RP post, family, wintergreen storyline

[sylph_fics]

There had surely been moments that he had been in a more uncomfortable position than currently being unable to trust either of the people he loved most (for justified suspicions on both sides), but, sitting on his couch with tension through the entire East Side penthouse, he couldn't think of a single one.

Wintergreen in the bedroom that had always been his, likely still on the phone, Adeline braced in the space between the bedroom and where he sat, Joseph hovering worriedly in the echoing space between the three of them... quite the situation for the little Martian telepath to come into.

Especially because his composure was barely a pasted-over thing on actual his mental state.

But they needed the girl's un-biased ability to test minds, to be sure that neither of them held a poisoned kiss without knowing it.

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[silent_jericho.livejournal.com]

Joe has rarely seen such temper, and the way Miss Martian cringes, he has to step forward.

"No, Jericho...he is right to be angry. I made an error in searching, and it has made things worse, even as I can tell you all, freely, that no one in this room harbors any hidden agenda planted by another," Miss Martian said.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

I am angry enough that I am shaking with it, but Wintergreen's fury lets me breathe for a moment. I am not truly angry with him. It is an excuse, nothing more, for the anger I do not wish to acknowledge. "That was poorly done, girl." Ice in my tone, and I do not make an effort to tone down the fact that I must surely be broadcasting rage, doubtless painfully to her.

[silent_jericho.livejournal.com]

"My apologies, Mrs. Wilson," Miss Martian said contritely. "Jericho, I will leave now."

[Thank you.] Joey walked her to the door, still prickling at the situation.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

The girl had given the answers we needed. It is ill-mannered to not, at least, thank her myself.

But she is an easier and more justifiable target than anyone else I have at my disposal.

Tilt of my head towards Wintergreen, still stinging with the rough humiliation of having my thoughts so known. "... Thank you. You are content with your answer?"

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

As Joe was escorting the girl out, Wintergreen was forced to savor that contact with Addie's unguarded mind. It...she honestly would relinquish Slade to him, but the fact she had grown to love Slade again (or refind the buried/guarded emotions) would make that such a bitter pain to her.

It left the former soldier at odds with his own desires in regard to the man he'd watched develop in life's fullness.

"Content, that you are neither a threat to Slade, nor to his family, yes." His brown eyes were shadowed by so much awareness of how this situation set ill on both of them, and on Slade.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade had to struggle to be still against the scent of hot-blooded rage that poured from both of them as his wife and his partner came to their feet that fast, the fury in both of their voices, the fear layered under Addie's and the full roar of Wintergreen's anger--

The girl did not quail, and that surprised him somewhat as she answered--but then, she was telepath, not empath, and somewhat shielded from the emotional storms that would have struck Raven so badly.

He wondered what the girl had done, even as he heard her words with a surge of relief. //They are... they are themselves. Thank God.//

And where was the foxhole, that he was even thinking at that deity?