forum Futuristic little red riding hood (O/O)

Started April 12, 2020 by @MusicElle-is-here

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He nodded a little. "I only meant it as a fact. If you live that long, it may be a blessing."

Elissa shrugged, made a bit uneasy by the remark. “Okay, I hope you’re right about that.”

He ran a hand through his hair for a moment.

“My grandmother always said that I took after her,” Elissa added, trying not to let them lapse into silence.

He looked at her, raising his eyebrows a little. "Ah. I suppose I can see the resemblance."

Elissa nodded. “She said things like that all the time,” she said quietly, realizing this might not have been the best conversation topic. Her eyes began to sting without any warning, tears threatening to spill again.

Dmitri didn't know what to say to comfort her, shifting a little bit and looking away.

“Anyway, um, it’s kind of weird, because I barely look like my dad,” Elissa added awkwardly, trying too hard to make her voice light.

He nodded a little bit. "Not necessarily a bad thing, I think." He replied with a shrug, looking at her.

Elissa laughed. “I don’t think so,” she agreed, the pressure in her eyes subsiding gradually.

He looked at her, shrugging. "So you take after your mother and grandmother, then." He said simply.

“I think so,” she responded, twirling a lock of hair again. “I kind of look like my mom when she was my age, except for the hair. I got that from my dad.”

He nodded a little. "Interesting. I take after my father." and he hated it. He hated that when he looked in the mirror, all he saw was the man who had raised him.

Elissa thought for a moment, remembering what Fox had told her about Dmitri’s father. Maybe she could say something that would get him to be more on her side? Of course, nothing came to mind, so she ended up saying something totally stupid. “Both of your parents must have recessive alleles then, because your hair and eyes are so light,” she babbled. Well, that could have gone much smoother.

Dmitri blinked a few times, looking at her. "…yes, I suppose that that is true." he replied slowly, unsure quite how to take that.

Elissa glanced off the side before looking back at him. “Do you have any features that you think come from your mother, like your nose or face shape or something?” What am I even talking about at this point? she wondered.

"Not really." Dmitri replied. Even if he had, he wouldn't know. He'd never met his mother; she had been gone by the time he was old enough to even remember anything.

“Oh, that’s cool,” Elissa replied. “So, um, what does she look like then?”

"I don't remember." and his father had never kept any pictures of her where he could see. All he knew was from other people's descriptions; she had been slim, dark haired, with light eyes, but not so light as his father's.

“Oh,” Elissa replied, feeling a bit bad for bringing it up. “I’m sorry.”

"It's alright." he replied with a shrug, running a hand through his blonde hair as he looked over at her.

“I’m kind of just rambling at this point, if you couldn’t tell,” Elissa added with a faint smile. “I’m not always the best conversationalist, and this is far from the usual circumstances.”

He laughed a little bit. "Yes, of course. I understand that. If you wish me to leave, I will."

“I didn’t say I wanted you to leave,” she said, unsure if she really wanted him to or not. “Just that I’m probably not great company.”

He nodded slightly. "Ah. Yes, of course." he replied, unsure what to do now.