tushanshu_logs | calm before the

Characters: Brandon Sharpe and ~open~
Location: All over the place during the Storm System This is forward-dated a little to accommodate various timelines whoops!
Situation: Brandon is giving that Big Damn Hero thing a try. He's about ten shades of not sure if want.
Warnings/Rating: Brandon's attitude.
Notes: Not really anything. Fly at, have fun. PM me if you wanna hash out something a little more structured.

[So, maybe storms aren't the usual superhero fare, but Brandon wouldn't exactly be up for facing anything more threatening than the Condiment King (whoops, DC crossover) on a bad day at the moment. Between missing his team, the dead bodies on the altar, losing his shit for a week and all the really hard conversations he's had with Steph? He's sort of feeling the aster.

But when you're somebody that controls lightning, a little bad weather really can't get you down.

So maybe his suit's soaked and chafing in all the wrong places, but Brandon is out and about, helping people get to safety (still sort of weird) and diverting lightning strikes when he's in the area (less weird) and generally trying not to live up to Pym's expectations.

For which you can totally thank Stephanie Brown.]

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Fine, but you're both missing out on a great joke about gag reflexes.

[because they... choked... and because she's a terrible person.]

Steph!

[SCANDALIZED.]

Can we-- I mean, dinner table. Come on.

[God, he's surprised he's not the one leading the conversation down the dirty road.

He grins a bit, and says, quite obviously joking:]

What d'you know about gag reflexes? You look like you don't got one. [Nevermind. He sort of gives Brandon an amirite kind of look.]

Edited 2012-11-16 00:07 (UTC)

[She's almost laughing at Brandon being so scandalized, but her smile disappears at what Tommy says.

It's a joke, she knows it's supposed to be a joke, but it feels like an insult and she just... has absolutely no idea how to respond to it.She did kind of set him up for it but it's still--

Her expression is a little shocked, a lot unsure, and she casts a glance at Brandon that's pretty much the epitome of "help?"]

What's that supposed to mean?

Edited 2012-11-16 00:33 (UTC)

[Oops no he's a good boyfriend and he notices that immediately.]

It means Tommy's about to apologize.

[ISN'T HE.

Because implying a girl's good at sex is one thing, but what Tommy said feels like more than that. It's one step up from saying she's easy and that? Brandon is not okay with.]

[Yeah. Pretty much the moment he's said it, he regrets it. Sometimes he hates the fact that he doesn't think shit through.]

--For the record I was joking. [he pauses.] But it was a really fucking bad joke and I'm sorry. [He looks a little sheepish, and almost feels like he should probably just. End things here.]

I should probably go before I say something else really stupid.

I know you were, it's fine. [But her voice comes out a little flat, controlled, and after her first glance at Brandon she doesn't look at either of them.

She's not going to be insulted about someone thinking she has a lot of sex, because there's nothing wrong with having a lot of sex, but--

It kind of feels like he's just called her a slut, even if he didn't use that particular word, and she doesn't like how that makes her feel. It's been a while since anyone's said something like that to her.

She doesn't really have it in herself to tell him he can stay.]

[At least it's a decent apology, even if Brandon is still a little irritated. And one more look at Steph pretty much solidifies it.]

Just watch out for debris. It's still shitty out there.

[It's not a 'get out' so much as 'I agree with your tactical assessment to withdraw'. But he does nudge Steph's foot under the table in an attempt to get her to look at him properly.]

[He frowns at Steph and then pushes away from the table, disappearing to put his bowl at least in the sink, and then reappears just to catch what Brandon says. He rubs the back of his neck.]

Yeah. I'll bring your clothes back later.

[he pauses, biting his lip.]

Thanks for the food. [And then he's gone.]

[She ignores the nudge for the moment, following Tommy's movements instead, even if she can't actually see him until he stops moving.]

You're welcome. [She nearly adds "goodbye", but he's gone before she gets a chance, so she lets it go unsaid.

Instead, she rests her elbows on the table, drops her head into her hands, and lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.]

Fuck. Sorry.

[She's not quite sure what she's apologizing for, maybe just for - taking the joke too seriously.]

It's fine, it's cool.

[He gets up and goes to give her a hug because girlfrand. :(]

That was a supremely dickish thing to say and I'm like, the king of supremely dickish things. Trust me, you've got a right to be upset.

You're not the king of supremely dickish things.

[She sighs, but leans into the hug, appreciating it]

If nothing else, Shepherd's good at letting me know where my weak points are. [Between this and his last dumb comment.

It doesn't escape her notice that Damian has said a similar thing about weak points to her, but she doesn't dwell on it.]

I think you're contractually obligated to say that. Just like telling me I'm handsome or something.

[He kisses her hair.]

I guess that's something. One positive, right?

I don't remember signing a contract.

[This isn't some 50 Shades of Gray bullshit]

Just one. [and then because she doesn't really want to dwell on it:] You feeling any better?

[For having had something to eat, she's still a little worried about the whole getting struck by lightning thing]

[He laughs a little. He knows better than to say 'we could fix that'.]

There's only two other people alive that could handle being struck by lightning better than me. And that's Thor and Storm. I'm fine, I promise.

Edited 2012-11-19 13:44 (UTC)

If you're sure. [she kisses his cheek, then starts to collect the dishes to take them back to the kitchen] I promise I'll stop fussing over you soon.

[she just worries okay]

Can you fuss me into bed? I'm exhausted.

[There is actually no innuendo at all in that statement, if you can believe it.]

I could. Or you could take yourself to bed while fuss at the kitchen, and then I can join you in a couple of minutes. [She doesn't want to leave a mess lying around, but she's also not gonna make him wait while she cleans up.]

Deal.

[He's not even going to argue about sticking around to help with the dishes he is that tired. Instead he just kisses her cheek and heads for the bedroom.

By the time she's done he is going to be 110 percent passed the fuck out.]

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