I had coached Vicky through the basics of the game, all the while using my best Dagoth Ur impression and never clarifying when she asked why. Additionally, unlike I had expected, Vicky didn't go as a melee character. No, she saw that Dunmers got a bonus to destruction and put her points into that. I had forgotten she's a huge fucking nerd, especially for power kinda things.
I did have to teach her how all the controls worked. Considering this was Earth Bet in 2011, it makes sense really. Doesn't help that Vicky wasn't really interested in games before now. Still, after teaching her as much as I was willing to teach, we may have stayed up all night. Her playing, and me watching as if I'm a voyeur for her first steps into the elder scrolls games. I presume we passed out early in the morning because I really don't remember falling asleep.
And so, I woke up with my face in blonde hair, and my arms wrapped around said blonde girl's waist. At some point, Vicky decided to sit on my lap, which she seems to have fallen asleep on. Don't remember putting a blanket over us though. And I'm surprised Vicky isn't awake yet considering what's poking her ass.
Fuck it, we balling. I take this as an opportunity to slip my hands under her shirt and grope her warm skin. The abdominal muscles of a girl truly are one of the greatest things in existence. We don't question the other hand I have slipping just a bit higher.
"Can you guys fucking not? You're both awake by the way." The aggrieved voice of a blonde without abs calls out, I turn my eyes her way and see Lisa in her pink fluffy robe on her laptop at the kitchen table.
"I wanted-"
"He would have just groped you like usual. And no, I'm not working out if I don't have to." Lisa interrupts. Fook, I want Lisa abs. Then again, Lisa is good for squish. Lisa is soft.
"My take away from this is Vicky likes being groped."
"She has an attention kink." Lisa shrugs and takes a sip of her drink. It's not coffee, surprisingly, it's orange or mango juice. I make sure to keep stocked up on a variety of flavors.
"Can we not air stuff like that out, please?" Vicky asks with her voice tight. Lisa just turns her eyes from her laptop to Vicky, and smirks. I'm glad I can't see Vicky's reaction to that, but I do feel her tense up. Quick, bomb diffusing strats, let's think. I got something.
"Lisa, I'll literally pay you to work out." Nailed it. We can call it a business expense. Vicky chuckles and Lisa scoffs at me.
"I don't even need to be a Thinker to know you actually fucking would. And no." Refusal, but bomb defused. An outstanding move. I hug Vicky closer in my success, and she squeaks at the suddenness of it.
"Fine, you're staying here then today?" I change the subject.
"Safest place to be considering the shield installed. And you said not to go out." Lisa shrugs. Huh, that's a surprise.
"Honestly, didn't think you'd listen."
"Generally if a precog gives you a warning, you follow that warning." Vicky answers from her place in my arms, I squeeze her boob in return and she squeaks again.
"Yeah that, even if you say you aren't one. Which, I'm not sure how I feel about the alternatives. Time travel isn't possible at the least." Lisa adds in. Time travel, no. World travel? Big yes, apparently. Wait… I technically did travel through time as well, didn't I? When I was sent here it was late 2020. "Rory, what the fuck does that pensive face mean?" Oh, Lisa is glaring at me.
"Time travel might be possible. Well, long distance might be. It's very possible overall. Cape in India. Phir Ser? Phir Si? Wait, Phir Sē, there we go. He can make doors that go back a few minutes. And turn them into bombs. Possibly level a continent." Lisa had closed her laptop and lowered her head onto it midway through my explanation. Vicky wiggles around a bit to escape my grasp, taking the blanket with her, aw. Then she turns to face me, floating in a seated position with a ponderous expression on her face.
"There's a cape that can time travel? Do you have the specifics? And why do you think longer time travel is viable?" Oh no, she's a fucking power nerd. Why do I keep forgetting this?
"I can't even be mad, I technically asked for this." Lisa's muffled groans are still audible enough to hear even if her face is buried in her arms.
"Uh, yes, not really anything specific, and no comment in that order." I answer Victoria. She frowns, bringing a hand to her chin in thought. Her eyes are on me, yes, but I've got a sense she's not seeing me right now. Lost in her thoughts as she is.
"Hey." I glance at Lisa when she calls out with a clear voice, my gaze meets a messy-haired blonde with tired eyes. "Big. Talk."
"That's fair. I'm gonna need a little first." I'd honestly rather not at all still. It's not necessarily a mistake, just something like operational security feels like It would be important in this world considering the Illuminati is very much real. Then again, I'm definitely not telling them shit about reading Worm. They don't need to know about being in a story that reads like a particularly bad fever dream. If I need to I'll just say time travel.
"Fine," Lisa grinds out followed by a sigh, then her expression takes on something a bit more sinister if that grin is anything to go by. "Ohh Victoria~~ I wonder who forgot to tell her parents she was spending the night out~~" She singsongs, and I get a first-hand view of Vicky being snapped from her thoughts, her eyes widening, and her skin paling. God fucking damnit.
"Gotta go, gaming was fun, love you bye!" I get a kiss on the cheek from the rushing near-platinum blonde, then she bolts out of the building with the door slamming shut behind her. I just turn to Lisa again with a dead expression.
"She took the blanket."
"You have like twenty. And she'll be back with it anyways when she realizes." Lisa shrugs, takes a sip of her drink, then opens her laptop up again. I don't reply right away, instead, I get a satisfying stretch and yawn out. Then standing from my impromptu bed, I walk over to Lisa and close her laptop. "I was working on something, you know." She looks up at me with a scowl.
'I had forgotten how vicious this pretty mouth can get." I bring my right hand to palm her chin, using the thumb to brush against her soft lips that are set in a frown.
"She irritates me." Lisa tries to look away, opening her laptop again as she does, but I gently hold her chin so as to have her not do so. She can easily get out of my grasp if she wants to. Still, at her words, I raise a brow. "Not in a 'Fuck this bitch' sort of way. More, she's hopelessly naive and would rather live in the lies and delusions she's built around herself."
"Think we should leave her alone?" I like Victoria, muscle blonde is great. But I'm not Lisa, I can only use basic psychology to understand what's going on in Vicky's head. And I'm kind of biased on that front.
"Hell no. That girl needs to get fucked hard. I'm selfish in wanting to be able to use my legs properly again, sure, but you're probably the best thing that could have happened to her. I'm afraid she's latched on quite tightly, darling~" Lisa singsongs again with a Cheshire grin. I stick my thumb in her mouth and she blinks in confusion.
...
"So chatty today. I can think of other uses for that mouth." Okay, that line was bad. But we rolling with it. Lisa's eyes narrow into a glare, but she doesn't do anything to take my thumb out of her mouth, nor bite it. "The safe word is pineapple, Lisa." I tell her, taking my now drool-covered thumb out of her mouth.
Lisa closes her laptop without looking at it as she's still glaring into my eyes, daring me, challenging me to do more. Then she speaks. "Orange."
"So you have chosen death." I intone, bringing my right hand to cup her face again, using my left to drop the sweatpants I had changed into halfway through my gaming session with Vicky. My rapidly hardening erection is revealed, and Lisa doesn't back away as I inch my hips forward. The head of my dick meets her soft closed lips. I can feel the warmth of her breathing through her nose as she keeps her mouth closed, glaring up at me defiantly. "Open up."
"Mango." She says but before she can close her mouth after the word, I've already shoved my cock into her overwhelmingly warm mouth. Her lithe, small, and wet tongue doing its best to push at me just furthers the pleasure I feel. And, from the glint in Lisa's eyes, she knows exactly what she's doing.
"You can take more than this can't you?" Her glare looks more glarey at that. Pushing Lisa's buttons is one of the best ways to get her going I discovered. Honestly, I hadn't really expected her to enjoy being manhandled so much. Even if this is much gentler than I usually am with her as of now. Sure enough, my prodding works, as Lisa works her jaw to go a bit lower and let me slide into her mouth some more. She gags hard when I hit the start of her throat, so I pull out, there's a small trail of saliva connecting her lips to my cock still.
"Why?" She questions. And I shrug.
"You couldn't take it."
"Fuck you, I can't, I didn't say the safe word, asshole, fucking strawbe-" I shove my cock into her mouth, straight to the back of it, tapping her throat, she gags again but manages to look up defiantly at me, just daring me to pull out again. And I don't. Lisa knows how much she can take. I gently grab both sides of her face, and slide her head up and down on my cock. Her tongue swirls around and over the head of my dick as she starts hollowing out her cheeks to add to the suction. All the while staring directly at my eyes. Everything is made so easy when you consider her seat has her at the perfect dick-sucking height.
"I think I like shutting you up this way." I smirk in a rather Lisa-like fashion at her, her growl of response turns into a gurgling gag when I shove my cock just a tad bit further down her tight throat. Her hands come up to my waist and her eyes widen as she realizes I'm not done with that last thrust. I slowly ease my way further, Lisa gripping my skin hard enough it's likely going marble white. Just as her wet, warm constricting throat grips my dick as it slides further and further, such a pleasurable feeling I already feel heat rising as I'm getting close. Then I bottom out, her pillowy lips pressed against my skin, and her tongue flailing uselessly against the shaft. "Good work, Lisa. You're a natural cocksucker."
I stay there for a moment, buried in her gullet, composing myself so as not to end this round too early. The warmth of her throat is blissful enough I had almost blown my load straight into her stomach. Lisa sucks and swallows my dick, that's all she can really do right now. As she does I bring one of my hands down to the outside of her throat just to marvel at the slight bulge. Then, I pull out slowly, feeling the bulge go down and away. I pull my thoroughly saliva-covered cock fully out and Lisa gasps for breath, panting and slightly wheezing. Some moisture has gathered at the corner of her eyes and I take a napkin and dab at it.
"That all- that all you got?" Lisa says after a moment of regathering her wits. I just shake my head, then lift her by her knees and back before she can properly form a thought on what I have planned. I deposit her on the carpet that the loveseat rests on, taking a seat on said loveseat myself. Lisa looks up at me in confusion for a second before rolling her eyes. "Really?"
"Get on your knees, and get sucking. Lisa." I spread my legs apart. She grumbles a bit but scoots into a position between my legs on her knees all the same. Taking my cock into her hand she starts stroking it, looking up at me with her spit-stained lips in a smug grin.
"That what you want? This blonde, defiant, teen to lick and suck your cock?" She punctuates her words by dragging her tongue from my balls, all the way up the shaft, then toying with the slit. I can't really stop the shiver of pleasure at that. And I was already close beforehand.
"My only kink in that is the blonde part, you're the subby brat that likes getting dommed." I answer her as she works her tongue around the underside of my glans and the frenulum. Heh, Undersiders. Literally now. Instead of continuing the conversation verbally, she takes my cock back fully into her mouth, tongue still swirling around the head as her lips enclose it.
Lisa looks back up into my eyes with a playful look, and I decide she's had enough fun. I grab her head and bring her down on my cock, her throat making a particularly wet sound as I once again breach it.
And I keep pulling her down even as she goes a little cross-eyed, all the way until I feel her chin touching my balls.
And this time I don't stop the pleasurable rush of cumming straight down her throat.
Lisa's eyes widen in a half panic, surely feeling the heat of my load battering against her lower throat and soon-to-be stomach. Instead of letting her off, I hold her there as I fire off a few more shots, being this far down her throat she's forced to swallow everything I'm giving her. Then I pull back and out, leaving the head in her mouth until she absent-mindedly suckles the rest of that load out. God damn Lisa has a good fucking mouth.
"Thanks, Lisa, you did great." I smile at her, and her slightly unfocused eyes go back to mine with a bit more clarity. As the head of my cock is still in her mouth I can feel her swirling the remaining cum around in her mouth, and when she swallows it I feel a tingle travel through me all the way up my spine. Then I start growing again, getting hard in her mouth as her eyes grow more and more alarmed. "I've decided, we'll give your legs a break today. Try and keep up kay?"
And for the first time this morning, I saw fear in Lisa's eyes.
...
I fucked Lisa's mouth and throat for around twoish hours I think. Time kind of blurs when you have a hot blonde sucking down so much of your cum you doubt she's going to eat anything else tonight.
Lisa was kind of completely out of it when we were finished, her face glazed in half-dried sperm and spit, and her eyes half closed. I made sure to wash her off carefully and put her to bed for a nap. Even gave her a little peck on the forehead.
So after making sure Lisa was fine and dandy, I took the dog for a late afternoon walk. During said walk I had to reassure Sherry I didn't need her today as apparently she had called me nearly twenty times this morning and afternoon after I put my phone on mute yesterday, and never took it off. Whoops.
Handling that I get back to said walk in peace, and thankfully, no one fucking bothered me. Just me, a golden retriever husky mix, and the ability to glare at anyone who got close to me. I did, however, turn a corner near the boardwalk when I saw a teenager with black hair in a ponytail jogging my way. Yeah fuck that, I ain't dealing with that today. Even if it's not her, I don't really care. Bullet dodged, better than Aster's dodging skills anyway.
"Borf!"
"Yes, we ignore people like that. That's called a bad influence, Big Boy."
"Woof worf!"
"I'm glad you understand." Talking to your dog is perfectly normal, okay? And he deserves all the head pats, and ear scritches. Goodest boy.
After the long walk, I went back home. Lisa is still blissfully passed out, rubbing her legs together in her sleep. That kind of dream, huh? Nice. Good for her. After checking on her I go back downstairs and boot up the SNES I picked up and just mindlessly play Donkey Kong Country. It's nice, something I hadn't done in a long time. Long time being nearly seventeen years.
My phone dings a few hours into my gaming session. I really need to change the alert. And the ringtone. Baby steps Rory, baby steps, one day these phones will reach the future phone level and not need tinkertech… Yeah right fuck that, I'm gonna get The Elite to get me a better phone. Anyway, message from Vicky.
Vicky Dallon: Hey, mom got mad and wants to meet my new boyfriend so I guess you're invited to dinner tonight. Less invited, more strongly worded that you need to be here tonight.
Rory McGrath: We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.
Vicky Dallon: Rory, I know we make jokes about my lack of intelligence, but please don't insult me by thinking that would work.
Rory McGrath: We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.
Vicky Dallon: Rory, I'm serious, please.
Rory McGrath: fuck, fine. Sure, whatever, meet the family. Carol's gonna hate me ya know?
Vicky Dallon: Thanks babe. And I doubt she would if you don't try to piss her off.
Rory McGrath: full access to tits and abs is my price. And ass groping. What can I say I'm an ass/ab man.
Vicky Dallon: I can't even delete these messages, great, now I just need to pray she doesn't find my phone. And fine.
Rory McGrath: Yay. Wen dinnor
Vicky Dallon: 6
I look at the time at the top. 5:04 PM. Fuck.
Rory McGrath: Omw
It dings again after I put the phone down but I'm in too much of a rush to care. Then I realize, I just agreed to dinner with Carol and Amy. Fuck. At least Mark is cool. Gotta soft spot for people named Mark, seeing I was raised by a Mark when my own dad was kinda shit. Not dwelling on that now, the point is that Dads named Mark are always cool.
Hopefully, I can try and find a way to help this one. Or at the least, make sure he takes his meds.
And hopefully, I don't fracture this family into twenty pieces, even if it's tempting as all fuck to do so.
...
I'm fifteen minutes late. Took a cab in my panic to get here, forgetting the fact I can just call up someone to drive me. Rushing Rory does not think things through very well. Still, not too late. We call this amount of late fashionably late. I had honestly thought New Wave fams lived in the Captains Hill area but nopeee, they live south of The Towers, downtown not uptown.
My stalling has made me another two minutes late as I walk up to the front door of this fancy townhouse just on the edge of downtown. And I kno- use the doorbell. There's a doorbell.
"Hey!" Grinning blonde says as she opens the door, then she steps outside forcing me to step back as she closes said door behind her. She's in a rather short black skirt and a baggy white shirt with her black sports bra visible along with her right shoulder. No idea if that kind of shirt has a proper name, I'm just calling it baggy. "So, my mom is probably going to grill you for whatever she wants to know and I'm sorry how sudden it is, but I couldn't really hide it after bringing your blanket home-"
I cut her off by putting a hand on both sides of her waist and kissing her right on da lips. Vicky stills for a moment, then her shoulders drop slightly as the tension leaves her body. She then brings her arms up and wraps them around my neck. Then using her flight, she brings her legs up around me as well and I grab her thighs in a faux need to hold her up. Okay, I'm more just groping her glorious legs because I can. Our mouths part after a few minutes Vicky panting out warm air in her need to breathe. "You good now?"
"Yeah, how long were we?" She asks back.
"Around five minutes ago is when you went to get the door." That's the voice of a dude. At the open doorway, I hadn't seen opening.
Spoiler:Ai art makes a comback, yes I'm aware he looks like older harry potter
Vicky lets go and quickly flies from my grasp, smoothing down her skirt as she avoids eye contact with me and her dad. Said dad chuckles and holds out a hand. "Mark Dallon." I must have caught him on a good day. And man, he looks fucking nothing like Vicky. Hell, he looks like he's barely ten years older than me. With a beard of course. No time for that, I take his hand and give it a firm shake.
"Rory McGrath. Pleasure to meet you, sir." Handshake done he gives me a nod.
"McGrath? That Irish or Scottish?"
"Irish, my family moved to the bay forever ago. I'm rather new to it myself."
"He lives in a lighthouse!" Vicky exclaims looking for a way into the conversation. She's trying her best, I'll give her that.
"That so? One of those McGraths? Only ever heard about your family. Ah where are my manners, come on in Rory, leave your shoes on if you want." Very good mood apparently, let's see how long that lasts. I enter after giving the man a nod, Vicky grabs my shirt and floats with me as I walk. Blonde muscle girl balloon is a go.
I wish I could focus on looking around more, but I've just got this pervading feeling of impending doom as we get closer to Amy and Carol. More specifically Amy, a bundle of messes I hadn't wanted to touch with a hundred-foot pole. Yet, it was an inevitability I'd have to meet her considering I use her sister's abs more often than a pillow. "Fashionably late?" Oh, that sounded condescending as fuck. Bitch isn't a good look on you Carol.
Spoiler:Ai art again, no we are not putting the dick in Carol
"Dinner hasn't even gone cold, I think he's here right on time." Mark says with a smile as he takes a seat next to the frowning heavily freckled brown-haired girl who's just looking at her plate.
"Your opinion is noted, dear." Fuck this bitch, we stan Mark in this household. "Glad you decided to join us, Victoria, seeing as your father had to fetch you. And no flying in the house." Vicky wilts a little but drops down to the ground.
"Thank you very much for the invitation to your home Mrs Dallon, Vicky has told me how much she looks up to you." I smile. Bleh, hate doing this. Vicky who had just taken her seat immediately looks back at me with a look of bewilderment.
"Oh? She has?" She looks at her daughter, said daughter looks down at her food and just nods. Good, Vicky can follow my lead here. And you're most welcome. Please take a seat Mr…?" Carol motions me to sit next to… Amy. God fucking damnit. This is fine, everything is fine. I take the seat, perfectly keeping my casual grin.
"Rory McGrath ma'am, in my senior year at the University, which is where I met Victoria." Vicky kicks my leg under the table and a quick glance her way shows she's giving me 'What the fuck are you doing?' eyes. Very expressive, Vicky more than others. I had told her I liked her eyes and that's definitely a part of the charm they have.
"Senior year? And how old are you?" Carol leans back slightly in her seat, arms crossed and food untouched. Chicken parmesan at that, and a really good-looking one Blasphemous not to touch that. Beside me, Amy has no such qualms and has already started eating. Mark sitting across from her has as well. No change in expression save for the ever-present grin from a good day, my experiences in clinical depression have me guessing he's doing his best to avoid an argument and ruin said day. Honestly fair. Still, Carol's gone from angry mom to directed fire mode. Good.
"Twenty, twenty-one this month." I answer with a nod, Carol's brow furrows and Vicky blinks.
"And you think it a good idea to date a seventeen-year-old?"
"I turn eighteen this year!" Vicky exclaims in rebuttal, Carol gives her a look and Vicky just pouts and starts digging at her food.
"With all due respect ma'am, I didn't go out looking for a relationship. Victoria is just extremely persuasive." Said girl kicks my leg under the table again. Just smile and wave bois, smile and wave. The ticket through any agonizing social encounter. Still, I'm a bit surprised when Carol visibly relaxes her shoulders at that. She gives her daughter a look I can't decipher but apparently Vicky does considering she kicks my leg again.
"Yes, well. You said you were in your senior year. What have you been doing?" Subject change, smart play by Carol. I give it a solid seven and a half outta ten.
"Psychology, I have my bachelors already. Working on my Master's now."
"Are you a full-time student?" She asks, then starts eating as well.
"I'm apprenticing under a family friend in a more corporate-focused area on the days I'm not in class. I'm also set to take over my family's real estate company." I continue talking like a normal person, but now it's time to try this food! Delicious, actually might as well score some brownie points here. "This is very good, my compliments to the chef."
"That'd be me." Mark chuckles. "Dusted off the old apron and gave some home cooking a whirl. And dear, you don't need to worry much about his financial situation, he's one of the Lighthouse McGraths." Carol actually looks surprised at that, looking from her husband back to me with a questioning glance.
"Technically just the one McGrath. I'm the last as far as I'm aware. Uncle Kenneth never had any family, so the only relatives I could have would be a bit removed from the family by now." I further explain. Carol looks to the side for a moment before looking back at me.
"I'm sorry to hear that. We've been blessed with a large family so I couldn't imagine what it's like." Huh, this must actually be working if she's being this considerate. Then again, I can't use the mindset of knowing her fully already, she's a person, not a caricature.
"It's no problem. I was raised an orphan before my uncle's estate manager found me." I wave off. It hurts me to just disregard my family, but the fact of the matter is this version of me didn't have one.
"Right." Carol nods absentmindedly for a moment as she takes a bite of her food and I do the same. A glance at Mark shows he's just eating in peace as Carol deals with the dinner interrogation. A glance at Vicky and I see her trying to hide a smirk because she's rubbing her stocking-clad foot against my leg. "What is your opinion on Heroics? Considering that's such an important part of this family and you'll most definitely be having to deal with it if you date my Victoria for long." Vicky's foot stills.
I ponder for a moment on that one. What do I want to do about that? Hadn't thought of it much. And honestly? My opinion of it hasn't changed, world's still fucked but at least I've got another fifteen years if I can kill Jacky boy. Yeah, I know my answer here. "Honestly? I think I'd just make a very good house husband. It's not like I can help in any other way without being a cape." Vicky is just looking at me with a look I can't decipher again. I'm good, but not cold read a wahman kinda good.
"An acceptable outlook. Yet, hopefully optimistic." Carol nods again. Vicky, I've won your mom over. Are you proud of me? I'm proud of me.
"I find sometimes optimism is the only choice I have." I answer with a chuckle. Believe me, I've tried everything else.
...
Dinner went on just like that. Carol poking at any manner of subjects, and me pretending I gave a shit to properly answer them. Vicky owes me for this, for that we can be sure. Eventually, I weathered my way through every question sent at me.
That is to say, not because Carol ran out of questions, but because she got a phone call and had to go do a late night at the office about some case. Thank god for over workers. And thank god Amy's been ignoring me the whole time.
Mark had then asked if anyone wanted to watch a movie, and I had been just about to say yes when Vicky grabbed my hand and dragged me away up the stairs. Noooo! I wanted to watch a movieee! Instead, I get dragged into a girl's bedroom.
Huh, why was I internally complaining again? Anyways, Vicky's room is big, with a double bed taking up a good chunk of it. A pretty basic computer and desk take up another.
Desk is mahogany, I think. I worked as a mover for years, knowing different woods for furniture just comes naturally at some point (Pine is the best and light as fuck, we like pine.).
She also has one of those cushioned window seats with a really big window she could probably fly out of. I'll bet right now Carol said she can only do so in an emergency.
As for decorations, she has a few cape posters here and there. And books everywhere. Seriously, like, four bookshelves packed with textbooks and novels.
"Spill, what the hell was all that? I've never seen you like that. Better yet, how were you so believable? I was even questioning what I knew about you so far." Vicky says after closing her door and turning to face me. She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. She a cute. I chuckle a little and it has her frowning.
"You asked to play nice, I played nice."
"I asked for you to try, I didn't expect…" She waves her hands. "Whatever the fuck that was. Seriously, Rory, that was uncanny. Seeing my boyfriend act like a completely different person. And I can't say I disliked it, it just felt… wrong."
"You can rest easy then. I just needed to fool Carol." I shrug. "Years of drama club finally paid off."
"Drama club? Really?" She tilts her head and asks.
"Really really." I nod.
"Fine, whatever." Vicky sighs with a shrug, then floats over to me. "How much of what you told Mom was actually true?"
"Never lied, so all of it." I answer with a shrug. "The best lies aren't lies at all. All I did was act like I used to be."
"Used to be?"
"Before I stopped caring. About myself and others." Much easier to live carefree. Fucked in the head or not I'm perfect, the voices told me so. I shake my head of those thoughts and then walk over to the window seat. "Suffice to say, that isn't me anymore. You sure have a lot of questions tonight." Vicky nods then floats over to her bed, taking a seat across from me.
"I wanna know my boyfriend more? Who's usually super secretive even when he acts like he has no secrets."
"I wouldn't go there Vicky, not yet. I promised Lisa a big talk which I assume you'll be at."
"Wouldn't miss it. I know it can be a lot to talk about the past. Or in your case, the future. As an example I guess, Dean didn't tell me about his trigger right away and that's perfectly understandable." Vicky says trying to reassure me, I on the other hand, just start laughing slightly. "What? I didn't say anything funny there."
"Dean? Told you about his trigger? That's hilarious." She narrows her eyes at me.
"Rory, something like that is not a laughi-"
"No no Vicky, I agree. You don't get it. Ah, whatever I'll say this much. A buncha capes don't have triggers. I'll go more on that later. You can see where I'm going with that, however."
"That… No book or any study done has found a source of pow-"
"I know where they're from, why they showed up, and what criteria people need to get them. Dean? He didn't trigger for his." I interrupt her a second time and she goes silent. Then her shoulders slump as what I'm saying really registers. Why lie to her now? No need to, she and Dean already broke up so it's not like I need to dig the ditch further for him.
Why did I anyways? Honestly? I was annoyed just thinking about him buying his powers.
And jealous in a way. I wasn't sent to this world with some special cheat, nor the chance to make a deal with the Illuminati, no I had to go through the PTSD event. Drowning truly is the most painful way to die so far.
"Rory?" I look up at Vicky's questioning eyes. I'd fallen into my thoughts again, full hand-on-chin thinker pose. No more of that tonight, got a sad blonde here if the wetness at the corner of her eyes is anything to go by.
"Sorry, kinda killed the mood." I apologize with a wince. Vicky just gives me a shaky smile.
"It's fine, I just had a lot to think about for a second, and still do."
"You want to head downstairs to watch the movie and snuggle or something?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that." Vicky floats up and offers me her hand. I give her a smile and take it. I must admit, I lied earlier to myself. Shameful really. I'm not perfect, nor ever will be. I can still be a decent boyfriend at the very least.
Oh fuck yes they watching Princess Bride! New goal, disregard all the sappy shit, cuddle Vicky, and watch one of the best movies of all time.
...
Vicky fell asleep midway through the movie. Which, considering the emotional damage I dealt her, fair. But also completely unacceptable. She will watch this entire movie so help me god. Lisa too, it's settled, I need to do a movie night and make these losers more cultured. It's only right.
I also won Mark's approval tonight I think. When the movie was over I carried Vicky up and tucked her in and the man gave me a nod.
Amy rolled her eyes but we don't acknowledge Amy here.
I stayed for around fifteen to twenty minutes more talking about golf of all things with Mark, haven't played for a while and I may have just signed myself up for a future trip to the course.
Wacky, good wacky though. I left after wrapping that convo up, starting the long walk home. Could have called a driver but I enjoy the cool night breeze on my skin, something I couldn't experience before.
I'm not even in an alleyway when something goes wrong this time.
To be fair, I have no idea what fucking happened.
One moment I was walking and humming to myself, and the next;
I feel a drip below my nose, black blood as usual. But whatever the fuck kind of cape attack that was I'd rather not do it again. Who the fuck just did that!? I look up and aro- No they aren't hiding.
She walks right towards me, a few meters away she stops. And keeps the same blank look on her face the whole while. At this point, I've only one thought on my mind.
"Who the fuck are you supposed to be?"