TITLE: Break Away TIME/DAY: Sunday Evening TAKES PLACE AFTER/BEFORE: In some bar (will prolly move) CHARACTERS: Adrian/Desmond; Verity WARNINGS: Default
He'd dropped her off, ceremonously, at the emergency room. As much as his host wanted to turn himself in. He hadn't made a huge commotion over it. Just walked in, Aeryn's wounds tended to the best Adrian could while Desmond lingered in the back of his mind. Proudly observing his work and listening to the man's gagging, the realization always setting into his mind when he realized that he...once again, couldn't contain the creature that had invaded his body months before. He should have killed himself when he had the sense too. Or the motor control before Desmond had taken that over. Adrian didn't feel as himself but as someone who was viewing the world from someone else's eyes. Though he had to admit...some part of him was glad Desmond hadn't killed the Huntress.
We did it on purpose, mind you. Desmond's voice, which sounded so much like himself now he thought the creature was becoming him. Maybe it was. Desmond had admitted fully that this was the first time it'd ever been in a host for so long. That Desmond didn't know what would happen if he remained in a host for so long without feeding on him. Adrian really didn't like the thought of such a thing. That he was stuck with Desmond living on inside him. Constantly being pushed back in the depths of his mind for the creature to surge forward and take control. It was really a relationship killer as far as he knew.
But for the moment? For the moment Desmond decided to have mercy on the man he'd been residing in for far so long. He'd given him control back. So why are you doing this for me now? Adrian asked as he stood in the back of the bus, avoiding the incredulous looks of the occupants. He couldn't feel the parasite move within him like usual. It was almost incharacteristic of him. Though Adrian refering to him as Desmond instead of bastard was incharacteristic of him. It'd always been an on-going war between both psyches. But for a split second, for a moment, both enities had worked together to stitch up another life and bring her to safety. Something Desmond wasn't entirely used to. But nevertheless. The man wasn't fighting him. The parasite wasn't fighting or mocking (or he was but less than usual). Something was different.
But for the life of him he didn't know what. Nor did he want to know. Well, he did. Addie was so used to being the victim of this that the both of them working together was something that was more surreal than being host to an alien parasite. Because maybe we need to decide on a truce, my dear Adrian. Addie was sure that...he heard wrong or something. But he doubted inner ears were something that didn't exist. He exited the bus before canting his head to the side. His eyebrows arching a bit with a curious look on his face. A truce. Between him and the thing living underneath his skin. The thing that was invading his body. His stomach felt physically ill because of such a thought though it was all mended by the cold chuckle of the parasite. We'd work better together as one than seperate. You're slowly killing your body because you're fighting with me.
Adrian rolled his eyes a bit at that before stopping in his tracks, swerving off into the alley way before leaning against the wall. Maybe that's for a reason, you dickhead. He snapped bitterly, taking the shortcut to the pub he'd well frequented when Desmond usually needed to feed. He could hear the alien entity laugh a bit before he felt the invisible depths of the creature churn a bit. There was no joking, sarcastic tone to Desmond's proposal but Addie had been burnt by the creature so much that he didn't trust the truce. ...How do I know you're not shitting me? His green eyes seemed far more distant than usual, lips barely moving as if he wanted to speak but he wasn't going to. Not when he didn't want to seem like some insane freak.
Desmond mentally rolled his eyes at the human's untrust to him. Though knew where it stemmed from. I haven't taken over you yet, have I? I'm giving you an evening of being yourself, Adrian. There's more where that comes from as well. It was almost too good to be true, which usually happened. Too good to be true. This was too good to be true. Desmond mentally constricted, causing a short shock of Adrian's nerves to jolt the man back to reality. Addie's gaze flicked up to the door of the bar before taking a deep breath in. A truce. It was like making a deal with the devil himself but if it got him control. If it saved his life. Than he'd accept the truce without much of a fight as he crossed across the bar before moving to sit at the counter and ordering his regular; Miller imported from America.
He wet his lips with the liquor, leaning forward a bit. So what would this truce entitle? He almost felt Desmond smile, though it was a mutual grin. Something they both did. If the parasite could pat him on the back he would. But nevertheless he felt an overbearing sense of pride. He felt comfort from the creature that invaded his body. A sense of security. Something neither were used to but both welcomed entirely. His eyes shaded brighter for a moment, reflecting in the light much like an animals as his gaze went over to the door as a dark haired woman walked into the bar.
First it has to deal with Torchwood... Desmond noted quietly, not so much as sinister as Adrian was used to but it was there. He smiled a bit before turning back over to the counter and sipping on his Miller.