"fucking pinky promise me, dammit." nelly has her pinky poised, pointed up right at him, and she's got a shockingly deep scowl on her expression for the matter at hand. "no more basement visits for me. swear it."
pinky promsies matter af || @weyvur
HOMELANDER DOESN'T PINKY PROMISE, DOESN'T HOLD UP PROMISES. At least not truly. Younger fans would crowd around him, yapping away about whatever the fuck was going on in their foolish lives. Promises that went unheard, and yet he wrapped his leather-gloved pinky around their smaller one. A SPRINKLE OF CHARM, ALONG WITH A FORCED SMILE.
But this isn't something Homelander could easily ignore, even if he wanted to. Icy hues flickered towards her pinky, as if he was examining it, waiting for it to leap at him like some rabid dog. What's this ? Doesn't last long; the way he was observing it, his eyes then darted back to Nelly's face when the mention of the basement suddenly became a nightmare in his own mind, taking him back ages. How many times had he begged to be let out of his own prison ? And how many promises did those Vought scientists make to a younger Homelander, and not one kept?
The scowl on her features, the demand for a promise. THAT IS TO BE KEPT. No more of the tortures, no more of rotting in the basement like some animal. A tilt of his head, the way he recognizes that they aren't so different.... in certain areas. The older blonde hero lifts his scarlet-gloved-covered hand, and without much hesitation, his larger pinky wraps around Nelly's- tightly. "I swear it." And it's not like his usual promises, where it is met with laser eyes and twisted lies. This felt sincere. Locking eyes with her, nodding his head to let her know no more basements. "No fucking more."
