š // *screaming*
Ed doesnāt remember how he wound up here, and by here he means lying sprawled over belly-up on his-slash-Raeās couch, chattering excitedly about nothing and everything. He just knows that itās taken a few drinks for him to get to this point; the world blurs at the edges, a mottled mosaic. Or maybe gaussian blur is a more apt description. Either way, heās drunk.
āā¦so the thing about Schrodingerās Cat is that everyone thinks the guy supported the theorem ā but he didnāt, and thatās what makes it so funny that everyone associates it with something like quantum mechanics I mean the main argument of the Copenhagen Interpretation basically says that observation forces a system into one possible state,ā breath, ābut then Schrodinger made the argument that cats canāt be alive or dead at the same time and essentially made up a logic error. But now everyone associates the guy with the very thing he was trying to debunk, and anyways, I just think thatās sad, like how people misspell Edgar Allan Poeās middle name with an āeā when really itās an āaā.ā Thereās a lot of wild hand movements as he speaks, which donāt necessarily articulate any of Edās points, but still ā he likes to have some sort of movement going on.
He blinks once. An upside-down Raven stares back at him, looking markedly unamused if not for the small smile that curves into the remnants of her black lipstick. And, of course, a huge grin breaks out over Edās face. āThis is like Spider-Man,ā he says to the Raven that looks as if sheās on the ceiling. But she isnāt, of course, gravity doesnāt work like that.
And then he moves before heās thinking, probably because drunk Ed immediately thinks of the iconic kiss in the first movie, hands reaching to cup the side of her face, brushing away strands of violet hair. For a split second itās nothing short of tender. And then his nose hits hers. āOw ā sorry,ā a slight slur and a laugh from the blonde.
Ed goes to pull away, as if heās coming to his senses, but Raven gives her own half-laugh ā something Ed has to STRAIN to hear, and then she closes the gap for him. Less awkward this time. Raven is grace at all times, her movements fluid. But his lips find hers and press, more firmly, a sweet sense of longing, and Ed has to admit he does feel kind of cool, like an actual Spider-Man but heās not about to let his nerdiness ruin the moment. He feels her hands against the back of his head, fingers working beneath blonde strands and is this what itās like to melt and what do I do with my hands? He reaches to try and do something but Raven pulls away before he gets a chance. A deep pit of longing bridles in his chest. She stares at him for a long moment before her eyebrows shoot into small peaks.
āMy lipstick,ā she says, pointing. Confused, Ed goes to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and sure enough thereās black smeared across the skin, proof that he didnāt just imagine the last few seconds of his life.
For all the talking Ed managed in the past few minutes, now all he can say is: āWow.ā
