There was a moment when she looked at him and he wondered if they were going to delve into a discussion of something deeper, but then it passed. She broke eye contact then physical contact, and the tension behind the moment seemed to dissipate as she refilled their glasses. He was struck by the thought, apropos of nothing, that he ought to take this opportunity to leave — but before the thought had even fully formed he was aware that he would not. He didn't know why. There wasn't anything lingering in the back of his mind that he wanted to accomplish with this liaison, necessarily; he had arrived to it without forethought or agenda, so there was nothing holding him here except whatever had drawn him in the first place.
Sophia was discussing patents, and Ozymandias pretended only casual interest until she said aha. Thinking she had found them in a drawer, he sat up straight and leaned forward, eager for a look — but she had only found a cigarette, and then he was left feeling a bit sheepish about how he had reacted. He tried to brush past it by moving towards her and taking both a cigarette from the drawer, which he waited for her to help him light, and the refilled glass, but though he had brushed past it physically he was still feeling slightly self-conscious about his interest in the patents when she had stated quite plainly they were a ruse on her end.
"I did try to recreate the effect," he admitted. "Though I don't know what I planned to do with it if I'd gotten it to work. I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Reliving that trick of yours in the catwalks. The feeling of it." He leaned against the edge of the bar cart. He was looking off at the corner of the room rather than at her, but they were close enough that he could feel the way she was standing and get a sense of her body language without having to look. "I didn't know if it was the powder that enchanted me or if it was you," he continued, deliberately. Oz didn't know when or why he had decided to say this, but he was certainly only going to say it once, so it was important to be clear. "Given the way we left things I couldn't admit to being obsessed with you, so — I turned to invention."
Sophia was discussing patents, and Ozymandias pretended only casual interest until she said aha. Thinking she had found them in a drawer, he sat up straight and leaned forward, eager for a look — but she had only found a cigarette, and then he was left feeling a bit sheepish about how he had reacted. He tried to brush past it by moving towards her and taking both a cigarette from the drawer, which he waited for her to help him light, and the refilled glass, but though he had brushed past it physically he was still feeling slightly self-conscious about his interest in the patents when she had stated quite plainly they were a ruse on her end.
"I did try to recreate the effect," he admitted. "Though I don't know what I planned to do with it if I'd gotten it to work. I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Reliving that trick of yours in the catwalks. The feeling of it." He leaned against the edge of the bar cart. He was looking off at the corner of the room rather than at her, but they were close enough that he could feel the way she was standing and get a sense of her body language without having to look. "I didn't know if it was the powder that enchanted me or if it was you," he continued, deliberately. Oz didn't know when or why he had decided to say this, but he was certainly only going to say it once, so it was important to be clear. "Given the way we left things I couldn't admit to being obsessed with you, so — I turned to invention."
MJ is the light of my life <3