[CLOSED] I can feel your eyes in the back of my head

[pythianwoman]

Who: Zoey Westen (pythianwoman), and Mr. Scratch (tolduimapsycho)
What: A second encounter. And this time they're at full-power. No more surprises.
When: Late July, evening.
Where: Pour Judgement
Warning(s): Mr. Scratch iiiiiiis Mr. Scratch.
Notes:

Zoey's in better shape, now that it's been almost a month. She's no longer favouring her side, although it still pains her. It's healed enough that she doesn't have to worry so much. Until the NEXT time, of course. But she's healing, and settled in fully to Haven. Until it changes, anyway, since that's what it does, from what she hears. She's curious to see what the next iteration will look like. What it will be called. What perils that will meet them.

It reminds her a little of her time with the Nysgods. How they'd ended up going from one spot in their realm to the next. Without the actual travel part. New world comes to them.

There's less fake pretext of multiversal Bachelorette, though, which she appreciates.

The heat in Haven is sweltering, but at least there's a moment's reprieve from the oppressiveness at night. Her usual work 'uniform' now consists of a tank top, jeans and boots, and her hair's usually up in some sort of fancy braided 'do to keep it out of her face and off her neck. She could just CHANGE it to something shorter, temporarily, because she can do that now thanks to the Fae, but she doesn't usually think about it. She's only ever had the ONE power, and now that she's got… more, well, she still doesn't automatically go to some of them. Even if they all come as easy as breathing for her, anymore.

It's another shift at Pour Judgement, and she's at home behind the bar, moving with liquid grace in a dark green tank top and jeans that fit her like a glove. She's quite fond of her job, and her co-workers. Pour Judgement is comfortable, in a way she likes.

And with the return of her powers earlier in the month she's no longer caught unawares when a certain knife-happy avatar of darkness-slash-evil doppelganger decides to come around for a drink. The familiar creeping sensation of darkness and shadows rolls over her, and she searches the bar for him without faltering in her graceful movements behind the bar.

Comments

[tolduimapsycho]

Okay. She's really getting on his nerves now. He only sneers in response to the assertion, a flippant, childish expression. The Darkness flows a bit thicker now, and in spite of her moving to drink, he can tell why. She's feeling it, in whatever way is hitting her first.

But the actual reading is a little more difficult. Shit is buried deep in her, even if he can start to feel it. It'll take work.

"I dunno, Princess, maybe I like getting pegged." A lewd joke, a deflection. He finishes the drink, sliding her the glass.

[pythianwoman]

So CHILDISH, Scratch. Zoey takes a deep swallow of her drink, and as she suspected, it does almost nothing for the taste of darkness on her tongue and in her throat. She withstands it easily, though. She won’t be cowed by his attempt to get a read on her. She does, however, try her best to keep him out. He might get a read, but he’s going to have to work for it.

(She doesn’t quite realise that her powers are already doing that for her.)

Oh look at him, trying to deflect. She might even let him. It just tells her she’s right. Confirms it, anyway. She’d already known she was right about that. She leans in close again, that impish smirk back on her lips. It’s an echo of that night, on his porch. When she’d leaned so close they could almost kiss. “Leashes AND pegging. I’m learning so many interesting things about you, Sunshine.” Does this mean he’s going to end up with a sex toy waiting for him on his cellar door, now? She doesn’t know. If it amuses her, maybe.

[tolduimapsycho]

"Oh really?"

The smile she gets back is wry, so wry. There is booze on his breath, and the heady scent of his cologne, and the mantle of darkness that clings to him, writhing and reaching out as she pulls close to him.

But those eyes? They're dark, and full of malice, not playfulness.

Well, maybe a little playfulness.

"I'm learning plenty of interesting things about you, too. As we speak."

[pythianwoman]

Zoey’s not afraid of him. The malice in his dark eyes doesn’t faze her. Doesn’t scare her. It should, probably. But it doesn’t. She just… stays there, so close, and breathes in the scent of him; the booze on his breath and his cologne, and the darkness that clings to him. Unflinching. “Oh yes, really.” For as little as is going on here (apart from the occasional… bit of chaos), her life is certainly eventful.

“Sure you are.” It’s spoken easily, a little bit cheekily. Still there, so close to him. “Usually people use conversation to learn about someone else, Sunshine. Not delving into their psyche with the power of Darkness,” she retorts, unworried. “I know you’re still getting used to the whole being a people thing but you might give it a try sometime.”