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Lucky Spencer is with Lena Austen. They are preparing for a mission that does not have to do with one of the two, big open cases that the Crowbar has undertaken. It's nice to get a break from both of those cases despite knowing why they are so important to solve. They both seem so big and overwhelming. Progress to the next steps has been slow going at best.

They are in her room preparing for the mission and changing into appropriate clothing. It is straight forward enough mission. They have to go the bar and play their two roles while they get some information, hopefully a key that the one man supposedly always carries on him. Lucky has to be the observer. She is supposed to play the damsel in distress part. Lucky is there for backup and to get information from the people talking about the target while Lena goes a more direct route. He finishes buttoning the top buttons on his shirt. The ring that she gave him for Valentine's day is on one of his fingers along with the necklace that she gave him for Christmas.

Even if they turn out to have no secret powers to protect him, it comforts him to wear them both. He has gotten used to the solid weight against his chest and to playing with the ring while they have their big meetings or when he's waiting around on a stake out. It gives his hands something to do, which he needs more often than he can admit.

Lucky turns toward her, finishing up the last buttons of his shirt and freezing at the sight of the dress that she has on. It's hot and very short. "Does it have to be that-- Uh." Right, he will not be a jealous boyfriend here. He trusts her completely. It's thinking about how guys will look at her in that particular getup that makes him lineface if only slightly.

He reminds himself that he has her. How ever they look at her. It's him that gets to be with her in every sense of that word, not only what those guys would be thinking about.

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It shall happen! Somehow, someway. There should always be some adorable to go with the break and vice versa. "Our us-ness?" Lena echoes after him with a grin. "Oh, you master wordsmith, you. I believe picking up an exotic language is far more us than stamp collecting unless you want... my forehead to be glued permanently into the table."

Stamp collecting does sound kind of boring, and she doesn't do well with boring.

She is evidently teasing about his wordsmith skills. Muse-high or not, she's seen that he can write beautiful lyrics and more than that, he has his own way with words. What he says isn't ever peculiar, but it gets to the heart of things sometimes, and can be so frank and real she often forgets what days were like before she had conversations with him.

LMFAO, she will lock him entries whenever she updates the list or something so it can turn to action spam, okay. The narration promises it will happen. Just so Lucky can use this icon. (http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/107237907/31605868) Forever.

She smiles back at him half-heartedly, not finding it in herself to smile any brighter considering what they're talking about and how much this hurts him. Lena's grateful she gets through to him, would be frustrated with herself if she didn't, if somehow she failed in helping him see what is so obvious to her when it comes to him and who he is. But she deals with those struggles within her own self-views, so she can't really talk.

It's something they have to work at together.

"You shouldn't be okay with it, ever," Lena is quick to assure,. "I think there's so much violence everywhere, no matter what world it is. Yours or mine or this one. People can become desensitized to something that is otherwise wrong because it becomes a part of your day-to-day life. It shouldn't be okay with you." It took her a while to get it, to understand that love isn't pain. It can hurt and people can cause you pain but love itself is not pain. It's gentle and it wants the other person's well being far above your own. It's patient and it does no wrong and it waits and it hopes and it heals.

Someone that hurts you, be it with a fist or taking something that doesn't belong to you when you say no, doesn't love you. It doesn't matter if they're sorry for it later, if they say they don't mean it, if they explain they're having a bad day or they weren't being like themselves. There isn't a circumstance in the world that makes it okay, and Lucky is the kind of person to see that. He doesn't understand it because he doesn't have that kind of darkness in him, and she hopes he sees that, too.

Someday.

She'll keep reminding him.

"They were still your parents," she agrees in a soft murmur. The slight smile turns sweet, and she adds quietly, "And they brought you into the world and made you together, so you know. They both did something incredibly right."

Perfect, she'd be tempted to say, but that might be bias.

"It makes sense." Lena props her chin against her arm and grows thoughtful. It isn't as if she's ever lived her life within the parameters the law sets out. Both worlds she's lived in don't particularly acknowledge her existence, so who knows what she'd do if that changed? "I imagine policemen and... anybody working within the law enforcement would be frustrated to see little progress when they work so hard. But I also imagine it was really rewarding in its own way. Helping people by the book those times that it did work." She plays with the first button on his blouse, thoughtful again.

She thinks if she'd stayed human, if she'd lived outside of a supernatural world regarldess of which world that was, she would've been perfectly content just doing PI work. She doesn't think she's ever admitted that, and she doesn't often let herself think about it, but she would've been. Sometimes, she really does just want to be normal.