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[beathach]

Who: The Blameless crew & visitors!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: The Blameless
When: August

[it's a mingle! go forth, blameless and friends]

Comments

[axiomed]

[ He meets her gaze, steady. ]

I do trust her. But I also know that trust is difficult for her.

[athru]

She's not the only one.

[ Raven breathes out, moving back. ]

It would be... Interesting, but. Do I really need it?

[axiomed]

No. I don't think you need it.

[ He softens a little. ] But perhaps she needs you.

[athru]

[ That makes her turn back, and she frowns, obviously confused. ]

I really don't think she needs me.

[axiomed]

I wonder.

[ He knows, to some degree, that Mystique is jealous of Raven. And a part of her wants to protect Raven as well. ]

I benefited greatly from talking to my future self. And while Mystique is not your future, I think she wants the best. In her own way.

[athru]

Your future self?

[ Raven frowns, tilting her head up to look at him properly. ]

No, she's not my future. I'm not - we're not going to be the same person. I don't think I want to be like her, because I know what I'd have to lose to do it.

[axiomed]

[ He nods. ]

She's not your future. Not even close. But I don't think it would hurt to know her.

[athru]

[ Hesitantly, she nods her head. ]

Fine. But when a strange version of you from another world turns up, you have to do the same thing.

[axiomed]

That is only fair.

[athru]

[ She huffs a sigh. ]

I'll take her up on her offer, then.

[axiomed]

All right.

[athru]

Which means you have to be prepared for me coming to find you to give you a full report when we're done.

[axiomed]

[ He grins. ]

I'll be expecting it.

[athru]

You're going to get so bored.

[axiomed]

I highly doubt that.

[athru]

Oh, right, I forgot. Old fart.

[ She shakes her head, fighting her grin. ]

[axiomed]

I think I'm past the stage of letting that insult get to me.

[athru]

I'm going to have to get a new one.

[ But then she frowns. ]

It's not an insult, anyway. It was always teasing.

[axiomed]

[ His fingers brush against her neck gently, butterfly-light. ]

I know, Raven.

[athru]

[ Softening, she smiles, leaning into the touch. ]

I'm going to have to get inventive.

[axiomed]

You'll think of something.

[athru]

[ Leaning up, she kisses his forehead gently. ]

I'm so lucky you tolerate me.

[axiomed]

I'm quite sure I'm the lucky one.

[athru]

And I'm not going to argue with you.

[axiomed]

You just don't want to admit I'm winning.