Sorry, you probably told me. What was that? [ She’s never heard of it, but she’s no military expert, especially when it comes to British military. ]
You got them in service to your country. To the world, actually. To my people as well.
[ She wonders how much action he saw and if he saw any of the death camps, of the Jews as thin as skeletons. It’s not something she’s going to ask in bed. They’re having a nice night, and she’s sure he doesn’t want to reminisce about concentration camps.
Instead, she leans in and presses her lips to one of his scars. ]
[ OOC: their timelines are probably a little off for him to have been in WWII and this also be 1960, unless he was extremely young in the war or he’s older than he said he is, but we do what we want. Timelines, schmimelines. ]
Special air service. Technically I shouldn't even tell you that I was a part of that as much of the information about SAS is classified but....fuck it.
[He says with a sigh and leans his head against hers.]
We were the men who did things others wouldn't. Covert surveillance, close-combat fighting, hostage rescue and special reconnaissance.
[ooc: in Pennyworth he says he joined up in the service at age 16 and was there for ten years, so the timing probably doesn't work but like you said we do what we want 😁]
[He knows she's making a joke but considering some of the cloak and dagger bullshit he's endured he doesn't find it funny, but he doesn't want to be rude so he huffs out a small laugh and shakes his head.]
No, you're safe.
[The feeling of her fingers in his hair is soft, soothing and he closes his eyes briefly.]
I got picked right near the end of my training, I guess they saw something in me that matched with their qualifications.
[There's a small pause as her little joke breaks through some of the serious mood that this particular topic always brings up inside him and he laughs, tilting his head to kiss her forehead.]
No, thankfully they had nothing to do with that. I come by that through my own training.
[ It’s too serious of a topic for pillow talk. Midge cares about him and wants him to be able to discuss difficult subjects if they’re on his mind, but right now it seems that both of them would rather talk about something more pleasant.
Midge picks up his hand and holds it to her lips, kissing the palm. Then, she moves it gently down between her legs until he’s cupping her warmth. ]
You wanna show me what you learned in your training?
[ooc: it feels like a good moment to end on, especially since this thread is almost at 200 comments. XD And I figured I'd just keep an eye on what memes you put her on, unless you had a specific idea you'd like to do?]
[ I don’t think I have a specific idea at the moment, but I’ll let you know if something comes up. Otherwise, I put her on a lot of memes, and you’re welcome to throw him at her any time! ]
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You got them in service to your country. To the world, actually. To my people as well.
[ She wonders how much action he saw and if he saw any of the death camps, of the Jews as thin as skeletons. It’s not something she’s going to ask in bed. They’re having a nice night, and she’s sure he doesn’t want to reminisce about concentration camps.
Instead, she leans in and presses her lips to one of his scars. ]
[ OOC: their timelines are probably a little off for him to have been in WWII and this also be 1960, unless he was extremely young in the war or he’s older than he said he is, but we do what we want. Timelines, schmimelines. ]
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[He says with a sigh and leans his head against hers.]
We were the men who did things others wouldn't. Covert surveillance, close-combat fighting, hostage rescue and special reconnaissance.
[ooc: in Pennyworth he says he joined up in the service at age 16 and was there for ten years, so the timing probably doesn't work but like you said we do what we want 😁]
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[ She’s not planning on telling anyone anyway.
When he puts his forehead against hers, Midge reaches up and strokes her fingers though his hair. ]
That doesn’t sound like a unit that you sign up for or get drafted into. How did you get picked for that?
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No, you're safe.
[The feeling of her fingers in his hair is soft, soothing and he closes his eyes briefly.]
I got picked right near the end of my training, I guess they saw something in me that matched with their qualifications.
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[ Admittedly, she hasn’t seen that side of him yet. He’s not a huge, bulky guy, but he must know how to fight. ]
Probably not your ability to make women come very easily.
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No, thankfully they had nothing to do with that. I come by that through my own training.
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[ It’s too serious of a topic for pillow talk. Midge cares about him and wants him to be able to discuss difficult subjects if they’re on his mind, but right now it seems that both of them would rather talk about something more pleasant.
Midge picks up his hand and holds it to her lips, kissing the palm. Then, she moves it gently down between her legs until he’s cupping her warmth. ]
You wanna show me what you learned in your training?
ooc: shall we end this thread here? ;)
Absolutely.
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And I figured I'd just keep an eye on what memes you put her on, unless you had a specific idea you'd like to do?]
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