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WHO: Havok and Scathach
WHERE: Her dojo
WHEN: Slightly backdated to...Sunday?
WARNINGS: NA
SUMMARY: Alex goes to angst to Scathach about being a horrible person, after this.
FORMAT: Quicklog?

[He walks into the now-familiar dojo, looking around for Scatty and spotting her almost immediately-- her red hair does stand out amid the more spartan walls and flooring. Alex isn't sure why he's coming to bother her of all people, and aware that it might even be a bad idea. She did mention very recently that her hunger wouldn't be unbearable only for a few more days, but part of Alex is selfish. He can't talk to the X-Men about this, because-- he just can't.

And Scathach did offer to listen, after all.

Alex takes a deep breath and wills himself to be calm. He can't help his sadness or self-recrimination, nor his loneliness and now-latent longing, but he can do his best to make this easier for her.]

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I was a teacher, still. I simply had... different students.

[She tilts her head at him, maybe coming to the same conclusion.] What about you?

Unarmed combat, still?

[He pauses and tries to summarise his rather eventful life in brief sentences.]

Tried being a civilian but that didn't last long. I just...ran around with the X-Men trying to save the world, I guess. Most recently we were in space trying to stop my psycho brother from usurping an empire.

[His eyes narrowed just a little.]

Yes. Though, weapons were more in-style, then.

[The redhead snorts lowly in amusement.]

You were what they call a superhero. I have met your brother—he does not seem very psycho.

Not Scott-- my other brother. Gabriel. He--

[A pause.]

He killed our father.

[And Alex is suddenly both angry and sad again.]

[She pauses. Then the redhead reaches out to rest her hand on his arm. But she's let her defenses down and she can more or less taste his negative emotions--she simply ignores them.]

I am sorry.

[He remains silent for awhile, inwardly struggling. He hadn't expected this surge of emotion, had thought he'd given himself enough time to grieve and get over his anger, but it hadn't been too long ago, really.]

Yeah.

[He sighs, finally looking up at her.]

I guess it was just easier to shelve that aside, what with everything that's happened in the City.

[He isn't the only one struggling. Her jaw clenches, and she hurries to start reciting the Greek alphabet in her head to keep from thinking about how appealing his emotions are right now.

When his eyes come up, hers are already on his face, and she makes sure to keep her expression neutral, with maybe just a hint of sympathy.]

Sometimes it can be—difficult and painful to bottle-up your emotions. If you need to let them out, I am here.

[He pauses, then asks carefully.]

What do you mean, exactly, by 'letting them out'?

[She pauses as well, mulling it over.]

Speak about them, perhaps? [She shakes her head slightly.] I am not exactly sure. I have never—experienced it. I just know how dangerous and harmful emotions can be if left unchecked.

Oh. Right.

[He tries to hide his sheepishness; he'd thought she'd been referring to the whole feeding thing.]

I guess-- I dunno. Just being able to talk about it to you today is helping loads. I'm glad I didn't stick to text after all.

[And there's a small smile playing about his lips.]

[She catches that, and her face clouds over. But she doesn't mention it—she still isn't willing to feed from him yet, even though his emotions are practically taunting her. She puts on a smile for him, though.]

I am glad as well. I enjoy being around humans, when the opportunity presents itself.

[Alex lets it go for now; she'll be ready when she is and he's already made his position clear anyway. He matches and returns her smile.]

There're plenty of humans here to be around. You weren't keeping to yourself much before you came here, were you?

[She knows very well what he'd been getting at, but still isn't ready to submit him to that. The Shadow shrugs, looking a bit embarrassed. She reaches up and rubs the back of her head.]

Before coming here, I... did not have much contact with humans for a few decades.

Which'd probably be longer than my entire lifespan. Why not?

[He grins, but in that is the uncomfortable awareness that he's practically a pup in her eyes. Twenty-seven years to a thousand is nothing, really.]

[A small smile quirks her lips, but it's a little bitter. She realizes that she doesn't actually know how old he is, and decides to ask. PS this was totally not brought on by the fact that you mentioned it. Seriously. Promise.]

How old are you, Alex?

Twenty seven. Feels like a hell more has happened in twenty seven years than should have, but yeah.

How old are you?

[He's actually almost afraid to know, because it's almost definitely going to be a four-digit number. Wow.]

[She sighs. He really is young—but he looks older than her, which never stops bothering her.]

Two-thousand, five-hundred and seventeen. [Pause. She's almost shy.] How old do I look?

[He does his utmost not to stare, but his mouth hangs open just the slightest. Alex closes it quickly, though, because it's just rude.]

Just seventeen. Or twenty. Younger than me, for sure.

[He blinks.]

That's-- assuming I live to a hundred, which I probably won't because mutants don't normally do-- twenty five times my age.

[A blush spreads up her neck to her cheeks, almost the same bright red as her hair. She looks away, drumming her fingers on her thighs.]

I try to blend in as best I can. Another advantage of this body.

[She looks back up at him, eyes wide and questioning.]

I hope—this does not frighten you. I would not like our relationship to change because of my age.

[He notices that blush!]

No one'd ever suspect, I guarantee you that.

[He blinks again, surprised. Shouldn't this be the other way round?]

I wouldn't want that either. But aren't you supposed to be more...disdainful of me? Bet you think I'm really immature.

[No he doesn't! It doesn't exist, just like her hunger.]

I am glad.

[Now she's the one blinking. She cocks her head to the side.]

I do not think that. You may not have seen what I have seen, but that is the thing—I have seen much. Sometimes it is... intimidating.

[Chyeahhhh. Denial will only get you so far, Scatty.]

Somewhat. I mean, one of the first things I knew about you was that you created all kinds of combat styles.

[He laughs a little, remembering how startled he'd been (http://community.livejournal.com/capeandcowl/1449340.html?thread=126069116#t126069116).]

But hey, there're stranger things out there! ...I think.

[She can still try ): Maybe one day it'll work. She shrugs.]

It is a good conversation-starter.

[A thin smile cracks her lips.]

Believe me, there are.

[He nods thoughtfully.]

Yeah...either you've seen them already or you'll see them eventually. Are you immortal?

[That wasn't a question she was expecting. A subtle shift in her body posture occurs; her legs bend slightly closer towards the rest of her body, and her shoulders hunch.]

There are ways to kill me, but in all other sense of the word, yes.

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HAHA fourth-walling for the win

just for you (:

<3333

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