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✱ ONE NIGHT ONLY! TAKING THE STAGE IS . . .
#daemondaes. an artist, a doctor, a thief, an alien, an actress, and a wizard walk into a bar. fandom-flexible verses with a focus on ORIGINAL LORE.
viewer discretion advised. written by che, age 32, she/they. est. 7 may 2016.
— THE WORD OF THE DAY IS CHAOS.
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his smile falters just a little as she actually takes his cereal bowl away from him . he supposes that he's not in the best head space to argue with her . five then closes his eyes && tilts his head backwards , taking a deep inhale . trying to steady himself from the world going topsy turvy && spinning violently . after a moment , he allows himself to just sit in the dark && looks over towards meg . on his mouth teeters an apology but he swallows it as she rhetorically asks what she's going to do with him . a response hangs in the air , the sarcastic piece of shit answer that he normally would give && the one where he most sincerely wanted her to do .
he wanted her to get angry with him , tell him he was a piece of shit && maybe even smack him . tell him that he was seven shades of shit && that he didn't deserve ...
she wouldn't though . he knew that . even in this state he knew that she would be almost understanding .
when she ruffles his hair , it brings five back into the moment && pulls him up to his feet . he staggers a little , still very unsteady on his feet , but holds onto her arm as he shuffles over towards the sink && spits up a little . grimacing , he presses his hand against his face , && drags it down his features . ❝ bars closed . ❞ he repeats . ❝ sorry . i'm sorry . ❞
She doesn't mind when he uses her as a crutch. He needs her. She can't deny a wretch in his time of need. When he retches and begins to spit up, however, she ends up sympathy gagging. "Don't be sorry, just cut that shit out," she whines. "The sink isn't made for that." As if the plumbing is the only issue at hand. "If you're going to blow, I'm taking you to the toilet. Hold still and shut your mouth."
With an odd, practiced ease, she maneuvers over to the sink herself, then soaps up her hands. She takes his hand between her own to transfer the suds, then washes the soap from hers alone. To dry them off, she rubs them against his, in order to clean the mess away, and brushes the residual dampness across his mouth. It's the best way she can think of to reduce unnecessary movement on his part. "Are you good? I don't mind taking you to the bathroom—just try not to throw up on me in the process."
She brushes his hair back from his face and studies his expression carefully. This is a side to Five she's unused to. She wants to ask what led to this, but knows she probably won't like the answer. A binge this bad assuredly did not begin from a place of celebration. Something must have gone wrong, whether outside or inside himself.
"You should probably sit down, Sea Legs." She looks back to the chair he missed and the infernal cereal. "I'll sit with you. I'm not going anywhere."
❝ honestly ? ❞ five says . ❝ not a clue . ❞ he is honest about that , he has literally no idea what happens next . he has some thoughts - but decides that he's not going to voice them . he dips his head , still smiling && there is a moment of silence between them . they're kids . despite the fact that five already lived a life , he's not that man anymore . memories are fading fast , just the feeling left in his bones . faded impressions in his cells . nothing more . he's just as clueless .
head dips then he shakes his head , just as meg wraps her legs around his waist , holding him close to her . her comment that they were in a screwball comedy , much like katharine hepburn && cary grant . five lifts a brow then laughs just a little at the thought . he isn't exactly the leading man that she thought he might be , but he appreciates the effort .
the tips of her fingers trace his cheeks && five closes his eyes , relishing the touch . he just let's himself have it . it's small , almost impossibly so , but it somehow helps five feel connected , like he isn't floating in the ether . she's an anchor for him more than she actually realizes . bringing him back might have made him feel unworthy of being alive , but here now ? maybe it's worth it . he knows his mind is damaged , && he doesn't think for a moment that he deserves her , that he is allowed this . he knows he's just wrapped in the moment && no matter how much he wants her - he knows maybe it's not meant to be .
fuck . he can't turn his brain of for one fuckin' minute can he ?
what next ?
they can't stay here all day , that would be impractical , && god forbid if the housekeepers walked in on them like this ? it was already dubious as to why a teenager was staying in a motel , doubly so with it being two . even though most hotels didn't care , it wasn't something he was keen to draw attention to .
he relishes each kiss as they pepper his face . lips , forehead , jaw - anything she can get to . lastly lifting up to nibble playfully at his ear .
what happens now ?
five looks at her then sits back , still with her legs pinned around his waist . he balances her a little on his lap , hand holding her side to keep her close && supported . ❝ i don't know . ❞ he admits . a difficult thing for him to say , given that he apparently knows everything . ❝ but i think we should probably get off the floor . don't want to ruin your dress . ❞ he pulls himself up , && the loss of her in his arms feels immediate . && he mourns that loss . five lifts himself to his feet , before then extending his hand out towards her to help her to hers .
❝ && i should probably go shower before we head out again . ❞ he says with a grimace , chest feeling sore - he's still not fully healed from last night . ❝ banana muffins aren't exactly a proper breakfast . ❞
He makes an excellent point. She's had enough wardrobe mishaps in the last twenty-four hours. She should at least try to make an effort to keep this dress in good condition. It's with a mournful sigh that she takes his hand when he offers it. In an ideal world, she'd sit there on the floor all day, just holding him and kissing him and admiring him. She knows, however, that she lacks the energy to sustain even that.
Her outburst had taken a lot out of her. The muffin was delicious, but the instant she let her emotions get the better of her, she burnt through it like it was nothing. The tank is empty. She does need proper fuel to recharge herself. Her abilities, as inconvenient as they may be, could prove advantageous to Five, especially in his weakened state. It's childish of her to want to continue on, re-exhausted. The whole point of their stay here is recovery, and thus far, she hasn't done a very good job of it.
Her eyes light up when he mentions the shower. She points to him, then to herself, then to the bathroom. Her head tilts, as if to ask whether a situation like that is on the menu. For a few moments, she stares in ardent silence, eyes wide, awaiting his decision. Then she flushes and shakes her head. "Sorry. That's a lot. I'm not trying to—" She shakes her head again, then shrugs limply.
She doesn't know what she's not trying to do. Or rather, she doesn't want to voice it.
It's embarrassing to think that she could have any kind of baser impulse or ulterior motive. She's above things like that. Her condition makes it quite clear that she's not meant for that kind of connection, that she's purpose-built to focus on more meritorious pursuits, blessedly free of distraction: a better breed of human. Beyond that, she's only just kissed him for the first time minutes ago. To suddenly try to maximize their skin to skin contact is indecorous at best. That she's tried to instigate the situation more than once is a more severe demerit to her character. Trying to speedrun something, anything, whatever they have going on, within the small window she has available to her is, in a word, cringe.
"Um. I can wait here and finish my coffee. I found a pen under the bed. While you're freshening up, I'll write up a list of any other supplies we may need." She nods, a little too much and a little too quickly. This is a good mission. This is a good distraction. She's very good at lists. She could very easily make a list of her favorite things about Five, but that would be a waste of a napkin.
A hand presses briefly to her forehead to casually check her temperature. She knows she feels hot, but she'd better not look it. There are certain things even a practiced poker face can't disguise. She tries for a smile instead, but it comes out wooden.
"W-Well, get a move on, then! Daylight is wasting. Not all establishments serve breakfast all day, you know."
a gleeful smile still across his face as he tilts his head upwards towards her . glad he managed to save his treat , he stares at her , realizing that she had reached out to try && stop him from falling . his gaze goes back to the bowl , the vodka sloshing over the cereal before he then stretches out his legs . he's actually kinda comfortable like this . he's not entirely sure if he wants to move .
❝ fine . ❞ five slurs his words just a little , before smiling again , pushing the cereal bowl onto his lap && reaching for the spoon . his stomach churns a little && it's an uncomfortable feeling , causing him to pause && stop himself from taking a bite . ❝ i'm fine . ❞ he scrunches his eyes for a moment .
when she talks about being a foodie . five concedes . part of him knows it's a fuckin' lie && she's gonna use it to do somethin' else , but he doesn't have the fight in him to argue . his fingers curl around the rim of the bowl , before then lifting it up && passing it to her , he knows that she'd shock him into giving it up so , he gives it up , a little begrudgingly .
his jaw sets , && he looks up at her , reaching out with his arm so that she could help him up .
In a sense, it feels cruel, but she hates that he looks so happy. It shouldn't take a whole liquor store's worth of alcohol to get him smiling so freely. Her cuteness aggression is activated: a large part of her is fighting to leap out and pinch his cheeks, kiss him, bite him, anything. A larger part of her keeps the beast under lock and key because she's well-aware of the optics of toying with a poor little drunk boy. Perhaps, in his new-young age, his tolerance isn't what it used to be.
With a sigh, she takes the bowl from him and sets it carefully on the table. "Good boy. Thank you." If necessary, she'll try the cereal in a moment. If not, she still will. This third part of her is morbidly curious about Five's concoction. She can't imagine it tastes any good at all, simply the experiments of someone too far gone to even taste properly anymore. He is, however, intelligent and innovative. There's a small chance this actually pans out.
She stifles a laugh he looks up at her, arm out like a child asking to be picked up. This is beyond the pale. Her head shakes. "What am I going to do with you?" She grimaces, hesitates, then allows herself to ruffle his hair. There. That's enough horsing around. Bent slightly at the knee, she uses both arms to pull him up. "You're not fine. The bar's closed now. Last call has past. Arguably it ought to have been closed eons ago." If she knew where to find all the liquor, she'd lock it up herself.
besties sending each other cards? more likely than you think @daemondaes!
Other than my muse's name, what would your muse shout to locate mine amidst a crowd?
thinking about the "wedding dresses are white so that if the bride goes axe-crazy you will see the blood stains all over her" post and
vodka cereal was probably the happiest mistake he had ever come across && one that he was excited to make this time around . uncorking the bottle with his teeth , five had already been drinking much of the morning . && the afternoon . && if he was going to be honest , most of yesterday too . && it was doing wonders for him . he barely remembered why he had started drinking to begin with . && now he was peckish but still wanted to carry on getting fucked up beyond all measure .
staggering around the kitchen , five didn't even bother blinking , not trusting himself enough not to open a fuckin' wormhole or slipping through time once again . && from his left arm - well , he didn't have his prosthetic on , which made grabbing onto the work surfaces a little more difficult when he was carrying his ingredients .
giggling to himself , he tipped the vodka bottle into the cereal bowl ( mixing bowl , same difference ) && threw a large serving spoon into . five swept back some of his hair && then staggered to the table to sit down , missing the chair && landing on the floor . ❝ woah . woah - ❞ he looks up . ❝ are you okay ? ❞
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"Five! You're going t—" The instant Nutmeg saw his trajectory, she dove forward with the intent to catch him, or least slow him. Out of instinct, she reached for what would have been the more available arm, the one not holding his cereal. Of course, given that he wasn't wearing his prosthesis, she ended up grabbing nothing at all.
"Am I—what? Me? I'm...fine." Nutmeg stared down at Five. "A little mentally scarred, maybe." She knew he liked alcohol, but this was painful to watch. She'd never seen him this drunk. With eyes wide and mouth agape, she watched in concern and disgust. "You're the one who landed on his bony ass." And somehow managed not to spill a drop. Loath as she was to admit it, that was a talent. "Are you okay?" He clearly wasn't. She had no idea how much he'd been drinking—or for how long. With a huff and a roll of her eyes, she met him where he sat: on the floor.
"My love, you know I'm a foodie, right?" She put on as sweet a voice as she could manage under the circumstances. "That looks really tasty. I've never had vodka cereal before. I think you should let me try it first." Five was presumably still a genius, even if he was too drunk to function. She couldn't imagine he'd fall for such a transparent scheme. So, she placed one hand beneath the bowl and let the other rest lightly over his. If he refused, she was ready to shock him and commandeer the cereal for herself.
he will never claim to be an expert . not once . he doesn't know how these things go , years in an apocalypse puts a damper on any socialization that might be had . five spent the better part of his years not having anyone , && when he came back ... he supposes actually , he's more like a teenager now than ever . he doesn't have normal kid experiences . && that means that he && nutmeg are on equal footings . neither know how to proceed , neither knows how to do this . they're both as clueless . so it does feel clumsy , it does feel a little off balance .
but one thing that five won't argue with .
it does feel like the movies . it does feel like fireworks going off inside you . it does feel like his entire body is exploding with energy . for a moment , he thinks he's building towards a blink , but it's different . his blinks are nowhere near as intense as this feeling .
when she breaks apart from him , peppering his lips && jaw with kisses , affirming that she had seen lots of things , been lots of places , had met lots of people && he was her favorite - well , five couldn't deny it . it made his heart beat a little harder . it can't be true . his head is telling him that , but his chest , god , his whole chest is saying otherwise . a secured belief that she does think this . that she does consider him her favorite .
just like how she's an anchor to him . how he feels like she's the one thing pulling him back , when he extends too far like a rubber band , he will always snap back so that he returns to her .
she pulls back enough to brush her nose against his , && he catches the way that she's looking intently in his eyes , searching . perhaps trying to discern if this was reality or something else . but here he was , waiting , watching back with the same intensity , blue eyes that were once cast cold && icy && unfeeling , now as warm && as bright as the sky on a sunny day .
a smile , the first genuine real smile that five thinks he's had in a long time , breaks across his face . a chuckle of mirth , deep in his chest erupts . he knows it's not all sunshine , that the clouds could come back , but right now , it feels like it's parted away , allowing streams of light in . he get's it . he feels it now so intensely in a way that delores never filled . he get's sloane && luther . he get's viktor && sissy . he get's klaus && dave && he get's allison && ray . heck , he even get's hazel && agnes . he get's it . it makes sense in his head now .
he let's the chuckle leave him when she comments that it's the best day of her life . his head dips down just slightly , shaking a little . she's absolutely ridiculous . completely insane . && she's all his . just his .
❝ i would say that you're absolutely insane . ❞ he tells her with a smile . ❝ but ... ❞ he kisses her again . then another kiss . ❝ you wouldn't be wrong . insane . but ... not wrong . ❞ he leans further against her , one hand still cupping her face && the other around her waist , leaning into her again .
Nutmeg has little idea how any of this works. She doesn't have many reference points for healthy and true, loving relationships. Her mother has a complicated situation with the fathers of her children. Uncle Hansel is divorced. Aunt Cherry is a serial philanderer. The love lives of the rest of her extended family continue in a similarly lackluster fashion. Mr. and Mrs. Cheung from downstairs may very well be the only successful love story she has any personal familiarity with. She does, however, know the great romances of literature and the silver screen. The passion therein, she is certain, matches what she feels now.
Starry eyes, beating hearts, one hand taken urgently by another. Even though it hurts, she can't stop smiling. It feels wrong in the most wonderful way to have the sensation of overflowing without emitting any actual energy. She feels powerful, a supernova, and knows that in any other circumstances, she'd be glowing brightly enough to be seen at a distance even by the cars on the highway.
Suddenly she is the heroine of every grand Hollywood production she's ever watched. "Of course I'm insane." She giggles again and brushes his nose with hers once more. "You dummy. In a screwball comedy, I'd be Katharine Hepburn. You're Cary Grant." A quick-tempered, stubborn eccentric and a sharp-witted, debonair rogue. She brushes the tips of her fingers against his cheeks admiringly and realizes only then how long she's wanted to hold him like this. He looks so pretty with his face in her hands. She feels privileged to be this close to him at all. His smile now is entirely different from his typical devious smirk. It's dazzling, just for her: a new kind of trophy. He earns himself another kiss.
This, she thinks, is where the score would dramatically crescendo and the credits would begin to roll. Life, however, is different from a movie. There's no director to end this scene or urge them to do a different take. It's just she in his arms, and he in hers.
She feels a little silly doing it, but she wraps her legs around Five. It's the only thing she can think of, just to be as close to him as she possibly can. Whether Five will support her weight or the surprise means tumbling to the ground again, it doesn't matter. With his arm around her waist, the only thing that does matter is that he doesn't let her go. She knows this won't last forever. She can't let the opportunity go to waste. Until the moment her body betrays her, she'll continue to hold him. Even if it means having to drink cold coffee, she'll hold him.
As she settles into her position, she tilts her head in question. She knows that, no matter how badly she wants to do nothing but cling to him and kiss him, he must have other plans. She can't remember the last time she's touched anyone for any reason this long without either screwing up and shocking them, or else stressing herself out trying to keep her power contained. Whether he realizes this about her or not, the situation is surely not as dire for him.
Nutmeg tells herself she's kissing him just once more for good measure. Then, she reconsiders and it becomes a meandering trail: lips, cheek, forehead, jaw, anything she can reach. She even attempts to gently catch his earlobe between her teeth like a toy dangled before a dog. If she were wearing lipstick, his face would be thoroughly painted red. Sheepishly, she wonders if any of this is uncomfortable for him at all—if he feels like he's being slobbered over. As much as she's enjoying exploring her newfound freedom, it's not all about her. Her brows arch. "Five," she murmurs gently, "What happens now?"
smth smth nutmeg vs schrodinger's topfreedom
a list of names nutmeg has acquired against her will
buttmeg
future girl
nutty
meggie
sparky
nutmeg
edit to appease her bf:
love
PROMPTS FOR MUSES WHO ARE LITTLE SHITS™ !
for all the muses out there who like to mess with others!! mainly meant for platonic relationships, but can be used for romantic & antagonistic relationships as well! feel free to modify any pronouns, descriptor words, & objects for your needs!
FROM THE LITTLE SHIT.
words. ❝ how'd you like the fake spider in your room? ❞ ❝ hang on a second, i'm gonna record this — ❞ ❝ i took 20 bucks out of your bag last night. ❞ ❝ alright, that's it, time for the tickle monster treatment! ❞ ❝ oh, yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? ❞ ❝ i think i might have accidentally just hurt myself again. ❞ ❝ what makes you think you can possibly take me? ❞ ❝ outta the way, i was here first! ❞ ❝ sorry, i lost that a little while ago. ❞ ❝ hey, come on! it was just a prank! ❞ ❝ i'm seriously thinking about forcing that secret out of you. ❞ ❝ wait, did YOU say you wanted the last piece of pie in the fridge? 'cause i kinda just ate it ... ❞
actions. [ SING ] — sender starts singing raunchy lyrics around receiver [ WRESTLE ] — sender attempts to start play-fighting with receiver [ FINGER ] — sender flips receiver the bird [ LAUGH ] — sender tries to make receiver laugh [ LEAN ] — sender puts their full weight on receiver [ COLD ] — sender puts their cold fingers under receiver's shirt [ DRIVE ] — sender begins to drive very fast with receiver in the car with them [ FOOD ] — sender steals a bite of receiver's food when they're not looking [ BLANKET ] — sender pulls receiver's blanket off them while they're half-asleep [ PRANK ] — sender pulls a prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)
FOR THE LITTLE SHIT.
words. ❝ hey, stop that! ❞ ❝ careful, i just got that new furniture. ❞ ❝ okay, okay, i'll do anything, just please stop tickling me ... ! ❞ ❝ god, you're such an asshole! ❞ ❝ i swear, if you do that one more time ... ❞ ❝ i didn't actually think it was that funny. ❞ ❝ aw, dammit, you broke it! ❞ ❝ you can't go 24 hours without having some kind of accident, huh? ❞ ❝ you just cheated! i watched you! ❞ ❝ if you even think about messing with me today, i will end you. ❞ ❝ are you drunk or something? because that was some of the weirdest shit i've ever heard. ❞ ❝ okay, i won't lie, that was actually pretty funny. ❞
actions. [ HEADLOCK ] — sender puts receiver in a headlock [ CHASE ] — sender chases receiver around in frustration [ RUN ] — sender runs from receiver to avoid being pranked/scared [ NUDGE ] — sender briskly nudges receiver in response to a snarky comment [ IGNORE ] — sender pretends to ignore receiver [ PULL ] — sender is dragged into pulling a prank with the sender [ CLEAN ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's mess [ WIPE ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's injuries after pulling a stunt that doesn't end well [ LEAVE ] — sender storms off in frustration after being messed with by receiver [ REVENGE ] — sender pulls a revenge prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)
5's adventures of being a teen || part 2/??
&& then she kisses him . && it's like there's a deep explosion in his very core . it's like a thousand wormholes have erupted inside him , && it's hard to describe . he has never felt this way about anyone , he has never once felt that he could feel this way . && maybe it's okay . he knows that it won't eradicate everything he has done , it won't take away && make right the people that he has hurt nor the worlds that he has seen tumble underneath his feet . it won't solve anything , it isn't that simple && he knows perhaps that this is something that might be talked about . even questioned . something that he couldn't explain or talk about to anyone except maybe her .
the way she cups around the back of his head , drawing him closer to her , deepening the kiss , five keeps his hands on her cheeks for a long moment , parting only just a little so that he could observe her expression , to see her features , to understand more . he wasn't good at this . he had lost out the first time around && a mannequin didn't count - at least not as much as he thought it did .
she had probably expected him to go , vanish away from her . instinct is had to ignore , but five never backs away from this shit . not even from his brother viktor who could end the world . he wasn't going to flee in a hurry . && if anything , he had a reason to hold his footings . because he cannot , ever , remember anyone ever saying that they wanted these things with him . not even his family cared as much to want to see him smile . && it was something so ... different - so so different that five could not tear himself from .
because when he thought about it , when he searched his heart , he knew he wanted the same for her .
five stroked her cheek with his thumb , watching her eyes flicker through the range of emotions that he was sure that she was going through . disbelief that he had remained , shock at the kiss , uncertainty about what she had just said , && exhaustion from her powers going haywire , connected so deeply to her emotional core .
favorite boy in the whole world . ❝ the whole world is pretty big . don't say things you don't know to be true . ❞ he murmurs softly , just as her lips press against his for another kiss . five feels his eyes shut , pulling her close to him . he pushes her hair out away from her face , allowing his hand to cup around her jaw && the side of her neck , leaning into her tenderly , his other hand curling around her waist .
Life had taught her that certain activities were off-limits for someone like her, and she'd done her best to make peace with it. She'd known she could never have a conventional relationship, and that was fine. A loving touch would only prove distracting from her life's mission to be the best—number one—in whatever form that took. Knowing now exactly what she's been missing, she wants it all at once. Spurred on by the warmth of his touch, she rises to her knees to give herself better leverage and clings desperately to Five, her arms thrown around his shoulders.
“But I’ve been all over the world.” Past, present, and future. Her words are a whisper spoken into his lips as she kisses him. “I’ve met so many people.” Another kiss. “And of all the people I’ve met in all the places I’ve been, you’re the very best. My favorite.” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “Is that accurate enough for you?” She traces his lower lip with the tip of her finger. “You’re the most wonderful boy in my world: the world insofar as I’ve experienced it...but I’d rather kiss you than quibble about the precision of my diction.”
And so she does. Her kiss is clumsy and inexperienced. It's obvious that she doesn't quite know what she's doing, but she's earnest and giving in equal turns. This, Nutmeg believes, should make up for something. She lingers this time, savoring the moment as long as she can before she needs to break away for air.
Her breath comes in slightly ragged and it embarrasses her—she should have a greater lung capacity than this. Not for a moment does she consider any other factors or natural quirks of anatomy. The time for action is now; it's too dangerous and tedious to exhaust herself every time she wants to touch him at length. For now, she simply takes a moment to rest her forehead against his.
It’s enough just to be close to Five like this.
Before pulling back completely, she lightly brushes her nose against his. Then she pauses to simply look at him. Her eyes study his even as he studies hers. None of this seems quite real, but she can tell by his gaze and now by his touch that he isn’t simply placating her, going along with her folly out of fear of retaliation or any other turbulent emotion.
In his eyes and his lips and his hands, there is love. To love and be loved in spite of (she dare not believe because of) her condition and her peculiarities: in this moment, Nutmeg can think of no greater honor, no greater aspiration.
She smiles at him, soft and bashful and pleased, without a trace of the typical stress that lines her features. Despite all that’s happened, yesterday and today and tomorrow, in his arms she is safe and she is happy—happier than she’s been in a long time. She chuckles self-consciously, aware of how long she’s stared at him in silence. Her caring hand pats his cheek. As the laughter dies, she sighs, blissful and relieved. Then, after a moment of hesitation, her face is buried in the crook of his neck as she hugs him with a grip both cautious and firm, keenly aware that he must still be sore. It doesn’t stop her from tilting her head to experimentally nibble at that tender flesh. “And if I say this is the most wonderful day of my life?”
“then hey, it’s open territory for both of us – didn’t know you’re a luminary too,” alison replies with a grin; it’s unclear whether she’s even noticed the snark in nutmeg’s replies, or she does and remains unbothered by it. after all, people don’t have to be nice for dazzler to want to chat with them anyway. “always delightful to meet another one. and if that’s not glowin’, darlin’, i don’t know what is.”
“nothin’ to look down on, though; i also find myself glowin’ when i’m in love,” just ask cherry martini!
"A luminary." Nutmeg rolls the word around in her mouth. That's a new one. She's never quite had a term to describe herself. Dangerous, maybe. Or an accident in the making. She likes this word more, even if it feels weird to have a category she "belongs" to—especially because the two of them couldn't be more different. Unfortunately, as a fellow luminary, Alison would know all about the glow. Nutmeg folds her arms over her chest and looks away.
"I glow when I'm really happy too, so why can't this be that?" It's a different kind of glow, even if subtly. She knows it even if she can't articulate it or doesn't want to believe it. "I've never glowed just because I'm, what, suddenly in love? That's silly." And yet, every time she finds herself thinking of a certain person, the glow sustains itself.
it's absolutely op but i'm so into the idea of nutmeg learning how to travel via electrical current. like. she learns how to transform herself into pure electricity so she can happily travel along your home's circuits / along telephone wires / etc
imagine you're using a landline (impossible, i know) and she tells you she'll be there in a minute when you know she's far away...and then she disappears through her end and pops out on yours
