mucked: (☂ you're not loving her)
Peggy Carter ([personal profile] mucked) wrote in [personal profile] directed 2017-11-27 01:09 am (UTC)

[ they are the both of them...disheveled. to say the least. peggy doesn't dare lift her hands off the outside of shoulders as she sits with one leg folded on the sofa cushion. her body twists to face him, a sudden absence of poise and posture permitted in the face of such a bizarre situation. not even the darting edge of his glare could coax any stiffness back into her body. whiskey and wantonness has banished it all. where the liquor had seized him earlier and still, peggy's just now sinking into her stupor. she'd started long after he did, after all.

speaking of! she nods her head towards the table. it houses not only his notes, her notes, but also two bottles. one emptied and one nearly-so. ]


Lechery, sir, it -- [ that is, the drink ] -- provokes, and unprovokes.

[ maybe it would be more merciful to tell him plainly what she thinks has happened. but, truth be told, it's all kinds of strange to be the person telling someone else what's gone awry with their own body. she's no physician, no nurse, no expert on anything except the ribald tales told around soldiers' campfires.

of course, she isn't accusing him of lechery. far-bloody-from it. nor is she calling him 'sir' in earnest which, let's be honest, would be a whole other kettle of fish. but why say a thing plainly when there's a perfectly applicable piece of good english drama that can say it for you? ]

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