[m o n s t e r] how -should- I {F E E L} |JOKER|

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D R E A M W E A V E R

A tender smile slipped on my lips, betraying my mind's constant battle to seem uninterested. But what's the point in that? Pretending to be something you're not, you're done with that, you already decided that. Don't hide from your emotions, Dream. Sata, my mother? I hadn't heard her voice since Spiritspawn. Wow. She chose a perfect time to come back, but she does have a point. When you feel something and you hide from it, that's living a lie, and after pretending to be light just to destroy light herds lost it's interest, I thought I'd banished pretending from my mind. Guess not. Oops. But it's still something I'd rather keep to myself, something personal, yet no matter how badly I wanted to, I couldn't shed the enthusiasm from my eyes but I did a pretty good job of hiding it from all my other features, to be completely modest. Fine, don't listen to me, you'll regret it. You always do. Well, the only time I didn't listen to her was... never. Ha, first time for everything.

Ghostly blue eyes strayed over his amethyst build, up to his emerald green eyes where they stayed while he approached and closed the distance between us. I wasn't a sore loser, not if I was losing to him, anyways. I wouldn't mind losing to him, come to think of it. He is gorgeous, and this is the first time I'll ever admit it. He's much better than Spiritspawn in many, many ways. All around better. (Watch, Spirit's going to come and kill me now for saying that. Irony. Oh well, I mean it.) I couldn't bring myself to pull my neck or skull away while he tugged at my locks, and even to my own astonishment, my muscles didn't tense up like before. No, I was completely and utterly relaxed. 'Vipress.' The way he said it assured me of what he'd decided would be his for the victory; me. For the first time in all my life, I was okay with that. Completely and utterly okay. Wow, this is so strange, even for me. I've never settled for second best... I tried to kill Spiritspawn for his title even while I was his lover, but this feeling...

It just seems as though I would never be able to do something like that to him. Anyone else, sure, yet there was something... unique about him. When he pulled away and backed off, shaking his skull, I wasn't concerned. This overwhelming surge of needing to be next to him, especially at this moment, washed over me, guided my limbs in silent yet graceful movement toward him, steady gaze on him. My shoulder blade pressed against his, muzzle parting and my teeth running over his hide in a comforting way. Something was out of the ordinary, or so it seemed, and I didn't know how to help yet I felt as though I should try. In the end, I settled with draping my skull over his back, best I could despite our differences in height. Once that feeling subsided, and something in me told me it was okay to back up, I returned to my normal spot, an innocent and smug grin on my face, as if to portray that I hadn't done anything. No, I was completely innocent of any act of affection. Or so I could pretend.

I willed that innocent look to cross my eyes, my one feature that always very eagerly betrayed me, and hoped it was enough to be successful as he re-approached, having settled whatever was bothering him. My hide shuddered slightly when his teeth worked on my hide, as if a fly had tapped the skin and created the instant response, but soon settled. What did he want for a prize...? I could guess a million things, but I think it would be best to be comical in a time like this, when I'm so eager to protect my emotions. Another race? That's quite a prize. The sarcasm was present in my voice, I made sure of that, because I don't want to come off as rude. That would be... damn I need another word for rude. Stupid vocabulary, you should come up with more words that I can think of off the top of my head just like that, right when I need them so I won't be redundant. Because you know, asking for another race with prizes after winning the first one would be kind of foolish, your luck would run out... if it was with another mare. I didn't want to say what I implied by that, I'd just let it hang in the air to let him mull it over.

My ears pricked forward, mischievous smirk crossing my muzzle since I'd just decided to give the act up. Joker... I started off, going deep into thought to get the words right. If you're implying that you want to go to, lets say... a picnic, I'd be more than a little disappointed. But, I have no say, because rules are rules and you won. That was a good way to start off, I think, but it would leave him a bit confused if I decided to end right there. I'll be merciful, though, and keep going. If you were implying that the prize was me to return to your homelands, Highlands of Darkened Forest, I would happily oblige. But, if you were implying we go right to Glitter Hideaway, I would be shocked, though I would have to go, and perhaps my opinion on you would be altered. The last bit had a bit of a scolding note in it, though I doubt that's what he wanted, with so many mares to chose from, plus I was just messing with his mind a little. What? Old habits die hard, that's all I can say on the matter. You can't tell me you've never wanted a little bit of entertainment, because I know you'd be lying right through your teeth and that just makes you a disgrace.

Besides, it's not like I'm doing it in the sense that I did with every other stallion. This time, I'm doing it in a sense that even I don't understand, and it's complicated to think it over. Let's keep it at I kinda like him, for real this time, instead of just a toy. But, let's not rush into anything. That would be bad.

[Halo]

Joker had been too involved in the battle with his own demons to fully comprehend the comforting affections Dream had offered to him during the struggle. They had been there though, and were in a way nice and even in all truth soothing (even if he won't admit it for his stubborn pride), settling into his mind to smugly prod him with suggestive winks and playful mockery. It'll be something brought up in dialogue at some point by the vehement hasslers that had so rudely taken to dwelling inside his head. Right now, though, he has other more important things to take care of, like assuring his precious treasure of his intentions and laying her suspicions to rest. He is finding the change in her tune quite scintillating, drawing out his interests even further to an undeniable point.

He lifts his muzzle from her shoulder where he had been resting it while she spoke, ears twitching slightly as he turns his head to blink at her with wide, green eyes that he purposefully fills with the innocence of someone who has never even heard of the things she would suppose him to be proposing. And then he can't hold the naive look any longer and the line of his mouth splits into an amused smirk as he stretches it out to bat her lightly under her chin. "As always your choice of words are for my marveling. But unfortunately I am tired of simply taking my mares so quickly, the fun is over too soon and then I am merely dealing with their incessent, constant whining about the whole ordeal as aftermath." He rolls his eyes and twitches his expression up into one of displeasure and irritation, but allows it to fall swiftly in order to resume...pleasant...conversation.

"And besides! I don't plan on making the same mistake twice when it comes to picking a special lady. The last time went terribly awry and the experience was not one I'd care to relive." He steps forth in order to bump his muscled shoulder lightly against hers, leaning his skull down to nip lightly at the fur upon her chest, nudging the spot then as if to make up for the not so friendly gesture. "Yet, I am faced with the strong realization that, though toys are fun they break too quickly to be enjoyed to the fullest. I think I'd much prefer the satisfaction of something more permenant." No matter the consequences that he'd have to endure from those that would not improve: namely Predator, Prank, and Sin. He never asked for their opinions anyway.
~Joker

(OOC: Sorry it's a little shorter than my last one and yours. But I didn't want to go too far and I thought this would be a good time for your Dream to respond. Oh...and in the second paragraph he's talking about Zanatha and False Hope [the two slave mares in his herd]. )

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D R E A M W E A V E R

Mares nowadays. So synthetic, like a well oiled machine meant to do exactly as it was for one use, then they break and fall into a squealing and nagging insistent begging to be fixed. Yes, that's exactly what I can compare mares to, especially the one's he's talking to. But if a mare is a well oiled machine that breaks, what's the stallion? I think he's the engineer that has his fun with the machine, tweaking and fixing it, molding it just how he wants it - then it breaks because it cannot handle the stress he's put upon it, gets bored and finds a new one. That's a perfect illustration for both genders. Yet there are the few who can escape, thank God or I would be bored out of my mind, the ones who actually have a life. From what he says, Joker has been stuck with broken machines that just keep breaking more, and he's tired of that. His last statement makes it seem as though he's found the perfect equine, one who'd escaped this stereotype I've created, but turned on him and became machine. Pity.

I say pity for the sake of being nice. One's pain is another's pleasure. She lucked out and lost him, and it seems I might be his next object of interest. With all modesty, if you just be yourself instead of what you think they want, your chances of getting on one you consider worth your times good side are very high. Enough logic for now, though, if I stall too long it'll be like I'm ignoring him. Oh yes, the aftermath. Another mach- I mean equine to take care of, and an unhappy forced mare who wants more for having borne your foal. I take pity on myself as being a mare, and thus to the untrained eye, falling under that classification. I had to correct myself on almost saying machines, and ended that part of speech with a tsk tsk. Yes, I do take pity on myself for that one thing, though I take pride in knowing I can easily break the stereotype for myself and be different if I so pleased.

A slight grin spread my muzzle, the innocent look sticking to my facial features, my ears pricked as I listened to his next words. We've all made mistakes in looking for that special someone. Mine used me as a shield, then abandoned me. Don't take it as a sob story, because it's not. If it was, I wouldn't be here with you. I mean... cookies anyone? I won't get too far into it, but I can pretty much assure you, if my thoughts stay the same, that experience wouldn't happen twice should I be that special lady. I can't say for any other mare, unless I've met them. Even if I had met them, I probably wouldn't tell you my true judgment of character on them for fear you'd rather have them, unless I thought it a perfect match and decided to be unselfish. But of course, I won't admit that either. My gaze followed him, muscles tensing slightly against the bite, my own muzzle parting and nipping at his forelock, tugging the strands and letting them fall between my lose grip. Maybe the toys you've found are already breaking, rusted up from use, and you just happen to be there when they reach their breaking point? If you want one that doesn't break, look at the stronger ones. A bit of advice on being a player, haha, probably not the thing I should say when I'm cooing over him in my mind.

{oOc} it's a good post =P I try to match your length with my posts ^^ Dream's like, totally falling for him but trying not to show it XD

[Halo]

The violet Lord doesn’t resent the tug on the lake-dampened strands of his forelock, not even twitching his head in unconcious aggravation as he finds the gesture rather appealing...as long as it is Dream’s gesture. Admitting that to himself is actually a little disturbing, his heart tweaking slightly with anxiety at the thought of Joker forcing it to open up even the slightest bit to allow a shadowy, traitorous mistress to slither on in. Doubts fill his mind, but he chooses to ignore them; he’s strong, he can handle this. Yeah, he’s pretty much a fool for giving a mare a chance to wheedle her way into a vulnerable, soft spot where she has the ability to tear him to shred from the inside if she were to suddenly desire it.

“I’m no coward, my beautiful vipress,” he assures with a smirk upon his face, “and I certainly can fight my battles without turning traitor to hide behind my beloved one like a coward.” There’s somewhat of a defense in his voice, but he hadn’t really meant it that way...because at that moment he might as well have been talking to her. He takes a step closer to press his shoulder against her, lifting his muzzle higher to rest his velvety kissers on the vixen’s forehead, like a romantic kiss. He closes his eyes and sighs heavily, rustling her bangs faintly with his ears flicking back and forth with disconcertion.

“Beautiful...” he mutters under his breath, thinking that he had thought it to himself rather than spoken it. And he sincerely appears oblivious to it, eyelids fluttering dreamily as the fortress wall around his heart gains a deep fissure to allow heat in to soften a fraction of his hidden heart. The warmed ooze fills the crack and threatens to push down the weakened wall. By the time he realizes his defenses are at a point of deterioration where he’s not sure he has the strength to fortify them again. And he realizes he might very well be in trouble.

Great! He’s falling for the song of the siren once again! She’s practically got him pulled over the edge of the ship and is drawing him towards the raging waters banging against the hull of the vessel. And she keeps calling him towards his doom, to drown him while never revealing the danger behind the romantic lyrics. What is he going to do? No! He can’t be a goner yet! He’s strong enough to fight this, he can keep her at arm’s length.
~Joker

(OOC: Hope this is okay...I kept getting distracted by family members. -_-‘)

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D R E A M W E A V E R

The feeling of that innocent look swept away, being replaced with a flood of relief. I don't very much like that, the sudden change of my mood he brings but not once a bad one to rise. With these overwhelming emotions can come instant heartbreak, as with Spiritspawn, though this would be a different type. The first cut is the deepest, they say, yet this just seems the exception of the rule. There is always one. A soft exhaling breath was given, forcing the thoughts out of my mind for the time being. I could dwell on them later, when the time was more appealing. I had a feeling you wouldn't be one to turn coward. Something about your presence... The words trailed off there, obviously leading to more thoughts that I decided to leave unspoken, because how embarrassing would it be if he had telepathy like Silver Mist and was mocking my thoughts? I doubt that's the case, it's just fun to create a scenario and protect your mind from imaginary invaders.

I'd come to accept and even... enjoy... his flesh touching mine, something I wouldn't even tolerate with others. The warmth that seemed to spread from contact when the distance was once again bridged, the moment his pelt blended with mine was just so sensual. Comforting, and I've never been comforted before. My gaze dropped from his, white lashes declining when my eyes closed, breathing in deeply. His steamy breath ruffled the fur on my forehead, my ears falling back though not out of discontent as usual, rather a feeling so strong words can't begin to describe it. That scares me, to the core, such vulnerability creeping up on me, though the urge not to fight it remained. That one word crossed my attention, though it wasn't something I was prepared to mock over. Instead, it caused the first real smile of enjoyment to cross my features. Do you think you can give it one more shot, and let me in? I don't know where those words came from, but I couldn't stop them after I'd uttered them. The words were soft and hushed, saturated with emotion and meaning.

Each breath seemed to touch my heart, my nerves extra sensitive as they were. Sure, this confused me, but I wasn't sure if I should fight it or let it be. Maybe I could play with them, see the advantages and disadvantages. I couldn't change them, emotions change hard for me. I can't hate without a reason after I've begun to like. My eyes flicked open, gaze settling on the surrounding lands. Everything seemed so new and fresh, yet it was still the same. I took a step backward, not tentatively nor out of disgust. I wanted to see his face. My ears flicked forward, searching his features for what seemed the first time though I clearly knew it wasn't. My ears pricked forth, and I could still feel that smile radiating in my facade. What a fool I would be if all this was some ploy, a trap to get me in and keep me from wanting to leave. Either way, I've fallen too far down to back out, and now it's like a prisoner in his cell, watching the guard walk down with the keys and not knowing if you've been sentenced to death row or set free.

[Halo]

Joker thinks he could just stay like this forever, would be content to have time freeze over just this once to preserve their moment, a moment both warming and terrifying. He’s accustomed to neither, but he has grown used to living on the edge, to tread upon the brink of danger; and Dreamweaver is definitely dangerous, but not in the way he would have thought. He feels this strange need come over him that urges him to keep her close, to protect her and to be the one to shield her at all costs to himself. Because, though she is strong of mind and body, she is...precious to him...while he still cannot understand why. These feelings he never felt when he was with Revair, a dark vixen bent on being her own boss, her own protector.

Her words take him slightly aback, though, catching him unawares with the unexpected potency in tone and texture and made more compelling as she steps back to look at him. Her eyes lock upon his and he cannot by any strength of his own pull away from the pale blue ice orbs that are pulling him effortlessly in, green voids wide and emotion exposed in them. He’s frightened, sincerely struck with panicking terror that grips his heart in a determined hold while he cannot control his stare, sensing as if his very soul is at her disposal to peer at and know. Joker tries to fight it, stamping his front hooves nervously , to absorb back into himself all the emotion and feeling so that she might not see it...so she won’t see the fear emanating from him in thick waves. (Fear is weakness...he just told her he was no coward...and now he shall prove himself a liar and a despicable, unworthy one at that?)

He swallows hard to try to rid his throat of the lump that had wedged itself in the way and yet it remains to leave him feeling breathless and vulnerable. He has to get it together, has to preserve what dignity he has left. ’Damn it.’ And with much, much difficulty he shuts his eyes and in his mind disrupts the connection that was draining his entire self in front of her. He can’t let that happen, he has to hold on. Slowly he allows the covers of his eyes to slide open, though now they are diverted away and hold weariness in them that had not been there before. “I-,” he tries but fails as it croaks out. ’Fool, fool, fool, fool, idiot! You didn’t listen to meeeee! Now you really look like a moron, Moron.’ Joker heaves a heavy sigh, the air quavering noticeably from inhale to exhale.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, points flickering back and holding their position there as his brow creases down in stern concentration. He hates himself, everything about himself from the way he has to uphold this Kingly image to the weaknesses that bind him as a peasant in a dungeon of weakness. Is there anything about himself that he can find likeable? He doesn’t see it. Joker’s emeralds flick over to look at Dream with embarrassment clearly written there. “I...want to...but I’m not...” worthy... Predator snickers in the back of his mind, but grumbles and crosses his imaginary arms and glares as his puppet moves against Dream’s comforting warmth, pressing the bridge of his head in the line of her shoulder. ’I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!’

’Lookit you went done and did, Pred! You turned him into jelly. Now how am I going to build on this and have fun?’ The childish trickster, Prank, grumbles and pouts. Sin just rolls her eyes and sits back, lounging and waiting for her chance to play a part or to get in on an argument where she doesn’t belong. Right now Predator and Prank can fight it out amongst themselves, it’s their tiff and she sees no enjoyment to be had from it just now.
~Joker

(OOC: Sorry it got wierd. >.> He was bound to break under Predator's tauntings sooner or later and it seems like it was now. >.< I wasn't in...control...of the situation. )

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D R E A M W E A V E R

With such a small build, it was easy for my pink hooves to shuffle over the ground without much notice. This I did, adjusting the weight between my legs for the sake of something to do while I absorbed the emotions that changed in his eyes, so that way I could make it easily seem like I was focusing on something else and could make an excuse, pretend I didn't see or notice what was happening. But I did. I noticed it all. It's strange, normally this would make me lose all interest and walk away right now, shoot some bitter words that were witty at the same time and be done to spread the word of how the dark lord was such a sap. Yet this time... this time I couldn't. I was bound to the spot, watching, like an actress who's partner just said something that wasn't in the script and she's bound looking for her own answer that would still suit character. But it wasn't like that... because, unlike the actress, I can relate. I can let my shield down and show all the doubts, fears, wants and desires, yet I haven't.

He has, and surprisingly, that's boosted my respect for him. For showing what I so long had prevented from showing, thought it a weakness. In certain company at certain circumstances, of course it's a weakness. But it doesn't feel like one here, it's so confusing and... tempting me to let that shield down as well, but I can't. It's not my turn, to put it bluntly. My undivided attention was absorbed in this one stallion, the outside world seemed to stop because my thoughts were running so deep. Everything seemed to be waiting, waiting for the crash of the wave to see if it was devastating, routine, or beautiful. This was the surge, when the wave begins to break and turns white, contemplating just what it wanted to do. Just by his lost of words, I'm beginning to see a shark swimming just beneath the surface, as if waiting to feast on my shattered hope. Something I hadn't had in far too long, and something so fragile it could be broken without warning. Maybe I wasn't all I'd portrayed to everyone, maybe I was a glass rose. No, only with him.

At this particular moment, it's like I have no hope, that shark's got his jaws wide open and the ocean's sweeping me in and the more I struggle, the more I tire. So I just wait for the devastating downfall, and what an ironic death after I've slain so many, to be slain by a sea murderer. Once his eyes shut, I know I've got no point in being here. I shouldn't have strayed so close, then the wave wouldn't have eaten me up and fed me to the shark. I would've been me. But you wouldn't know love. That's true, yet it's so costly. There must be some point in it, somewhere, if it doesn't kill you. I fell to hard too fast, that's where I made my mistake. I had my senses all on high alert, waiting for the rude remark that I thought would be coming even if I didn't want to hear it, because I couldn't ward it off and pretend it never happened. Not knowing was the worst part, always.

Don't be. My voice surprised me, I hadn't expected to speak, nor so quietly, dejectedly and lifelessly. That's not me... it may as well be now. The shark's got me, but it's like every moment that passes the teeth just sink deeper and deeper into my mind, causing more pain yet unable to kill me. Torture that you have to live with because the predator just doesn't want you dead yet. My eyes closed, just wishing this pain would kill me if the tormentor wouldn't, but when I opened my eyes, a spark of hope flashed through that illuminated the pain and restored the tiniest wavering flame of hope. Written in those brilliant jade eyes, the embarrassment could mean so many things, yet for the sake of my heart, I was hoping for the best. "I want to... but I'm not..." I assume he means ready, and that's like the final bandage coming off and showing that I've started to heal. Simply, I nod, because that's all I can manage. My voice would fail me now, and I'm afraid the old icy habits would resurface and betray my emotions.

After such a blow and what I hoped a recovery, my legs felt weak, ready to collapse though they didn't wobble and remained sturdy. That must be all the years of murders, watching deaths, having my father attempting to murder me... and seeing my mother die, otherwise I know I would fall. Those have strengthened me enough to be able to keep living, I guess. I stumbled slightly when he pressed his skull to my shoulder, just out of losing most of my strength from emotional trauma, though the warmth was comforting to my own mind. Normally, I would just bite him or kick him and leave, but I was bound to the spot again. My neck, usually arched, came out of it's hereditary position so my skull could extend to groom his neck, assuring myself of my own ideas and contemplations that perhaps not all hope was lost. I'm strong. I'm DreamWeaver. I can't just give up, not after all I've been through, and no matter what else I have left to go through. His sudden defenselessness seemed to fuel my determination to keep standing, because I know if he fell I would fall as well. Such a weakness this is...

[Halo]

Joker feels her stumble and lifts the weight of his head off her so that he is barely leaning on her, guilty for having set her even the slightest off balance. He is so much trouble, he does not need to cast her to the ground or harm her in any way. But the fact that she remains is comforting to his soul, acting as a soothing balm upon his inner wounds, the grooming upon his neck consoling and encouraging. And he feels slightly built up; she hasn’t left yet, maybe he is not as detestable to her as he certainly feels. ’Thank you,’ he thinks to himself, but his injured pride won’t give in this time so that he can vocalize the words for her ears.

He turns his head slightly to nibble on her in an affectionate manner. “Will you come back with me?” he asks softly, loud enough for her to hear. He gives her a choice. It is no longer about the prizes from some silly race, though he is somewhat grateful for the way that it opened up for him...for them, now it is simply about needing her to want to be with him in Highlands of Darkened Frost. That part of it seems more important than actually having her by his side. His heart yearns for a response of returned feeling, too discouraged from past endeavors of passion to go as gung ho as it once had.

He finds the strength to slowly lift his head from where it had hung to snuggle against the vixen, his Vipress, lipping the side of her muzzle with endearment. The Dark Lord’s harks point forward, waiting hopefully to hear the words he wishes to hear from her, clinging to that hope with everything he has, yet his mask returned to his façade enough so that he can hide it instead of furthering the damage to his ‘image’. (Image is everything when you are trying to build an empire of darkness that you want feared by those hearing of it.)
~Joker

(OOC: Sorry it’s not very good. My mind wasn’t working too well ‘cause I’m so tired.)

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D R E A M W E A V E R

This would be the moment of backstabbing that I brought on most, where once my grooming gestures got soft and gentle, my companion comfortable, I would lash out. The sudden urge to do so never struck me, it all seemed so natural that it didn't either. Throughout the entirety of each moment that passed, I couldn't even force those malicious intents up into my mind, let alone show them. Not if he's the only one around, I'm certain if another came about, I would recoil and glare at the other, though my affection toward Joker wouldn't disappear. Just wouldn't be as public. My headset changed once more, my muzzle nearly touching my chest, neck arched in true Arabic heredity, though it wasn't for looks that I was doing this. My neck snaked to the side slightly, allowing myself to be able to lip at his forelock when he relieved a bit of the weight from my shoulder. I didn't stumble from lack of strength, rather lack of will that was slowly but surely returning.

The race had entirely left my mind, the prizes and loses forgotten completely, nor did his words strike the memory. If he did remember, I'm not convinced it wouldn't come up in some playful taunting further on in the future. What reason would I have not to? You're perfect. I hadn't meant to say those last two words, though I did mean them and judging by the amount of emotion I could hear once, startled, I heard them uttered from my voice box, there was no doubt he could not take that sarcastically. I didn't bother to cover up like I normally would have, I'd rather leave them hanging in the stillness as I basked in their fading wonder. A half smile curved on my muzzle, feeling his own against mine and lipping at it. My eyes studied his green ones, watching the mask fall over his features and causing me to exhale sharply, my own eyes hardening with an emotionless glaze, yet to those who knew where to look, there would be a shimmer deep within their surface that only the well trained around me could see, those who knew me inside and out(in a non-perverted way, mind you.)

{oOc} it wasn't a bad post =P it was good ^^

[Halo]

It seems so strange to him that one could change so much right in front of someone when affections are budding in their hearts. Even the most rugged, rough and dark-hearted go all soft for the one they come to love, welcoming a weakness that they would normally shun if it were to be caused by any other around them. Selfish thoughts turn inside out and backwards, thoughts and goals changed for the sake of the other and not feel a hint of regret for it. Well...maybe just a small tinge of it...grief for the loss of a strength you had once held dear and sacred, that precious possession that had made you who you are. And then you wonder if maybe this part of you is actually a piece of your person that you had hidden from yourself until this moment.

Joker smiles as she speaks to him, completely satisfied with her answer and surprised by the elated feeling that forms in his chest in response to it. He ponders whether or not she knows how perfect she is to him, how wonderful she is and how she makes things feel just right between them. And the way she can still be soft towards him and he knows that sharp and sassy lady is still there, he can still find it there in her eyes, draws him closer towards her, makes him feel rather safe. Hey, the guy needs to feel safe, too, don’t you know?

He grunts quietly and straightens up slightly, lifting his head back to its former high glory and trying very hard to restore the smug grin on his face though his form and eyes still retain a softness when he looks or touches her. Joker touches his nose to hers and then pulls back, flicking his head in the direction north to where their home rests in wait for their return. He blinks and risks speaking. “Then...I wanna show you your new home. The kingdom would like to meet you.”
~Joker[/blockquote]