capeandcowl | [the twenty-first] / [video]

[His eyes are peeking betwixt ungloved fingers, wide and wild. Edward does not blink throughout the entire transmission, but his pupils are consistently darting to and fro, darting about at a hummingbird’s pace. He looks disheveled, wretched and yet glowing with some intangible, nigh-golden force.]

I can—I have tried—over these past few hours—youhavetounderstanditisalotto—

[A pause. He seems captivated by something; he takes a deep, sensual breath.]

Cameron—who? Their safety—John and—and—Kyle and GLaDOS and who--? That can’t stop the cold. The lonely—that feeling won’t—look, I’m sorry—

[Grabs at the communicator, shaking it.]

Don’t. Don’t ignore this. The Porter—Don’t attack. I can see it, feel it, God it’s almost like being it, Alastair, don’t yield to that—It can’t end well—bloody hell, someone stop him! Someone stop it.

[A crack in his voice; the strain is apparent.]

Desire. Please. Stop it.

ooc || Eddie’s been hooked to the Threshold! That means he’ll be spewing desires from this permissions post throughout the span of comments here. If your desire wasn’t mentioned in the opening (didn’t want to bullet the material) fret not! Eddie will be sure to play the sibyl to someone.

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Like the choice you made in favor of alcoholism?

I can still smell it on you, Stark.

[ His voice is cold and very hard. ]

I have not drank.

[Whereas Eddie's voice is mocking and light.]

But you want to. The need radiates from the fibers of your heart. What is it, Stark? What's the appeal? The warmth? The escapism?

Or the momentary belief of confidence, that you could actually accomplish what you wanted to?

[ Touching on it. Ding! Ding! He's going to ignore it. ]

If that were the case, than I wouldn't have done more since I stopped.

Oh please, Tony Stark, you are merely a cog of the machine already in motion. Probability demands that a man as prolific as yourself ought to succeed at something now and then.

Question: when were you most happy with yourself? Embroiled in a Dionysian drunken evening or right now, with everything you know about your shortcomings?

The former, but you know when I'm the most miserable?

Right after that evening.

Oh, Tony.

Oh, Tony.

I've been in asylums and I haven't seen someone quite as sad as you are. My congratulations.

I'd be insulted, but you're not one to talk, if you've been in the Asylum.

Visiting.

Yet you're one of Delirium's.

So is Os-- [Crap.]

Coincidence.

So is...Os [ Oh he draws this out. Enjoying it. ] born? Everyone knows he's insane.

Is it? It doesn't exactly seem that way.

You ought to tread carefully, Stark.

Going to tell me more of the things I know about myself, Nygma?

I just like you knowing I know.

What, do you think it gives you power over me?

I know what you most desire.

That's something.

Right, that's pretty on-par for most alcoholics. It's not a revelation or anything.

The other things, Stark.

Maybe you should inform me.

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