IC Contact

[foolishwren]

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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or Godzilla ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something. I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
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[exeggutorhead]

[There's one hell of a grimace at the memory of all that drama. He can't say he minds her bringing up the question of what if this doesn't work out, because she's right that it might NOT. It says a lot that he doesn't even consider that even if it didn't that they wouldn't be friends anymore.]

Everyone was miserable. For months.

Maybe it WOULD be easier if we just...didn't tell anyone. Just for now, until we know it'll work.

Then if it doesn't, we can just go back to how things were and nobody will act weird about it.

[ELABORATE SECRETS: ALWAYS THE ANSWER.]

[foolishwren]

Literally!

<sub>[And they're thinking the same thing, by and large. Heather isn't so much worried that they'll hurt each other, or somehow destroy their friendship. Not right now. They've already know each others' closets are full of skeletons and they've had their confrontations.]

[But GOOD FUCKING GOD does she not want a shitstorm to erupt around them like the one they'd all kicked up over Lust's 'breakup'.]</sub>

You're-- you know, I think you're right.

Like a-- a test run.

[exeggutorhead]

Yeah--yeah, exactly. A secret test run.

[A shitstorm is the LAST thing he wants to happen, especially since they'd probably be fine themselves. Mostly. Not enough to warrant everyone around them throwing more of a fit than they'd be.]

[...besides, now that he's thinking about it.]

And...y'know, it might be fun, trying to keep everyone from finding out. We're sneaky enough to pull it off.

[foolishwren]

... Heheh, yeah. It sounds fun.

<sub>[A little nerve-wracking, maybe.]

[But what's the risk, really? Somehow the possibility of someone figuring out they're together and... what, being briefly weirded out? Seems far less undesirable than telling everyone up-front and then having to self-consciously measure every action with each other for fear of messing up and inevitably having to let them all know about that, too.]

[Her signature crooked grin pops across her face and she reaches over to dramatically stroke Envy's cheek.]</sub>

A forbidden love.

[exeggutorhead]

[He lets out an amused snort and then his expression goes Very Super Serious as he moves his hands to dramatically hold her shoulders.]

No one must discover us.

[His eyes are lit up and mouth quirked with held-back laughter. Yeah, this could both make things easier and be fun. A little more tricky, in ways, but...probably worth it. On impulse, he moves one hand up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. It's just as goofily dramatic as his other motion, but also he just kind of wanted to.]

[foolishwren]

I promise I'll do everything I can to keep our clandestine affair from the eyes of the public.

_{[She's not nearly as good at holding back laughter as he is, and she cracks pretty much as soon as she looks him in the eye. The stroke on his cheek turns into a playful pinch as she laughs.]}

I can't believe we're actually doing this.

[exeggutorhead]

Ow--ow, hey!

[He tries to shake his head lightly away from the pinch, but he's chuckling some himself. What can he say, it's contagious.]

It's...gonna take some getting used to. But you said it yourself, we'll be okay, right?

And besides, we are masters of stealth. This is clearly appropriate for the two of us.

[He can't really do a dumb pose while they're lying down and under the covers, but it's there in spirit.]

[foolishwren]

_{[Between the reminder of her words last night and his implied dumb pose, her smile softens a little bit and she lets go of his cheek, turning her hand to give it an ACTUAL, genuine stroke.]}

Yeah, we'll be all right no matter what.

_{[She'd make sure of THAT.]}

[exeggutorhead]

[He's a little caught off guard by the real stroke, and it makes his eyes widen. It really is going to take getting used to, especially when the small affectionate things like that aren't being made into a joke. But it's not bad, and after a second he leans his head into it, his own grin softening.]

Yeah.

[He hesitates, then leans in closer to kiss her, more confident by the time he gets there. It's not quite pressing, but he doesn't pull away either, putting his own hand up to her cheek.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[At least there's a precedent for it. You don't get to be friends with Heather Mason for long without starting to get random little bits of affectionate physical contact thrown their way, both joking and genuine.]

[But this is more intimate, by default.]

[And just doing it makes her a little nervous-- as does returning the kiss. But it's nice. It's real nice. God, is it nice.]

[Eyes sliding shut, she lets this one linger longer than the chaste few they'd shared last night. Even if it's still tentative, it's lazy and warm, just like they are right now.]</sub>