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get on the ball man seriously
anyway for real dont worry about it
even if you texted me in the dead of night and or at prime siesta hour id get back to you in a timely fashion
but also since youve graciously warned me of the impending giftening i wont be suspicious of sudden surprise flowers especially if they are blue should you so choose the ninja mode of delivery
anyway for real dont worry about it
even if you texted me in the dead of night and or at prime siesta hour id get back to you in a timely fashion
but also since youve graciously warned me of the impending giftening i wont be suspicious of sudden surprise flowers especially if they are blue should you so choose the ninja mode of delivery
giorno
meridiana isnt the only best thing thats ever happened to me in my life
shes what makes my life the best thing to happen
that was a weird thing to say to a guy ive only known for two weeks but you were kind of weird for asking
meridiana isnt the only best thing thats ever happened to me in my life
shes what makes my life the best thing to happen
that was a weird thing to say to a guy ive only known for two weeks but you were kind of weird for asking
Edited (Important tense change) 2016-12-30 05:20 (UTC)
oh
well
a lot of reasons i guess
one is that i'm nosy
two is that i like to see people happy! i've seen a lot of people sad and i prefer the other thing
three is that you did seem very sad and upset when you came here
both of you i mean
so this is a nice
a nice thing?
i don't know if that makes any sense
and then the fifth thing of course is that i just like romance, it makes me smile, but that's different
well
a lot of reasons i guess
one is that i'm nosy
two is that i like to see people happy! i've seen a lot of people sad and i prefer the other thing
three is that you did seem very sad and upset when you came here
both of you i mean
so this is a nice
a nice thing?
i don't know if that makes any sense
and then the fifth thing of course is that i just like romance, it makes me smile, but that's different
hmm
ok yeah i get you i think
and dont get me wrong its still sad and upsetting to be here on account of we had a REALLY NICE HOUSE and wifi and a bluray player and unlimited texting and a city and everything and also all of our friends
but also
i love her
and she loves me
and being dropped in a frozen hamlet of boredoms not going to change that
ok yeah i get you i think
and dont get me wrong its still sad and upsetting to be here on account of we had a REALLY NICE HOUSE and wifi and a bluray player and unlimited texting and a city and everything and also all of our friends
but also
i love her
and she loves me
and being dropped in a frozen hamlet of boredoms not going to change that
see and that's why i like you! you know what's important
all right here's the thing
the thing is this
fugo and i are dating
that's it! that's the whole thing, there
i did it good job me
also: thank you for the scarf, that is tangentially related and i forgot because frankly this week has been weird
but it's beautiful and appreciated because it's cold here dave
i've been trying to figure out what a good currency would be
i haven't had success with creating a mint and my other thought was emeralds, but it seems unwieldy, you know?
all right here's the thing
the thing is this
fugo and i are dating
that's it! that's the whole thing, there
i did it good job me
also: thank you for the scarf, that is tangentially related and i forgot because frankly this week has been weird
but it's beautiful and appreciated because it's cold here dave
i've been trying to figure out what a good currency would be
i haven't had success with creating a mint and my other thought was emeralds, but it seems unwieldy, you know?
aw ok good to know
and also of course youre welcome for the scarf i hope it keeps you warmer than a scarf of actual flowers would
now
the key thing about currency i think anyway is convenience
convenience and agreement on the basic worth of things
so honestly even before talking about materials its worth figuring out what exactly the basic commodity is here if its not grain
and ill tell you what i think it is gg
i think
its labor
think about it
and also of course youre welcome for the scarf i hope it keeps you warmer than a scarf of actual flowers would
now
the key thing about currency i think anyway is convenience
convenience and agreement on the basic worth of things
so honestly even before talking about materials its worth figuring out what exactly the basic commodity is here if its not grain
and ill tell you what i think it is gg
i think
its labor
think about it
i havent totally worked that out yet but in my head the ideals something like
you know how i was like "ok my youthful shoveling back is worth twenty bucks an hour" and made people sign a thing
if people could work out how much their time is worth given their training or profession or expertise or whatever
adjusting for inflation over time and different standards of living across the universe
it wouldnt be so hard to standardize things after that??
and then its like ok manual labor generally is worth ten cobblestones a day except dont actually use the cobblestones as currency theyre different sizes and also then well have holes in the streets
you know how i was like "ok my youthful shoveling back is worth twenty bucks an hour" and made people sign a thing
if people could work out how much their time is worth given their training or profession or expertise or whatever
adjusting for inflation over time and different standards of living across the universe
it wouldnt be so hard to standardize things after that??
and then its like ok manual labor generally is worth ten cobblestones a day except dont actually use the cobblestones as currency theyre different sizes and also then well have holes in the streets
[It's always a little difficult to believe that there is, in fact, a certain strength and support in this. We all need something, but we can all provide something too — we're all strong in our own ways; that was a lesson it'd taken a stay in school to learn, when for so long she'd thought that strength and agency were things that belonged to someone else, and her lot in life was simply to cling to the coattails of the ones who had it.
It's strange that this works, that it turns out the one thing Dave needs and craves is something she knows she can provide, and that she herself derives strength from offering him. His powers are unfathomable, his determination unprecedented, his loyalty unbreakable — and there are still times when she is his knight and not the other way around, and she can defend him by loving him when he needs it most.
Breathtaking.
So she keeps her fingers moving easily through his hair, keeps his head cradled in her hands, and lets him kiss her awhile before taking back the lead, making sure his forehead and brow and cheek aren't left unkissed as well.]
I'll borrow your letter sweater and they can all work it out for themselves.
[It's a reference she only gets mostly right, still with a few very slight flaws in the execution, but a joke doesn't have to be perfect to be what's needed, anyway.]
I'm okay, too. Not...not so scared that I can't still be okay. It's not perfect, far from it, but it's...getting easier to be okay all the time. Is what I mean.
It's strange that this works, that it turns out the one thing Dave needs and craves is something she knows she can provide, and that she herself derives strength from offering him. His powers are unfathomable, his determination unprecedented, his loyalty unbreakable — and there are still times when she is his knight and not the other way around, and she can defend him by loving him when he needs it most.
Breathtaking.
So she keeps her fingers moving easily through his hair, keeps his head cradled in her hands, and lets him kiss her awhile before taking back the lead, making sure his forehead and brow and cheek aren't left unkissed as well.]
I'll borrow your letter sweater and they can all work it out for themselves.
[It's a reference she only gets mostly right, still with a few very slight flaws in the execution, but a joke doesn't have to be perfect to be what's needed, anyway.]
I'm okay, too. Not...not so scared that I can't still be okay. It's not perfect, far from it, but it's...getting easier to be okay all the time. Is what I mean.
[A soft, pleased noise warbles out of his throat when, once again, Meridiana takes charge of their direction. It's a surprise and a delight every time, because normally he's the one, starved for touch, to rub his nose in her hair, to insinuate himself into her space like a needy cat, to ask wordlessly to play with her hand.
He's like that because Meridiana likes it, because she likes to know she's loved, revels in the freedom to touch, and it amazes him to be able to give her that, to convey feeling towards her with fingers or lips. And he knows she's the same, that she's touchy, too, but more polite about it; this, right here, has nothing to do with polite.
And Dave fucking adores it. Her. He laughs breathlessly, forgetting his earlier discomfort with their subject of conversation as she peppers his face with kisses, and lets his hands slip up to rest on her back, neither pushing nor pulling. He closes his eyes for real, face tilted towards her, a heliotrope.]
Uh-huh. Yeah. That, me too.
[He's so utterly lost for her. Good thing she'll always know how to find him. He lifts one hand to brush along the edge of her curls, to let a lock of hair glide between his fingers.]
Definitely more okay than before. Warming up to further okayness. Hey, am I always this easy to persuade. It's okay, you can tell me. Happy to own it.
He's like that because Meridiana likes it, because she likes to know she's loved, revels in the freedom to touch, and it amazes him to be able to give her that, to convey feeling towards her with fingers or lips. And he knows she's the same, that she's touchy, too, but more polite about it; this, right here, has nothing to do with polite.
And Dave fucking adores it. Her. He laughs breathlessly, forgetting his earlier discomfort with their subject of conversation as she peppers his face with kisses, and lets his hands slip up to rest on her back, neither pushing nor pulling. He closes his eyes for real, face tilted towards her, a heliotrope.]
Uh-huh. Yeah. That, me too.
[He's so utterly lost for her. Good thing she'll always know how to find him. He lifts one hand to brush along the edge of her curls, to let a lock of hair glide between his fingers.]
Definitely more okay than before. Warming up to further okayness. Hey, am I always this easy to persuade. It's okay, you can tell me. Happy to own it.
It's only because I know you so well.
[And she does know him well. Certainly well enough to know what to look for in the little nuances of his inflection and his word choices — the lazy way the questioning part of his questions seems to slide off of the end of his sentences; the way his thoughts grow shorter and more clipped, sometimes missing words here and there that these days she never has any difficulty with filling in.
(In his best moments, Dave's spoken word looks precisely the way his bold red text does. It's one of the things that made adapting to the notion of texting come to her as easily as it did — the fact that she could look at the words in front of her, and know exactly how his voice would sound if he were saying them to her instead.)
Dave on guard versus Dave relaxed isn't a matter of hard versus soft, so much. No, if she had to try to put it into words, she'd sooner say that when Dave relaxes, it's like watching color run a little bit at the edges, like a candle melting from the proximity of light and heat, still put-together but a little easier to leave fingerprints in than before.]
But yes. You're terribly easy to persuade. Why, I rather almost think you'd give me anything I could ever ask for, if only I asked for it like this. As though I could wish for the moon and you'd pull it down from the sky to present it to me.
[One of her hands skims down from his hair, tracing over his shoulder to rest against his heart.]
Really, I rather almost think I could wish for the last brownie in the pan and you'd let me have it without a fuss, when you're like this.
[And she does know him well. Certainly well enough to know what to look for in the little nuances of his inflection and his word choices — the lazy way the questioning part of his questions seems to slide off of the end of his sentences; the way his thoughts grow shorter and more clipped, sometimes missing words here and there that these days she never has any difficulty with filling in.
(In his best moments, Dave's spoken word looks precisely the way his bold red text does. It's one of the things that made adapting to the notion of texting come to her as easily as it did — the fact that she could look at the words in front of her, and know exactly how his voice would sound if he were saying them to her instead.)
Dave on guard versus Dave relaxed isn't a matter of hard versus soft, so much. No, if she had to try to put it into words, she'd sooner say that when Dave relaxes, it's like watching color run a little bit at the edges, like a candle melting from the proximity of light and heat, still put-together but a little easier to leave fingerprints in than before.]
But yes. You're terribly easy to persuade. Why, I rather almost think you'd give me anything I could ever ask for, if only I asked for it like this. As though I could wish for the moon and you'd pull it down from the sky to present it to me.
[One of her hands skims down from his hair, tracing over his shoulder to rest against his heart.]
Really, I rather almost think I could wish for the last brownie in the pan and you'd let me have it without a fuss, when you're like this.
--!
[He leans back a little to look at her, mouth half-open to protest, but he gets caught staring at her eyes, the curve of his mouth, for long enough that he forgets what he was going to say.]
Oh no, you're right, fuckkk. Meridiana.
[He slumps back again, defeated, but the corners of his eyes are scrunched with laughter held in, breathy under his whining and wheedling. Lightly, he runs his hand up to hers, lines his fingers up with her between-finger spaces without trapping her. Just following her lines.]
Promise. You can't use your power for evil. You'll make a really hot supervillain but I won't match at all, I don't look good in bad guy palettes, they're all cool colors and greens and I just can't work it.
[He leans back a little to look at her, mouth half-open to protest, but he gets caught staring at her eyes, the curve of his mouth, for long enough that he forgets what he was going to say.]
Oh no, you're right, fuckkk. Meridiana.
[He slumps back again, defeated, but the corners of his eyes are scrunched with laughter held in, breathy under his whining and wheedling. Lightly, he runs his hand up to hers, lines his fingers up with her between-finger spaces without trapping her. Just following her lines.]
Promise. You can't use your power for evil. You'll make a really hot supervillain but I won't match at all, I don't look good in bad guy palettes, they're all cool colors and greens and I just can't work it.
I always rather wonder about those supervillainesses, you know, in the movies and such. Shoes with heels that high can't possibly be comfortable, and if they're already the heads of their villainous organizations and whatnot as it is, why shouldn't they be allowed to wear whatever shoes they so please?
[This is what the future has done to her. Look out, world, Film Critic Meridiana Everett is here to judge your high-heeled supervillainess shoes and PVC leotards.]
Black would be all right, though, I should think. Aren't black and red suitable villain colors? So, a nice black suit with red piping, perhaps, that'd match wonderfully and be just in line with your style.
[This is what the future has done to her. Look out, world, Film Critic Meridiana Everett is here to judge your high-heeled supervillainess shoes and PVC leotards.]
Black would be all right, though, I should think. Aren't black and red suitable villain colors? So, a nice black suit with red piping, perhaps, that'd match wonderfully and be just in line with your style.
Oh, yeah. Hm.
[Dave makes a show of his serious consideration, then nods firmly and buries his face comfortably in her collarbone.]
'S cool then, our potential partnership in villainy. [Because the #aesthetic was his only concern.] Maybe that's what we should've asked the cards about, if crime really nets you better benefits. Dental. Paid vacation. What have you.
[He looks up, eyes sparkling a moment.]
Oh my god, you'd be my boss. Workplace relationship. Scandalous.
[Dave makes a show of his serious consideration, then nods firmly and buries his face comfortably in her collarbone.]
'S cool then, our potential partnership in villainy. [Because the #aesthetic was his only concern.] Maybe that's what we should've asked the cards about, if crime really nets you better benefits. Dental. Paid vacation. What have you.
[He looks up, eyes sparkling a moment.]
Oh my god, you'd be my boss. Workplace relationship. Scandalous.
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