nexus_crossings | Between a Rock and Not Caring About Metaphors

Once again Tielle found herself sitting at the bar in The Viper Pit, her usual haunt whenever life went sideways on her or she needed to clear her head. She was listlessly stirring her cherry martini, which by the deep shade of crimson was at this point about 9 parts blood and 1 part martini mix. She sighed, talking to no one in particular.

"Let's say your daughter and her partner were both kidnapped, by two different people... The man who has your daughter is your ex making a play for power since she's heir to your throne, the woman who has her partner has held a nearly two century long grudge against your family and wants nothing more but to see you suffer. You can only deal with one of them at a time..."

She shakes her head.

"I mean... her life isn't in danger but..." she shuddered just thinking about what she must be going through, knowing full well what her captor was capable of.

"...and that half-demon is a total wildcard..."

She downed her drink, slumping back in her chair.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?"

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"Would it kill her? Not drinking blood?"

He's still under the assumption it's a blood quirk thing but if she's passing out from not having it...

"I... really don't know. I didn't even know it was possible to give birth to a half-breed... or for me to give birth to begin with. I don't quite know a lot myself to be frank. I certainly hope not, but its a risk I'd rather not take."

She let out a sigh, shaking her head.

"I really wish I knew more about her... both how her body's needs work and who she is as a person."

Weighing the risks. Debating the pros and cons. He doesn't think he's helped her get any closer to an answer.

That's frustrating.

But this other part...

"If she hasn't shut you out, there's still time to do it. If she lets you be around her at all, she probably wants a relationship. Just... gotta remember it ain't about you. It's about her."

Look. He's obviously not a mom so he can't really relate to all that. But he did seriously damage a relationship and then realize it was one he wanted. So now he's trying to mend a bridge that only remained unburned because the other person is... unfailingly kind.

And for some reason saw something salvageable in the train wreck he used to be.

"When you reunite with her, make sure you tell her all the stuff you've told me. And give her time to chew it over. Don't rush her for a response."

She smiled a bit, shaking her head.

"Things were already on the mend, truth be told. I was afraid she would hate me for abandoning her, but she's just... too kind... She was hurt, sure, but she understood why I did it. But then she fell ill and passed out... and now this..."

Letting out another sigh, she took another sip of her flask.

"It's times like these I wish Cyrus was still here... he..."

She paused for a moment, downing the rest of her flask.

"...he was my rock... so to speak..."

She blushed a bit thinking back on their times together.

"...and her father."

"The stupidly kind ones... you gotta watch 'em. They don't always do what's best for 'em. Or take themselves into consideration at all."

It does kind of put things in perspective though.

"Kind people... people that forgive that easy? They don't know how to be selfish. That kind of person would want you to put their partner first."

The rest of that... he's never had a romantic relationship. He's been solely focused on his goals and stuff like that took a backseat. He has no grasp on what it is to lose someone you love like that. Or even to love like that at all.

She furrowed her brow a bit, not taking quite well to the borderline insult of her daughter.

"I wouldn't call her stupidly kind, perhaps a bit sheltered and naïve though... and you're right, she would certainly put Tim first. She definitely got her father's naivety, that's for sure, and her lack of world experience doesn't make it any better."

She rubbed her forehead.

"And Tim would want us to put her first... the two are so hopelessly selfless for one another it'd almost be funny if not for the circumstances."

Amazingly, he wasn't trying to insult her. It's just how Katsuki talks. Aggressive. Rough. He's also comparing her in his head to someone else. Someone he insults a lot but... cares about.

That selfless-for-one-another line has him looking furrow-browed and contemplative though. He wants to get away from that conversation. Now.

After a moment he makes a frustrated sound.

"Just going in circles. You say you don't have a lot of help? Fine. Sign me up. That pinpoint thing can be used to travel to other places if you got coordinates, right?"

She shakes her head.

"No, it's... too risky..."

She was more muttering to herself than to anyone in particular.

"I'm extremely careful when travelling between my own world and The Nexus. If Lillianus ever learns of this place's existence..."

She shakes her head vigorously.

"No, as much as I appreciate the offer I won't allow it."

"Looking down on me, Fangs?? I'm not some weak little pushover. I'm a damn hero."

In training. But still! He takes offense!

"You get enough firepower on your side, you don't have to worry about her doing anything anywhere, right? If you're still gonna say 'no' then at least quit being wishy-washy! Life doesn't give us endless time to make choices. Gotta be decisive! Make a choice, make a plan and stick to it! That's the only way to get anything done!"

She smirked a bit.

"I admire your persistence, but the answer is still no. It's less about it being a danger to you, and more of her being a danger to the entirety of the Nexus if she manages to follow you back here."

She shakes her head.

"Besides, this isn't something I can go rushing into. It's a delicate situation..."

"Delicate, my ass. The longer you waffle, the less time you have to save both of them! Flip a damn coin if you really can't choose."

He means well. He's just still young and brash and convinced he can do anything. Although to be fair, he has had to make quick life or death decisions before. In the line of work he's chosen, hesitation means someone could die.

"You hesitate long enough you'll lose em both. Can you live with that?"

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I always feel like I have to apologize for this brat he's so DIRECT

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