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[amoray]

the picture prompt meme

1. comment with your character.
2. others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
( 2a. if you like, link a visualosities post in your top level comment to give people material to work with! )
3. reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
4. for an idea of how this works, see bakerstreet, which is where i stole this meme from!
5. THIS IS A SLOW BURNING MEME IF YOU SAY YOU'RE LATE I'LL SLOW BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN

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[retropolis]

[ He leans a little closer to her, lips still pinched tightly in his unease, and shrugs his shoulders a little weightlessly. It's a little hard to articulate or understand where to start, even for him, even knowing Lil has plenty of experience with at least feeling like a fool for someone. Part of why the two of them click so well, he imagines, because it's certainly how they came together in the first place. ]

Maybe not. But if I didn't have something to hide that would probably mean I was alone. So... [ He bites his lower lip. ] You have to make compromises. You know-- what else can you do?

[glassbox]

[ Lil recognizes his unease -- not because she's even been particularly clever that way, but because her affection has always made her attentive. She dwells on it a moment, the way his face looks, before setting the flowers aside to reach for his shoulders, smoothing over them with her hands. ]

As long as y'think it's worth it, I s'pose.

[ It isn't as if she has room to criticize. ]

I jus' don't want y'compromisin' too much, hon. Compromisin' ain't a one man game.

[retropolis]

It can be. I... well... it's possible to expect too much sometimes. You know, he doesn't have anyone else. I couldn't abandon him now-- not that I want to.

[ He exhales a little and puts his arm around her waist, smiling reassuringly. He doesn't want to complain, he doesn't imagine it's fair to. Not when she's alone right now, and he's somehow miraculously not. He imagines he should try to be more positive, given the circumstances. ]

Would you like to go somewhere? We could get some lunch, maybe. Or whatever else you might like to do.

[glassbox]

[ She purses her lips at him a little, like she thinks maybe he might be making excuses, and there's an argument just on the tip of her tongue that only dies because of the arm around her waist, the suggestion of lunch -- those little gestures again, the ones that appease her and subdue her contentious impulses. ]

Y'know I'm jus' tryin' t'take good care of you. [ That's all she ends up saying instead, seeming willing now to let the subject go, if that's what he wants. She scoops the flowers back up into her arms before going on: ] I'm gonna put these in water first. Then you an' me can get lunch.

[ Lil's long legs carry her in easy strides to the kitchen where she takes down a vase from one of the upper cupboards, setting it in the sink to fill. ]

[retropolis]

All right. Just let me know what you'd like. I'm not too picky, myself... I think just getting out will be nice.

[ Nelson crosses his arms and leans a little against a wall, waiting for her for a moment before he decides simply to follow her into the kitchen -- better than shouting across rooms.

She says that, but he doesn't know who's taking care of Lil. He adds: ]

You don't have to -- we're friends.

But I do appreciate it.