[ the look she offers him is darkened and daring. sorely misjudged, he says, and peggy isn't interested in prolonging a contest over which one of them is more likely to wreck the other first or worst. it's crass and it's unbecoming for her to sit here and spill her guts for the dead when he's got dead of his own.
the truth is that even if she has misjudged the quality his person, that doesn't mean he hasn't also misjudged the quality of hers. it's far more likely that they've both just about managed a pleasant(ish) fiction on their wednesday evenings.
peggy very nearly signals for him to take a ruddy seat, already, but some lines perhaps can't be crossed in his quarters. not now -- not when he's already courting her anger with a kind of precise familiarity she'd not realized she'd allowed him to gain. it's working, and as such it's difficult to say whether the colour in her cheeks is due to her temper or her lack of temperance.
against her better angels and finer judgement, she rises to her feet. if she's going to be heard, if she's going to be seen, then it had damned well better be on equal footing. as equal as it can be when he still has a few inches on her, even after the heels are accounted for. ]
You said something at the bathhouse. [ she steams forward with her irritation still foregrounded in her tone -- as though it's a true aggravation to be put into a position where she has to speak even this much plain truth. ] You said I was important to you. Well, you're important to me, too, you know.
[ one hand on her hip, the other loose and useless as her side. she should have said it then, perhaps. if so, that's on her. ]
And it's why I'm not trying to distract you when I insist once more that, for Heaven's sake, Wonderland isn't the place for it.
[ romance, love songs, dancing, getting her fingers once again twisted up in the collar of his shirt. none of it. ]
Because -- [ oh, bloody hell. her mouth settles into an earnest frown when she realizes, in a flash, how the best explanation is among the cruelest. at the very least, she has the good sense to appear apologetic before she speaks. ] Liability reasons, Mister Hunter.
[ theirs isn't the endearing love story. it belongs to some other rip hunter and some other peggy carter -- mayflies who were never meant to exist beyond the walls of their event. ]
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the truth is that even if she has misjudged the quality his person, that doesn't mean he hasn't also misjudged the quality of hers. it's far more likely that they've both just about managed a pleasant(ish) fiction on their wednesday evenings.
peggy very nearly signals for him to take a ruddy seat, already, but some lines perhaps can't be crossed in his quarters. not now -- not when he's already courting her anger with a kind of precise familiarity she'd not realized she'd allowed him to gain. it's working, and as such it's difficult to say whether the colour in her cheeks is due to her temper or her lack of temperance.
against her better angels and finer judgement, she rises to her feet. if she's going to be heard, if she's going to be seen, then it had damned well better be on equal footing. as equal as it can be when he still has a few inches on her, even after the heels are accounted for. ]
You said something at the bathhouse. [ she steams forward with her irritation still foregrounded in her tone -- as though it's a true aggravation to be put into a position where she has to speak even this much plain truth. ] You said I was important to you. Well, you're important to me, too, you know.
[ one hand on her hip, the other loose and useless as her side. she should have said it then, perhaps. if so, that's on her. ]
And it's why I'm not trying to distract you when I insist once more that, for Heaven's sake, Wonderland isn't the place for it.
[ romance, love songs, dancing, getting her fingers once again twisted up in the collar of his shirt. none of it. ]
Because -- [ oh, bloody hell. her mouth settles into an earnest frown when she realizes, in a flash, how the best explanation is among the cruelest. at the very least, she has the good sense to appear apologetic before she speaks. ] Liability reasons, Mister Hunter.
[ theirs isn't the endearing love story. it belongs to some other rip hunter and some other peggy carter -- mayflies who were never meant to exist beyond the walls of their event. ]