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sylph_fics ([personal profile] sylph_fics) wrote2008-06-23 06:26 pm
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RP post, family, wintergreen storyline

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.

[identity profile] lady-kane.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
There are steps that can be taken to arrange that. I have not taken them. I have previously felt no need to. "If you are alive, so will I be."

[identity profile] tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Wintergreen stays silent.

He's now in the position to do just that...if he can take the deaths. Africa, as long as he is buried there, will not let him die now.

[identity profile] masked-merc.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Slade looked up at Wintergreen again after a few moments of his cheek pressed to his wife's shoulder, her words in his ears, and studied Wintergreen, wondering what made him look so...

[identity profile] masked-merc.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Slade just closed his eye and held on to her, kiss pressed hard to her shoulder. Little chance of that being true, but if anyone could force it to happen, it would be his Addie...

[identity profile] lady-kane.livejournal.com 2008-06-24 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Slade does not entirely believe me, I know. That is all right. How could he be expected to be aware of the research I had done, once it was made clear just how significantly altered Slade was?

I can make myself immortal again, if I choose.

His mouth on my shoulder makes me bite my cheek to keep from tilting his head up to kiss him, despite the fact that I can still smell his tears in my hair.