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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]

There isn't anybody else.

[ Just in case it even needs saying. Not that Nelson never looks, but looking is completely different -- it's harmless. He loves Hooded Justice far too much to ever be seriously tempted outside of his periodic fits of discontent.

Maybe "happy" really is too strong of a word, but Nelson isn't sure which would be better. As much as he would prefer to be home, he can only be with Hooded Justice here. "Happy" is the closest word he can think of to encompass how much that means, even if it cuts out all his conflict from the equation. ]

... So am I. Maybe it'll even last this time. For both of us, I mean. I don't think we're doing so bad.

[ And they don't even have Larry. ]

[ropedin]

No. We're not. [ Comparatively, at least. To their own experience. They had their troubles, and they always would. Hooded Justice wasn't made for relationships, his history too mired and colored by his past, and yet he still kept close. Oddly enough.

Parts of him he didn't acknowledge operating without stopping, not willing to put an end to it. He didn't want to, actually. Perhaps keep it a certain way, but not stop. He paused, thinking, but even so, he still didn't stop a slow drag of his fingers, still surprisingly slower and gentler than usual. ]

We could be doing worse.

[retropolis]

[ Still smiling faintly, Nelson nods his agreement, leaning against Hooded Justice affectionately as he shifts himself into Hooded Justice's lingering touch. ]

That's nice. [ He says, encouragingly, though after another moment of the gentle stroking he cautiously adds: ] Are you worried about hurting me?

[ropedin]

[ He almost snorted out loud. Almost. He didn't necessarily fear much, and especially not with Nelson. He knew both of their limits well enough, although the addition of a "safe word" -- as loathe he was to admit it -- had allowed him to push a little further.

His hood tipped, instead, hand stopping to hold at his hip. ]

No. Why would I be worried?

[ There had been times, of course, that he'd gone too far. He'd worried after, yes, but not before. Never before. HJ too often let impulse dictate his actions. ]

[retropolis]

I just thought--

[ Nelson tilts his head upward again, looking at Hooded Justice's hand and biting his lower lip. He strokes Hooded Justice's arm, keeping his tone neutral so that it's clear he's observing, not complaining. It's strange to him, knowing Hooded Justice even can touch this softly. ]

I would ask. You're being more gentle than usual, it's just not really like you.

[ropedin]

[ He bristled, slightly. Giving him a look that was part insult, through the two narrow slits that he could see. The only bit of him that he could see. ]

Did you think it would stay like this?

[ Questioning, if a bit bluntly. HJ hadn't thought much of it, but he'd also not gotten to that point, yet. He dug a thumb in, as if to drive home the point. ]