forum I'm lacking the creative ingenuity to provide a clever and witty name (Character Chat 5)

Started March 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Watch me pull, like, Cin or someone for my first round. It feels like that's the way today's going."

She tilted her head again, studying him. "I have a feeling the first round's gonna be a mass elimination round. Every man for himself sort of deal."

He groaned, leaning back into his seat. "I just got a bad feeling. I don't know why."

"You participated in the qualifications–you can back out anytime," she reminded him.

"I told you I'd do it, so I will." His voice sounded firm, but his eyes were all but.

She leveled a look on him. "Don't do it just because you said you would. You shouldn't do something if you don't want to."

"I just…." He rubbed the right side of his face. "I don't wanna let Tega out again."

She moved her cake back onto the table and sat up, intertwining her fingers in his. She wasn't good at comforting others–that was never her job–so she just held his hand in an attempt of silent comfort.

"What do you think?" he asked.

She pursed her lips. "I think you should go with your gut." Vague, yes, but she's always gone with her gut, and it has yet to fail her.

He chewed on the inside of his lip, thinking heavily.

She didn't rush him, just continued to sit silently and wait. Oh, how she hated being rushed to make a decision.

He took a breath in, then out. "I'll do it."

She nodded and squeezed his hand in reassurance. "I'll have your back," she promised.

He smiled lightly in response. "I love you."

She returned his smile with one of her own. "I love you too."

"Maybe I could just fly around as fast as I can," he mused. "and I'd be so fast no one could touch me."

She tilted her head. "You don't mean to turn into your dragon. It's morning." She held up her hand and frowned as she inspected it, seeming to come up with a plan of her own.

Runner shrugged. "It's itching to be let out. It's been a good week or so since I've actually switched."

She nodded. "I suppose I'll have to release the beast as well." She scrunched up her nose in distaste. "It's around that time."

He poked her nose. "I'll keep you in check, need be."

She playfully batted his hand away. "Doubtful. It's the reason I was kicked out of most of my foster families. If they didn't know what I was, they did then." Her eyes lit up as a thought popped up. "Fassor. Oh, that bastards gonna get it first."

"Ah, but were they dragons, too?" he asked, lacing his hand back through her fingers. "

She snorted and moved so she was leaning against him. "No. Just regular humans. Y'know, I have Cleisiophobia–or whatever the fuck the doctors called it–because of them. Fear of being locked in an enclosed space. It's mostly underground for me. Basements, closets, whatever they could use to keep me out of the sunlight."

"You'd have a crisis if you ever went to jail. I'd feel bad for whoever was bunking with you."

"I've been locked up a total of three times. First time was when I was twelve, which I told you about. Second time was when I was fifteen. I was framed and… forced… to be taken by the feds." Her eyes flickered briefly with a haunted look, then went back to her normal self. "Third time was on my sixteenth birthday. I killed my old foster brother. Fuckwad deserved it."

He chuckled. "I don't know why, but the word 'fuckwad' always makes me laugh without fail."

She grinned up at him. "Why do you think I like using it?"

His hair was starting to get into his eyes, so he parted it back to where it normally goes. "Makes sense, I guess."

Suddenly, Tessa twisted around in her seat and leaned against the back of the couch, looking behind it. "What are you two rugrats doing here?" Twin giggles from behind were her only answer. A smile bloomed across her lips.