Glass Presses To His Lip As His Hand Is Tucked Under His Arm, Folded Across His Chest. Pupils Watch

                Glass    presses    to    his    lip    as    his    hand    is    tucked    under    his    arm,    folded    across    his    chest.    Pupils    watch    as    she    moves,    getting    herself    a    glass    then    sitting    on    the    couch.    Of    course    his    eyes    linger    a    little    too    long    at    her    thighs.    He    lets    out    another    heavy    sigh    before    he    sets    the    cup    on    the    coffee    table,    taking    a    seat    on    the    couch    opposite    of    her.    Face    finds    a    home    in    his    hands.

                Nickolas    is    good    at    getting    rid    of    women    if    he    truly    wants    them    gone.    But    this,    this    is    like    an    honors    class    at    a    four    year    college.

                "    Dick.    "    He    corrects    her.

                "    Uffa-    "    He    exclaims    under    his    breath,    speaking    up    afterwards.    "    Listen    baby,    if    somethin'    happens    I'm    gonna    hafta    be    the    one    to    say    'I    told    you    so'.    I    get    it,    I    understand    the    shit    you    been    through    and    what    you    do,    people    wantin'    you    dead    and    shit    but    now    there's    gonna    be    even    more.    And    if    you're    fine    livin'    with    that    then    shit,    be    my    guest.    "    He    grows    quiet,    sitting    back    in    his    seat    after    digits    reach    for    the    cup    again.

Didi likes love. She always has. She just didn't know the right ways to go about it— and when all you know is the wrong way and it still seems to work? Why even bother with the other way?

You never have to be vulnerable. You always get what you want. You go when you're bored and come back when you're needy. It's a very effective system. It's just a bit easier, isn't it? Than staying and trying to convince someone of your worth when the honeymoon phase is over. Than risking any real heartache.

The problem here is the fact that she doesn't want to go. Not yet.

"No?" It's cooed, finding that so funny right now. He's pushing her away like she might push him away one day. They're more similar than Nick wants to admit, she thinks. "Then we're terrible together. The absolute worst, hm." She laughs. "That's even better— that's more fun, hm." Only she would think being terrors together could be fun.

You're going to get killed if you stick around.

"—We're all going to die anyway."

I'm not the person you think I am.

"—That doesn't matter though, does it?" Didi groans before she twirls away, going to get herself a drink. "I know who I am."

Glass is placed down. "And more people than I can count hate me enough to wish me dead, hm." Ice clinks around in the glass. "I've had my kidney carved out for fuck's sake, Nick." She's pouring her rum, reaching for cola to mix.

"If you can't handle me, well, that's another problem entirely, hm." Glass is twirled in her hand, swishing about her drink. "Is that it, hm? You can't handle me?"

With a smile he shouldn't trust and a wink he shouldn't fall for, she plopped herself down on his couch, leg crossing over the other and making her skirt hike up. "...I think you're overthinking it. I'm not asking you to try and protect me. I'm not asking you to be a saint." Arms outstretch. "I'm asking for...dates. Company. To fuck you senseless after I cook a very beautiful meal, hm. I'm a simple girl, Nick. You don't have to be such a," Hand wildly gestures towards him. "cock about it."

*  MUTANT9601,  ⸻ private james howlett, otherwise known as LOGAN or WOLVERINE; lovingly   plucked   from   canon   &   re-written   as   an  original   character. a study in: some feral animal claws at my ribcage, i am made of tragedy, FORGIVE ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SINNED, what  is  more  unfair  than  having  to  choose  between  being  a  monster  or  being  a  hero? by becky. THIS IS A SIDEBLOG TO GODSDEFIED.

to add even more to that:

nick watched 9/11 from his apartment window

have some hcs:

nick slouches so bad when he’s sitting. he sits way back, he spreads his fuckin legs so wIDE.

shakes his leg real bad, bad, bad, man

has a bad habit of rubbing at his jaw like he’s thinking

folds his arms a lot

drinks coffee. makes him have anxiety but faster !!!

is so fuckin picky about his oral health, i swear to god this man is brushing his teeth every two hours, scrapes his tongue, mouthwash, flosses. his dentist loves him. the only person who does.

he left handed

he also has a tendency to move the fingers on his left hand, sort of like a trigger finger thing, u kno?

@forgesdestiny asked: there are many types of strength beyond the ability to wield a blade and end lives. rick to holly

                Jaw    clenches,    swallowing    the    nerves    down    her    throat.    As    if    it    was    a    tangible    thing,    to    only    be    torn    up    in    the    acid    of    her    stomach.    As    if    she    could    get    rid    of    it.    No,    it    was    a    never    ending    cycle    of    nerves,    fight    or    flight,    nerves,    fight    or    flight,    nerves,    fight    or    flight,    and    she    was    getting    sick    of    it.    What    she    also    came    to    the    realization    of    was    the    fact    that    she    was    increasingly    useless.    The    only    thing    saving    her    was    the    fact    that    Rick    was    kind,    believed    in    humanity    over    how    useful    or    useless    someone    was.

                "    Unfortunately    that's    the    type    of    strength    you    need    t'survive    in    this    world    now,    Rick.    The    strength    t'wake    up,    down    a    pot    of    coffee,    and    sit    behind    a    desk    for    eight    hours    a    day    won't    cut    it    anymore.    The    strength    t'deal    with    rude    customers    or    strange    looks    wont    cut    it    anymore.    "    Not    everyone    can    contribute    like    they    used    to.

                "    Sure,    I'm    smart,    but    not    in    the    way    that    warrants    survival.    What    am    I    gonna    do,    kill    them    with    my    German    ??    Play    a    song    so    good    the    plants    will    grow    ??    "

@desireshonour asked: hadn't realized i was a villain in your narrative. graves to holly

                Truly    a    villain,    not    so    much.    But    he    had    broken    the    thin    ice,    treading    water,    out    in    the    dog    house,    however    many    ways    you    could    say    that    she    wasn't    happy    with    the    man    at    all.    Because    why    would    he    go    and    pull    a    fucking    thing    like    that    ??    Holly    had    thought    she    was    in    the    loop,    but    it's    good    to    know    everyone's    keeping    secrets    now.

                "    We    could    have    all    gotten    killed.    "    Her    voice    is    raised,    louder    than    her    usual    calm    tone.    Now    he    isn't    one    for    /stupid    shit/,    but    keeping    secrets    was    pretty    high    up    on    the    list    of    things    labeled    'I    didn't    think    it    would    be    a    big    deal'.    "    Maybe    keeping    this-    "    A    finger    is    wagged    between    the    two    of    them,    pointing    at    him    and    herself.    "    a    secret    is    a    bad    idea    too.    "

@forgesdestiny asked: i would have waited five hundred more years for you. a thousand years. loki to holly

                "    That's    a    long    time.    "    For    a    mortal    like    Holly,    sure.    She    couldn't    even    fathom    living    to    eighty.    She    didn't    even    think    she'd    make    it    to    thirty.    FUCK,    she    tried    to    end    it    all    at    fifteen.    Time    is    a    terrible,    terrible    thing    in    her    eyes,    and    it    scares    her.    And    to    be    loved    by    a    god    scares    her    just    as    much.

                "    Though    must    be    the    blink    of    an    eye    for    you.    "    He    was    already    thousands    of    years    old,    wasn't    he    ??    Well,    if    you    wanna    get    technical    he    was    first    mentioned    in    the    latter    of    the    ninth    century    and-    who    cares    ??    A    god    stands    at    her    feet    and    praises    his    love    and    all    she    can    think    about    is    his    immortality    ??    And    how    it    must    hurt    when    he    loves    a    mortal    so    fiercely.    That    is    what    scares    her.

                "    My    life    must    be    even    shorter    than    that.    "