2019-05-27 - We're Not Like Other People

Summary:

Daisy and Alex reveal some truths about themselves

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Date: 2019-05-27
Location: Manhattan

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It was the middle of the night. After some weird shit happening and a final realization of what she was? She decided not to share the news and keep it to herself. Bad start to a relationship! But, after having showered and changed into something comfortable, Skye lays there in the dark, eyes closed attempting to will herself to sleep. She wasn't on edge, just excited, and also fearful. If, being inhuman finally meant belonging and having a family, that also meant it could be taken away.. which sucks.

*

Alex snores. Not super loudly or anything, but there's some definite noise coming from the back of his throat, and if Skye is already wakeful and irritated, this probably isn't helping. He's also quite obviously dreaming, which is interesting in itself to watch, as his eyes randomly flash brightly beneath his eyelids. Whether or not Skye has noticed this before depends on how often she wakes up in the middle of the night while he sleeps. However, after even a few minutes of her laying there decidedly not sleeping, Alex's eyes open, still brightly glowing. He might not even be awake. "You fear losing what you don't yet have." It's his voice, but it sounds empty. Hollow, even. He doesn't look at her directly, and is sitting straight up in his bed, otherwise motionless. Kind of creepy.

*

Skye does see it. He was strange after all. She wasn't sure if she loved him or not, it was all too soon to tell. Hell, she was even afraid of that. She loves Alex, he would leave. It's just that simple. She turns over to watch him sleep, her hand nearly reaching out to touch his chest, but he sits up!! She jumps a little, her hand clasping over her mouth, slowly sitting up along with him to move upon her knees. "What.. are you?". She quietly asks, afraid of the answer to that question she finally asked. "How did you know?”

*

There's no answer to her question, and the light fades from Alex's eyes. He blinks, and the expression returns to his face. Also a yawn. "… Skye?" He rubs his eyes a bit, and turns to look at her. Confusion on his face. He obviously wasn't expecting to wake up in a sitting position. "What's going on? Are you okay?" He doesn't need his powers to know that she's a bit freaked out and afraid of something.

*

"Al..Alex..?". She stammers out, but the light was gone and he was awake. Yeah, she was really freaked out, and he could possibly feel it, the low him in the air, the way the bed vibrates constantly beneath them. She takes a breath as he says her name, her hands quickly reaching up to wipe away at her cheeks. She didn't even realize it, she was crying.. "Im fine.". She rolls away from him, carrying that aura with her, the empty glass that was on her side of the bed topples and shatters upon the ground. "Get some sleep. I'm going out for the night." She was lying. And also about to leave. Consider her petrified.

*

Alex is many things, but oblivious is not one of them. "No." His voice is firm, but it's not accompanied by any underlying threat, fear-based or otherwise. He quickly slides out of bed himself, moving to intercept Skye on the other side of the bed. "You're definitely not fine. Tell me what's wrong," he says insistently. He doesn't want to use his powers on her to find out, and obviously whatever that was earlier didn't translate to his consciousness. If he needs to, he'll grab her by the arm to stop her. Maybe not the best idea, but he's not letting her just walk out on him.

*

Skye wasn't hearing it. She was already bending to get her pants from the floor as he steps in front of her. "Alex..". She says quietly, as if that were keeping the rumbling to a minimal, "..you need to move. No, better yet, you.. you were glowing and talking in your sleep, and Im scared alright?! And I need to get far away from you right now before I drop this entire building on top of us.". She was trembling, "Alex.. please.."

*

Alex drops her arm and takes a step back. "Glowing?" Oh no. Phobos, the God of Fear, isn't afraid of anything, but Alexander Aaron, the human part of him, was afraid of something like this. "Fuck me," he says, resignedly. He takes in a deep breath, and releases it slowly. "Stay here. If you need space, I'll give it to you. But don't go," he says, and then leans down to pick up his shirt, and pants from the floor. Maybe not what she had in mind, but he agrees that bringing down the building is probably not idea. He pulls on his clothes quickly, and heads to the door. "I've got some things I need to take care of, anyway," he says. On his way, he'll grab the sword from the dresser as well.

*

Skye was at a loss. He was already out the door but she had questions! But with his departure came the calm, the calm that stopped the tiny tremors in the apartment, the calm that made her tired and in need of sleep…. …..Sunrise, it was clear that sometime Skye had gotten up and went to her van. Thick blankets were covering the windows not to blot out the light as she practically starfishes face down diagonally across the bed. Fast asleep again and drool riddled..

Alex had returned to the apartment after sunrise, only to find Skye gone. A stream of curses that would make a sailor blush may have woken up the neighbours, but they weren't going to start banging on his door to complain. He. Told. Her. To. Stay. Not long after, Alex ventures out again, with the intention of finding her. How, he really has no idea, but fortunately he finds her van still parked nearby. "Skye!" He yells from the outside, banging on the door. "SKYE!" Yeah. Subtle.

*

Well? Skye was a rebel! Viva la rasa and all that! So when Alex came a knocking, she startled herself awake, her arms flailing as she falls into the floor of the van with a thud. Slowly, she drags ass to the back doors, throwing them open. "Did someone die? Cause you're banging on the door like someone died.."

Skye leans back, allowing him entry through the double doors. She moves to the end of the sofa bed, drawing it in and folding it, fixing the pillows upon the surface so that she could sit. She was not obviously leaving. She also didn’t want to treat him like a stranger. “Are you okay now?” She asks, obviously concerned. “Look, Im sorry. I just couldn’t sleep in there.”

*

Alex climbs in, and sits not too close. He has this feeling she’s not up for it just now. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he says. “And it’s okay, I understand. Was just worried you’d taken off. I’m sorry for, well, whatever I said. The whole.. glowing eyes thing. I know you don’t want the details, but there’s some things you ought to know. I was worried about what would happen if we slept together,” he says. In the actual sleep sense of the phrase, even. “I’m not like other guys.” That much is probably obvious. “I’m not.. entirely human.” Cue the girl screaming as she tears ass out of the vehicle.

*

Skye doesn’t say a word even though she wants to. She allows him the liberty and space to speak, listening as if she were being taught a crucial lesson. This ending is what makes her laugh, and with a little boost, she drags herself within arms reach. "I kind of figured that out when we first met. You could handle me. All of me.". She reaches out to lightly touch his arm. "When you were talking in your sleep. I asked you who you are, and then you woke up."

*

Alex is stone-faced throughout his little speech, and only looks at Skye directly when he's done. The touch to his arm draws a bit of a smile, and then she mentions that she had asked who he was, and the smile fades again. "This is New York City, so people saying they're 'not entirely human' probably isn't as uncommon as it ought to be. You've probably heard it from a hundred other douchebags. But.. when I say it, it's not like 'oh, I'm a mutant', or whatever. My mother was human. My father is a god." Also probably not as uncommon a line as it should be, considering.

*

For a moment she thought everything would be okay. Maybe he was exactly like her! He could join her on this dangerous path in life she was about to take. She was smiling, ready to spill the beans about her own revelation until his came to light. It didn’t hit her yet. At least, it didn’t until the smile faded. “Was..?” And is? You’re a.. “Demigod?” That word sputtered from her lips as she turned away from him, sitting fully back against the raggedy couch. It was like all color drained from her face. Gods? They were real? It almost seemed like laughable bullshit when people called themselves gods to puff themselves up. Inhumans are on the moon and smart men can fly in mechanical suits. But gods? “Oh..”. She quietly says, her hands shaking. Even the van itself begins to show signs of being rocked. “I.. uh..”. She closes her eyes, attempting to meditate through her emotions, thoughts, to still the world and make everything quiet. And for once, it works. If only she could be thrilled about that in the moment, “Are.. are you going to kill me eventually? Is..is sleeping with and next to you.. am I going to die?” All millennials are at least cool with dying! So there’s that.

*

"Well, my mother died when I was a baby, and my father is still.." An asshole. I mean, "Around, somewhere. We don't really talk." Glaze over the subject. If his partial-godhood is freaking her out, his dad being the god of war is probably not going to make her feel better about things. He can see she's already going pale over it. This isn't how he wanted this to go, but isn't sure how he saw it going any better, to be honest; and he hasn't even really gotten to the meat of it yet. "Yeah, I guess if that's what kids are calling it these days? Demi-god is pretty accurate." He shrugs a bit noncommittally. And then the shaking starts, and Skye manages to calm it down, which Alex actually lets a little smile through about. He resists the urge to 'good job' her though, because that'd be just a little condescending, and totally not appropriate for the moment. See, he's learning proper social etiquette! And then there's that question, which makes him choke just a tiny bit. "What? No. Hell no. I'm not going to kill you, Skye. Never. Fuck, I think I'm in love with you. I don't know what's going to happen to me, but I'm not.. no." He shakes his head pretty emphatically, more obviously worked up over the idea than she will have ever seen him get about anything.

*

Okay. He's a demigod. Okay! But her worry was if she was going to die. She didn't even know where that came from, but his words in that moment have her the best comfort she could have asked for. She nearly breaks down, a loud sob escaping from her lips, arms shooting out immediately to leap and land into his lap to hug him so hard, he could choke! "Im part of a race called Inhumans and I don't even know what they completely are! And.. and I love you too and I don't know why!!" Uh.. he said he thinks.. but she said she's sure..

*

Alex actually laughs, and leans down to hug Skye right back. Okay, that went better than expected. Let's just leave off the 'god of fear' part for now. "So we're just a couple of.. not human people?" Flashbacks to Seinfeld. He cracks a bit of a grin. "Sounds about right." And then a bit of a pause, back to serious. "So.. what did I say when I was talking in my sleep?" Yeah, let's open up that can of worms.

*

The hug was just.. wonderful. Her tears were happy tears. Something that she so desperately needed for once in her life. But, as she pulls away, she gives a quick nod. "We're not.. us." She states, gesturing at herself and him. "But.. you said you fear what you don't yet have. And.. it was like you were reading my mind. My emotions. I wanted.. or I wasn't going to tell you about what I found just yet until I had a better handle on things, but I was afraid of losing that. And maybe losing you. I don't know."

*

Alex sighs a bit, but doesn't let Skye go. "Okay." Deep breath. "Kind of? It's complicated." Alex isn't letting her go. He might be holding a bit too tight, actually. It's probably nerves. "I'm.. well, gods are pretty much always gods 'of something'. You know. God of the harvest, god of spring, god of the sun." These all sound like nice, pleasant gods! "I'm the god of fear." There's a beat. "Please don't freak out." Why would she freak out? THIS IS PERFECTLY NORMAL.

*

Okay.. that was pretty tight. A little bit tight. But she was listening and not pulling back. Being held was great! It was the best thing..

If a record could scratch, it would be done right at this moment. "Fear?" She asks quietly. "I mean.. well.." She clenches her teeth, then finally tries to worm her way away from him. Not angrily, just a few pushes and tugs back as if he were tickling her. "Fear.. so like.. you were making me scared? Or you felt me being scared? Or like.. what? I don't get it." She pauses, Skye wasn't dumb. "Who's your daddy?"

*

Alex doesn't immediately let go, but reluctantly loosens his grip on her after a moment. He shakes his head at her question. "I can sense fear. It's not.. like I'm reading your mind? But I can know everything you're afraid of, everything that scares you. And when I do that, my eyes glow. That's what you saw." The last question draws a bit of a frown. "My father is Ares." If she knows anything about Greek mythology, that won't mean nothing to her.

*

"That's sort of like telepathy." Daisy points out. She wasn't accusing him, but hey! Once his parentage is revealed, her face scrunches up. "God of War Ares? You mean.. I'll murder you all and all the murderers worship me Ares?" Okay, at least she has the general idea. And.. just wow. "Man…" She turns away and leans back, staring at the floor. "That's.. pretty heavy."

*

"It's not the same," Alex says. He seems really intent on making it clear there's a difference. And maybe there isn't, but to him there is. He doesn't seem all that happy about saying who his father is, either, and Skye's reaction doesn't surprise him in the least. "Yeah. My father is a world-class asshole. Like I said, we don't really talk." As if to say, I'm not like him. Though, in a lot of ways, he is, he just doesn't want to admit it.

*

It was still heavy. Sure she was exagerating, but she could see herself visiting a library sometime soon. "I know you're not." She says reassuringly. "I don't know if someone could love anyone who's like that." She shrugs. "Well.. since you're here and awake, wanna go on a coffee date?" See? Bad news will be eased by caffiene and croissants. "You'll have to buy though. And I need gas."

*

"Yeah, coffee. Need coffee." Alex nods his agreement. He also defaults to agreeing to buy the snacks, and the gas. Because for some reason he's the one money in his bank account. This is their dynamic; he buys the food, she overlooks his terrifying genealogy. It works, right?

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