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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He shuddered again as Addie kissed his cheek, let him hold on to her, and her gentleness broke the next sob out of him, and the next, until he couldn't fight them down at all--not just for this, the tears, but for the agony of the loss he hadn't been willing to face (too much to do), for every wasted year he'd looked at only too late, and for this, now, that he'd caused them all this pain--and they broke out of him in waves as he curled tighter around her.

Somewhere in the midst of it all, he heard himself say 'he left again', but he couldn't hear her answer over the sound of his breath and blood in his ears.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

At some point that is not now, I will take Slade's tears out of Wintergreen's hide. For the moment I simply hold him, letting him shake and weep into my hair, the skin of my throat. He is younger now than he was when I met him first, and his pain chokes me.

"It is not your fault." Only thing I can make myself say, and I am not certain that he can even hear me.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

He couldn't hear her, not with all of this turned loose, with every one of his controls shattered by their mutual rage, by too much loss and too many returns that it hurt to believe, by Everything in these last weeks that had boiled just under the surface too long, all broken by the not-silence of a door closing...

All he could do was shake in the waves of bitter grief and pain, and curl tighter around his wife's body as full-on hysterics ripped their way out of his chest.