The Downfall of a Mage
Posted Nov 10, 2018 23:52:49 GMT -7
Post by Vieri di Adatto Isabello on Nov 10, 2018 23:52:49 GMT -7
He’d thought the adrenaline had finally let him be, but Diana swiftly proved that assumption wrong. She’d always been that way? What was that supposed to mean? What he’d seen back there was nothing like the Diana he knew. She was somewhat apathetic, sure, and inhumanly calm at times, but she cared. She pressed her head into him to try to comfort him. Even the Diana flopped on him now was different from the one in the alleyway.
He still wasn’t convinced that was who Diana actually was. That she felt nothing of it was unsettling like one of those information age horror movies, when the child began singing in a minor key.
He guessed the fact she wouldn’t kill him was a little relieving, but it was nullified and then some by her confirmation that she would’ve killed even a slight threat. It was with logic that made sense - of course she had to protect herself - but just didn’t sit right with him. That was the running theme with all of this.
“No, I don’t want you to just roll over and die but-” Vieri let out a loud, exasperated sigh and dug the fingers of his free hand into his scalp and hair. “You sound right, but it doesn’t feel right! That was more than intimidation, it was...” He paused and shook his head, not quite sure how to translate the cold dread in his gut into words. “I don’t know! It wasn’t good. Look, killing people is shit, I think. Hurting them too. I know it’s useful and stuff, but the more I’ve seen it, it’s just-”
He wrapped his other arm around the back of her shoulders, squeezing gently. For all his protesting about affection in public, he couldn’t deny it was comforting. Fear and intimidation and pain were useful - it got shit done, and got people to listen. But there was a line somewhere, right? His gut said that had crossed a line, but by the logic of it he couldn’t work out why or where. ‘It just was’ was the best he had, and that wasn’t anywhere near helpful or relaxing. Finally, his voice dropped down to a mumble.
“I don’t know what to think. I need time to think.” With a sign through his nose, he looked out towards the sea. “And, right now, you should probably just rest. I shouldn’t be keeping you up. I’ll keep watch and make sure no one comes over here.”
He ruffled as he began to settle in, as though faking a kind of normality would make it so. “Just- that ain’t reason to just do it away from me, alright? Making it so I can’t see the problem doesn’t fix it, it just hides it. That’s manipulative and I’ll follow you around if I have to, I’m tough to run from so don’t think I won’t. Geeze, it’s like you’ve been hiding shit like this from me for months or something.”
He knew she got up to stuff without him and didn’t want him coming into her labs, but he figured it only ever got as bad as the eyeballs. There was no way what had happened tonight was... common or anything.
He still wasn’t convinced that was who Diana actually was. That she felt nothing of it was unsettling like one of those information age horror movies, when the child began singing in a minor key.
He guessed the fact she wouldn’t kill him was a little relieving, but it was nullified and then some by her confirmation that she would’ve killed even a slight threat. It was with logic that made sense - of course she had to protect herself - but just didn’t sit right with him. That was the running theme with all of this.
“No, I don’t want you to just roll over and die but-” Vieri let out a loud, exasperated sigh and dug the fingers of his free hand into his scalp and hair. “You sound right, but it doesn’t feel right! That was more than intimidation, it was...” He paused and shook his head, not quite sure how to translate the cold dread in his gut into words. “I don’t know! It wasn’t good. Look, killing people is shit, I think. Hurting them too. I know it’s useful and stuff, but the more I’ve seen it, it’s just-”
He wrapped his other arm around the back of her shoulders, squeezing gently. For all his protesting about affection in public, he couldn’t deny it was comforting. Fear and intimidation and pain were useful - it got shit done, and got people to listen. But there was a line somewhere, right? His gut said that had crossed a line, but by the logic of it he couldn’t work out why or where. ‘It just was’ was the best he had, and that wasn’t anywhere near helpful or relaxing. Finally, his voice dropped down to a mumble.
“I don’t know what to think. I need time to think.” With a sign through his nose, he looked out towards the sea. “And, right now, you should probably just rest. I shouldn’t be keeping you up. I’ll keep watch and make sure no one comes over here.”
He ruffled as he began to settle in, as though faking a kind of normality would make it so. “Just- that ain’t reason to just do it away from me, alright? Making it so I can’t see the problem doesn’t fix it, it just hides it. That’s manipulative and I’ll follow you around if I have to, I’m tough to run from so don’t think I won’t. Geeze, it’s like you’ve been hiding shit like this from me for months or something.”
He knew she got up to stuff without him and didn’t want him coming into her labs, but he figured it only ever got as bad as the eyeballs. There was no way what had happened tonight was... common or anything.