He ambles home in due time, soon coming through the door of her tower and flopping down to sit on her bed. Ahhh, home.
"Hey, sweets." He watches her play for a little bit, observing all the whooshing and flying and paralooping. "Final boss on this game was kind of a joke, don't you think?"
...Okay, that was both adorable and weird. 'Sweets.' He's...never been one for nicknames, especially not that sort of casual lovey-dovey crap nickname, and it makes her smile.
"Eh. I just hated that cat thing. That cat witch thing was a bitch."
She pauses the game and turns off the television, turning to him. This stranger that she's married to, who doesn't even know he's married. How much DOES he remember? How dumb would it be to pry? Should she just carry on like everything's normal? It certainly would cause a hell of a lot less freaking out on all sides.
Maybe take it slowly? Just, erm. Lead into the nosy questions, make it seem like a normal conversation.
My husband came home with multiple piercings and a blue streak in his hair when he normally looks like a pirate.
"Not much, really. Got that new dishwasher installed in the kitchen. Other than that, it's just an exciting adventure in living in a castle full time."
She scoots in closer, and suddenly realizes with a shock that this is the first casual and happy conversation she's had with him since she revealed her pregnancy. She's missed him. A lot. Even if this is some weird alternate universe version of him, it's still HIM. She's craved his company and conversation this whole time, and now his company and conversation seems to include some of her interests as well. Hips didn't even realize she missed this casual banter until now.
Her hand brushes across that lock of blue, and she smiles.
{No joke, mi amor. How else would I be able to do this?}
She just remains laying on the bed, propped up on her elbows again, not smiling. Not even threatening to crack a smile. She drops back into using her words, since he's obviously freaking out at her use of her parasite.
"I didn't want to tell you. I just thought I'd go along with it until it wore off. But...yeah. I can't do that. It's not fair to you, or to me. So."
Shrugging lightly, she just keeps holding his look.
A hand is run quickly back through his bangs as he stares at the floor in confusion. Then looking back up at her.
"You're wrong, Hippolyta. I'm me! I've always been me. Are you-...What are trying to say? You don't want me anymore? Something like that? Fucking shit, Hippolyta, then just say it without all this bullcrap about me not being the person I've always been!"
The rage and the cussing take her completely by surprise, and all the color drains from her face. She sits up quickly, and regrets it. Her stomach flip-flops, and her now-pale face goes an interesting shade of green. One hand covers her mouth, and the other goes to her tummy. After a few jaw-clenching moments, spent breathing deeply through her nose, she sits up again more slowly. A couple of involuntary tears skitter down her cheeks, the kind you get when you're about to barf.
"...No, Ramon. I'm saying that, no matter what happens to you, or who you are, I love you. Yesterday when you were yourself, and today when you're a different kind of yourself. Okay? Gawd, please do not yell at me right now, I feel like I'm gonna ralph."
"I'm not yell-...!" Then he catches himself in the fact that, yes, he is. "I'm not yelling." There, a much more collected, calm tone.
"But...Hippolyta, that makes no sense! I've always been me. Born in Barcelona in 1984, December 13th. My father was Miguel Salazar, a lawyer, and my mother was Isobelita, a schoolteacher. I went to King's College in Madrid. My favorite color is silver and my favorite animal is the German Shepard. My best friends growing up were named Inez Garcia and Amado Soto. I was bitten by a snake when I was five years old, and still have the scar on my calf because of it. I met you in a bar and the first thing I said to you was that you had a pretty smile.
"I'm not under a LOL, Hippolyta! I'm me! I've always been me!"
She's staring up at the ceiling, a bemused and puzzled expression on her face. She's also naked, her hands are also over her stomach.
"It's okay, Ramon. It happens to everybody. We'll try again later."
Ramon Salazar, inhuman lover of great strength and stamina, has just had a preemie.
First time for everything, she supposes.
Heh. She can't help it, she starts chuckling. Of course there would be a downside to this swap. Aside from the fact that they're 'unmarried', she's finding herself liking this version of Ramon. Casual. Laid-back. More modern. More in common with her. Not psychotic, on occasion.
But to balance that out, he's not the king of mattress dancing. Hooray.
She CANNOT and WILL NOT laugh at him. She's forcing those chuckles down, but still smirking a bit.
"It's...stress. Or something. Yeah." He's noticing those stifled chuckles and is currently looking sidelong away from the lady sharing this bed. "Or too much weed. Yes, cutting back really is the right idea."
Ahem. Rambling.
"I'm really sorry. Like you said, we can, uh, try again in a few seconds? I love you?"
He's never going to live this down, he can just feel it. But ah well. He'll live. He always does.
"I love you too. Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I promise. It's just...yeah. I can't even begin to imagine how embarrassing that is. I'm sorry too. Not laughing. Not laughing..."
She makes a perfectly straight face, forcing her lips into something like a frown, but it doesn't last. After a beat, she bursts out laughing again, and rolls to the side, burying her face in the pillow.
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"Hey, sweets." He watches her play for a little bit, observing all the whooshing and flying and paralooping. "Final boss on this game was kind of a joke, don't you think?"
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"Eh. I just hated that cat thing. That cat witch thing was a bitch."
She pauses the game and turns off the television, turning to him. This stranger that she's married to, who doesn't even know he's married. How much DOES he remember? How dumb would it be to pry? Should she just carry on like everything's normal? It certainly would cause a hell of a lot less freaking out on all sides.
Maybe take it slowly? Just, erm. Lead into the nosy questions, make it seem like a normal conversation.
"So, how are you?"
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He, of course, doesn't actually suspect that she's uncomfortable and curious. Ramon seems perfectly happy, drumming his hands on his jean-clad knees.
"Good! Good. What about you? Anything different happen today?"
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"Not much, really. Got that new dishwasher installed in the kitchen. Other than that, it's just an exciting adventure in living in a castle full time."
She scoots in closer, and suddenly realizes with a shock that this is the first casual and happy conversation she's had with him since she revealed her pregnancy. She's missed him. A lot. Even if this is some weird alternate universe version of him, it's still HIM. She's craved his company and conversation this whole time, and now his company and conversation seems to include some of her interests as well. Hips didn't even realize she missed this casual banter until now.
Her hand brushes across that lock of blue, and she smiles.
"Still say this makes you look way too metro."
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She just remains laying on the bed, propped up on her elbows again, not smiling. Not even threatening to crack a smile. She drops back into using her words, since he's obviously freaking out at her use of her parasite.
"I didn't want to tell you. I just thought I'd go along with it until it wore off. But...yeah. I can't do that. It's not fair to you, or to me. So."
Shrugging lightly, she just keeps holding his look.
"Sorry, love."
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A hand is run quickly back through his bangs as he stares at the floor in confusion. Then looking back up at her.
"You're wrong, Hippolyta. I'm me! I've always been me. Are you-...What are trying to say? You don't want me anymore? Something like that? Fucking shit, Hippolyta, then just say it without all this bullcrap about me not being the person I've always been!"
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The rage and the cussing take her completely by surprise, and all the color drains from her face. She sits up quickly, and regrets it. Her stomach flip-flops, and her now-pale face goes an interesting shade of green. One hand covers her mouth, and the other goes to her tummy. After a few jaw-clenching moments, spent breathing deeply through her nose, she sits up again more slowly. A couple of involuntary tears skitter down her cheeks, the kind you get when you're about to barf.
"...No, Ramon. I'm saying that, no matter what happens to you, or who you are, I love you. Yesterday when you were yourself, and today when you're a different kind of yourself. Okay? Gawd, please do not yell at me right now, I feel like I'm gonna ralph."
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"But...Hippolyta, that makes no sense! I've always been me. Born in Barcelona in 1984, December 13th. My father was Miguel Salazar, a lawyer, and my mother was Isobelita, a schoolteacher. I went to King's College in Madrid. My favorite color is silver and my favorite animal is the German Shepard. My best friends growing up were named Inez Garcia and Amado Soto. I was bitten by a snake when I was five years old, and still have the scar on my calf because of it. I met you in a bar and the first thing I said to you was that you had a pretty smile.
"I'm not under a LOL, Hippolyta! I'm me! I've always been me!"
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And perhaps as further testament to that, and to the fact Ramon isn't entirely himself right now...
"...No, I mean it, I'm really sorry."
Lying next to her, clothing strewn about, hands clasped over his bare stomach, and an anxious, embarrassed look on his face.
"That...doesn't happen every time. You know that."
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"It's okay, Ramon. It happens to everybody. We'll try again later."
Ramon Salazar, inhuman lover of great strength and stamina, has just had a preemie.
First time for everything, she supposes.
Heh. She can't help it, she starts chuckling. Of course there would be a downside to this swap. Aside from the fact that they're 'unmarried', she's finding herself liking this version of Ramon. Casual. Laid-back. More modern. More in common with her. Not psychotic, on occasion.
But to balance that out, he's not the king of mattress dancing. Hooray.
She CANNOT and WILL NOT laugh at him. She's forcing those chuckles down, but still smirking a bit.
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Ahem. Rambling.
"I'm really sorry. Like you said, we can, uh, try again in a few seconds? I love you?"
He's never going to live this down, he can just feel it. But ah well. He'll live. He always does.
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She makes a perfectly straight face, forcing her lips into something like a frown, but it doesn't last. After a beat, she bursts out laughing again, and rolls to the side, burying her face in the pillow.
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