greatexpectations | zari tarazi

He laughs with her, knowing as well as she does that it would never happen. Not like he even knows how to beat up a steel man anyway. "Alright, alright, but that never leaves this room." His weakness for the Legends, despite how obvious it is to anyone with eyeballs in their head. John's mirth slowly dies down as he picks up on Zari's distress, understanding all too intimately why it is she's upset. "He will, luv, just give it some time. In the mean while, we could always set him up with someone new..."

John thinks it over, wondering if there's anyone they know already that's single and wouldn't mind how ridiculously energetic Nate is.

"He's always talking about Dionysus, not that I usually advocate for courting deity..." Still, they seemed to have a special connection!!

She rolls her eyes and doesn't dignify that with a response. They both know everyone is aware on some level with the exception of Mick and Book Club lady. The suggestion actually cheers her up. Zari is shocked she didn't think of it herself. In her defense, the Nate situation does stress her out.

She smiles deviously. A plan is already fermenting in her brain to make this happen. "That's actually not a terrible idea. Sure, Dion makes him act like an idiot, but honesty I couldn't tell the difference between frat boy and normal Nate. They're both really impressionable." She claps her hands together in excitement. "We should steal his phone and set up a date."

"...And here I was just going to summon him." It's probably more casual her way, but his way was more fun!! "Worth a shot either way, yeah?" Ever since Ray left, John notices Nate being more subdued. Because he knows way too much about these idiots no matter how much he tries to stay out of their lives...

"My way actually gives their rebound a chance not to suck so we're doing it." She says like the deceit is going to build a lasting relationship. Zari knows it's likely destined to fail. Dion is a Greek god. They are as fickle as they come. It will at least make Nate less obsessed with her. That's all she can ask for.

"Later." Zari adds as she realizes Nate is getting close to ruining her cuddle time. "Like tomorrow later. We're busy doing important things right now." Like holding her!!!

"Sorry, sorry," he soothes her, redoubling his efforts to coil around her comfortably, shoving some cards off the bed accidentally in the process. He nuzzles against her cheek and resettles at her side. "Got distracted - won't happen again."

"It better not." Zari warns as she rubs her cheek against his. The scratch from his stubble guarantees she can only do it once. Worth it tho!! "I demand my drama-free cuddles." Her eyes do trail down to the cards that toppled over. "They're not going to be mad we dropped them on the floor, right?"

He shivers at that scrape, eyes closing briefly as he squeezes her too hard for a second before letting the embrace loosen again. Drama free might be a tall order, but for once he declines to say anything.

"...Most probably not." John does actually make an effort not to keep items here with any type of malevolent properties, but things do slip through the cracks occasionally. "Let's nap then do another reading, see if anything's changed."

Sometimes he reminds her of a little kid clinging to their favorite thing. Zari used to hug her dragon too hard too before she knew better. She wouldn't dream of calling John out on it. The influencer hums as she considers his very amazing suggestion. "Hmmm... bossy, but okay. I do love naps." Her eyes are already fluttering shut, moving her hands to secure a hold on his arms. Like he's letting go anytime soon.

She suddenly realizes something and adds in sweetly, "Hey, since you're the former rock star maybe you want to sing me to sleep?" She suggests like she hasn't trained herself extensively to fall asleep at the drop of a hat.

"I'm allowed to be bossy sometimes," he complains without any substance, going about finding a comfortable spot on her shoulder to lay on when she gets to the next part and he freezes. Then he chuckles nervously, unsure at first if she's serious. "Our music wasn't exactly lullaby material, if you'll recall."

But no one's ever asked that of him before and it isn't as though it would be a huge burden... Especially since he knows Zari will be asleep in seconds whether he complies or not. Then a strange memory creeps into his head and he doublechecks, "Promise you're not putting one over on me?"

Zari's eyes pop open in annoyance. That actually lowkey offends her. She's trying to be a little romantic here. "What? No. I'm not playing a prank on you for a video. I just want to hear your voice before I sleep." She sounds a tad bit defensive about it. "It's not that weird."

It doesn't occur to him that people would be concerned about that sort of thing until after her defensiveness runs its course. John frowns, freeing one of his arms from their tangle to squeeze her opposite shoulder and kiss her throat sweetly.

"That was my weird thing, not yours," he assures her before calling up the lyrics of the song no one ever sung to him as a babe. Yet he remembers a certain nun singing it, it isn't tied to her just an odd callback that thankfully doesn't have any baggage attached. He sings soft and low, his voice a bit higher than one might expect when he isn't screaming punk songs. "Sleep oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall, Aeval from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall..."

She accepts the assurance with a pleased smile. It doesn't fade as he starts. That is exactly as sweet as she thought it would be. Zari exhales audibly as she settles in to listen for the next... ten seconds? Maybe fifteen before she is out like a light. It'll give her sweet dreams for sure.

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