Just give me a moment, love. [ or several, preferably. the glow in his chest hasn't lost it brightness, but he could use some rest. ]
It was magic, wasn't it? I've never even heard of such a thing. [ and he's heard of some very strange things. he watches her carefully, drawing his hand away to rest between them while she does the touching. he can feel how much the bond fascinates her too. ] Do you think this is what the other misplaced do with their spare time? [ or was it the displaced? he doesn't really care, but he bets they use their bonds all the time. ]
Magic, some weird science, who the hell knows? [ she sure doesn't, but she does know that both of those things exist — well, in her world, definitely. when you end up being sent after a thousands-year-old sorceress who's taken up residence in the body of a poor little doctor, hellbent on ending the world... you learn that not only is magic real, it can be used to do some pretty gnarly shit. ]
Maybe. Though I bet not everybody wants people to know what they're feelin'. Like it'd be a weakness, somethin' that could be used against 'em. [ she doesn't seem worried about that herself, though, not when they're still basking in the afterglow, so to speak, and the dominant emotion she's giving off is something closer to relaxed satisfaction. ease, at laying next to him just casually talking like this after what they've done. ] Still, if it's like that every time... they're kinda missin' out, huh?
[ she's been so easygoing with all of this, first the moon and then this weird planet and then the weird thing between them, her attitude is kind of endearing to him. sure, she might a bit crazy, but that's just how he likes it. ]
They definitely are, but that's how it is always with cowards. [ psh. he doesn't have much to hide either, especially not right now. he's far away from the people who meant to stop him and put an end to his plans, and he has no intention of getting too close to someone he might want to betray here. anyway. ] Tell me, love. [ he says after a pause, his eyes still glued on her. ] What are you going to do next? Here, in this place, I mean.
[ it could be the swiss cheese for a brain, or it could be that she's learned to roll with most things she has no control over. waking up in a place she doesn't remember going to isn't a new experience for her. but that's a story she might tell sometime later. ]
Repression never goes well. [ she hums in thought at his question, slowly rolling over onto her stomach and kicking her feet up in the air behind her, linked at the ankles. her chin drops into her hand, but they're still lightly touching as the hip, at the arm. ]
Y'know, I hadn't really thought about it yet. Find somewhere to shack up, that's up there. Figure out a way to rake in some moolah. I'm kind of a jill of all trades, so the way I see it, I could always go for the work that not everyone is willin' to do. Get my hands dirty.
Mm, I like the way you think. [ because those were his thoughts exactly. apart from shacking up somewhere. abandoned buildings are good for some purposes, but he isn't going to become a squatter. he prefers to move from one place to another, unattached. if only he could find a ship somewhere. oh well, that's for later. a captain can dream. ]
I was told of a place called New Amsterdam. [ what a funny name, right? he doesn't sound too impressed with it, almost like he just felt obligated to share the information. after all, they are companions in some way. ] The others hold their base of operations there.
Still, you scored yourself some nice digs here. Even if it's not permanent. [ and she clearly has no hesitation about hooking up on someone else's bed, evidenced by... the fact that they just did that. but she does want a place that's hers, somewhere she can call her own, where she can lay her own personal touches down. she has a very distinctive aesthetic. ]
So... that where you're headin' after this? [ is it her way of subtly trying to suss out what his plans are? she really doesn't have anything better to do, so tagging along doesn't seem like a bad idea. although she's going to claim that's not what she's doing at all. even if a hint of that might flicker through the bond while they're still touching directly. ]
Nice? Only because you're here. [ lazy compliments while he pauses to think about his own future. new amsterdam might mean trouble, but he wants to see if there's anyone he'd know. even if it's unlikely.
and he's a gentleman so he's going to pretend he didn't feel that. ]
Aye, might as well. Our options are somewhat limited, aren't they? [ which is to say she's more than welcome to join him if she's got nothing better to do. ]
[ it might be something casually flung out, but it still elicits a smile from her anyway. never let it be said that harley doesn't respond well to a compliment, though. ]
Saw a couple people soundin' off on the network about it. [ and she doesn't have anything specific keeping her here. still seems like there's a strangely low number of people around, but that's not anything she's thinking too deeply about.
her eyes find his face and she grins slowly. ] Why not go on an adventure, right?
Ah, the network. [ he sounds somewhat tired just thinking about it, rolling his eyes. learning how to communicate through it and the inboxes went rather smoothly, but the idea of them still makes his skin crawl. it's a lot.
luckily she has the right idea. the grin on his face mirrors her own. adventure!! ]
It was clear right from the start that you know how to have fun, love.
[ it was weird, honestly, having what amounts to all this tech in her head and not being able to use any of it until suddenly, it was like somebody had flipped a big switch and she could scroll through all of these conversations that were taking place. it's still a strange feeling, but she'd caught on quickly enough in terms of actually figuring out how to use it.
case in point: having what amounts to a futuristic booty call, the very satisfying results of which are still laying right next to her. ]
Could tell just by lookin' at me, huh? [ she smooths a hand across his chest, fingers spindling across the dark hair there, watching the glow resume. ] Like... finds like.
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It was magic, wasn't it? I've never even heard of such a thing. [ and he's heard of some very strange things. he watches her carefully, drawing his hand away to rest between them while she does the touching. he can feel how much the bond fascinates her too. ] Do you think this is what the other misplaced do with their spare time? [ or was it the displaced? he doesn't really care, but he bets they use their bonds all the time. ]
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Maybe. Though I bet not everybody wants people to know what they're feelin'. Like it'd be a weakness, somethin' that could be used against 'em. [ she doesn't seem worried about that herself, though, not when they're still basking in the afterglow, so to speak, and the dominant emotion she's giving off is something closer to relaxed satisfaction. ease, at laying next to him just casually talking like this after what they've done. ] Still, if it's like that every time... they're kinda missin' out, huh?
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They definitely are, but that's how it is always with cowards. [ psh. he doesn't have much to hide either, especially not right now. he's far away from the people who meant to stop him and put an end to his plans, and he has no intention of getting too close to someone he might want to betray here. anyway. ] Tell me, love. [ he says after a pause, his eyes still glued on her. ] What are you going to do next? Here, in this place, I mean.
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Repression never goes well. [ she hums in thought at his question, slowly rolling over onto her stomach and kicking her feet up in the air behind her, linked at the ankles. her chin drops into her hand, but they're still lightly touching as the hip, at the arm. ]
Y'know, I hadn't really thought about it yet. Find somewhere to shack up, that's up there. Figure out a way to rake in some moolah. I'm kind of a jill of all trades, so the way I see it, I could always go for the work that not everyone is willin' to do. Get my hands dirty.
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I was told of a place called New Amsterdam. [ what a funny name, right? he doesn't sound too impressed with it, almost like he just felt obligated to share the information. after all, they are companions in some way. ] The others hold their base of operations there.
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So... that where you're headin' after this? [ is it her way of subtly trying to suss out what his plans are? she really doesn't have anything better to do, so tagging along doesn't seem like a bad idea. although she's going to claim that's not what she's doing at all. even if a hint of that might flicker through the bond while they're still touching directly. ]
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and he's a gentleman so he's going to pretend he didn't feel that. ]
Aye, might as well. Our options are somewhat limited, aren't they? [ which is to say she's more than welcome to join him if she's got nothing better to do. ]
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Saw a couple people soundin' off on the network about it. [ and she doesn't have anything specific keeping her here. still seems like there's a strangely low number of people around, but that's not anything she's thinking too deeply about.
her eyes find his face and she grins slowly. ] Why not go on an adventure, right?
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luckily she has the right idea. the grin on his face mirrors her own. adventure!! ]
It was clear right from the start that you know how to have fun, love.
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case in point: having what amounts to a futuristic booty call, the very satisfying results of which are still laying right next to her. ]
Could tell just by lookin' at me, huh? [ she smooths a hand across his chest, fingers spindling across the dark hair there, watching the glow resume. ] Like... finds like.