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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You live with him, don't you?

[ A raised eyebrow. ]

If I were to go home with you, would he be upset?

[ Nigel takes another, measured sip of tea and then settles his cup back into its saucer. He considers what he's about to say next before speaking -- a first in the entirety of their conversation. ]

Yes, we share a flat together. Back at school we were roommates and boarded together for a time. [ He seems to be measuring her reaction. ] We don't make it a habit of bringing friends round.

[ Cameron nods, slowly. She doesn't seem upset; honestly she was shocked at how many people have managed to come and go from the house she's in since she arrived. ]

I see. Would you need to ask him first, then, or is it a possibility best left alone?

Edited 2009-11-08 00:26 (UTC)

[ Normally, Nigel wouldn't even bother entertaining the prospect of asking Alex. But, tonight, he does. ]

I can ask. I imagine he'd be very cross with me otherwise, and recently we haven't been getting on as well as usual. [ He waves a hand through the air, vaguely indicating his face. Nigel stares at Cameron for a moment. ]

Is it because you want to meet him? [ A beat. ] Or do you want to be alone with me?

Yes, that is one of the reasons I asked.

[ She gives Nigel a slight smile. ]

Both. Though the latter more than the former, I will admit.

[ Nigel stares at Cameron and her small smile, chewing the inside of his cheek idly as he does so. After a moment, he turns to fish his mobile out of his pocket and then stands, motioning to a small alcove near the entrance to the bathrooms. ]

A moment, Cameron.

[ He goes to call Alex. ]

[ Cameron watches Nigel's apparent...pause, bordering on apprehension, and she takes the time he uses to call Alex to consider her motivations behind this decision. She still feels mildly contact starved; several years of not being touched except during times of emotional distress on her part or slight gestures of comfort from long before she arrived in the City. She is bothered, more than a little bit, by the guilt and the discomfort she is certain will be exposed by Xavin when the other girl returns.

It will never not be complicated. With Nigel it is distinctly uncomplicated and part of Cameron can appreciate that.

Another part of her feels that he should have a less abstract understanding of sex in general, asexual or not.

So she waits, and finishes her drink in contemplative silence. ]

[ The call takes longer than Nigel would have liked -- his conversation with Alex derailed slightly by his oddly placating mood. It bothers Nigel, like an itch in the back of his head he can't scratch. He can tell that there's something wrong, or some new variable introduced to the system that he can't put his finger on. He can also tell that -- whatever it is -- Alex isn't telling.

When he comes back to the table, he's frowning slightly and distracted. ]

[ The change in mood and the length of the phone conversation have not gone unnoticed by her. She considers this, taking in all the possibilities and the variables she is aware of before speaking, quietly. ]

He agreed. Perhaps easily. And you don't know why.

[ Nigel sucks on the inside of his bottom lip silently and considers the bottom of his tea -- the cup already cooled to an unappealing temperature. He pushes it away by its saucer and speaks, a little distractedly. ]

Yes. [ Admittedly, Nigel's mood is more than a little tinged with jealousy at the mention of Desire. ] He's in a mood. A good one.

[ He looks back up at Cameron and shakes his head, trying to clear the expression off his face. ] No matter.

[ She tilts her head down a bit, still looking at and maintaining eye contact with Nigel. ]

Hmm. It is a matter of concern and curiosity, but perhaps not one to spend a great deal of time considering tonight, my friend.

[ A brush of her fingers over the back of his hand. ]

Should we go?

[ Nigel frowns again looking off before nodding, slowly in agreement. ]

You're right. Jack will tell me if he intends to tell me, when he intends to tell me. Otherwise it's like trying to draw blood from a stone.

[ Looking back down at Cameron's hand he moves to cover it with his. He nods again before standing, moving to pull Cameron's chair out for her. ]

Yes. Let's.

[ Cameron smiles at the gesture, at the agreement, before she stands and takes Nigel's hand in her own. Heading out, then, to the bus and then to see the place Nigel currently calls home.

It should be an interesting night. ]

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