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 felt very confused, because his dad, until he'd gotten under control, had been looking a lot like Dick sometimes got, when pulled between Kory and that Gotham girl.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen hung up and exited back to the main room, just as the Martian girl was being let fully inside.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Hearing the door open means I move back to the main room, knowing Wintergreen is behind me, and narrowing my eyes at the girl in the doorway. Martian, very clearly, and hopefully her answers... will be something that will not break Slade.

Rethread: tm_wintergreen

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

"Nor are you. Excellent." I cannot stay here. I cannot.

Wintergreen's heart is in my mind, all his long-held devotion and his awareness of what he could have back again, and I cannot stand to be here to see Slade go back to him. I am still shaking with my fury, the bleak edge of pain.

I will break some(one) thing if I stay, and no one here deserves that.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

He made it to the lobby, then felt the pain threaten to consume him. He had cleared the field to the woman Slade had long ago placed ahead of himself...but he could not truly bring himself to leave fully. Breathing deeply, a hard catch in his throat, let him clear his mind some, but he still balked at leaving.

Instead, he headed up again, to use the other apartment Slade's paranoia insisted on, the one below the penthouse, so that he would be near.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen smiled at Slade, a small expression. "Superstitious claptrap," he murmured, as things came to a small peace between the three of them. He could still read Slade's curiosity like a book. "I knew I got the rough end of the inheritance when I accepted that bloody rifle."