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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2011 15:24:25 GMT -5
He blinked with a dumbfounded expression on his face. She already forgave him that was fast. He had thought that she would punish him in one form or another, most likely with some sort of guilt trap. Instead she just forgave him…so simple. He paused for a moment thinking over her tone and words. She might have forgiven him, but she definitely didn’t trust him. Well it was better that way. She shouldn’t naively put her faith into people she hardly knows. It would only lead to her getting hurt ie this exact situation.
He focused back on her previous statement. He couldn’t really imagine Nina ever being impulsive, reckless, or easily upset. It reminded him too much of Echo and Query, and as far as Edward was concern Nina was on the other side of the spectrum from them. It would be quite a drastic change indeed. The only time drastic change like that occurs is when something traumatic or dramatic happens in the person’s life. The Joker was a perfect example of that. Like most people he didn’t know the exact history of the Joker, but he did witness his wife’s murder (by pure coincidence). After that day, the Jack died and the Joker was born. Yes, traumatic experiences could cause a drastic change, but people didn’t just decide to change. Beside, he didn’t want to change. “Can’t, won’t, what’s the difference?” he asked rhetorically as he leaned back in his chair, “I have no interest changing. Trust issues barely can be considered a flaw when it has helped me on many occasions. This was just a rare incident. I’m basically perfect. No reason to change that.” His arms were now folded across his chest almost in a pouty way. He knew if he left it that way, Nina would argue with him. He didn’t really want to fight at the moment. He didn’t want to make her angry so soon after she just forgave him.
His arms unlocked as one hand went into his pocket to find a source of relief from what he was about to do. He needed to show that he…trusted her. He pulled out the candy and unwrapped it. “Nina, I was abused as a child everyday from the age of five to fourteen when I finally left,” he spoke to the candy, not her. When the wrapper was off he plopped it in his mouth. He smirked around the lollipop as his eyes finally landed on hers. He talked about this so much with the shrinks in Arkham that actually saying it seriously felt odd. “Oh, and my leg,” he nodded to it. “Drunk driver incident,” he stated, even though that didn’t even begin to explain the situation that had occurred. He didn’t want to bore her with his sob stories, especially since she probably already knew some of them.
“Stupid people having enough free will to ruin other people’s lives. Yes, that’s a good summary of my life before,” he smirked, rolling the lollipop to his other check. “I’m not going to change and go back to before,” he admitted, “I hope your forgiveness still stands.”
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 11, 2011 16:27:48 GMT -5
As Edward declares his lack of interest in changing, Nina doesn't seem to react at all. It's exactly what she expected, actually. And though she could certainly argue with him about it, but she doesn't really see the point since she knows how that argument would go and she wouldn't win. Unless he sees a need for change, then he won't - end of story. Perhaps he'll eventually come to a point where he changes his mind about that, but like she said it's not something that she necessarily expects.
But when he continues on to summarize a few points of his past, Nina's eyes open and she listens in silence. Her expression becomes a thoughtful frown but she makes no reply at first, instead mulling those few facts over. She'd suspected there were things like that - reasons for Edward to be so... angry at everyone. But it's one thing to suspect and another to actually know, and just as she'd said it really does make things better for her to know even those few details - even if they only scratch the surface.
When he's finished talking, she doesn't comment on his past even though her expressions clearly indicate that she didn't take hearing about it lightly; she simply can't think of anything to say. What can she do or say now to make it any better? Instead she addresses his last statement: "I'll get better, I'm not angry, you're sorry, and that's enough for me," she says simply, "When I forgive someone it's not conditional." After she says that she once again looks like she might have more to say, but this time she thinks better of it and decides to leave it at that.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2011 17:05:35 GMT -5
His eyebrow lifted on his forehead as he sucked the lollipop. She said she wasn’t angry and she forgave him, but she definitely wasn’t acting like that. Once again silence surrounded them, and he frowned.
“What is it that you will break even when you name it?” he asked halfheartedly. The riddle came out without much thought. He was too distracted by the tension that seemed to have grown between them. Again, it was understandable. He had shot her last week in the heart, but if she was going to stand by the point that she loved him, she could at least tell the truth.
He folded his arms across his chest again, tapping his one finger against his elbow. “If you’re not angry then why are you avoiding eye sight? Why are you being short with me? And why are you trying to make this conversation end as fast as it began? I read people, Nina. I do it for a living, so don’t stupidly think that I won’t notice the pre-Madonna attitude shift,” he remarked with a roll of his eyes. He didn’t care if Nina was mad, but he did care if she lied to him. He had just admitted something that he rarely told anyone. If he was being honest with himself, he felt vulnerable, and the possibility of her lying only made him feel worst. For that reason, he was using arrogance and snarky remarks to cover it up. (But when is Edward ever honest to himself?) So of course, he was starting to put the blame upon her. It was partially her fault.
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 11, 2011 17:56:58 GMT -5
The riddle that Edward asks causes Nina's eyebrows to lift in surprise. "Silence..." she answers quietly. She's not surprised that Edward could tell that she was leaving something unsaid, but she was surprised to be asked about it. And she hesitates before responding, unsure how to express her thoughts properly or even if right now is a good time to do so. But if it bothers him enough for him to actually ask, then it would probably do more harm than good to try to delay further.
Sighing to herself, Nina eventually starts with, "Because... I don't trust you." She hesitates again, but after a moment she forces herself to continue, "I told you that there's one thing that I can't accept: being hurt on purpose. And not only did you do it, but I don't know that you wouldn't do it again. No man is worth that, Edward - not even you. And as long as that's the case, it's stupid of me be around you." It's clearly obvious from just how reluctant Nina is to say these things that she doesn't want to be saying them, but they're all completely true so she can't ignore those facts.
Her silence had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with just how hard that reality is for her to face, and her avoidance of Edward as much as she can in this situation has everything to do with the conflict still raging between her logic and her emotions - after that rather decisive blow to the latter, the former is now winning. "I need to have trust - whether or not you do," she adds quietly. Because her logic is insisting that without it, how she feels about him otherwise (and vice versa) can't matter.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2011 19:48:49 GMT -5
How is he supposed to respond to that? He couldn’t argue against it. If he were in her position he would have the exact same thoughts. He would have thought that way before he pulled the trigger. Then again, his goal that night was not to hurt her. He never planned on hurting her. He was only trying to deduce a riddle. It was all about the riddle. He might have feelings for Nina, but those feelings would never be more important then a puzzle he needed to solve. How could he explain that to her and expect to regain her trust? He couldn’t.
He opened his mouth to speak, but instead closed it and began chewing on the lollipop. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I wasn’t actually expecting you to let me pull the trigger. I thought you would stop me. I didn’t want to kill you…it was just one possible outcome. I really never planned on you getting hurt. I rely on predictability, and you aren’t predictable to me. I didn’t want it to turn out this way. I never promised I wouldn’t, I promised I didn’t want to. I still don’t want to. I said I would try. I did try. Doesn’t that count for something? He ran over every statement in his mind, and knew none of them would gain her trust so he kept quiet.
He would never regain her trust, and it was stupid of her to be around him if she couldn’t trust him. It was his exact thinking when he didn’t trust her. How could he live his life with her if he couldn’t trust her? He couldn’t, and if he couldn’t then he couldn’t expect her to do the same thing.
He brought his hand to his face, and tried to rub away the dilemma as he thought it through. If she didn’t trust him then there was no possible way he could ask her to stay. He could say that he would never hurt her again…but he couldn’t promise that. He still didn’t trust her fully. He couldn’t make that commitment if she did happen to betray him…though he doubted she would….then again everything he said that night still held true. She still gave him looks when she heard or saw anything dealing with his business. She still had a much higher moral code then him. If she ever thought he was going to go too far then she would probably stop him. He believed that she loved him, or at least thought she loved him, but love made you do what you thought was best for the person. What was best for someone in one person’s perspective could greatly differ from another's perspective.
His hand fell from his face revealing a sad smile as he closed his eyes. “This isn’t going to work, is it?” he spoke the question as fact as the realization settled with him. He had come to that conclusion a while ago, but never voiced it.
He let out a sigh as he pulled his candy out of his mouth then tossed it into the small trash bin next to his bed stand. “If this is…it, I want to do one more thing,” he said aloud before standing up from the chair. He put one hand on the edge of the bed near her arm then leaned down and kissed her. His kiss was soft but determined. If this was the last time his lips would touch hers he would make it perfect. His other hand cupped her cheek as he used the one on the bed to hold his weight so he didn’t put any pressure on her wound. His hand moved from her cheek back into her hair. He gripped it, not in a painful way but more in a I don’t want to let you go way. His heart hurt for some reason, which made him just want to kiss her longer, but his lips eventually pulled away, only a millimeter at most. He felt her breath against his lips, but instead of kissing them again, he put his forehead against her as his grip in her hair loosened. “I am sorry though,” he said again looking into her eyes, the second time feeling easier to say then the first. His fingered gently traced down her cheek to her lips. They touched her lips softly, as if testing if they were there. He closed his eyes then smirked both at his actions and at the thought that just popped into his head. “The future is a riddle only time can solve,” he said softly before kissing her once more, this one being more quick then his first. The statement was the closest thing he could get to saying, this might not be the end…but nonetheless, he knew it probably was.
He pulled away finally and stood up straight before turning away from her. “If you want I can move you to a different location. I settled the matter with Luthor, so there shouldn’t be a problem,” he stated in a straight voice.
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 11, 2011 21:34:24 GMT -5
When she sees Edward trying to think of something to say, Nina closes her eyes. It's already hard enough of a struggle to convince her own emotions that she's right - seeing him grapple with the same thing is just too much. It makes her want to take it all back and say that she's wrong, but that would be a lie. And a dangerous one at that. It'd be all too easy for her to fall back into the belief that there had to be something they could do - but that's what led her here.
The first thing he says brings a sad frown to her face - if neither of them can see a way out of a problem, then there must not be a way. If you'd asked her a few weeks ago, she would have said that she couldn't think of any problem that couldn't be solved between the two of them, but here it is.
She opens her eyes when he says he wants to do one more thing, only to find that he's standing and leaning over her. And at first her kiss is hesitant - this will only make things more difficult. And yet, it's only a moment before she dismisses that thought; it will be difficult either way, and how dare she deprive both of them of one last kiss? One hand she uses to help prop herself up slightly so that she can return his kiss properly, and the other wraps around the back of his neck and holds him there - she doesn't want to go away either. "Me too," she says quietly to his apology, knowing full well that a few of her own faults contributed to this problem. His next statement catches her off guard - it has a ring of truth to it and seems to offer a bit more hope than she currently feels. A small hope, to be sure, but not none.
She only lets go when he starts to pull away, still reluctant to do so. And at first she answers what he says then with silence. She doesn't really want to think about that at all, let alone make any sort of a decision. But after taking a moment to think she says, "It would be better for me if I stayed here until I've recovered more." Strictly from a medical standpoint, to judge by her tone: her body probably wouldn't appreciate the strain no matter how careful they were at this point. Besides, she can trust Edward while she's still recovering - it's hard for her to imagine that any more big issues could develop as long as she literally can't do much.
But on the other hand she has to consider Edward's feelings as well, and now that she's no longer in danger of dying the risk of moving her is a lot more negligible than it could be thanks to her gift, so she's quick to add: "Though if you think it would be a good idea for me to go somewhere else..." No matter what they do it will be very hard for her, so she figures that she might as well let Edward decide - all else being equal, this is still his home, after all.
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He nodded, realizing she probably couldn’t see since his back was facing her so he spoke to the door, “That’s fine.” There was no reason to stress her body especially since she just woke up only a few minutes ago. He opened up the door and walked out of the bedroom into the living room. The pain in his heart felt worse like it was twisting and squeezing similar to how someone wrings out a wet cloth. The living room was still a disaster: the glass table in shards with blood and his dining room table also covered in blood. His eyes fell onto her laptop on the couch. She would want that since she would be stuck in bed for a while.
He walked over to the area avoiding the shards of glass, and his eyes fell to his cane he had tossed aside. He grabbed the grip and put his normal amount of pressure on it. He hadn’t realized how much pain his leg was in until he relieved some of the weight. God, this whole thing with Nina had been so painful in its own way. He picked up the laptop with his free hand and was about to walk back to the bedroom but stopped himself. He didn’t want to face her again. Not with this obnoxious thing going on in his chest.
His eyes fell onto the kitchen and instead of going to the bedroom he went there. He put the laptop on the counter and opened up two of his cabinets. He pulled out a scotch glass and a bottle of bourbon. He uncapped the bottle and tilted it towards the glass. He paused staring at the glass. He didn’t need the glass he just needed the bottle. He brought the top to his lips and shot the hard liquor into his mouth. The taste burned his tongue and the back of his throat, but the burn felt so much more enjoyable then the pain. He chugged it back until finally needing air. He pulled the bottle away, wiping his mouth with his dirty sleeve, before bringing the bottle up to his mouth again. He chugged until the bottle was gone.
Edward Nigma rarely drank to get drunk. He had many other ways to relieve himself of pain, but on a rare occasion it would happen. It usually occurred when a plan failed, a riddle went unsolved, and he had a beating to match the rest of the horrible aspects. He took in a deep breath trying to fill his lungs again, he put the bottle down on the counter. All of this was ridiculous. All of it. He felt his body swaying from side to side. His life was simple. He solved puzzles. Why couldn’t he solve this puzzle? Why did he shot her? He was solving the puzzle. He did love puzzle.
“I do love puzzle,” he smirked to himself then frowned. Why couldn’t the solution make the annoying pain go away? It always made the pain go away. Ugh. He should have just told Nina everything and if she didn’t like his answer then she would have left. She would have made that choice. You were worried she’d turn you in, he reminded himself, But I’m a genius, I could have handled that when it came to it. He should have just told her. Yes, tell her and it would all be solved. Yes, that make sense.
He grabbed her laptop and headed into her room/his room....their room. He hoped she wasn’t sleeping. He opened the door and saw Nina lying in bed. She looked so cute in his pajamas. She looked soooo cute in his pajamas. He liked question marks on her a lot. “I,” he began feeling uncertain with his plan. No, his plans work all the time. “I have your computer,” he stated holding it up as if it could protect him from what he was about to do. He limped over to the chair he had been sitting at. His movement slightly unstable. When he reached the chair, he fell into it with a deep sigh, like the chair stopped the room from spinning. He didn’t really mind the spinning because it was spinning around her. She was the center. He placed the laptop on top of her lap.
He leaned back into his chair, slouching slightly. “Sooo since you’re here for a while I decided I’m gonna talk…I like talking. I don’t know if you know that. I like talking a lot. I think there is definitely something about the sound of hearing how smart I am that really draws me to it. Not the point though,” he shook his head trying to focus his hazy mind, “I like a lot of things actually, not just riddles. Everyone thinks I only like riddles. Harley makes fun of me for it, but I actually like a lot of things. I like poker cause it’s fun, and Harvey’s face is a puzzle cause you don’t know if he’s bluffin or not. Two faces you know,” he said pointing up at his face, “I like fishing, I love anything outdoors. Nature was the first riddle you know. It was the first riddle that man set to solve. Of course they deduced it as some type of god,” he scoffed, “Religion, pfft. I’m atheist by the way. Don’t know what you are, but I don’t believe there’s some higher power judging me. There is an explanation for everything. I don’t see why people take the cheap way out. Hmm. I love lollipops. I like green apple. Best flavor. Oh, the reason why I love them is because they help with my leg. Great distracting tool. It’s the only unsolvable riddle. How many licks to the center of a tootsie pop? Those commercials are great. Leg. Yes, my leg. So another thing I love is jogging. I loved it: the sound of your feet on the ground, the air against your face, and you, just you. It’s the only time you can completely escape everything. I started jogging in middle school. After school activity to keep me away from dear old dad. I continued it all through college and business school. Back to the story, so I was jogging. Oh I lost my job a week before. Financial Analyst for Fannie Mae. Best in the firm, but was fired for predicting the recession and their failure. Anyways fired for being right. Ha. Nothing new there. So I was running through the park. Trying to clear my head and not focus on how ridiculously stupid everyone is. As I’m running the next thing I hear are car tires screeching against the pavement. Now I had a walk sign, mind you! The car smashes into the lap post. I stopped immediately, shocked that I almost got hit by a car. Then the lap post start falling. I attempt to jump out of the way…almost made it. The big thing got my leg. Again this wouldn’t be a problem if someone could have lifted it. Took 3 hours. 3 hours because the company brought the wrong equipment. My muscle died in my leg, and the hospital wanted to take my leg away. I wouldn’t allow it. I love running why would I ever give up my leg. I told them to take the muscle not the leg. They argued and argued. Finally they agreed, and now I have a screaming dose of pain every minute.” He smirked patting his bad leg, “It’s gotten numbing at this point. Don’t even notice sometimes. I guess you could say though that was when I snapped. I came to a realization that I hold true to this day. People are stupid. Why would I let other people who are stupid control my life? So I don’t. Since then I’ve had no problem. No jealous old pop beating me to an inch of my life. No mother lying and trying to consol me. No bosses trying to climb their way up in the rat race. No drunken drivers ruining my life. I have the Batman, who is the best chess player I’ve ever met. Metaphorically, of course. Tetch is the only person I play chess with. Small guy is good, but he loves his Alice too much for my taste. Oh and the reason I create my riddles is partly out of entertainment, partly for distraction, and partly because I don’t think unintelligent people should have the chance to ruin other people’s lives the way they did mine. It’s the reason I always offer an escape. If you’re smart, I don’t want you to die. I’m ranting a bit aren’t I?” he asked, but still continued, “I guess I should tell you what I’m doing now. Actually it’s really cool…even though I don’t think you’ll like it. So after my whole thing with Luther, the guy is more arrogant then me. He actually tried to frame me for being a terrorist. Can you believe that? Great plan though. Luckily I poisoned him before hand. After that though, I set up my riddle for Scarecrow. I don’t know if you’ve been keeping up with the news, but Scarecrow is a new rogue on the street. Has an obsession with fear. Don’t particularly care about fear, but I liked the idea of his toxin. I deduced it was Jonathan Crane. I’m now happy to say that I never had him as a shrink. I heard some of the other inmates at Arkham saying he experimented on his patients. I took it as insane jabber, but looks like it’s true. I tried to meet up with him, and it backfired. Had to light a girl’s hair on fire to escape from Martian Manhunter. It actually happened right before I came to save you from Scarface. Bad day. So I decided it was only fair if Crane got a taste of my riddles, and it also would be set up so no matter the outcome I go the toxin. Guess what? It worked. I got the toxin. I played around with it in my lab and have it ready to start my next part of the plan. I’m going to frame Selina Kyle, Catwoman, and then she’s going to seek out my help because I’m the smartest person she knows. While I’m helping her solve her case I’m going to poison her with the toxin. The toxin will cause her to hallucinate and eventually slip up who Batman is. They have some sort of relationship. And then I’ll finally have the answer to the ultimate riddle, who is Batman!” He said loudly throwing both his arm in the air with a large smile on his face. It was a perfect plan. “So yes, that’s my life in a nut shell. I also like Law and Order, even though Robby and Allen get mad when I ruin the ending. We’ve been watching one every night for the past few months. Bonding. Ha. If you could call it that. Oh and I’m going to a tea party soon at Tetch’s place. He just broke out. We tend to have celebrations when that occurs. I’m hoping Joker and Harley are not coming. Those two are completely insane.” He paused for a moment finally thinking before he spoke. This was why he didn’t drink. He mouth ran off without him. He smirked, “I told you I like to talk.”
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 12, 2011 0:57:44 GMT -5
It's somewhat of a relief when Edward decides to let her stay. True, it mostly just delays the inevitable, but it's all too easy to want a delay. When he leaves the room, Nina lets herself sink back into the bed and lets herself rest. Physically, anyway - she certainly wouldn't mind falling back asleep, but after days of unconsciousness her mind is now wide awake. And there's only one subject that she's currently able to think about: Edward. Why did she have to love him only for this to happen?
She has no idea how much time passes before Edward returns, and it doesn't take a genius to tell that he's drunk. And that fact is surprising to her - it's not, well, smart to get that drunk. But then again she can easily see that as a sign of just how upset he is with the situation. Figures that he'd have a not-completely-healthy way of dealing with those feelings too. It was almost touching... sort of. "Thank you," she says when he hands over her laptop, completely unsure of how she ought to react.
But when he starts to talk, that question is easily answered: she's supposed to listen. Indeed, once he starts to talk about jogging she probably wouldn't be able to stop listening if she wanted to. Everything from what she'd idly been wondering about to things she wasn't sure she really wanted to know. And in a way, it's helpful to get all of it at once: the full story about everything all at once with no time to really think about each little detail in turn before she has the complete picture. And the entire time he talks there's very little change in her somewhat stunned expression.
By the time he's finished she's at a complete loss for words. She has the distinct sensation that her brain is too full: too many facts to sort through, too many emotions to feel, and it wasn't that long ago that she woke up for the first time after being shot by him. But when she eventually finds a few words to say, her voice is surprisingly calm. "Edward, why did you tell me everything?" she asks simply, wondering just how coherent his thought process is right now. But they'd both just established that it wasn't going to work between them, so what's the point?
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2011 1:39:53 GMT -5
His eyebrows furrowed together at her question as his feature scrunch. He bring his fist under his chin, giving off the look of the statue the thinker. Why did you tell me everything, he mused, but his mind got caught up on the fact she called him Edward. He always liked it when Nina said his name. It sounded soft and stern, such a contradiction, but it always did off her lips. It was probably the reason he either thought she was mad or happy with him never content. He forced his clouded mind to focus back on the question.
“Good question, Nina,” he stated his thoughts aloud since the alcohol had quite a talent of loosening his tongue, “I think I was trying to determine whether me not telling you these things created the problem. It was puzzling me, and I decided it should be tested and solved. But now that I say the plan aloud, it appears slightly flawed.” He laughed and sat up straighter, “Alcohol has that effect on me. I have a lot more trial and errors then I usually do.”
His eyes fell on her face. She seemed rather surprised by him. He did just give his entire life story in a quick rant. Instead of over thinking her thoughts though he became transfixed with her thoughtful eyes. “Did you know Aphrodite was born from sea foam? Though I always preferred Athena myself,” he said aloud still staring at her. It was quite impressive that Edward could still manage to create a double meaning in a simple statement with the fog over his mind. You are beautiful, but your beauty has no match for your intelligence.
He leaned over in the chair so he was closer to Nina. “I think I might love you,” he said randomly to answer her question again, “If love existed I would think it would feel like this: horrible and exhausting. Though that doesn’t change a thing cause honestly, I love riddles far more then women.” He frowned. It was true, and it reminded him why he had started drinking tonight in the first place. “I should go,” he said aloud, but didn’t move. The back of his mind was telling him he should leave. He should walk away, but he didn’t want to. Instead his hand moved up to his pajamas shirt she was wearing. He touched the edge of it, rubbing it in his fingers. “I do really like you in these,” he said in a smirk, making sure as his fingers rubbed the cloth they also touched her waist. His knuckle created a slow circular movement along her skin near the edge of her pants. Was he doing this on purpose? Maybe. He had quite a bit of experience with getting women’s clothes off, and the alcohol was taking down the filter and walls that he built up for Nina. He was almost like a dog off his leash, staring at a steak on his master plate. Except this dog still had intelligence.
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 12, 2011 4:08:29 GMT -5
Seeing Edward drunk is a rather strange thing for Nina; she's not sure whether she likes it or not. On one hand she greatly appreciates the openness, but on the other hand she doesn't like the thought of hearing so many things that he may regret saying later. Especially since so much of it is very sweet and yet she has to question just how much it matters if they're just going to go their separate ways.
Sighing quietly to herself at all the confusing thoughts in her head, Nina says, "Well, maybe it was a good idea for you to tell me that anyway." A very big maybe in her estimation, but a maybe nevertheless. Or in any event, she knows that it won't hurt anything; Edward may have worried that she'd react badly to all of those things, but even though she hasn't had a chance to process it yet she knows that it would have to be worse than what it is. She'd already guessed at much of it, actually, but hearing him say it gave her the benefit of knowing that it wasn't any worse than what she'd guessed.
Though she continues to listen, she's partway lost in thought and doesn't comment on the rest. That is, of course, until his hand starts to wander. Frowning slightly at it, she picks it up in both hands and brings it to her lips, kissing it gently and saying, "Love is horrible and exhausting when it isn't working. But both of us really want it to work, so maybe we should look more closely at why it doesn't before we say it's impossible to fix." Hearing his life story is already probably a very big step in that direction, and one that she didn't expect.
Looking more directly at Edward, she adds, "But you've just given me a lot to think about, and I could use a rest. And you're drunk, and we don't want to make any errors. So you're right: you should go."
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2011 11:52:17 GMT -5
He watched as her lips touch his hand. It felt like a snowflake against his skin. His eyes focused on her lips, and he wanted to kiss them again. He wanted to feel the snowflake on his lips and taste it, but that small rational part of him was saying he shouldn’t. Why would he listen to the rational side? She was in his bed and telling him she loved him, doesn’t that give him the right to kiss her. His clouded mind like that logic, but her words interrupted it.
“I never said I wanted it to work,” he nodded his head in agreement with his words. He paused, realizing he shouldn’t have said that aloud. But instead of going silent and leaving he continued with his statement, “My life before you was actually quite adequate. More then adequate. It was perfect, but…” he touched her cheek lightly, “I…you’re perfect too.” His frowned deepened when he tried to figure out his own words. The cloud over his mind made it all too hard to determine. He liked his life before Nina, but he liked Nina. Nina in his life created problems. Conflicting. Conflicting issue.
Before he could voice it, she dismissed him similar to a child. It was the, I’ve had enough of you, but am going to say it as politely as possible so I don’t hurt your feelings, response. He smirked to himself. “You always did remind me of my mother,” he thought, or did he say that aloud? “But yes, I’m right. I’m always right. So I’ll leave. Bye Nina,” he said dropping his hand away from her face and awkwardly pushing himself off the bed.
To the couch! Maybe he would actually get some sleep…or just watch news all night long…or he had a puzzle. When he reached the door he put a hand out to keep him stable. He closed his eyes as everything felt like it was going black. He shook his face then opened his eyes again. Couch. Yes, couch because he probably would be blacking out soon.
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 12, 2011 15:37:56 GMT -5
His first few words cause a look of mild amusement to cross Nina's face and she merely quotes, "Your actions speak so loudly that I can't hear what you're saying." Her mother always said that, though she thinks that her mother got it from somewhere else. And the fact that Edward had immediately gotten himself drunk after their last conversation and then came here and told her everything as soon as his inhibitions were down are some very loud actions indeed.
She has to force herself not to argue that she's not perfect - she knows that he knows that, what he really meant by it, and that in any event that it's probably not very productive to argue with him while he's drunk.
But what he says next surprises her: reminds him of his mother. He hadn't said more than a sentence about the woman, but between it and what he said about his father it's easy enough to fill in the details. Which is why that comment makes her frown - she doubts that she'd like a woman like that and knows that she isn't one, so how could she remind him of her? The answer to that only takes her a moment to reach: because the woman no doubt cared about Edward in her own ineffective way... She may not be a psychologist, but even she can spot the implications in that.
"See you later," she responds, still taking some comfort in being able to say that. And as he heads out of the room she can feel her thoughts already starting to try to sort through everything, but they're easily interrupted again when she sees him stop by the doorway. And she can't help but be a little concerned when she sees him having to hold himself there for a moment.
If she weren't so weak she might have gotten up and helped him to the couch, but instead she does the next best thing: she reaches out to him with her gift and will simply use it to follow him, just to ease her mind. Using her gift to do anything out of sight is always more tricky, but she knows the layout of the apartment well enough by now and it's not too far away for her to be able to tell when he gets there. She can wait until after that to sort through her thoughts and feelings, and hopefully after that she'll be able to get some more sleep.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2011 17:14:58 GMT -5
Light hit his face causing him to groan and throw his hand over his face for shade. He tried to hide from the annoying light and the pounding headache against his temple. He rolled his body into the cushion, feeling his leg shift off the couch. He let out a deep breath, nuzzling his face into the protection of the cushion. Why wouldn’t the headache go away? An annoying sound was in the background. A lot of annoying sounds. He couldn’t go to sleep with that in the background. He groaned again and twisted back into the light towards the noise. It felt like a brick was being thrown at back of his forehead. Ugh. He forced his eyes opened only to be blinded by the horrible light. He closed them, and repeated the process a few times until his eyes adjusted on the multiple television screens all on a different news station, but all talking about the same thing.
The Joker had demands; he heard a hideous laugh that just caused his headache to worsen. Where is the remote? He needed to turn this off. He looked down at the coffee table for it, only to see shattered pieces. His eyes widened as the memory of the last week reappeared, and particularly the memory of the night before. He closed his eyes with a frown on his face. He had told Nina everything. That was so stupid! They were about to go their separate ways, and now she possessed all the knowledge to ruin him. Great Nigma…great.
He needed to get out of here. He needed coffee, advil, and a nice shower, but he really needed to leave. He didn’t need to be around while Nina recovered. It would only make things worse. It would be better if they spent as little time together as possible. He sat up on the couch and his head felt dizzy. He ignored the feeling to glance at his watch. His eyes widened. It was late afternoon already. He never slept that late. He sighed and grabbed his cane. He pushed himself off the couch then paused when he looked at the bedroom. He really needed a shower. It had been a week, but he didn’t want to go into that room. He would have to see Nina again.
But she would be sleeping. Yes, she would be resting and he could easily get a shower, change, and leave before she even noticed. He nodded to himself and headed towards his bedroom. He opened up the door slowly, making sure it didn’t make a noise. He smiled to himself when he saw she was still asleep. Perfect. He shut the door behind him and moved to the bathroom. He shut the door and started peeling off his clothes. He turned on the shower and took a deep breath as the steam filled the room. It subdued the horrible headache.
He stepped into the hot water, thinking over what he said the night before. He told her about his leg and his dad. He told her about his plans and his future plan. He told her….he told her he might love her.
Was that true? No, of course not. Love didn’t exist. His headache felt like it was getting worst. He grabbed the shampoo and soap and tried to wash away all the frustration. Why did he drink last night? Why did he tell her so much? Though, her reaction wasn’t entirely negative.
He shook his head. She probably didn’t take it seriously. She knew he was drunk. If she didn’t take him seriously then there wasn’t really a problem. He turned off the water and pulled back the shower curtain. He grabbed the green fluffy towel and wrapped it around his waist. Yes, maybe there wasn’t a problem at all. He would just avoid her until she left, and then she would be out of his life forever. He nodded.
He looked down at his dirty somewhat dried blood clothes. He just needed to grab another suit from his closet. He opened up the door, not even looking at Nina’s bed. He slide open his closet door to reveal a large collection of green suits, plus a few causal outfits, and different colors of green jackets. He pulled out his average green suit. He grabbed a purple question mark tie from the door then moved over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. It wasn’t until he had his boxers in hand, he actually heard movement from the bed. He froze like a deer in headlights. He just needed to get dress and out of here in under thirty seconds when she opened her eyes. He frowned.
“I just need to change and then I’ll be out of your hair,” he stated not really looking at her before heading back to the bathroom. He shut the door, and started putting on his suit. The last aspect of it, being his purple question mark tie. He fixed his hair then grabbed his cane before leaving the bathroom. He saw Nina eyes on him when he exit the bathroom. His eyes fell to the ground as his one hand reached into his pants pocket out of habit. “Uh good afternoon. If you need anything, I’ll send Robby around.”
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Post by Nina Stenet on May 12, 2011 20:32:34 GMT -5
It had taken Nina a very long time before she'd managed to make sense of all the things that Edward had told her. It was easy for her to figure out her thoughts and feelings about most of it, but of course there were a few things that she'd really had to struggle with before she could decide what to make of them. By the time she was finished, she'd easily been tired enough to fall asleep again.
It wasn't very many hours later that the sound of Edward pulling things from his closet and dresser woke her from a light sleep, and she blinked at him uncomprehendingly until he said something and went back into the bathroom. She might have simply let herself drift back to sleep except that a moment later what he said actually sinks in - he's planning on avoiding her again. That realization brings her more fully awake as she frowns to herself: she's never liked how he does that - disappearing for days, only talking to her when he feels like it. The only reason why she's never complained about it is because she has to admit that it was really more of the principle of the thing and not because she was that needy. This time, however, they really do need to talk so she's more inclined to complain.
Forcing herself to wake up a bit more, she looks up when he exits the bathroom again, but the more snarky sort of comment she'd normally give in this situation remains unsaid. She's too busy mentally reflecting on the difference between what he looked like when he left the room last night and what he looks like now. "Did I ever tell you how good you look in a suit?" she asks idly, with just a hint of sleepiness still in her voice. But immediately on the heels of that she adds, "The only thing I need right now is to talk to you." As she says that she purposefully makes sure that there isn't the slightest bit of pressure in her tone: the words themselves are enough.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2011 21:19:48 GMT -5
Edward knew he was an attractive man. It probably just came with the territory of being arrogant, but nonetheless, he knew. Even with his subtle limp, he still pulled off the attractive CEO businessman look very well. But hearing it voiced from Nina surprised him. His eyes jumped up from the ground to hers to try to determine if this was some manipulation ploy, but he heard the tiredness in her voice. It wasn’t a ploy.
He smirked. “No, but it doesn’t take a genius to know that I do,” he said, his arrogant smirk expanding. “Custom Armani,” he stated brushing off the cuff of his sleeves, admiring his question mark cufflinks for a moment. Yes, he definitely looked good in a suit, especially a suit close to forty grand.
Her next statement though causes the smirk to falter on his face. She wanted to talk. Hadn’t they talked all last night and come to a conclusion? Moving on was the next step, talking was over. He looked over her form in the bed. She seemed relaxed. Maybe, she just wanted him to help her get something for her research. Robby could easily handle that, but since he was right here, he could offer. He reluctantly agreed to the thought and said, “Well I’m here.” He pointed at himself as if presenting himself to someone important. “Talk,” he said calmly. He brought his hand down to his cane so both of his hands were leaning on it. He wasn’t purposefully trying to come off bossy or intimidating. He just wanted to keep his distance away from her. He didn’t want to get wrapped up in what had happen before, and with the pounding headache it would be easy to get trapped in silly emotions. So instead, he stayed standing near the bathroom door and watched her on the bed.
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