nevermore_logs | (no subject)

Who: Victor and Kat
What: Everything is a bit suck at the moment
When: Tuesday
Where: Victor's Place
Warnings: TBD

If honest with herself, Kat was starting to think of Victor's place as 'home'. A safe place, where everything bad could be shut out and she didn't have to think. She kept it to herself for now though. When he picked her up she'd just smiled and climbed into the car. She'd been quiet most of the ride, staring out at the city and hating how utterly normal it looked.

Somewhere out there something so evil had a friend of hers in it's claws, and people were still busy yelling at traffic. It felt horribly unfair. She wanted to yell at them, but didn't. Instead she played with a bracelet on her wrist and was quiet. When they arrived she walked into his home and put up her coat. It all felt mechanical. She wondered if any of it mattered.

She found herself on the couch with the desire to cry, but didn't. She'd cried more then enough over the past few days. Between the nightmares and that, she just felt tired. "I really want to run away." She finally gave. She toyed her fingers over her jeans. "And it feels like it wouldn't matter. Like nothing matters."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

She gave another laugh to that, "I can't decide if this is adorable or ridiculous. I'm going to go with both." She grinned and set her hand on his knee. "Thank you for showing me."

"I have my high school photo here somewhere, tucked away it-" He muttered as he flipped about in the book and then he came to it. "There it is (http://www.celebyearbookphotos.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan.jpeg)," he said, amused. "My hair...the horror."

That only made her laugh again and she shook her head. "Tie's. Really. For high school pictures? I'll leave everything else alone but oh honey." Chuckling she patted his arm.

"I was trying to look fancy!" he protested with a laugh. "Can a fedora make this better?" he asked as he turned to the next photo (http://media-cache-ec4.pinterest.com/192x/83/7f/a7/837fa7d5f69a637ff62019726f08b5d1.jpg). "This was after starting at the academy. I was being suave."

"Oh God. No. No it doesn't make it any better. More hilarious, certainly. And who ever told you fedora's were suave?" She smirked at him, "because they lied."

"The 90s told me," he laughed and then he turned to plant a kiss on her forehead. "It's a good thing I don't try to be suave any more, because I'd be setting myself up for failure."

She chuckled, "well they told a lot of lies. And you're plenty suave and cool. Mind you this is a girl whose interest is computers telling you so take it with a grain of salt." She went to take his hand then, "I am feeling better though."

He lifted her hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss on it. "Your opinion is the only one I care about anyway. I'm glad you're feeling better. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

She shook her head and laced her fingers with her, "no because you're being wonderful beyond anything I could want. But what about you. What can I do for you?"

"I just didn't want to sleep alone tonight," he admitted. "So you already gave me what I wanted when you asked to stay. I probably would have begged eventually," he said with a chuckle. "Having you here with me is all I really want."

She set her hand on his cheek and gave him a long kiss. "sometimes you're too adorable and I don't know what to do with you. But that I can do. Easily." She didn't want to touch the sore wound and knew other things to discuss. "How long do you want to stay in Greece for?"

"I'm not even trying to be adorable," he said, looking pleased with himself. "And that's up to you, really. We could go for a few weeks or the whole summer. Whatever you like. I was thinking though, that after you finish finals, maybe we could adopt a dog. And if we do, maybe just a few weeks is better."

Laughing she shook her head, "I know. When you do try my only reaction is to kiss you." She smiled to the thought of a dog, "I would like that. I do love puppies. A few weeks is fine then, and I know you have your classes in August and my finals end on the seventeenth. So what about the middle of June until my birthday? It'd be like three weeks."

"That sounds perfect to me," he said, leaning in to kiss her. "I'm looking forward to it. I'll look into accommodation as well. Do you prefer smaller towns? We could find a little beachfront place somewhere."

She smiled to the kiss, "oh yes small towns. Here, you find something and I'll call them. I'm sure they'd enjoy having their own language spoken to them. But a beach sounds amazing. I'll probably never leave."

"Teamwork!" he said cheerfully. "So if it's beachfront I guess this means you'll see me in my leopard-print speedo." And then he cracked up over his own joke.

She laughed to that, "I love you and I think you look amazing in just about anything, but please no. I will not know you if you choose to do that. Or," she smirked, "I will find a leopard printed bikini and we can just clash horribly with every sensible fashion choice ever made. One or the other."

"Oh god," he laughed more. "I assure you, I don't have a leopard-printed anything. Or even a speedo. I just like seeing your face do that 'you are entirely ridiculous' look."

"It is a look I probably have a lot, granted, I get the same. I figure it's why we work. But thank you for that. I'll have to dig up my things though. Or buy new ones because I don't think I've bought any swimwear in ages." She hadn't had much opportunity to use it before now.

"We could always do pre-trip shopping," he suggested. "My trunks might be too big for me now anyway. I'd have to dig them out to see."

"Ohhh," she grinned to that, a bit mischievously, "I am all for that one. Especially if they are too big. But shopping sounds good. Any time after the 17th is awesome for me."

"Are you all for that because they're likely to just fall off?" he asked with a laugh.

Grinning she nodded, "yup. I am vain and so very shallow. But at least I admit it."

"I'd protest, but I love it," he smiled fondly at her.

Still smiling she set her head against his shoulder, "for which I am thankful."