poly_chromatic | 007 [Video] || My heart kept breaking. I threw it against the wall Can anyone feel me at all?

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007 [Video] || My heart kept breaking. I threw it against the wall Can anyone feel me at all?

I suppose it was just a matter of time before I got another reminder.

[The red head looks at from the phone to the thin box chain around her neck and the charm. A delicate fragile looking silver heart the size of a quarter with James' star in the center of it. The same one that he has on his shoulder back home, now miniaturized and placed in the center of a stupid metal heart on a chain around her neck. ]

This place... it never does quite let you get back on your feet before it knocks them back out from under you again. [This time? This time it's almost like a punch to the gut. James' star. Of course that's what she'd get.

Green eyes drift from the charm back to the device and she sighs. She's already wasted far too much time just staring. Letting the little heart spin around on the chain and watching as the image appears and vanishes from sight with every turn.]

A curse I'm assuming? Anything special I need to know?

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It's going around. Presumably you're going to want to take good care of it, but that's self-evident.

Right. [She drops the charm into her shirt.] I think I can manage that. It couldn't be any more difficult to care for than a rabbit right?

And unlike a rabbit, it's probably only for a day. At least you didn't try to make tea with it like Charles?

Well, there's that. [She laughs softly. Shaking her head.] I knew what it was as soon as I saw it.

So did I, but for different reasons. This place has a perverse sense of humor.

Yes. It does. Just when I was starting to feel a little more...well adjusted.

From what I've observed, that's directly counter to what this place wants.

[ Clint didn't know, not for certain, but he did suspect, and the familiar symbol tells him all that he needs to know. James passed through the City once, on one of the weekends where people come and go as soon as it's over, spilling future secrets that line up more with her world than his own. He's a lot of things, but he's not slow.

It hurts, a little, and he would be lying if he said it didn't. But he knows he's got no right to that, so he doesn't say anything that leans towards it. He knew, really, she never lied to him, always said love was for children, and he wonders if something between her and the Natasha he left at home align. ]

Wanna get drunk? Got a good shoulder here going to waste that could see someone crying on it.

Naturally, I should have known better than to think it wouldn't try to throw me.

It doesn't seem to help to know that it's trying to throw all of us.

[She looks from the charm to the screen, and gives a small lift of her shoulders. A tiny gesture, not really an apology as much as a 'what can I say?'.

This isn't her trying to hurt him, she wouldn't. This is The City. At least, she's fairly confident that he knows that.]

Are you in your room? [She's in hers.] I'd rather not drink.