Post by Krähe on Oct 10, 2019 12:12:19 GMT -5
“Kiss, kiss me
Say you miss, miss me
Kiss me love, with heavenly affection
Hold, hold me close to you”
“What are you watching, and where’s Dicky."
Munin’s gaze jerked away from the screen to meet Krahe’s confused grey eyes. She contemplated being annoyed at his interruption, but quickly dismissed it, and instead patted the empty spot beside her in silent invitation.
With a shrug Krahe accepted the silent invitation, and observed the seen playing out on the silver screen with a mild curiosity.
Marilyn Monroe continued to seductively sing along with a record player in the movie. The scene apparently some form get together with the iconic blonde vixen as the focal point.
“It’s Niagara, it’s one of the first movies that Monroe ever got first billing in, Dicky went to bed."
“Just as well I, I needed a break. I didn’t realize you were a Monroe fan.”
Krahe grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl absently shoved his way.
“I’m not really, I just like this movie.”
Krahe grunts in acknowledgement. He found himself surprisingly caught up in the movie when a man stormed into the gathering, and destroyed the record Marilyn was singing along to.
“Ok I'm lost, what's this about? Aren’t these movies supposed to have dancing and sappy happy ever afters?”
Munin snorted at his question.
“That’s musicals, this is a noir. It’s about murder and betrayal, there are no happy dance numbers. Though now that you mention it...a happy dance about murder full Broadway fashion would be amazing.”
Munin glanced over to see his unamused arched brow, and sighed.
“Fine. Marilyn plays a woman named Rose who is married to an older veteran named George. That’s the guy who broke the record, he’s apparently prone to sudden burst of rage. They obviously have a volatile marriage, but you can’t fully blame George for that.”
Munin paused to chew and swallow a handful of kettle corn.
“Rose is cheating on him with a guy named Patrick.”
“And whose that?”
“That’s Polly, she’s on a belated honeymoon with her husband Ray. They ran into George and Rose when they arrived in Niagara earlier.”
Krahe waited for her to continue a moment, and tried to contain his frustration when she didn’t.
“Ok, what’s the dirt on them.”
“There isn’t any. They’re a happily married couple...innocents if anyone can truly be considered innocent.”
This answer seemed to unsettle Krahe, it hit a little too close to some of the thoughts that had plagued him lately. He was quite as the rest of the movie unfolded, Rose plotted George’s death with her lover Patrick, George overpowered Patrick killing him in self defense, and then George immediately fakes his own death. One dirty deed and betrayal after another lead up to George killing rose, abducting Polly, and finally steering a boat over the great waterfall to his own death.”
“So Polly and Ray were just innocents sucked into someone else’s shit show...”
“I wouldn’t say that, they could have avoided Rose and George. They made their choices-”
“But-”
“No Zachariah, every choice has its consequences. Whether the choice is made out of some arbitrary notion of what’s right and wrong has nothing to do with it. The world does not care about our good intentions. It deals with cause and effect, and leaves us to deal with the consequences of our actions and others. It’s true that sometimes there are true innocents that are simply the collateral damage of someone else’s choices. It isn’t fair…”
She trailed off to stare intently into Krahe’s eyes, and suddenly it was clear that they weren’t just speaking hypotheticals about a movie.
“But that’s life.”
She looked away from him and turned off the TV with a flick of the remote.
“We are not responsible for the actions of others, but we are responsible for our own actions and reactions. It’s as simple and convoluted as that.”
Krahe could only sit lost in his thoughts once more.
Munin picked up her bowl, and started to walk away, but her face softened at the sight of him.
“Don’t overthink it, some things are meant to be worked out in their own time.”
Her smile was gentle when she leaned down to kiss the back of his head. It wasn't the passionate kiss born from lust or romantic ideals, but it was love all the same.
“I’m proud of you.”
With that she left Krahe alone to stare at the dark screen in shock. One scarred hand reached back to rub the spot on the back of his head, and suddenly the know he didn’t even realize was forming in his stomach dissolved.
“Proud of what though?”
Say you miss, miss me
Kiss me love, with heavenly affection
Hold, hold me close to you”
“What are you watching, and where’s Dicky."
Munin’s gaze jerked away from the screen to meet Krahe’s confused grey eyes. She contemplated being annoyed at his interruption, but quickly dismissed it, and instead patted the empty spot beside her in silent invitation.
With a shrug Krahe accepted the silent invitation, and observed the seen playing out on the silver screen with a mild curiosity.
Marilyn Monroe continued to seductively sing along with a record player in the movie. The scene apparently some form get together with the iconic blonde vixen as the focal point.
“It’s Niagara, it’s one of the first movies that Monroe ever got first billing in, Dicky went to bed."
“Just as well I, I needed a break. I didn’t realize you were a Monroe fan.”
Krahe grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl absently shoved his way.
“I’m not really, I just like this movie.”
Krahe grunts in acknowledgement. He found himself surprisingly caught up in the movie when a man stormed into the gathering, and destroyed the record Marilyn was singing along to.
“Ok I'm lost, what's this about? Aren’t these movies supposed to have dancing and sappy happy ever afters?”
Munin snorted at his question.
“That’s musicals, this is a noir. It’s about murder and betrayal, there are no happy dance numbers. Though now that you mention it...a happy dance about murder full Broadway fashion would be amazing.”
Munin glanced over to see his unamused arched brow, and sighed.
“Fine. Marilyn plays a woman named Rose who is married to an older veteran named George. That’s the guy who broke the record, he’s apparently prone to sudden burst of rage. They obviously have a volatile marriage, but you can’t fully blame George for that.”
Munin paused to chew and swallow a handful of kettle corn.
“Rose is cheating on him with a guy named Patrick.”
“And whose that?”
“That’s Polly, she’s on a belated honeymoon with her husband Ray. They ran into George and Rose when they arrived in Niagara earlier.”
Krahe waited for her to continue a moment, and tried to contain his frustration when she didn’t.
“Ok, what’s the dirt on them.”
“There isn’t any. They’re a happily married couple...innocents if anyone can truly be considered innocent.”
This answer seemed to unsettle Krahe, it hit a little too close to some of the thoughts that had plagued him lately. He was quite as the rest of the movie unfolded, Rose plotted George’s death with her lover Patrick, George overpowered Patrick killing him in self defense, and then George immediately fakes his own death. One dirty deed and betrayal after another lead up to George killing rose, abducting Polly, and finally steering a boat over the great waterfall to his own death.”
“So Polly and Ray were just innocents sucked into someone else’s shit show...”
“I wouldn’t say that, they could have avoided Rose and George. They made their choices-”
“But-”
“No Zachariah, every choice has its consequences. Whether the choice is made out of some arbitrary notion of what’s right and wrong has nothing to do with it. The world does not care about our good intentions. It deals with cause and effect, and leaves us to deal with the consequences of our actions and others. It’s true that sometimes there are true innocents that are simply the collateral damage of someone else’s choices. It isn’t fair…”
She trailed off to stare intently into Krahe’s eyes, and suddenly it was clear that they weren’t just speaking hypotheticals about a movie.
“But that’s life.”
She looked away from him and turned off the TV with a flick of the remote.
“We are not responsible for the actions of others, but we are responsible for our own actions and reactions. It’s as simple and convoluted as that.”
Krahe could only sit lost in his thoughts once more.
Munin picked up her bowl, and started to walk away, but her face softened at the sight of him.
“Don’t overthink it, some things are meant to be worked out in their own time.”
Her smile was gentle when she leaned down to kiss the back of his head. It wasn't the passionate kiss born from lust or romantic ideals, but it was love all the same.
“I’m proud of you.”
With that she left Krahe alone to stare at the dark screen in shock. One scarred hand reached back to rub the spot on the back of his head, and suddenly the know he didn’t even realize was forming in his stomach dissolved.
“Proud of what though?”