on happiness. mostly.

[hexappeal]

So. I'm digging my own grave. The more I try to climb out of this hole, the deeper I fall into it. I really can't handle another emotionally handicapped idiot for a significant other and let's face it, puppeteer of mine! James? Pretty much the very definition of that. I'm not always the most mature person, but it took magic to make him honest.

Twice.

Let me remind you that both times I had to initiate the conversations. I know that a place where I don't belong and can't even remember when I'm not there isn't ideal to start a relationship, but it's been nearly two years and I'm about to hit the big four-oh. I have to start thinking about my happiness, since you're obviously taking your sweet time with it.

Speaking of my happiness, you could probably stand to try a little harder to find a medium-sized game that allows AUs. Lazily posting to that one place at the last minute isn't exactly putting an effort forth, lazy bones.

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[hexappeal]

That's what I'm saying! Stupid choices! I keep making them.

No, I. Uh. It's the idiot typing for me. All she has to do is put forth some effort into finding a small game that will allow AUs and... I'm just really, really ready to fall face-first into ten pints of ice cream, if you get my drift. I didn't mean to get snippy. Not with you.

[hypersonic]

The great thing about choices is that the bad ones can occasionally be remedied with good ones. And, yeah, maybe a little strangling would do you both some good.

It's okay. It's in my nature to solve things, I can be a little pushy some times.

[hexappeal]

He suggested we try an open relationship. Which I'm not sure is the best idea, considering that it's... us. And he's as petty a jerk as I am.

Sometimes I need a push. I'd rather be called out on it than sit around feeling sorry for myself -- well, depending on the day.

[hypersonic]

I'm sure his intentions were honorable. [He's really not that sure...]

I'll keep that in mind. And have your OkCupid profile ready to go live at a moment's notice.

[hexappeal]

It's very kind of you to try to reassure me, but I think we both know that wasn't the case. Not with him, anyway.

I don't even know what that is and I'm not sure I'm comfortable finding out.

[hypersonic]

You make it sound like you've been in this situation before.

How 'bout the upside of two million mostly eligible bachelors, some of whom statistically speaking must have complementary tastes and interests to share with a gorgeous and discerning raven-haired gal like yourself?

[hexappeal]

And you make it sound like I don't overwhelmingly have bad taste in men. There are a few exceptions -- [You know, like... you. Pretty much.] -- but mostly, I will go out with the first jerk who flirts with me.

When you say it like that, I almost have hope for finding someone else to torture with old movies who won't mind me going out in public in a snuggie.

[hypersonic]

Most of them had their hearts in the right place. It's not like you're writing to Death Row.

Trust me, those guys are more common than you think.

[hexappeal]

I let them get to me. Instead of dealing with what I know won't work out, I let it eat away at me. I don't necessarily think that I can change them or that they will change, either. I just make bad decisions.

A metahuman. Ideally, someone who uses magic. That cuts that list way down. If we're working on a wishlist, someone who isn't an alcoholic or an eternal manchild would be nice, too.

[hypersonic]

Nobody's perfect, everybody makes bad decisions. We have to make our peace with that or we're just doomed to repeat them. That's something you can work on, even if it just by increments. You could start by expecting better of the people who're lucky enough to be in your life. You want James Bond to be honest with you, he's got to know he won't get away with less.

I could probably get you Abra Kadabra's number, but then I'd have to eat my words about the whole Death Row thing...

[hexappeal]

I've made myself very clear.

But then I drank for several hours, made an ass out of myself, drank more, then turned all the men in the City into gentlemen. For a moment, I had thought I got through to him. Once this settles down, I'm going to try talking to him and see where it goes from there.

I'm afraid I'd have to pass. I'd rather be called picky than stupid.

[hypersonic]

That's certainly a step in, uh, a direction... [None of this would ever happen if she was a scientist.]

A.K.'s not that much of a hazard, actually. He tends to foil his own misadventures so he's gotten to be pretty low maintenance.

[hexappeal]

Well, I'm going to go home and not remember any of it, anyway. I have taken that into consideration. [It totally would and you know it.]

All the words you used in that sentence make him less and less appealing. Plus, he looks like Tannarak. I'm not saying that I'm so petty that I focus on looks but... I sort of do.

[hypersonic]

Potentially, sure. [Watch him demonstrate how science and logical thought processes are not just fascinating and sexy but also make you a better person:] But clearly in certain states we remember our time in the City, or we wouldn't be having this conversation. A lot remains that even the Luthors of the world don't know about cross-dimensional travel yet so I wouldn't bank on simply forgetting your mistakes as a matter of certainty.

At least, I don't think it's a good idea to hang the crux of your decisions on it.

It certainly seems to be a common look amongst mages. You can always tell an evil warlock by the way he wears his goatee.

[hexappeal]

[You say that like magic doesn't have... wait, yeah, it doesn't have logic in the DCU. Except when they're reminding you of the rules. Whatever.] Fine, fine. Point made. I just can't will away the... thing he and I have. [Because, let's face it. She should.]

Facial hair must be kept neatly trimmed, otherwise you know they bat for the other team. I'm sure that's a written law for magicians, somewhere. It's obviously not the same law for archers, however.

[hypersonic]

[What, magic is basically made up? You do suprise me...] Then you beat some sense into him. Ideally with some kind of novelty weapon like a razor-rimmed hat or a set of metal dentures.

Or butlers.

[hexappeal]

[Chupacabras are still probably real, though.] I'll see where it goes, but he does have enhanced endurance. I can be a little rough with him.

Just magic users, really.

So, how've you been? You know, with being unmade and all.

[hypersonic]

[It sounds like you have a valid reason to think that way. Do tell.] He is James Bond. Even if he didn't have powers he'd contrive a way to live through it.

I feel like somebody cute and charming already came to that conclusion.

Cogito ergo sum. Takes more than an altered timeline to stop the Flash. Wish I could say the same for my marriage...

[hexappeal]

[I can't. You'll just get angry with me again.] I like that you're giving me the go-ahead to be a jerk. I need more friends like you.

Oh? Please go on.

It'll work out eventually. The people involved with you really respect and love you. I... can't exactly say the same for me. Could be worse, though, I guess. I could be fourteen and all over a Robin or something. [OH WAIT.]

[hypersonic]

[Look at you, judging me. ] Well, as far as I'm concerned he started it.

But that's all anyone knows about this masked stranger.

Age difference aside, you could do a heckuva lot worse than Dick Grayson. [Forever One True Robin in his mind. :(]

[hexappeal]

[It's unavoidable.] Of course he did. He always starts it.

I'm disappointed.

[Clawing her face without... the claw part... so I guess just putting pressure on her fingertips while running her hands down her face... whatever...] I hate everything.

[hypersonic]

[:|] Of course. You've never instigated anything.

That's the thing about enigmas. They never live up to the hype.

[I think they call that a 'facepalm'.] He's an upstanding young man. I could get his digits for you. [c:]

[hexappeal]

[c:] Never, ever.

I suppose so. I guess I should have never asked.

[No, never.] I think I'll stick with James.

[hypersonic]

Your call. Just keep in mind what I said about Bond movies.

[hexappeal]

I've known him for two years, it's on my mind. Promise.