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capeandcowllogs2012-04-28 10:32 pm
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the smile on my mouth, it came dirt cheap
WHO: MIRROR MASTER and MIDNIGHTER
WHERE: Midnighter's place... again 8(
WHEN: Sunday night
WARNINGS: , really horrible predatory...ness, language, violence, death
SUMMARY: Something went horribly wrong with this plan. Culmination of this plot.
FORMAT: Quick? Quickpara...?
[ As he promised, he was back; Evan knew she hadn't really meant any of those threats. Women were like that in his experience, hysterical and such, he wasn't going to take it personally. Especially not when it involved someone as perfect as--
Well, her name wasn't important. All Evan was sure of was that he loved her, maybe they'd only known and spoken to each other briefly but that feeling in his gut could only be love. Being away from her was almost physically painful, concentrating on normal conversation almost impossible. He watched her all the time without her knowing, admiring his own luck (and making sure she wasn't fooling around; the usual), bided his time for appropriate moments. His last attempt had backfired, but this time he brought flowers. Bright red roses, which he knew cost a fortune to anyone who would've spent actual money on them. He crept back in during the night, tossing the flowers on his girlfriend's bed -- arranging them a little -- and climbing in. ]
WHERE: Midnighter's place... again 8(
WHEN: Sunday night
WARNINGS: , really horrible predatory...ness, language, violence, death
SUMMARY: Something went horribly wrong with this plan. Culmination of this plot.
FORMAT: Quick? Quickpara...?
[ As he promised, he was back; Evan knew she hadn't really meant any of those threats. Women were like that in his experience, hysterical and such, he wasn't going to take it personally. Especially not when it involved someone as perfect as--
Well, her name wasn't important. All Evan was sure of was that he loved her, maybe they'd only known and spoken to each other briefly but that feeling in his gut could only be love. Being away from her was almost physically painful, concentrating on normal conversation almost impossible. He watched her all the time without her knowing, admiring his own luck (and making sure she wasn't fooling around; the usual), bided his time for appropriate moments. His last attempt had backfired, but this time he brought flowers. Bright red roses, which he knew cost a fortune to anyone who would've spent actual money on them. He crept back in during the night, tossing the flowers on his girlfriend's bed -- arranging them a little -- and climbing in. ]
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So he mumbles incoherently something that sounds suspiciously like "hey Apollo" and rolls over to throw an arm across what he groggily assumes to be his husband's waist, only waking the rest of the way up when he realizes none of the usual bright warmth is radiating off him.
Beat.] You motherfucker!
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Whoa -- McCulloch's fine, y'know. Dain't need no nickname, love.
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He's the fucking Midnighter, and this asshole is about to learn exactly why nobody fucks with him and his stupid leather gimpsuit ever. He flips off the other side of the bed, wide awake and wild-eyed, kicking the mattress off of it with one foot right where Evan's standing.] You are driving me CRAZY!
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I -- now what'd I do? I just want tae spend some time wit' ya!