6 - Like a bridge over troubled water

[ivysgarden]

[A Action - 508 Ricardo Street]

[Father's day. What a lovely day, isn't it? A day to show every men in your world how much you truly appreciate them, and having them in your life.

Guess who's decided to cook a complete, big and deliciously grease-filling American breakfast this morning, guys? And will you look at that- it doesn't even seem to be poisoned!

Maybe it's time to check if Ivy's got a fever.]


B Action - Flower shop]

[This seems to be a permanent option for her. 

Either way... if you're a man, and you're shopping at Annie's flower shop, you'll be sure to meet an overly-eager to please Pamela.]


[C Action - Jonathon's Tools]

[Father's day or not, Ivy still wants to get her new gardening tools. How is she supposed to fix the garden around her house otherwise.  But she's having a hard time convincing one of  the drones selling tools that she needs them, when he keeps on insisting a woman with tools like those could be dangerous!

She'd usually reply with a 'do you want me to show you how dangerous I can be?' but today... she can merely nod. Nod and huff.]

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♥ enjoy it while you can

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Of course it is.

[She quickly goes over and pecks his cheek] for the hard-working man. Happy father's day, dearest.

[And she goes over to get some orange juice ready. And coffee, since he seems to really like that.]

Feel free to tell me if there's anything else I can do for you today.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

"Father's day?"

But it's a Sunday. Wednesday's the All-Father's.

[He's confused, but rolling with it. Something odd's gotten into her today.]

...you haven't been droned, have you?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[She scoffs, and raises an eyebrow]

Do I look like I'm droned? [She grabs a chair and sits by him] It'll take a while until they can get their hands of me. I like having a personality, thank you.

[She takes a bite from the toast she made to herself.] It's father's day today. I don't know how it was where you... come from love, but today we take care of our beloved men.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

"Beloved?"

[He`s surprised. After the humiliating stories he told her whilr under the lipstick`s influence, he thought for sure she`d feel nothing but scorn and amusement. But this...even if he doesn`t love her, he gets a broad grin on his face. A real one.

Breakfast. A beautiful, willful, clever woman. Being counted, without prompting, among a man`s holiday. Being called a man by someone who knew about his history. It all makes him feel better than he has in a long time.]

Is that what you think of me?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[Amusement? Yes. Scorn? Not so much. She does love a good blackmailing, who doesn't? But what kind of feminist would she be if she judged Loki for using seduction to get what he wants when she did the same too many times to count?

The giving birth to a horse part was kind of weird... but that's being a God for you. Even if she wasn't half-droned, she doesn't judge him. She mostly... doesn't really care.]

But of course. What kind of wife would I be otherwise?

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Well. It wasn't like he wasn't expecting this eventually. It's sudden, but then again, he's Loki. Maybe she's got a thing for men who aren't men all the time. He's known women like that.

But...the last time she was this affectionate, he wound up cleaning the entire kitchen while he poured out his entire life's history. Loki feels a twinge of suspicion.

He munches on breakfast as he thinks, watching her.]

How do I know I can trust what you're saying to me? You're a clever one. Will I end up cleaning the rest of the house if I let you near me?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, no, no. I won't let you near any cleaning supplies if I can avoid it. You just enjoy your day, will you? You work hard for this family, and there's little I can do to return the favor.

[She tilts her head, smirking a bit]

But thank you for the flattering, dearest. Do you really think I'm clever?

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

Oh, certainly.

[He leans forward and grins.]

Clever and beautiful. It's a dangerous combination. I've got to be very careful around you. You got me last time -- me! That's saying something.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[She snorts] There hasn't been one man I haven't been able to get, yet.

[Well, there's actually been two. Batman... and Harvey Dent. They both reject her.

But he doesn't need to know that.]

You should be grateful, though. I don't usually let people go with just a few chores and some embarrassing stories.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[One eyebrow goes up.]

What do you usually do with them?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Let's just say they do not come to get another one.

[Because telling him she kills them so matter of fact-ly would be weird, even to her. She will if he asks, though.]

Did... did it bother you? [She duffenly feels so guilty. What if he dislikes her because of it? She only wanted to make him happy today...]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

The kiss? No way, I liked it just fine.

What came after, though, not so much. It's not often anyone gets my whole life story in one sitting.

...honestly, anyway. You should let me tell it again. I could make it much more interesting.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[And she's smiling again]

That's what I guessed.

And I don't see why not. But you seemed rather... miffed while explaining it. I can't understand why, though. You did all you did to save you you and your family.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

And look where it got me.

[He shakes his head, changing the subject.]

But enough about me. Let's talk about you. Where'd you learn that obedience magic? ....and what were you before you came to Mayfield? That skin's got me wondering.

Looks great on you, by the way. I meant to tell you that before you kissed me.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

It's not magic. It's poison.

[Her lips twitch upwards as she tilts her head] A rather soft one, if I say so myself. I could do many different things back at home with just a kiss.

And thank you, dearest. What kind of wife would I be if I didn't try my best to look pretty and please my husband?