little, with the question, her smile warm.] I love them, thank you.
No, I know, I just-- [Didn't know how else to put it.
Anything else she might have said is lost to that you can't protect people from themselves, when all it does it make her think of Jesse. She still doesn't know how to reconcile how much she loved him with the things he did. It was easier to ignore it, to walk away from him and try not to dwell on it, but now he's dead.
Saul might blame himself for not having done enough, but Steph wonders if she did too much, she woners how badly Jesse took her deciding to cut him out of her life. She knows it isn't just because of her, god knows she wasn't that important, but she can't help but think it might have contributed.
So that hits too hard, too close, and she fists her hands in the back of Peter's shirt and tries not to burst into tears. She can't say anything, she doesn't trust her voice.]
Anything else she might have said is lost to that you can't protect people from themselves, when all it does it make her think of Jesse. She still doesn't know how to reconcile how much she loved him with the things he did. It was easier to ignore it, to walk away from him and try not to dwell on it, but now he's dead.
Saul might blame himself for not having done enough, but Steph wonders if she did too much, she woners how badly Jesse took her deciding to cut him out of her life. She knows it isn't just because of her, god knows she wasn't that important, but she can't help but think it might have contributed.
So that hits too hard, too close, and she fists her hands in the back of Peter's shirt and tries not to burst into tears. She can't say anything, she doesn't trust her voice.]
where're you staying? just so i know where to come harrass you when i get bored
you're still ella. even with all the god stuff, right here and now you're still whoever you wanna be. the rest doesn't matter.
[It's not much of a pep talk, but it's something.]
i get it.
you're still ella. even with all the god stuff, right here and now you're still whoever you wanna be. the rest doesn't matter.
[It's not much of a pep talk, but it's something.]
i get it.
Oh, yeah? When was that decided?
[He pauses in his kissing to hug her instead.]
I'm glad.
[He pauses in his kissing to hug her instead.]
I'm glad.
Edited 2013-12-20 15:25 (UTC)
[peter rests his chin against steph's temple and his hand on the back of her head.]
It's okay.
[there's nothing placating in his tone. he's not saying it to shush her, he doesn't mean that things are okay. he means crying is okay, being upset is okay, being sad and lost and overwhelmed is okay. because he's pretty sure that steph needs explicit permission to not be brave and strong and stoic for a minute.]
It's okay.
[there's nothing placating in his tone. he's not saying it to shush her, he doesn't mean that things are okay. he means crying is okay, being upset is okay, being sad and lost and overwhelmed is okay. because he's pretty sure that steph needs explicit permission to not be brave and strong and stoic for a minute.]
[He's right, mostly, but the real reason that Steph fights the tears is because she's so fucking sick of crying. It feels like that's all she's done for the past few weeks, and it's exhausting.
She focuses on Peter's aura, that calmness lingering on the edge of her awareness. She forces herself to breathe steady and to let it wash over her; it doesn't make anything better, but it takes the edge off her distress, makes it easier to be rational.
It takes a while, long minutes of Steph just holding onto Peter as she breathes, but eventually the urge to cry passes, and she manages to loosen her grip on him.]
Sorry, I'm okay.
[And she does mean that even if maybe there's an unspoken for now tacked on the end.]
She focuses on Peter's aura, that calmness lingering on the edge of her awareness. She forces herself to breathe steady and to let it wash over her; it doesn't make anything better, but it takes the edge off her distress, makes it easier to be rational.
It takes a while, long minutes of Steph just holding onto Peter as she breathes, but eventually the urge to cry passes, and she manages to loosen her grip on him.]
Sorry, I'm okay.
[And she does mean that even if maybe there's an unspoken for now tacked on the end.]
Months ago, I thought you got the memo.
[steph pls]
What're they for, anyway?
[god forbid he just get her flowers because he can.]
[steph pls]
What're they for, anyway?
[god forbid he just get her flowers because he can.]
[he just stands there and lets her have as long as she needs. really, he doesn't know what else to do, of there even is anything else to do. he wonders if there's not more going on here, but it doesn't really make a difference. standing there and holding her while his weapon does its work is hardly a hardship, as things go. destiny once lectured him at length about how most men are 'fixers', desperate to solve any situation that causes a woman to be emotional. peter is not a fixer. he's got a handle on what's his problem and what isn't, what is his to fix and what isn't. when her hands relax he lightens his hold on her, but doesn't move away.]
I know you're okay, vitazajka.
I know you're okay, vitazajka.
[She's just grateful that he's there. That he isn't asking for anything from her right now, because sometimes it feels like too many people need something from her. It's part of why she was drawn to Saul in the first place; it never felt like he needed her in the same way some of her friends did.
And Peter is similar, especially with the added knowledge that she likely won't have to watch his back in a fight, because generally he's smart enough to avoid them.]
If that means 'sweetheart', I swear to god...
[She actually manages to sound a little amused, huffing a laugh against Peter's skin.]
And Peter is similar, especially with the added knowledge that she likely won't have to watch his back in a fight, because generally he's smart enough to avoid them.]
If that means 'sweetheart', I swear to god...
[She actually manages to sound a little amused, huffing a laugh against Peter's skin.]
I received no such memo. Did you send it through the proper channels?
[That's exactly what he needs: a secretary.
The question makes him smile.]
Just because.
[Because he figures it's his turn to try brightening her day the way she's been brightening his.]
[That's exactly what he needs: a secretary.
The question makes him smile.]
Just because.
[Because he figures it's his turn to try brightening her day the way she's been brightening his.]
Of course.
[Anyway, what's more important is his answer, since it makes her narrow her eyes suspiciously.
(She's just playing).]
You better not be having an affair.
[Apparently him being nice is a reason to assume that.]
[Anyway, what's more important is his answer, since it makes her narrow her eyes suspiciously.
(She's just playing).]
You better not be having an affair.
[Apparently him being nice is a reason to assume that.]
[whoa there friend you might need to slow down]
I'm not having an affair. I just wanted to do something nice for you.
[He leans back a little, taking in that suspicious look of hers, then kisses one of her eyebrows.]
I'm not having an affair. I just wanted to do something nice for you.
[He leans back a little, taking in that suspicious look of hers, then kisses one of her eyebrows.]
[he gives a little laugh, shaking his head.]
Hardly. I like my balls where they are. Think of it as another version of girl wonder.
[it means heroine, but peter hasn't been telling anyone what their nicknames mean, it would be unfair to start now.]
Hardly. I like my balls where they are. Think of it as another version of girl wonder.
[it means heroine, but peter hasn't been telling anyone what their nicknames mean, it would be unfair to start now.]
[She bumps her nose against his jaw, almost playfully.]
I wasn't gonna hurt you for it, s'just funny that people keep calling me that.
[Two people doesn't necessarily make a lot of people, but it does when no one really uses terms of endearment with her.
She can live with a version of girl wonder, though.]
I wasn't gonna hurt you for it, s'just funny that people keep calling me that.
[Two people doesn't necessarily make a lot of people, but it does when no one really uses terms of endearment with her.
She can live with a version of girl wonder, though.]
[he lets out a little laugh, turning his head so that the corner of his mouth rests against her temple for a moment as he smiles.]
Well, it's pretty accurate.
Well, it's pretty accurate.
[She wrinkles her nose at the kiss, looking incredibly pertubed by the whole thing.]
Yeah, yeah. I've got my eye on you, McGill.
[She has to keep playing around because the only other option is to actually have a genuine reaction and she's pretty sure that would involve blushing and assorted ridiculous things, which would just be embarrassing.]
Yeah, yeah. I've got my eye on you, McGill.
[She has to keep playing around because the only other option is to actually have a genuine reaction and she's pretty sure that would involve blushing and assorted ridiculous things, which would just be embarrassing.]
I had to get the tablet to translate those for me, too. I know like five languages but Yiddish, Persian, and your particular Romani dialect are unfortunately not among them.
[ps suck it peter she's gonna remember what he called her and using the translate function on the tablet.]
[ps suck it peter she's gonna remember what he called her and using the translate function on the tablet.]
I'm probably the only person on this whole planet who does, and I'm not fluent. The folks I found are close enough, though. Someone around here speaks Persian? Wow.
[She tries to think of something to say to that first part, but it's just - kind of sad, that Peter might be the only person left who speaks that language. So she just leaves it, instead of trying to fumble with words, and focuses on the other part.]
Sonya does. Or at least she knows how to say 'sweetheart', I dunno how fluent she is.
Sonya does. Or at least she knows how to say 'sweetheart', I dunno how fluent she is.
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