That one picture of The King of Gotham namely Oswald Cobblepot, the penguin sitting royal on a throne like chair made me go Penguin for Iron Throne .. and led me to the current thought of what would happen if Os and Ramsay Bolton would meet, I mean with the king of begging for his life there´s probably going to be a “Please is not a body part” moment but .. apart from this Oswald has shown several other strategies to get him out of urgent life endangering situations ..
Warnings: Sciencewives, old ridiculous Paris stereotypes, abuse of memes, crack headcanons
Summary: Fennel has had enough of your shit, sir, and would like to remind you that she has a flower.
Professor Aurea Juniper was nervous.
Said tension and anxiety frankly had nothing to do with the way Professor Sycamore's hand would brush against her own, the sly winks he sent her way, or the overly friendly manner in which he'd decided to give her the nickname "Aurora", because she was as "breath-taking" and "enrapturing" as the aurora borealis phenomena. That, along with a multitude of increasingly cheesy, terrible pick up lines had crossed the line from "obnoxious" to downright hilarious in her mind. She wondered if Grimsley was aware his relative- brother, cousin or whatever he might have been- was in the region..
No, Juniper's edginess was caused by her beloved wife's unusually silent and placid behavior during the events of the last two hours.
Green eyes warily darted to Fennel's meticulously perfect expression and smile. No chink in the woman's normally nonexistent armor, no hint of other feelings in her otherwise expressive face. Either Fennel found it as hopelessly amusing as she was, or the woman was considering a new field of research and was going to 'request' that Professor Sycamore help her "test" a few things.
With a scrape of her chair against the lab's floor, Fennel was at Aurea's side and rested her chin on the taller woman's shoulder, arms around the Professor's waist. The smile only grew, this time going from a polite but distantly interested curve of her lips to showing a neat, even row of straight white teeth. "As fascinating as listening to this is, Professor Sycamore, I'm afraid we'll have to continue this discussion another time. Aurea and I have a prior engagement to attend."
"A prior engagement?" Aurea eyed her wife warily at the cheery tone of voice, ignoring the curious look on the Kalosian's face and the skeptical tone in his voice. "I don't recall my lovely Aurora telling me anything about a prior engagement this evening."
Fennel removed herself from the woman's back, stepping neatly in front of the green eyed woman as if she could shield her- despite being nearly half a foot shorter- from the much taller professor's view. With a practiced grace, her slender fingers rolled back the cuffs of her long, white laboratory coat, first the left, and then the right, before reaching up to carefully undo the cute pink and purple clip from her hair. With a toss of her head and some careful, manual adjustments, the woman's hair was flipped back over her shoulders and spilled down her back. Blue-violet eyes glinted, lenses catching the light in a manner that gave her a rather sinister appearance.
"Silly of her to forget, she has dinner reservations tonight, with her wife, might I add." Fennel's voice had turned razor sharp with its sweetness as she held up the clip in her left hand- wedding ring quite apparent on her third finger. "Now then, Professor Sycamore, do I have to ask Aurea to hold my flower for me while I escort you out, or can you find the door yourself?"
Watching the dust fade with the wind, the green eyed professor turned around to give an incredulous look to her beloved. "What was that all about?"
With a delicate, lady-like sniff of derision, Fennel snatched the clip back from Aurea's hands and focused on slipping it back into its rightful place. "Kalosians," she muttered with an annoyed snort. "worst schmoozers ever. He certainly hasn't changed since high school."
She blinked. Twice. "You know him, Makomo?" She'd never made even so much as a hint that she was familiar with the Kalos region's leading Professor. Something about that didn't sit right with her, for some reason. Did the two have history she didn't know about?
A dry look was sent in Juniper's direction. "We met once on an exchange trip back in my second year of high school. He avoided me for years after, even when we crossed paths again at a research conference held in Hoenn."
That didn't seem at all like the man from what little Juniper knew of him. She eyed the dark haired woman suspiciously as she removed her jacket, hanging it neatly on its peg beside where her own would rest. "What did you do?"
"Explained a few things to him, that's all." Fennel responded with a tone all too smug and self-satisfied for Aurea to believe that "talking" was all she'd done.
"And the whole 'hold my flower' thing?" She pressed on, trying to find the pieces of the puzzle. "What's that all about?"
Fennel turned, giving a coy smile to her wife as she slipped on her favorite pink heels. "If you're nice to me over dinner, maybe I'll tell you." Securing the strap in place and smoothing the short pink dress out with a frown as bits of white thread from the coat stubbornly clung to the silky fabric. "Now, go get ready, we only have an hour and a half to get back to Castelia before our reservations and I want to beat traffic."
