[He lets the bottle go and his gaze cuts away, a sharp, decisive separation. The glass base clicks where it meets the bartop and Bruce feels the same hand from only moments earlier ram his knee into the wood again. Feels bone connect in precisely the same place.
You can stop pretending. I know you're afraid. It's been many years since he last saw Silver St Cloud, but her voice sounds exactly the way he remembers it. This much is true of every voice he's heard so far- they're trapped in time, repeating conversations that have already happened instead of reacting to what's around him now. Every time Bruce has heard them he's picked through his memories, trying to place the precise moment that this snippet of dialogue occurred. It helps, to distinguish the difference between figment and reality.
Bruce reaches for the creme de cacao and pours, a dutiful three-quarters. And then he reaches for the cream liquor, topping each shot glass to the rim.]
That's the secret. Things like this are better when they're mixed.
[Then, as if to prove his point, Bruce takes his glass and raises it in a small toast. For the first time since their standoff he meets Vanitas's unnatural yellow gaze. And then he drinks it.]
no subject
You can stop pretending. I know you're afraid.
It's been many years since he last saw Silver St Cloud, but her voice sounds exactly the way he remembers it. This much is true of every voice he's heard so far- they're trapped in time, repeating conversations that have already happened instead of reacting to what's around him now. Every time Bruce has heard them he's picked through his memories, trying to place the precise moment that this snippet of dialogue occurred. It helps, to distinguish the difference between figment and reality.
Bruce reaches for the creme de cacao and pours, a dutiful three-quarters. And then he reaches for the cream liquor, topping each shot glass to the rim.]
That's the secret. Things like this are better when they're mixed.
[Then, as if to prove his point, Bruce takes his glass and raises it in a small toast. For the first time since their standoff he meets Vanitas's unnatural yellow gaze. And then he drinks it.]