Post by Murdoc on May 9, 2016 21:58:46 GMT -5
‘You look like you’re about to throw that remote control out the window.’
The hulking behemoth doesn’t even glance up from the screen. “I had considered it.”, he quips matter-of factly. As her hands reach forward to meet his broad shoulders, a smile begins to creep across his features as he attempts his hardest to quell the frustration rising inside his cranium. Leaning in, she rests her chin on the very top his head ... kneading at the sinewy muscles around the clavicle and back. “Oh, who am I kidding? I’m stumped.”. The admission comes like a bolt out of the blue.
“Let’s face it: this is the very first encounter between Nathan Saniti and Murdoc.” A simple “Mm-hmmmmmmmmm” lets him know to continue, as his mouth struggles to fight back the words coming forth. “This is a BIG DEAL, sweetheart.” A sage nod wiggles his head slightly, the video on the television flickering in both sets of eyes.
“I’m not arguing that. And you’re running out of time, no less.”, she laughs. “Tick-tock, tick-tock. WhatEVER shall you do?!” The giggles overtake her as he reaches up and lets his digits finds her most sensitive zones. The sides. Under the arms. The neck. He rises from the chair and turns to fully face her, only letting her catch her breath before being swallowed whole by maniacal chortles.
“I’m serious, Love.” Easier said than done as she recovers slowly but surely from the maelstrom foisted upon her by ticklish fingers. She does her best to put on the most serious business face she can muster, but only manages to parody her consort. The look catches Murdoc’s gaze and he goes to turn back towards the television with a sigh. Eira, having suddenly felt a pang of worry in such a reaction, quickly reaches out to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder again. “Oh, no. Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean - “
***
“You’re probably wondering what cute quote I have to describe my upcoming match.”
“What parable I am going to offer in the way of tearing down Nathan Saniti.”
“How many MEAN things I’m going to do.”
The masked monster nods slightly, the nodding turning into a sideways tilt of the head before facing front again.
“Hate to break it to you folks, but I have nothing. It’s funny. Nathan Saniti might be the closest to me in one regard: he can be a really mental sort. Get in your head. Confuse you, turn you every which way. I know a little bit about that.". He smiles underneath the metal grating shielding his mouth from view. “But from my point of view, there a just a FEW things that are working against Nathan Saniti at this particular point in time.”
“First, and most obviously, he’s got his hands full with Disney. Now I know, I’ve had some issues with certain cartoon characters ... ". Wink wink, nudge nudge. “ ... but none of them have ACTUALLY crucified me yet. Nailed me to the wall with legal fees, but not to a cross. You’ve got someone REALLY upset with you, sir. I bet you’re looking over your shoulder, down every alley.”
“It’s a shame. A damned shame, and I sincerely mean that, because you and I both know that you’re not coming into this match at one hundred percent. Hell, you’ll be lucky to be there at HALF that. Hands and feet both are going to be in a bad spot come Trauma. They’re still going to hurt. And I don’t know anything about the things you’ve been going through ... “
“... BUT I KNOW ENOUGH TO EXPLOIT IT.”
Boom.
“Wounded animals fight harder and Nathan? I want you to fight. I want you to fight your heart out. Because you signed THAT pound of flesh over to me MONTHS ago. I had to sit there and watch her in agony, shuffling and limping and WOUNDED before me. I’m going to have that in my head as I walk out to the ring. I’m going replay that video over and over and over and OVER in here." He gestures softly to his temple. "That’s what I’ve been doing all week. And it’s going to continue. I’m going to continue marching right on into Trauma 192 and ... oh god.”
The anger in his voice is palpable, thick.
“I swear I’m going to place that top hat on your chest and pull your heart out like a bunny rabbit.’
***
He places a hand on her own, almost as if to comfort her. “No no, sweetheart. I know you didn’t. You were just poking at me a little.” A nod from her shows him that his assessment was one hundred percent correct. “I just ... this is pretty important. There’s a lot riding on the match coming up and I have a lot on my mind and ...”. Sigh. “I can’t let this slip through my hands.” Nuzzling her cheek against the back of his hand, she lets out a soft and comforted breath.
“I know what you mean, Love. I’m sorry if it seems like I’m being too silly. I just don’t want you to stress out any more than you already are.” Her words sincere, he moves in close as the random brain explosion begins its’ slow motion detonation. “Plus there’s you and what’s going on HERE and how it’s going to look if I return in such dominant fashion only to lose in the second round and ...”
A slender finger reaches up, landing softly against his lips as he goes to swallow. “You’re thinking WAY too hard, my King. Just do what you always do to obstacles: shoulder the fuck through them. That’s the ONLY thing I can give you in the way of advice.” The clock sounds out and Eira pulls back ever so gently. “I had figured you were going to be down here the rest of the day. I set up an appointment with the doctor for a check-up. I can stay if you need me to, though ...” Through it all, he only just now is noticing that she is dressed to head into town. As ravishing and desirable as ever, he can’t help but smile.
“A check up. Hm. Has he been vetted?” SLAP. The sound of her hand striking his chest is enough to stagger him ever so subtly, a grin etched onto her features. “Why yes, SHE ... is a fantastic doctor. I like her; she does well with my brand of crazy.” He nods and watches as she begins to moves towards the stairs. “I’ll be home soon, Love. And we’ll -” Falling on deaf ears, her parting words. He’s glancing between her and the still frame on the television.
“ ... hey! Wait for me! I’m coming too. I want to meet this doctor; she sounds like trouble.”
It’s so easy to be pulled in different directions ...
... much harder to choose the right one.
