goodbye season two of a good show - hello new muse

[afieldsmedal]

Okay, I literally just got Peter out of my head, so I don't need you or anyone else trying to prod around up there.

Now... stop!

Preferably while you're ahead. Because you might think you're pretty witty, but I'm still smarter than you, which is going to make it pretty difficult to 'write me' or - whatever, make me a part of your lame hobby - and if you're going to keep making fun of me in your head you should know I can hear you.

I'm in here too.

[ bleh bleh of the 'now pay me the proper attention a lady of my caliber deserves bleh' variety. ]

Okay? Okay.

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[sassiopath]

I'm sorry. What part of noting your brilliance wasn... Oh right. I'm only supposed to notice the beautiful face and the sexy body poured into thousand dollar clothes, right? Isn't that how you lock yourself away from the world, hiding how truly talented you are?

[afieldsmedal]

I'm not hiding anything. [ Though as airy, assured and dismissive as she says it, there's a certain resounding hollowness in the words. ]

[sassiopath]

Really? That's so good to know. I can't wait to talk to Jackson and so many others about what a bright mind you have. Now that you're letting them see that.

[Oh but he did love pushing buttons.]

[afieldsmedal]

[ Pushing? Or mashing with all that supernatural strength acutely focused on causing internal conflict and pain and mental anguish? ]

Leave Jackson alone.

[sassiopath]

[All the same to someone like Peter. Lines? Limits? These are not words he is really familiar with.]

Why? He's more ours than yours, don't you think? Well maybe fifty fifty.

How is talking to him about how wonderful you are harming him? What? Would it bruise his delicate ego to know he's crippled mentally next to you?

[afieldsmedal]

[ All signs point to the fact that talking with Peter is plenty harmful, and perhaps physically crippling as well in the long run. ]

He's - plenty talented in his own way.

[sassiopath]

[That is not something Peter, or anyone that has ever met him, could deny.]

Oh, I'm certain he is. Murdering people. Playing lacrosse.

How did that ever become a sport? Does this school not have basketball anymore? Football?

[afieldsmedal]

I think they're more clubs than they are teams now. Lacrosse is better. [ Or rather people are better at lacrosse. Most schools tend to focus more money on the team that wins things than the ones that don't. ]

[sassiopath]

Well at least they aren't trying to call things like chess a sport.

Lacrosse is lame. You only defend it because Jackson. What? Was the quarterback of the football team gay?

[afieldsmedal]

Or I just don't like football players.

[sassiopath]

Too smart for you?

[afieldsmedal]

Have you ever met a smart football player?

[sassiopath]

I played basketball so I'm not sure I can speak for them.

[afieldsmedal]

Well, there aren't many. So I think I'll stick with lacrosse players.

[sassiopath]

Despite the fact you can't be yourself. All for him?

[afieldsmedal]

I love him. [ Which is true enough, despite a few road bumps like killing people, being a vengeful lizard man and trying to creep on Allison. Either way she does not like these insinuations. ]

But anyway, if I didn't want to do something for him, I wouldn't.

[sassiopath]

That I don't deny. Not in the least. [It was one of the few things explaining why she did what she did.]

What I don't understand is why you're giving so much of yourself for so little in return.

[afieldsmedal]

I get plenty in return from him. [ Plenty heartache, plenty headache... But plenty other thing too; little things, like keys. ]

[sassiopath]

I'm sure you do. Certain of it. Why you accepted that bloom, I'm sure.

[afieldsmedal]

...We weren't speaking at the time.

[sassiopath]

So you were using me against him? If only in your mind? Tsk tsk.

[afieldsmedal]

I don't think you have any right to preach about using people.

[sassiopath]

Actually I'm nearly impressed. If you continued so, then I would be truly impressed.

[afieldsmedal]

That wouldn't have happened.

[sassiopath]

Do you know how much I offered you then? How much it took to present my youthful self and not what they had done to me? All for you?