originalbeachboy | for brave_heart

for brave_heart_verity

[Sandman could in fact not dance the maccarana atop the Empire State Building, because he couldn't dance the maccarana.

He could, however, easily appear at an open window atop an elongated pair of legs and seamlessly slip in a stream of sand into Verity's home. Force of habit as much as anything, his tendency to take the 'back entrance' to anywhere was one of the reasons he was so tricky to catch.]

Yo, doll! You around?

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[Only if someone brainwashes him into it- which knowing his luck will happen next week.]

Oh, I never said her name to you before, have I... That's my girl. Means 'alchemy' in Persian. Keemia Alvarado to the world, Keemia Marko to her, Princess to me.

That's a pretty name.

So he sends your daughter presents, you protect him when he's in the hospital, but you're still trying to convince the woman who always knows when it's a lie that you're not friends?

You're not that convincing, Flint.

...I'm convinced that power of yours aint' always right.

[Being brainwashed and crazy is hard, okay.]

It's never been wrong before. But whatever lets you sleep at night.

[Pity she can't yell the brainwashing outta him.]

[No, but considering all the crazy truth vs lie stuff that happens around her maybe one day. ~~That'd probably split him into a bunch of people~~]

As far as you know.

[Which comes with one of those huffs that means he's sulking. Sometimes he seems to know it's brainwashing. Maybe its worn off some, maybe he thinks that since no one ever wondered why he was suddenly a criminal again, why bother even trying to be a good guy?]

That's sort of the nature of the beast.

[She'll give him a minute before reaching over to touch his arm.]

Hey. Look. I know I don't know you too well yet, but I'm pretty sure you're not the kind of guy to pretend about that. Am I wrong?

Aww, I dunno. Who the hell knows who they really are? Maybe he was my friend, then he wasn't, now he is. Maybe if I say he wasn't my friend then and he thought I was his friend and I didn't it still counts as a lie.

[He can argue and huff and sulk all day. Doesn't change facts.]

Who cares? It's the past an' I'm supposed to be moving on.

You care. You wouldn't be so upset if you didn't. But I can't force you to talk to me about it.

[If sulking changed the facts, she'd never go outside again.]