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WHO: cross marian (

ioudas) and danger!!! (

heartlessglitch)
WHERE: MAC, cross's new apartment
WHEN: forward-dated to this weekend.
WARNINGS: it's ... cross ....
SUMMARY: after his conversation with madison, danger feels the need to emotionally punch cross in the feels.
FORMAT:action to start!!

(why, why, why, did he decide to do the honorable thing and ask madison if he was still married lillian? why did he have to do the honorable thing and say that he would stay away? why did he care? cross, always wondering if he was getting soft and weak.

but, that was in the back of his mind as he started to move from the MAC to the new apartment on the upper east side. he hadn't told anyone that he was moving, cross figured that it would be best to keep at least some air of mystery around him. lenalee, he had hoped, was settling in properly but the more he moved his books the better.

argh, why was being such a good person such a buzzkill? the door's open as he fills up the taxi and the movers to move his precious books. basking in his spot in the sun, as always, was the giant gold ball timcampy (grown considerably larger over the course of the few days as a measure to protect cross) sleeping happily.)

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[ soon, there's the looming shadow of a tall woman blocking his sunlight. surprise. it's danger. :) :) :) ]

Cross Marian. I wish to speak with you.

(oh jesus christ, there's a very tall women that can probably strangle him with her bra.

correction: she will strangle him at some point.)

Danger, always a surprise. What can I do for you?

I will be frank, to minimize the possibility of misunderstanding. I believe the situation allows little room for errors of communication.

[ she pauses, considering him a long moment with those pupil-less eyes. her face is unreadable, but her tone is leaving little room for argument. ]

I have debated whether or not I should intervene in the matter of you and Lillian. My conclusion is that, although a final dissolution of her marriage would possibility benefit me, it would hurt Madison. And I cannot allow that.

Therefore, I have come to tell you that you must not approach Lillian again, and if I find that you have, I will have no choice but to respond unkindly.

Wait - what?

(this really isn't a conversation to be had out in open. cross double checks that lenalee isn't sleeping and timcampy is wide awake now after being tempted with juicy gossip.)

Please, sit. Just - (crap, there goes his packing system. he moves a stack of books next to another set of books - but these are in latin, shit fuck the system.)

Why do you know all about this?

[ she pointedly declines to sit. this isn't a friendly visit, by any means, and where she lacks the tact to see that this is a conversation better held in private, she more than compensates in an intense sort of straight-forwardness. ]

I live with them. Lillian often discusses her personal issues with me out of loneliness, and besides that, I am very attentive. You both made the nature of your relationship more than obvious during her tantrum the other day.

(and cross is a master of saying nothing. he crosses his arms, leaning against the counter and staring at her.)

Look, I'll tell you what I told Madison, there's nothing to worry about. Should she find me, she can talk to me but other than that, I'll keep my end up.

(should he slide in a snide comment here or not? why is he even worried about this? oh, right, it's because here he can't disappear and there's actually a reason for him to stay instead of leaving things a mess.)

I was providing her company, and if she wants it - wanted it - I would have made it more personal.

Edited 2012-10-26 14:56 (UTC)

If I didn't believe there exists a high probability that she does in fact want your company, I wouldn't find it necessary to confront you this way.

[ she meets his stare, unfazed, pursing her lips briefly before going on: ]

I am sympathetic to your position. I have even found that I identify with it somewhat. Regardless, my warning stands.

(as emotionally stunted as cross is, he sees that danger has feelings for madison. the fact that she'd put them aside for his sake and come to see him about lilian makes him respect her even more for it. )

How is that fair to the both of you? (not that he wants to get in the way of anything, but here he goes.) Don't you have the right to be happy? Doesn't she? Even if it isn't with me, but there's a reason why she was so angry at me.

Not at the cost of Madison's happiness.

[ she seems fairly adamant about that, though something displeased crosses her face-- like that struck closer to home than she'd probably prefer to admit. ]

When Lillian first arrived in the City, I did attempt to assert myself. But it changed nothing and only caused more conflict. I have tried to be less resentful of the idea that it is likely Madison Jeffries will only ever love one woman, and if he ever loved me, it is because I am not really a woman at all.

No, Danger. You are a woman, regardless if you're organic or not. You feel, you love, you know loyalty, pain, yearning - that's what makes you a woman. It isn't based on the biology of your body or the mechanics of it. You're you, that's all that matters.

(cross isn't a good person very often or one that shows empathy or - feeling. but when it comes to people thinking that they're not worthy of being loved, he can't handle it.)

Madison's happiness is one thing, your own is another. You're only torturing yourself.

[ there's something a little uncertain in her expression for a moment, something that makes the hardness in her face falter. but then her eyebrows draw together, and her mouth pulls into a frown, her arms folding defensively over her chest. ]

Your opinion on the nature of my relationship with Madison is irrelevant. [ displeasure now, in her voice. ] Even if you are right, it does not alter the fact that Lillian is his wife and I am not.

My opinion is also irrelevant, but my statement about you being a real woman still stands. Regardless of what you are, whether or not you're his wife or not, you're you.

(that's the point he wants to make clear.) Even if you don't feel like you're "real", you are. Okay?

[ her lips purse. ]

Why are you saying these things to me, Cross Marian?

(he shrugs.)

I can't stand to see such a pretty woman think so lowly of herself.

I suspect you use such terminology to describe most females that you encounter, and I should clarify that I am not as emotionally needy and vulnerable to flattery as Lillian apparently is.

[ dismissively: ]

Besides that, I have little sense of human aesthetics. A compliment like "pretty" is somewhat lost on me.

It's not flattery, if it's a fact you know. (but she is really pretty and Madison is a hypocrite (that part, he keeps to himself).)

Is protecting Madison's feelings the only reason why you came?

No. [ plainly: ] I felt sorry for you. I thought we were alike, in some ways, and I wished to intervene before the situation became unsalvageable.

Well, thank you. (he shakes his head though:) Look, it's not my place though, but have you told Madison all of this? While I understand the need to protect him, at some point you need to start thinking about your own heart.

[ she doesn't respond immediately, watching him with an unreadable expression on her face before she finally replies: ]

The two things are not so clearly divided. I love him.

Then forgive me if I don't see why you'd torture yourself.

(maybe he'd been in that position before, maybe he'd wasted a lot of time on a woman that wouldn't give him the time of day and then she had perished (as they all do) before he became the man he was.

maybe.

or maybe that was just him trying to figure out this "empathy" sort of thing.)

But, you have a lot on your mind and on your plate. I'll stay away from her, but I won't see her hurt. Either you or Madison can tell her why I won't be returning her calls and why I'm avoiding her. She's been through enough.

[ danger tilts her head at him, considering him a long moment with those white, alien eyes before she answers, plainly: ]

You care for Lillian. Genuinely. [ a small beat. ] If I'm identifying the emotion I feel now correctly, then I am regretful that I must interfere.

I just hate to make women unhappy, I suppose. (he shrugs nonchalantly:) I'm not the sort of person who dwells on things he can't have.

... I'm sorry that you're stuck in the middle.

I don't think you can be blamed for the entirety of Lillian's unhappiness. She is unhappy often, and for many reasons.

[ a little pause. ]

Regardless, you should not feel sorry for me. I have chosen, in some ways, to be in my position. I don't let go of things as well as you seem to, Cross Marian. I dwell on the things which I cannot have.

Reasons that we both know, but we won't comment on.

(he shifts a little, wondering how she'd react:)

Well, should it sometimes be too much to bear, my door is always open.

[ she pauses again before replying, giving him that considering look, the corners of her mouth just a little turned down.

finally: ]

I would prefer not to aggravate jealousy, on either side. [ another slight pause. ] But your sentiment is appreciated. Thank you.

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