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[centurybaby]

SUDDEN MARRIAGE MEME

▌ POST AS YOUR CHARACTER. ▌ ANON GIVES YOU ANOTHER CHARACTER + ONE SCENARIO. ▌ YOUR CHARACTERS ARE NOW MARRIED. ▌ THREAD ACCORDINGLY. SCENARIOS 1. EXPECTING A BABY/ADOPTING A BABY. 2. GETTING A DIVORCE. 3. HONEYMOON. 4. GETTING BACK TOGETHER AFTER SEPARATION. 5. DOMESTIC CUTE TIMES. 6. PILLOW TALK.

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[glassbox]

[ for lack of a better way to respond, she thoughtlessly takes the plate from him, watching him like she still isn't sure what to make of it, because she was so sure she'd have to rage and fight. she doesn't know what to do, now that she's actually getting something she wants.

finally, she sets the glass and plate down on the table, getting up and moving towards him. it's hard to tell what she means to do, if she means to be violent or not, because she's hardly ever rational and she's the sort of woman you should keep at arm's length, and he probably knows that better than most by now -- but it's not violence, not like that, even though she gets a hold of his clothes, even though she's using her height shamelessly.

she just kisses him, bruisingly hard and grateful. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ He is still when she approaches him. If she intends to lash out, he's not going to run from it. She's earned the right to hit him if she wanted to do it.

What came instead wasn't startling, but the way she kissed was almost rough enough to still count as violence.

Frank allows it for several seconds longer than he should, before he turns his head aside, his hand finding her hip. ]

Eat the food.

[glassbox]

[ she's hardly so easily rejected, lingering close for another passing moment or two. it's strange, what she looks like when she isn't totally furious -- the shape of her eyes when she isn't scowling, the shape of her mouth when she isn't spitting venom. her grip on his clothes loosens, and she even pauses to smooth the fabric out with her hands before she steps back, listening for once.

letting the space open up between them, she sits, pointedly taking a bite of the sandwich, chewing, swallowing, and washing it down with a drink of water -- as if to say, look, she can behave, if she wants. ]

Happy now, hon?

[ it's a little mocking, but not mean. not like she can be. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ Frank watches her as she withdraws. He can't deny that he's grown used to how her body moves, how her voice sounds and the way her mouth tastes. It's all signs that he should pull away, but he doesn't.

Instead, he moves to sit across from her at the table, the scene seeming a bit too domestic for his liking. ]

Wrong word to use.

[glassbox]

[ lil can't remember the last time they sat at the same table like this. he might not like it, but it's a small comfort to her. it gets that angry chaos inside of her to calm a little bit, because it's been lonely for her. she misses him, that's the worst part, and that's why she's always so furious, when she sees his face again.

right now though, she's not angry. she's watching him across the table, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, elbow propping her arm up. absently, she picks at the crust of her sandwich. at length, she responds in her plain way: ]

Y'really gonna stay?

[fronttowardenemy]

Depends. [ Frank's own posture is far from slack. He hunches over somewhat, his forearms resting on the tabletop. He watches her, but he isn't scrutinizing. It's almost cautious. He doesn't ask how she's been, because that is too much of a betrayal. ]

There's only so much I can do.

[glassbox]

[ caution probably isn't unfounded. even when she's like this, lil is entirely unpredictable. she's always two steps away from snapping at any given moment. "crazy" would be a fair word to use.

it's almost dismissive when she responds: ]

I can take care a'myself. I don't need babyin'. That ain't it.

[ whatever "it" is though, she isn't volunteering any clarification. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

Didn't offer that.

[ He speaks blandly, very wary. Lil is moody at the best of time, let alone when she's carrying all the extra hormones that come along with pregnancy. ]

What is it you want?

[glassbox]

[ it's probably a good thing there's the table between the two of them. even like this, when she's not raging, lil possesses a natural sort of intensity, maybe in the weight of her attention and how singular it is, or maybe in the constant threat of her aggressive nature, combined with her superpowers and her unusual height. she's a human battering ram when she wants to be, and besides, she has more baggage than most.

but under all that, she's just a woman.

that question makes her pause and glance away. her voice comes out vaguely annoyed and a little impatient, but for once, her tone doesn't quite match her face: ]

What the hell kinda question is that when I'm carryin' your baby?

[fronttowardenemy]

A valid one. [ His tone isn't confrontational, but rather blunt and honest. ] You can't expect the usual out of me.

[ And he said this a million times, but it hadn't sunk in yet. ]

[glassbox]

[ it probably never will, not fully anyway. lil's too stubborn for that, and she always gets too invested -- worst of all, she rarely learns her lesson.

she purses her lips at him a second, idly running her index finger around the rim of her water glass. she knows he isn't picking a fight with her, not right now, but she still feels a little twinge of defensive annoyance at nothing in particular. her voice comes out dismissively: ]

I ain't expectin' nothin'. I ain't a sixteen-year-old gal with a high school crush. Just wouldn't mind seein' your stupid face more than once every few goddamn months.