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garfckinlogan:

Foolishly, his face lit up at her suggestion, before sinking back down. Like a little kid, Gar pouted and crossed his arms, annoyed at himself for letting him get excited. “You don’t really want to, though,” he said, shaking his head. He’d never been a downer before and didn’t like this new side of himself.

Worrying her bottom lip, Kory went against her better judgement and reached forward to gingerly wrap her arms around him in a hesitant hug. “We could find all the foods you like, Gar, or we could both just keep standing here looking miserable.” She wanted to see him happy, have him be as she remembered with a careless smile and a laugh on his tongue at all times. “I want to.”

#( & conversation. )#( garfield & conversation. )

garfckinlogan:

“No.”

Garfield was in no mood. He’d gotten all excited and everything for the whole night only to find that everyone in Gotham who wasn’t drop-dead boring was drop-dead bored with him. He didn’t know what he was expecting, coming back to everyone he knew, but it certainly wasn’t this.

“I can’t even eat the treats,” he whined. “They’re all made with gelatin and I was just a pig, like, last week.”

“No?” Kory echoed sadly, the tentative smile that she’d been sporting all night suddenly falling. Her last conversation with Garfield hadn’t gone well, and truly it was almost mirrored to the one she’d had with Raven upon first coming to Gotham, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to see him upset. “We could... sneak into the kitchen search for something else? Avoid getting caught like old times?” She would suggest leaving if it meant betting out of the dress and the heels and taking her hair down from the overly done up-do, but she was sure that her boss would kill her.

#( & conversation. )#( garfield & conversation. )#she's trying ok she's sorry

She couldn’t breathe. Not because anxiety creeped from the inner recessed of her mind to leaden her bones or grip at her heart, not it was because this dress didn’t allow for breaths to be taken. Kory feared that if she exhaled too deeply, it would b u r s t apart, and that would be unfortunate because it was quite lovely. Not sure who to speak with or what to do, she’d found solace over at the dessert table, nibbling away at cakes and bite sized treats. Her mouth was full when another approached her and she swallowed thickly around something covered in chocolate.

“Are you having a nice time tonight?” She wanted to rock back and forth, but the heels prevented much movement leaving her rooted tot he spot.

#( k & starter. )#gotham: starter #gotham: event #for once there is actually a picture attached to that underline link

Not wanting to spend every waking minute of her life in the Elliot residence, Kori felt it necessary to get out for a few minutes; just a stroll in the sticky heat of humid night air that made her skin feel constricted and clammy as she walked down cracked sidewalks lit by phosphorescent strips of the moon and dingy yellow illumination from streetlights.

This was peace. This felt nice.

She only wanted to feel nice.

The feeling of eyes on her had the girl spinning, not sure if they were behind or to the side of her. “Hello? Is someone there? ... Do I ------- Do I k n o w you?”

#( k & starter. )#gotham:starter

hxxxsh:

He nodded, still absentmindedly sucking on his cigarette, trying not to get lost in the cherry undertone. Or, more aptly, what the taste of artificial cherry reminded him of. “That’s fine. They’re sleeping right now, but I need to wake them up soon anyway. After this cigarette,” he mused, holding it out in front of him and watching the smoke curl up from it as it poured from between his lips.

“Their names are Bambi and Bruce. The twins, I mean.” A distant, dreamy smile spread across his lips as he spoke. “I named Bruce after my best friend growing up. Well, we’re still best friends, but I’ve known him since I was -——

——- Well, the twins’ age now. Bruce Wayne? He’s got quite a big family himself, all those kids. I don’t know how he does it -——” Suddenly he stopped talking, his eyes wide and the cigarette trembling between his fingers. “W a i t. Your friend is staying in Wayne Manor? She’s living with Bruce?” Ash fluttered from the tip of the cigarette, floating onto the sheepskin rug below.

“Shit.”

It was a profound epiphany. This girl, this nobody, had a friend who was literally living, sleeping, breathing down the hall from Bruce? Finally realizing his cigarette was burning itself out, he pressed it into the ashtray several times over, still staring off into space. “No, I do care about that, sweetheart, that’s fine. Tell me about yourself.” The words sounded robotic. He mentally shook himself and turned back to Kory, plastering a smile onto his lips once more.

Initially, Koriand’r could focus on nothing except how odd it was that this man’s child shared the same name of the man whom Rachel stayed with. Perhaps a coincidence, though she believed it not to be quite so odd when he explained the naming process. Bambi and Bruce; they sounded pleasant enough and their father was well mannered, if not mildly too much to bear, then again Kori had been told that she was quite overbearing so maybe the pair would fit in this arrangement --------

------------------------------------ if all went well.

A tight smile pulled across her lips as she leant back, noticing how at some point he must have moved forward, and rose her shoulders and let them fall delicately in a shrug. “She does.” Kori answered slowly, brows furrowing as she nodded when he rephrased the statement that relayed the exact same information as far as she understood. “Yes, she is living with Bruce Wayne.” For someone who claimed Bruce Wayne was his best friend, should he not know the man’s living arrangements? C u r i o u s e r and curiouser.

"There is really nothing to tell. I’ve just come to Gotham and I need work. Rachel would not let me stay with a man I met when I came here, but for some reason she is fine with me staying with you.” Not that Rachel was the boss of her in any way, shape, or form.

She wanted to meet the children. That seemed far more important than speaking of herself, though he was probably only a concerned parent wanting to make sure she wasn’t a crazy person.

#( & conversation. )#( tommy & conversation. )

garfckinlogan:

“I –” Gar’s brow furrowed and he stepped back, hurt. “I just meant it’d be good to all be together again, not that we had to go back to the hard parts. I guess – anyway, I should get going. I’ll see you around, I guess.”

“Yeah.” She replied dully, arms caging her torso in a display of small defensive manoeuvers. Part of her wanted to say it was nice seeing him, but he looked upset and she knew it was her fault. It was better that way, right? Better to let him down now than to get his hopes up? “Maybe. I work a lot. Bye, Gar.”

#( garfield & conversation. )#( & conversation. )#tommy's dick is rubbing off on kori #wait that still sounds weird you know what i meant ugh this is over and i feel bad he's upset #( & conversation end. )

rcvenisms

“ -—— Look, I know the smell is strong, but nobody asked you to come over here.”

ofstarandfire-blog

rxchxlrxth:

“I said nothing of it.” Kory murmured defensively, though her face held all the words she would not speak. Sighing, she pushed her fingers through her hair and added, “I just do not want to go to work smelling like burning plants and having Mr. Elliot question me... Not that he would. I don’t think.”

#( & conversation. )#( rachel & conversation. )

gothamslolita:

hxxxsh:

His smile quickly became forced, turned to stone. Begrudgingly breaking eye contact with Kory as Margot took his shoes, his gaze followed her to the closet and back, setting his jaw and feeling those telltale veins in his face begin to p o p. “I do know her, sweetheart. I’m sorry I forgot to tell you about darling little Maggie here. Isn’t she a p e a c h?” He had been watching her over the other girl’s shoulder, only now turning his gaze back to Kory as he raised one hand to cup her cheek. “I didn’t hire anyone else, you’re doing perfect.”

Finally unsticking his feet from the marble, he let his hand drop to encouragingly squeeze Kory’s as he strode over to Margot, smile becoming slightly manic. “No lemons, kitten, but I’m sure I can find something else. You’ll get something sour, I promise.” Leaning against the counter with a forced nonchalance, he stared down at her, fingers drumming on the cabinets. “Shame on you for scaring the nanny like that.” Rolling his neck, bone by bone, Tommy shifted to look at Kory again. “She’s my personal assistant. Sometimes she just forgets her place.”

Margot sent Kory a smirk. “Sorry, I should have been more clear. I simply seem to be around so much, I almost get to thinking that sometimes –” (( here, she shot a look to Tommy, that she hoped communicated all the thoughts of homicide she had floating through her mind )) “– I’m even w e l c o m e . Silly me. I was just coming to pick up the eleven stolen engagement rings I stashed in your closet papers I left here last night.” She gave Tommy a knowing look before throwing a pitiful look at Kory. “Luckily, this wonderful nanny of yours found me and offered me a drink.”

Margot gave the fakest laugh she could muster, feeling for all her worth like a cast member of the Real Housewives of Gotham. “She even tried to patch up my little wound,” she said, gesturing to her split lip and silently communicating to Tommy that he owed her. “I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was the, ahem, “man” of the house who was responsible for it in the first place.”

Okay, she was definitely pushing her limits now. “So, I guess I’ll be off, unless you need me for anything, Mr. Elliot?”

Somehow, an odd feeling of ease and new rising suspicion came over her. She felt relief in knowing that they had some relationship, and an explainable one at that, but then she wondered why he seemed so angry, so tense. The girl’s voice was musical in an irritating way, even Kory could admit that, but she was just a child. His hand on her cheek should have been comforting, but she still felt too wired to fully take in his words. Instead, she nodded slowly before turning to look at the girl; M A G G I E.

“Responsible for your...”

Heart clenching, head M I X E D up, fingers twitching at her sides ---------

All she wanted was to watch the twins, not get in the middle of his employee drama.

They didn’t seem to like one another. She could feel it, or perhaps this was how they communicated. “I ---- “ She what? She didn’t like this? She didn’t want to be in the middle of this? She didn’t like how upset her boss looked as his hardened gaze stuck to the teenager with a smart mouth that even someone as forgiving as Kory was growing agitated by? “I’ll get you a drink as well. I uhm, believe there may be lemon juice, Maggie, if you’d like some of that.” Kory was stalling, flustering around and she knew it very well.

It was still stuck in her mind that he was responsible for her lip, for her cheek, for her jaw? He was so sweet though. Her initial nerves and fear had subsided growing closer to him in the short time she’d been watching his children. It was nearly impossible for her to imagine that he could do such a thing, so she ignored it. “I think we all need drinks. Mr. Elliot, remember those other drinks you were telling me about? Where are they?”

#( margot + tommy & conversation. )#( & conversation. )#kory like: wyclef jean voice NO FIGHTING

garfckinlogan:

“Starfire, Starfire, Starfire, no they’re not! Why isn’t everything like it used to be, Star? Things used to be so great. What changed?”

“W-well, what if I don’t w a n t them to be that way?” She asked, indignant and growing slightly annoyed with her friend as he kept pushing. Was this what she sounded like? “I’m happy as is. Nothing changed. People grow apart. I’ve got too much work to... to do that again. I like it. It’s nice and it’s normal and that’s what I want. I don’t want to be some crime fighting freak any more. I’m happy like this.”

#( & conversation. )#( garfield & conversation. )#idek where this came from this is just what she said and i'm like koriand'r nooooo

garfckinlogan:

Gar put his head in his hands. “God, what have we become?!” He cried, upping the dramatics as much as he could. “We need a group chat. Facebook? No – whatsapp? God, I am so out of the loop! I don’t know why I thought you guys could stick together, you know, without me.”

“Beast Boy... Beast Boy... BEAST BOY! You are being dramatic. Everyone is fine.”

#( & conversation. )#( garfield & conversation. )

garfckinlogan:

“You haven’t seen Dick or anyone? Gosh, what happened to everyone? We were such a squad – we are such a squad. I never shoulda left.”

“No, I have seen Raven. Four times to be exact. Please don’t be upset. I’m sure they’d love to see you. I’ve just... been busy as I said. I spend all my time watching the twins. It doesn’t leave a lot of time for uh, for the squad.”

#( & conversation. )#( garfield & conversation. )

gothamslolita:

hxxxsh:

He heard the garage door shut behind him, and threw once last glance over his shoulder to make sure before he opened the door to the house. Whistling happily -—— it was rare that he got home so early but the stream of desirable patients had been slow ——- he slipped off his shoes, carrying them into the house, and made a beeline for a kitchen. It was time for a well-earned drink. He saw Kory before he saw Margot, and so his smile stayed in place and he held his shoes out to her, trying to maneuver out of his jacket at the same time. “Sweetheart, can you take these for me?”

Ah, shit. Act cool. Act sophisticated. Act like you’re supposed to be here. Act like Harley would. Okay, game time.

Margot hopped off the kitchen counter with a quiet hum, never breaking eye contact with the sitter, and sending her a friendly wink while walking past. “Of course,” she answered, knowing full well that Tommy hadn’t been speaking to her (( surely not calling her “sweetheart”, unless he wanted her to puke )) and bracing herself for his oncoming rage, placing his shoes by the closet door.

“The new nanny and I were just having a chat,” she said nonchalantly, picking up her glass and sipping from it slowly, eyebrows raised over the edge telling him to play it cool. “You wouldn’t have any lemons lying around, would you? I’m in the mood for something s o u r today.”

Settling in the background, Kori tried not to tell her discomfort display itself prominently. She wanted the girl gone, but she didn’t want to use force or be excessively rude. Her mouth opened as she heard the door and instead of trying to usher the younger female out, Kori winced and swore beneath her breath. Seeing Tommy, making eye contact, she tried to come up with a quick response, but was beat to it. At the girl’s response, her teeth grit and Koriand’r’s hands balled into fists.

“We were not having a chat.” It may have been imposing, but she didn’t like this situation. Deciding that this had gone on long enough, she crossed over to him, eyebrows furrowed an an almost adorable expression of worry on her face as she asked, “Do you know her? She was just here when I came back with the twins and she told me she was the new sitter. Did you hire someone else? Have I... Have I done something to displease you?”

#( margot + tommy & conversation. )#( & conversation. )

garfckinlogan:

“Don’t be worried, I’m alright. I mean, my shoulders are killing me if you’ve got any advil, but that’s just from the flight over. Next time I’m definitely going by sea. – Whattaya mean, you don’t speak with everyone? What, you’re too busy for ‘em? Raven didn’t mention anything about that when I saw her.”

“Would you get sea sick then? Hm, I mean that... I’ve spoken to her a handful of times, I haven’t seen anyone else, and I haven’t quite looked. I have been busy. It slipped my mind, I suppose.”

#( & conversation. )#( garfield & conversation. )

hxxxsh:

He laughed -—— a big booming laugh that rattled his ribcage ——- as he shifted slightly closer to her on the sofa. “Are you sure, sweetheart? If two kids are too much for you to handle, that’s fine. I mean, I need someone to take care of my kids well. They-they’re important to me. So I’ll bring them out, you can meet them and then tell me what you think. If this doesn’t work out I can pass your name along to some of my colleagues. I think one of them is looking for a nanny for his daughter.

——- She’s t h i r t e e n, I think, just turned thirteen. Which is old for a nanny, I know, but she’s quite a little troublemaker.” His lips had curled into the same hungry smile. Hands patted down first the couch and then the coffee table until they found his cigarette case [ mother of pearl, light cigarettes, half cherry flavored half regular. her name was Tiffany and she was nineteen. he told her smoking would kill her but she didn’t listen ].

Not bothering to ask if she minded that he smoke around her, he shoved one of the cherry cigarettes between his teeth and lit the end, taking a long moment to exhale before he spoke again. “Rachel Roth. That name doesn’t sound familiar. Who’s she staying with?” Only now finding his courtesy, he held the case out in Kory’s direction. “Would you like one? Or a drink? I know it’s a little early -—— and you don’t look quite legal ——- but I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Fumbling fingers in her lap, clumsy and careless, and her tongue constantly coming out to wet her lips before they pressed together, Koriand’r repeatedly told herself to calm down. He was only being nice. So far the man had been perfectly polite and she had to tell herself this in order. Eyes following his every move, she kept her gaze trained on the cigarette as she shook her head. “I’m fine with two. I’d love to meet them though. I can do this.” Her voice was much more steady than it had been moment before and that made her happy that she could at least pull herself together minimally.

“I don’t like to be underestimated. I can do more than what anyone else assumes.”

Realising that she’d said the words allowed, Kory Anders finally closed her eyes and sighed. Moving past that embarrassing display. “I don’t mind if you do, but uhm, no thank you. I’ve never tried it before, but I hear that it can kill you and I quite like to be alive.” Everything was stated so factually and with a small sense of self-satisfaction, as if she was pleased with herself though curiosity did tip her interest towards just trying it.

“Rachel is my....” Kori had wanted to say friend, but she stopped. “We have have known each other for a while. She is staying with uhm... With a W a y n e? She told me that he said a friend needed a nanny. I think she just wants me out of the hotel I’m staying in and with a job. Though I don’t know why because she put me in the hotel to begin with. But... you don’t care about that.”

#( & conversation. )#( tommy & conversation. )#i was trying to tag this and i literally forgot his name for a good two minutes

garfckinlogan:

“No one was posing as you, you doofus, I’m just a bit disoriented is all. Just flew in from Amsterdam. Man, that place is awesome! How’ve you been, Kori? How’s everyone holding up without me?”

“Oh, good! I was worried for a second. Don’t worry me like that! Are you okay now? Do you need water? Amsterdam? No, I have not been, but I’ll believe that it is awesome. I’ve been erm, well. I have a job here and it’s nice. I-I wouldn’t know. I don’t really... speak with everyone often.” At all.

#( & conversation. )#( garfield & conversation. )

gothamslolita:

Well, fuck.

Margot surveyed her options. A) Make a beeline for the door Too exhausted to run.

B) Attack without warning She couldn’t hit a girl.

C) Tell the truth Ha! As if

D) C h i l l Needless to say, Margot went with the easiest option, turning around to pour herself a glass of water and flashing a clean, crisp smile over her shoulder to the “new sitter” or whoever she was. “You know if there’s any lemon in the house?” She asked, ignoring the girl’s words completely and pushing herself up to sit on the kitchen counter. “I’m more of a water-with-lemon girl than tap water, you know.”

“I haven’t gone grocery shopping for the home yet because I only just started and everything was stocked.” In short, no. She didn’t know ---- or so what she wanted the other to think because she had politely asked for the girl to remove herself from the premises. “I think that you should go.” She repeated more firmly this time. “I don’t even know your name and the list of people Mr. Elliot told me are allowed is very short. I just put the twins down for a nap and I don’t want to have an argument. If you really need to see him, you can come back later when he is home.”