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ohno-zombees:

notkrad:

[ WIP, IC] god, I hate how much i’m into their chemistry

See, but there’s so much there to enjoy —

Like okay.

For one: she’s straddling him. Now, I’ve been able to flip a grown man while doing MMA, but that was after five years of training three times a week, and even so, in a spar — it was a challenge I’m not inclined to repeat.

Hardin’s bigger, tougher, and it’s his day job to throw his weight around. So if Diane’s on top, unless she’s rocking the Xena Queen of Amazons thing, she’s there because he decided she ought to be.

Which then begs the question: why?

His hands are free, so he could conceivably do a gun block or defence and flip them over — either for some slapslapkiss style ravishing if he heels friendly, or just to cut to the chase and bounce her head off the concrete a few times if he doesn’t.

He’s even smirking/smiling, the lunatic fuck, which implies he’s not really too upset about the situation he finds himself in.

Which, curiously: Diane seems to be.

So the metas and the writers each have areas of interest —

Namely:

Why is Hardin okay with this? Why is Diane not okay with it? Why does he look so smug — which is to ask: just what sort of shitshow Kobayashi Maru has he backed her in to?

(Meanwhile the rest of us are here like, “pull the trigger piglet”)

(Firstly: your comments and tags always give me such life. <3)  With a disclaimer that I mightly enjoy whatever interpretation all y'all walk away with, my thoughts in return:

put simply, it’s a mindfuck move.  

Control doesn’t always mean physical control; sometimes - in the most base of ways - there’s nothing more gratifying to have someone on their knees and surrendered out of their own volition without even lifting so much a finger. Playing with deeply fucked power dynamics (what makes one profane or sacred?) (can you ever un-twist one if you were forced into enjoying it?) is a large part of IC, and for the first third, theirs does take center stage by dint of their stations.

He tends to use and discard people (women, especially), however, she by her status can’t be ignored as easily, and so that boredom shifts quickly into obsession. What would she do, if nudged in a corner of his making? (like a cat playing with a chipmunk in a remarkably high stakes game)?  How much of his spell is she under? What would break it, (or her?)  interrogation is a mind-game writ in the language of violence (ahah, mm, did I ever learn that perhaps a little too well writing Vau) - and he applies it to this field as surely and surgically as he does with dirty work elsewhere.

He has his own educated guesses on her - that she’s too emotionally attached, the poor girl - too weak - to ever actually pull the trigger or finish the job - and he lives for her realization that she’ll never be the master bluffer as he is.

(lies, all lies.)