We're Strange Allies With Warring Hearts

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[A year.]

[Gray Fox had been in a relationship for an entire year. The thought was almost depressing. He'd been involved with Elisa for a year but how much time did he honestly spend with her? The existence of Ursula immediately cut that time in half, coupled with the long stretches of time he'd gone with barely speaking to the young woman, the end result was not the most desirable. This, however, wasn't the only thought that plagued his mind.]

[Another Naomi had found herself in the Nexus. One from a time Fox didn't want to fathom; a version of his sister that had come here after facing her own death. She appeared no older than any other Naomi he'd encountered in his time here - to think that every one of them may have been suffering in silence, to think he couldn't be there in her time to care for her as he'd done when she was a child.]

[It was almost too much for him.]

[Tonight, however, was about Elisa. He'd asked the girl to meet him here at this restaurant tonight. He had to swallow his feelings and push these thoughts to the back of his mind. He'd canceled engagements with Elisa all too frequently; their anniversary dinner was something he knew he couldn't put off. Clad in his dark green suit, he idly paces at the entrance, glancing out down the hallway now and then as he awaits her arrival.]

(ooc: for [Bad username or site: elisula title=Elisa @ livejournal.com])

Comments

[elisula.livejournal.com]

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Do you think he's... still upset with me about it?

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

With you? No.

No, he doesn't function like that. You are not the one impeding his perfection.

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[She sighs, only a bit relieved]

So... how'd you get over that... need he has; to be perfect, and the best at everything? When'd you learn to stop putting so much pressure on yourself?

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[...All Fox can really do is stare at her, unable to really formulate a response.]

[elisula.livejournal.com]

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Oh. [So he never stopped trying to be perfect after all... Elisa clears her throat] Well then, I guess a better question is- How did you learn to deal with failure without beating yourself up over it?

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

It took many years, Elisa. I really can't explain it... It's something he'll need to discover on his own.

[That being the fact Fox does everything in his power to avoid failure. He really has never stopped.]

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[Elisa sighs]

...I understand. I just wish there was a way for me to help him... I hate seeing Null getting so upset over not reaching such an impossible goal as 'perfection'.

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

Who can say? One can never be certain as to what the Nexus will bring.

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[...But NO ONE can be truly perfect; no matter the circumstance. "Perfect soldier" was merely a codename for the ultimate combatant. There was a point where Elisa assumed him to be damn-near undefeatable; but she had certainly healed enough of his injuries to know that he was still human.]

[Elisa shakes her head] Well... back to the earlier question;

How about you? What other names would you consider for your hypothetical little boy or girl? ...Other than John or Jack, I mean.

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

As I've said, I haven't thought very deeply about such things. I would suppose Eve is a name I'd consider, should I have a girl.

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[ORIGINAL, FOX.] ...Well that is a nice name.

Y'know... [Elisa snuggles a bit closer to Fox; feeling very relaxed due to his warmth, the alcohol in her system, and her full stomach.] I think... you'd make a great father.

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[He knows he wouldn't. He scarcely passes as a decent brother, let alone boyfriend.]

...Did you want a drink of anything more?

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[Elisa considers the question]

I guess I could try some of that rum..?

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[He uncaps the bottle and hands it to her.]

Take but a small sip. It's strong.

[elisula.livejournal.com]

Alright. [Elisa takes the bottle from him and takes a quick, small gulp-

[elisula.livejournal.com]

**HACK** [-And immediately goes into a brief coughing fit. She turned her head as she did her best to avoid coughing on Fox.]

G- God...! [Swallowing hard as her throat burns] How... how do you even get used to something like that!?

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[Fox takes the bottle back and swigs another mouthful from it. If she's at least attempting to drink it, he feels he's permitted another bit more.]

[...Even if the impending hangover is going to be be terrible.]

Years of practice and a disregard for your liver.

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[The burning in her throat eventually subsides.] I think I like my liver just fine...

And that taste is... [She just grimaces]

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[Fox caps the bottle again, knowing he's had more than enough tonight. He shifts on the cot, leaning over Elisa to slip the alcohol back beneath the bed. He stays on top of her for a moment, closing his eyes as he takes in the feeling of her beneath his own body and the warmth she provides.]

...We've both probably had enough to drink tonight.

[elisula.livejournal.com]

Y-yeah...

[He's probably right- Her face feels warm and she's a bit light-headed... or is that just because Fox is laying on top of her now? Perhaps a combination of both. She likes it, though, and slowly brings her hand around to touch the man's back in a light, half-embrace for a moment] I think I'm pretty content now.

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[He makes no effort to really move off of her, save for lifting himself just enough to avoid crushing her beneath his larger frame.]

Am I too heavy?

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head lightly] ...I like feeling your weight on me.

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

Hn... Good.

I just might lay here a while.

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[Her hand begins to idly rub the man's back in a soothing manner; all the while feeling herself sink into a drowsy state because of her relaxation.]

That's fine with me.