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.
[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.
Really! Is that how it is, it's a workplace relationship that's scandalous, now?
[As opposed to, say, this scandalous cuddling they're doing right now, which is positively rife with iniquity and vice. Obviously.]
...You know, when you put it that way, it does cast a rather different light on the usual knight and lady relationship, doesn't it. If he's performing a service to her, that would make her his employer of sorts, wouldn't it? My goodness.
Volunteerism, I think. Dunno. Might depend on the monetary worth of her token and whether she gifts them as regular wages, though you could make an argument for hankies being standard office supply.
[Office supplies. Sexy.]
Now, if the lady were the queen, on the other hand. Kind of a different dynamic then, yeah?
[He does work his fingers through hers for a moment, but changes his grip and brings her knuckles to his lips while he watches her face.]
[You want to talk about direct hits, now that's one that lands on her with almost the same magnitude as the brownies had on Dave. As glad as she is to be from London, there are some things that will never wholly fade, and it turns out that this is one of them: those dreams of having a title in front of her name, those summer days playing with Elise in the garden and dreaming of wealth and rank and parties and love.
Queen Meridiana. The ring of it pales only slightly next to Queen Victoria, but of course a name that itself means victory is a hard act to follow by anything.
Her eyes fall halfway closed; her long lashes fringe heavy where they frame them. Your Majesty, he says, and chases it with a touch of his lips to her hand.
When he says it, she could really make herself believe it, folly though she knows full well it it.]
[He observes the change in her expression with interest, then weaves his fingers loosely through hers, bouncing their joined hands lightly from side to side, softly playful.]
When we're done here, do you want to build a pillow castle. We'll make you a crown and everything; you'll be Queen of the world.
[He can't think of a better way to spend a sleepless night like this, two frightened children in a strange, dark city. Playing games. Creating worlds. It's all he was ever made for, building towers and pretending at adulthood.
He leans towards her more, touching his nose to hers.]
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[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.
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[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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[As opposed to, say, this scandalous cuddling they're doing right now, which is positively rife with iniquity and vice. Obviously.]
...You know, when you put it that way, it does cast a rather different light on the usual knight and lady relationship, doesn't it. If he's performing a service to her, that would make her his employer of sorts, wouldn't it? My goodness.
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[Office supplies. Sexy.]
Now, if the lady were the queen, on the other hand. Kind of a different dynamic then, yeah?
[He does work his fingers through hers for a moment, but changes his grip and brings her knuckles to his lips while he watches her face.]
I could work with that. Your Majesty.
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[You want to talk about direct hits, now that's one that lands on her with almost the same magnitude as the brownies had on Dave. As glad as she is to be from London, there are some things that will never wholly fade, and it turns out that this is one of them: those dreams of having a title in front of her name, those summer days playing with Elise in the garden and dreaming of wealth and rank and parties and love.
Queen Meridiana. The ring of it pales only slightly next to Queen Victoria, but of course a name that itself means victory is a hard act to follow by anything.
Her eyes fall halfway closed; her long lashes fringe heavy where they frame them. Your Majesty, he says, and chases it with a touch of his lips to her hand.
When he says it, she could really make herself believe it, folly though she knows full well it it.]
Y...Yes. A-A very different dynamic, indeed...
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When we're done here, do you want to build a pillow castle. We'll make you a crown and everything; you'll be Queen of the world.
[He can't think of a better way to spend a sleepless night like this, two frightened children in a strange, dark city. Playing games. Creating worlds. It's all he was ever made for, building towers and pretending at adulthood.
He leans towards her more, touching his nose to hers.]
And I can play knight or dragon. Up to you.