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He’s being dramatic, she knows that much even if she doesn’t know why, but all the same her face flushes and she can’t stop the little smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth.
“You and I both know that’s not true Hannibal.” She said gently, eyes not leaving the source of his bleeding. Her fingers delicately trace the skin around it, watching it go down his leg.
She feels the distinct urge to lick it
“What did you do to yourself this time?”
was there anything better than this? crisp fries that burned his mouth and covered in salt, the grease sticking to the pads of his fingers as his teeth chomp down through the meat and lettuce and soft bun. fast food was comfort food when drunk. he reached over and grabbed two fries and they hung limply between his fingers, dripping with ketchup. “You’ve got a lil ketchup on your face.” He said to the other person sitting across from him.
“Really? Shit.” Poppy wiped the stain away with a napkin, unable to hold back tipsy giggles. “Good looking out.” She said, raising her glass in thanks before polishing off the rest of her wine. “Hey, thanks again for letting me sit here.” She said. “This place isn’t usually so packed.” She glanced around at the huge crowd that was seated in the bar, an unfamiliar lively chatter filling the air. The reason why Poppy liked this place so much was because it tended to be empty, giving her the opportunity to unwind in peace. “Is there some big game on or something?”
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She’s watching him the way a zoologist watches a rare creature, studying his every move. The flutter of an eyelid, the twitch of his mouth, the tilt of his neck. With her artist’s eye she is taking in every detail and she thinks he would be good to draw. His lack of eyebrows would present her with a challenge when making expressions, but she hasn’t had a real artistic challenge in a while.
“A spirit is only as strong as the one holding it.” She says, and she feels the Rosary beads resting on her collarbone, the cross cold on her skin. Some days it felt like a noose, others a lifeline. On still other days and nights, like this one, it just feels like a Rosary, and those are the days and nights Poppy is most grateful for.
“Of course, it’s through my soul that I feel God.” She’s grateful to have someone like Victor, someone willing to discuss things like spirits and souls on a philosophical level. Gotham seems to attract a special type of cynic, one that rejects humanity’s innate goodness and would scowl at what Poppy had said. But not Victor. He was different.
“The soul is a peculiar thing. If it follows any rules we do not know them, if it acts of it’s own accord that’s hardly more comforting.” There’s a warmth spreading in her chest, starting at the base of her collarbone and she doesn’t know what brought it on, but it isn’t uncomfortable. Just there. “But it makes us who we are, for better or worse. It’s a gift from God, and no matter how many cracks it may get, they can still be healed through light, whether it be from Him or another source.” There’s almost a wistfulness to her words. “At least, that’s what I was told and what I tell myself.”
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