On Being New & Busy & Having Not Played Arkham Origins Yet

[arkhamscoldest]

Why have you brought me to another place like this? My work is vital, I cannot waste time playing in your foolish games, I am no meager clown or coin tossing deviant or slurry feline to be toyed with. Nora needs my help, and I find it unlikely that anywhere on here will be able to assist in that responsibility.

When you finally play this experience of the Batman's earlier misgivings in the time of festivities, do not expect me to be there. The season is pleasant only for the biting cold beyond your warm houses and shelters of corruption. Arkham cannot hold such a gifted mind like mine, what makes you assume either Gotham or this realm will do the same?

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I don't mind either way. :)

[arkhamscoldest]

[Despite the coldness of the place there is a sort of beauty to it if you look in the right way. Victor is quite scientifically minded, yet if Nora would glance in certain places she might see ice sculptures modeled after her. When he moves towards her it is a little unsteady but he manages. The warmth of her hand on his cheek is comforting, the kind of heat she produces not too unsettling to his skin.]

So long as I remain in the warehourse complex I should remain constant, but yes, there is some discomfort. I... I am concerned whether consistant bodily contact with my natural flesh might lower your own body temperature to uncomfortable levels. Even if holding you like this is... pleasant... to me.

Fine. We'll do it in my journal then.

[warmhandtohold]

[She slowly withdraws her hand from his cheek when she mentions discomfort, and looks away, feeling intensely worried. Did she hurt him too badly?....When he mentions his concerns about her, she looks up at him and shakes her head.]

I'll be fine. Did...Did I hurt you too much?

Awesome, give me a nudge when it's up in case I miss it.

[arkhamscoldest]

No, I am fine. Since the accident extreme warmth has become painful but your natural body heat is not excessively so. [Hesitantly he places his hands on her waist and carefully and a little awkwardly, as if remembering how to swim after so long, leans in to kiss her lips.]

[arkhamscoldest]

[The moment that they kiss deeply, Victor feels an internal wave of emotions from within, memories of kinder, happier days with he and Nora. A trail of happy tears move down his cold face and his hands slide up her warm, beautifully curved body. For these few moments there is no armour, no accident, no chilled warehouse, no Batman and no other woman in a frozen tank. Only a man and his wife, still very much in love.]

Oh... Nora. I have missed you.

[arkhamscoldest]

[If Victor's hands are cold, he knows that Nora doesn't mind. He's been waiting for this day for many years and whilst his analytical side is telling him that this isn't technically his Nora and he still has much to do, his emotional side really doesn't care, at least not now. Her contented sighs and body close against his is stirring back feelings long guarded and personal. He breaths after a moment too, still holding her carefully.]

Good. I have been waiting for this day a long time. Will you stay with me this evening, Nora?

[arkhamscoldest]

[Of all of Victor it is the eyes which burn brightest, and he relishes the closeness of his wife up against him, here in his private sactionary. Any discomfort of being outside of his armour is presently easily ignored. At her words there is the slightest of blushes on his white cheek, and he finds words for the first time in years hard to come by.]

I... I love you too. And I... I enjoy making you happy, Nora. I have... have to admit that I shall be a little inexperienced in such things. Since the accident I... have had no one else to... to love, save you.

I realise that I cannot forget about the other Nora but... for now and forever, I wish to be with you. So long as your own Victor's fate is uncertain. [He wonders whether the wishing that he does not resurface is one of several emotive states.]

[arkhamscoldest]

[This is all so much like a dream to Victor, after so long it seems so very unreal but certainly not unwanted as she holds him closer.]

Good, we can... experience things together, at a suitable pace. Whatever happens.

[arkhamscoldest]

[Victor hopes that Nora is comfortable - with his condition, the cool skin, everything. Of course she was always so very fond of winter before the accident, he assumes that to her the feelings might be rather pleasant. Once she stares back at him he does the same, aware of her beautiful eyes on his own.]

Well I... I am... uncertain. For waiting so long for this moment I realise I have never truly considered what I might do when it transpired. What... would you wish to do, Nora?

[arkhamscoldest]

[Despite his lack of emotion Victor was able to show it best with Nora. She is smart and beautiful and interesting and his desire to see her restored has fuelled him. Whilst this not being his Nora is unusual, the lack of her own does at least gives him a reason to want to make her be as content as he.]

...it has been a long time since I have done so, but... yes, I would like that. Though I do not have any music of my own... unless... [He glances at the work bench, bending down amid the ordered notes and papers to a small box which when opened reveals a dancer with a jingle of notes. Nora gave Victor this figure to remind him of her years ago, and he has treasured it for years.]

[arkhamscoldest]

[Any means of rembembering Nora he has liked to keep close, and the music box has been one such thing. With care Victor takes her soft hand in his own and awkwardly adopts a dancing postion, his other hand trailed around her back as he slowly starts to amble to the music, picking up confidence after a few moments.]

Should probably try to find some out of armour avies for Victor...

[arkhamscoldest]

[With some difficulty Victor begins to move to the music, almost enjoying the feel of his wife's fingers coupled with his own. Her smile cannot be quite echoed by himself yet inwardly he feel content to see her enjoying herself as they dance to the melody for some minutes, her form coupled up against his own. Out of the armour he feels equal to her, and his scientifically side relishes the chance to together solve the issues surrounding the other Nora condition. It might be virtually impossible, but he feels like it can be achieved.]

15 if you want a free account, so I'll just delete 2 I don't tend to use or such.

[arkhamscoldest]

[Victor's response as she kisses him is tender as a hand comes up to brush through her hair once she rests against his shoulder. He slows a little at her question.]

I... I feel... yes, I think this is what it feels to be happy. I don't wish to lose you again, Nora. Please help me to ensure that.