Would You Marry Me?

[mica-silverwind.livejournal.com]

AND NOW, IT'S TIME FOR KUROI TO BE PRE-EMPTED BY THE



MARRIED SINCE FOREVER MEME

Step 1: Post with your character
Step 2: Reply to some other character as if your own had been married to the above for X amount of time.
Step 3: ????
Step 4: Profit!

Rules:
Age up the kidlets, unless it's funnier if you don't.
Gaymarried is fine. For lulz, if nothing else, people.
No porn, please
Have fun making odd couples
Ship it. Ship it hard.
Tell Kuroi: "neener neener"

Comments

[crusades]

[The chasm between them at this moment was palpable. The freezing of her emotional responses and the flat tone that it lent her voice, it was like listening to her dying, like watching everything that was human that he cared for vacate an empty shell to the sound of pearls falling against concrete.

She was dying, standing only feet away and with a betrayed look in in her eye.

He always betrayed them.]

Please.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

[It would be so much easier just to shut them off- every day the struggle to remember why she had to became more difficult. Feelings. Shit, emotions are hard. Maybe that was why she'd tethered herself to him, making Bruce the lifeline.

When he finally failed her, then she would at least have a good reason to abandon even the semblance of flesh.]

...

[He's in pain, and even in her induced state of purely logical thought, that's unacceptable. Her blink is a sign of humanity- the acknowledgment of human instinct rendered redundant; like flipping a switch in her brain, that veneer of humanity returns.]

For the record, I would have agreed to it, if you'd asked.

[crusades]

[His posture relaxing is a haggard, desperate sigh of relief.

Slowly, wordlessly, he broaches the gap between them, cups her head in his hands, and kisses her.

He really thought she wasn't coming back this time.]

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

[Her response is slow, but still present; that she's allowing the kiss at all is a sign of forgiveness. If she weren't completely honest, if she wasn't willing to carry through with the threat, then it wouldn't be a threat.]

You're an idiot.

[But that doesn't make her any less glad when she doesn't have to.]

[crusades]

[And he hasn't even tried earning that forgiveness yet. That must be a sign of progress.]

I know.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

[That's because it's partially her fault. She's the one who trusted you, when clearly you're not up to the responsibility, yet.]

If you do it again, I'll break you.

[crusades]

I already said that I wouldn't.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

That time, I didn't believe you.

[she'd dearly like to get drunk, just now.]

[crusades]

[He's shaken and anxious, and not doing the usual thorough job of concealing it. One of his hands snakes around the back of her neck and he clings to her for dear life.]

Believe it now.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

[She feels the pressure there, but she's not looking at his face. It's his chest- the complex bullet-deterrent weave in gray and black. Practical, plain, and expensive as hell. He has expensive tastes, he drives fast cars, and although that hardly makes him unique, it's the fact that he has blue eyes that catches her attention.

It's a point of difference that she's known about for years now, but sometimes it still arrests her. Blue eyes; foreign yet familiar, whatever that means in her world... She cants her head to the side, ever so slightly, a movement he'd once jokingly called the 'cyborg head-tilt,' and touched his cheek with her hand.]

Alright. I believe you.

[crusades]

[They were blue alright. Black hair, blue eyes; genetic traits common to Batman and his little wings. Except Jason, of course. Jason's a natural redhead, dyed to conceal the fact that Robin had been replaced.

Bruce senses that he's being inspected, though on what quality he can't determine. His face sinks towards her touch, a simple but involuntary admission.

In other words, that's a "thank you."]

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

[She really, truly needs that drink.]

How vital was that?

[She destroyed it, and now she's asking- that's her own apology.]

[crusades]

[His response sounds like a non-sequiter, but it's the most honest answer she could possibly get out of him.]

Come back to bed?

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a smirk- not more than a twitch, really.]

Come out with me?

[crusades]

[Oh, he does not like the sound of this...]

Out where?

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Nothing dangerous. I'm going drinking.

[If he won't go with her, she'll go to the Dragon. If he does, she'll suggest Luthor's. She likes rubbing it in his face.

And she likes being drunk around Bruce. It makes her feel more human, and less like she's disappointing him.]

[crusades]

[Oh, like she hasn't suggested Luthor's before. They could stay in and she could drink all she wants, but that isn't the point, is it?]

As long as it's the Dragon.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Might as well.

[Clever boy.]

Lets go.