Rahne and Midnighter - Backdated
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om_mainRahne comes to check in on Midnighter, who is an ass about it. What's new.
Rahne, walking in two legs today, didn't bother to go quietly on the path through the woods. This wasn't a playdate, and she wanted Midnighter to know she was coming. Something had happened to him; Rahne didn't know what, exactly, but something had happened to Midnighter and she'd been worried sick ever since she caught wind of it. He was going to hate being checked on, but she just couldn't hold back anymore.
Part of Midnighter wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of Dodge and lose himself in the throng of humanity. His talk with Talon, before she left, was still heavy on his mind. But there were things - people - keeping him here for now, and so he stayed, and knew better than to go and run after his past just yet. He didn't want to walk away from Apollo for a while. Besides, he wasn't sure he was safe just yet.
So he was back where he'd started, going through katas in the forest as if that might fucking help with the knowledge that he had let Mojo get away, to torture kids another day.
He was aware of Rahne coming his way, surprisingly human-shaped, and he stopped the repetitive motions before she reached the clearing, already turned to her when she stepped inside it.
"Hullo, Midnighter." When it came down to it, it was a bit odd to address him like this. She doubled down with the grip on the hamper of food she'd brought.
Yeah. Greetings. Midnighter wasn't much of one for them. "What's going on?" he asked, assuming there was a reason for her presence here. When they ran, she wasn't human-shaped.
"I came t' check on you." Sure, he'd hate it. And he'd fuss. Maybe he'd run away. But when someone was in need, a Scotsman brought food. And that was that.
"And give me food," Midnighter nodded at the hamper in her hand, his usual scowl in place.
"It's the tradition of my people," she pouted. His lack of shouting was taken as permission to come closer, so she did. "It's how we help."
"I don't need help," Midnighter replied, unaffected by her pout. "And I really don't need food." It wasn't like he needed to eat very much, or very often.
"Just 'cause ye don't need help, doesn't mean you can't accept help." She frowned more sternly. "Or a least scones."
"I'm not eating fucking scones," Midnighter retorted. He saw no point in accepting them when they would just go to waste. She might as well give them to someone who would eat them. "Try your luck with Triptych." He wasn't sure Brand would want them anymore than he did, but at least a couple of Triptych might accept them.
"I am nae on good terms wi' Triptych." There was an unusual note of venom in Rahne's voice as she said that. "Listen here, Midnighter. These scones represent tha' I care about you, and by God above I'll follow you about 'til you take them."
"So your idea of caring's harassing people into accepting your food," Midnighter stated flatly, not about to be cowed by her vague threats. Besides, he was not impressed by either her dislike of Triptych, or her bringing her God into it, and he was really not in the mood to humor anybody these days.
"First and foremost." Rahne softened a bit, and she put the basket down. "Though the real point is...I dunnae know if anyone's made sure you're alright." She knew very little about Midnighter, outside of their forest meetings. Maybe he didn't have anyone else who cared about him. The thought broke Rahne's heart, so she'd gotten up the courage to come actively care about him, herself.
"I'm fine," Midnighter answered darkly, rather than say anything about her doubt that anyone would have cared enough to check in on him. He couldn't blame her; he didn't understand why anyone gave a fuck about him, he was just glad they did. Some of them, anyway.
"Sure y' are." Which she surely doubted. "You're always fine. You're impervious. You have no heart. You've no bones t' break." Her tone was full of obvious skepticism. "I guess y' don't need a friend who's come t' love you."
"No, I fucking don't," Midnighter snapped, because she was pushing all of his buttons, and his temper was more frayed than usual, these days. Which was saying a lot.
"All the sadder, you. B'cause I'm not goin' away."
"And I'm not taking your food," Midnighter retorted, and turned his back on her to go back to his kata.
She sat still and watched him before she just asked "Why?"
Rather than encourage her, Midnighter remained focused on the motions he was going through, although her presence made it impossible for him to achieve the meditative state of mind katas often allowed him to reach.
Rahne had lost much of her modesty around Midnighter some time ago--though it wasn't as if he was looking at her. She slipped hurriedly out of her clothes and became a wolf. The canine Rahne trotted over to the boy and danced around him, sliding through the holes in the kata she had seen so many times, stepping carefully between his steps. She whined.
It took all of Midnighter's self-control not to give in to his brain's demands, not to follow any of the many painful scenarios it flooded him with. Instead, he stilled when she slipped between his legs, and focused on taking unnecessary breaths for a few long seconds, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he struggled against his own urges, fists clenched, arms still raised in the posture of the kata, as if he had been about to punch an opponent in front of him.
She laid down in front of him, head on her paws, and tilted it so that it just touched his foot. Affectionately. Maybe Midnighter couldn't accept her human friendship, but puppy love was harder to turn down--right? And she was a sweet-looking puppy. Albeit far too big, and with fangs he'd seen tear through flesh like butter.
The second she touched him, Midnighter had to do something. It took all he had for that something not to involve hurting her, but he managed to tear away, stride over to the nearest tree and jump up to kick a thick branch right off of it. He landed on his feet as the branch fell to the ground with a loud thump, and wished that it had helped ease the feelings locked in his chest.
At least he hadn't hurt her.
Rahne rolled onto her side. Please she begged him with her eyes.
Midnighter was aware of her roll, but he kept his back to her and missed the look in her eyes entirely. "I'm not safe to be around right now," he told her, his voice low, the admission clearly costing him. He hated feeling his control so frayed around the edges. "So do me a favor and split." Asking for a favor didn't come easy either.
It was time to listen to him, she supposed. She let out a mournful bay as she turned away from him. Padding away, she picked up her clothing to take with her to where she'd change back. But she left the basket of food.
Midnighter waited until she was halfway back to the school before he moved. Control was an effort of every second now, in a way he thought he had long since mastered. Struggling again only heaped frustration on top of irritation. He glared at the bag of food, and decided to abandon it in the kitchen for whoever might want it. The fuck he did.
Rahne, walking in two legs today, didn't bother to go quietly on the path through the woods. This wasn't a playdate, and she wanted Midnighter to know she was coming. Something had happened to him; Rahne didn't know what, exactly, but something had happened to Midnighter and she'd been worried sick ever since she caught wind of it. He was going to hate being checked on, but she just couldn't hold back anymore.
Part of Midnighter wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of Dodge and lose himself in the throng of humanity. His talk with Talon, before she left, was still heavy on his mind. But there were things - people - keeping him here for now, and so he stayed, and knew better than to go and run after his past just yet. He didn't want to walk away from Apollo for a while. Besides, he wasn't sure he was safe just yet.
So he was back where he'd started, going through katas in the forest as if that might fucking help with the knowledge that he had let Mojo get away, to torture kids another day.
He was aware of Rahne coming his way, surprisingly human-shaped, and he stopped the repetitive motions before she reached the clearing, already turned to her when she stepped inside it.
"Hullo, Midnighter." When it came down to it, it was a bit odd to address him like this. She doubled down with the grip on the hamper of food she'd brought.
Yeah. Greetings. Midnighter wasn't much of one for them. "What's going on?" he asked, assuming there was a reason for her presence here. When they ran, she wasn't human-shaped.
"I came t' check on you." Sure, he'd hate it. And he'd fuss. Maybe he'd run away. But when someone was in need, a Scotsman brought food. And that was that.
"And give me food," Midnighter nodded at the hamper in her hand, his usual scowl in place.
"It's the tradition of my people," she pouted. His lack of shouting was taken as permission to come closer, so she did. "It's how we help."
"I don't need help," Midnighter replied, unaffected by her pout. "And I really don't need food." It wasn't like he needed to eat very much, or very often.
"Just 'cause ye don't need help, doesn't mean you can't accept help." She frowned more sternly. "Or a least scones."
"I'm not eating fucking scones," Midnighter retorted. He saw no point in accepting them when they would just go to waste. She might as well give them to someone who would eat them. "Try your luck with Triptych." He wasn't sure Brand would want them anymore than he did, but at least a couple of Triptych might accept them.
"I am nae on good terms wi' Triptych." There was an unusual note of venom in Rahne's voice as she said that. "Listen here, Midnighter. These scones represent tha' I care about you, and by God above I'll follow you about 'til you take them."
"So your idea of caring's harassing people into accepting your food," Midnighter stated flatly, not about to be cowed by her vague threats. Besides, he was not impressed by either her dislike of Triptych, or her bringing her God into it, and he was really not in the mood to humor anybody these days.
"First and foremost." Rahne softened a bit, and she put the basket down. "Though the real point is...I dunnae know if anyone's made sure you're alright." She knew very little about Midnighter, outside of their forest meetings. Maybe he didn't have anyone else who cared about him. The thought broke Rahne's heart, so she'd gotten up the courage to come actively care about him, herself.
"I'm fine," Midnighter answered darkly, rather than say anything about her doubt that anyone would have cared enough to check in on him. He couldn't blame her; he didn't understand why anyone gave a fuck about him, he was just glad they did. Some of them, anyway.
"Sure y' are." Which she surely doubted. "You're always fine. You're impervious. You have no heart. You've no bones t' break." Her tone was full of obvious skepticism. "I guess y' don't need a friend who's come t' love you."
"No, I fucking don't," Midnighter snapped, because she was pushing all of his buttons, and his temper was more frayed than usual, these days. Which was saying a lot.
"All the sadder, you. B'cause I'm not goin' away."
"And I'm not taking your food," Midnighter retorted, and turned his back on her to go back to his kata.
She sat still and watched him before she just asked "Why?"
Rather than encourage her, Midnighter remained focused on the motions he was going through, although her presence made it impossible for him to achieve the meditative state of mind katas often allowed him to reach.
Rahne had lost much of her modesty around Midnighter some time ago--though it wasn't as if he was looking at her. She slipped hurriedly out of her clothes and became a wolf. The canine Rahne trotted over to the boy and danced around him, sliding through the holes in the kata she had seen so many times, stepping carefully between his steps. She whined.
It took all of Midnighter's self-control not to give in to his brain's demands, not to follow any of the many painful scenarios it flooded him with. Instead, he stilled when she slipped between his legs, and focused on taking unnecessary breaths for a few long seconds, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he struggled against his own urges, fists clenched, arms still raised in the posture of the kata, as if he had been about to punch an opponent in front of him.
She laid down in front of him, head on her paws, and tilted it so that it just touched his foot. Affectionately. Maybe Midnighter couldn't accept her human friendship, but puppy love was harder to turn down--right? And she was a sweet-looking puppy. Albeit far too big, and with fangs he'd seen tear through flesh like butter.
The second she touched him, Midnighter had to do something. It took all he had for that something not to involve hurting her, but he managed to tear away, stride over to the nearest tree and jump up to kick a thick branch right off of it. He landed on his feet as the branch fell to the ground with a loud thump, and wished that it had helped ease the feelings locked in his chest.
At least he hadn't hurt her.
Rahne rolled onto her side. Please she begged him with her eyes.
Midnighter was aware of her roll, but he kept his back to her and missed the look in her eyes entirely. "I'm not safe to be around right now," he told her, his voice low, the admission clearly costing him. He hated feeling his control so frayed around the edges. "So do me a favor and split." Asking for a favor didn't come easy either.
It was time to listen to him, she supposed. She let out a mournful bay as she turned away from him. Padding away, she picked up her clothing to take with her to where she'd change back. But she left the basket of food.
Midnighter waited until she was halfway back to the school before he moved. Control was an effort of every second now, in a way he thought he had long since mastered. Struggling again only heaped frustration on top of irritation. He glared at the bag of food, and decided to abandon it in the kitchen for whoever might want it. The fuck he did.
