Post by Rogue on Apr 27, 2007 23:26:29 GMT
”S’cos I’m a fucking enigma, hun. Which is why we go so incredibly well. Because you’re just plain fucked up”[/color]
He does have a point, there. He’s impossible to understand, even for her with him within her mind, and, she’s pretty sure, even for him. Contradictions and complications and … overall, he’s just John, and that’s how he is, and even when he’s making no sense it sort of does make sense because that’s just how he is. And despite knowing that, it doesn’t make him predictable, either, because the only thing one can expect with him is that he’ll do something unexpected when you least expect it…
‘Course, he’s probably just as right about her, too… And about them (both the old-them and this new version)… She’s not exactly the most sane person in the mansion (…and she can’t think of anyone less sane than she is off the top of her head, which isn’t entirely a comfort), really. And he’s pretty much the only one who knows how to make her calm down, stop railing off on some paranoid tangent or another. It makes sense.
(And, yes, it’s all still strange and entirely unnerving. She’s just trying really hard not to think about the strange or the scary or the complicated reasons she shouldn’t have agreed to this, because they’ve dealt with enough of that for one night, right? Surely it’s about time for her to just chill out and relax a bit, stop stressing… And she’s not sure if part of that inclination comes from having recently absorbed him or not, but whatever it is, she doesn’t mind it so much because, yeah, it’s been far too long of a day...)
”Yeah, well.. Only ever wrote you off once. For doing what you’re told”[/color]
She drops her own eyes at the mention, though she’s not sure it’s really necessary or needed or anything because it’s past, it’s not an issue, and she already feels bad for having mentioned that earlier (she’s never mentioned it, not outright like that, and she hates that she did it today, just isn’t sure how she should or can, or if she even should apologize for bringing that up…)
”Biggest fuck-up I ever made. Not doing that again”[/color]
She smiles thoughtfully, looks back up and at him again, torn between a playful answer and a more genuine (well, not that the playful wouldn’t be genuine…) and probably too-emotional one. “Glad t’hear tha’, hon.” She settles for lightly-playing, but still serious enough and safely away from the too-strong emotion. “An’ glad y’back.” Even that she manages to keep from turning out too close to sappy and teary and everything.
”Hang on… so I got electrocuted, rescued by a batshit insane river rat, seduced by said maniac and… leeched, or whatever the fuck we’re calling that, and… what, you’re the tired one? Lightwei…” His words trail off in a yawn, and she laughs slightly, shifts with him when he lays back ”Forget I said anything”[/color]
“Mmph… I didn’ s’duce y’… An’ ‘M not a riv'r rat.” she mumbles, with a playing sort of mock-scowl, which breaks into another yawn. “But I’ll let it slide, I guess…”
And, logically, it should be totally insane for her to still be entirely as comfortable as normal curling up and holding onto him like a more relaxed and non-scared version of the way she usually does. Should be. It's not, though, normal aside from the feeling that it shouldn't be. So her murmured "G'night Sugah." is really the last thing she's awake enough for before long.
He does have a point, there. He’s impossible to understand, even for her with him within her mind, and, she’s pretty sure, even for him. Contradictions and complications and … overall, he’s just John, and that’s how he is, and even when he’s making no sense it sort of does make sense because that’s just how he is. And despite knowing that, it doesn’t make him predictable, either, because the only thing one can expect with him is that he’ll do something unexpected when you least expect it…
‘Course, he’s probably just as right about her, too… And about them (both the old-them and this new version)… She’s not exactly the most sane person in the mansion (…and she can’t think of anyone less sane than she is off the top of her head, which isn’t entirely a comfort), really. And he’s pretty much the only one who knows how to make her calm down, stop railing off on some paranoid tangent or another. It makes sense.
(And, yes, it’s all still strange and entirely unnerving. She’s just trying really hard not to think about the strange or the scary or the complicated reasons she shouldn’t have agreed to this, because they’ve dealt with enough of that for one night, right? Surely it’s about time for her to just chill out and relax a bit, stop stressing… And she’s not sure if part of that inclination comes from having recently absorbed him or not, but whatever it is, she doesn’t mind it so much because, yeah, it’s been far too long of a day...)
”Yeah, well.. Only ever wrote you off once. For doing what you’re told”[/color]
She drops her own eyes at the mention, though she’s not sure it’s really necessary or needed or anything because it’s past, it’s not an issue, and she already feels bad for having mentioned that earlier (she’s never mentioned it, not outright like that, and she hates that she did it today, just isn’t sure how she should or can, or if she even should apologize for bringing that up…)
”Biggest fuck-up I ever made. Not doing that again”[/color]
She smiles thoughtfully, looks back up and at him again, torn between a playful answer and a more genuine (well, not that the playful wouldn’t be genuine…) and probably too-emotional one. “Glad t’hear tha’, hon.” She settles for lightly-playing, but still serious enough and safely away from the too-strong emotion. “An’ glad y’back.” Even that she manages to keep from turning out too close to sappy and teary and everything.
”Hang on… so I got electrocuted, rescued by a batshit insane river rat, seduced by said maniac and… leeched, or whatever the fuck we’re calling that, and… what, you’re the tired one? Lightwei…” His words trail off in a yawn, and she laughs slightly, shifts with him when he lays back ”Forget I said anything”[/color]
“Mmph… I didn’ s’duce y’… An’ ‘M not a riv'r rat.” she mumbles, with a playing sort of mock-scowl, which breaks into another yawn. “But I’ll let it slide, I guess…”
And, logically, it should be totally insane for her to still be entirely as comfortable as normal curling up and holding onto him like a more relaxed and non-scared version of the way she usually does. Should be. It's not, though, normal aside from the feeling that it shouldn't be. So her murmured "G'night Sugah." is really the last thing she's awake enough for before long.
