Kai Parker is not the craziest in Equilibrium (abominationtwin) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-06-11 12:33:00 |
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KAI & CLAIRE
JUNE 4TH
KAI'S APARTMENT
KAI BEING KAI
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This was a bad idea and she knew it. After a conversation with Kai, Claire got the impression that there was more to his comment about what he wished for. Deciding not to push, Claire opted to suggest pizza and beer. It was a bad idea. Stopping to pick up pizza and beer before heading to his apartment, Claire paused as she got closer to make sure her hair wasn’t sticking out all over the place or something else strange. Wincing slightly she pushed her thoughts away and took the last few steps to knock on his apartment door. This was an awesome idea, and she knew it. He was more than happy to spend time with Claire. It was very different than with Katherine. Katherine Pierce was...he could barely put into words. He wasn’t capable of love. Not really with either of them no matter what Luke’s leftover merge annoyance did to his humanity. But they were like night and day. And he couldn’t keep away from either one. And of course Claire was the key to his magic. He told himself so often that was the only reason. She was too trusting. She’d get in trouble if anyone knew how casual they were together. Or if anyone knew how she felt. He opened the door at her knock, shooting a charming smile her way as he opened the door. “This place has the best pizza. Bar mine obviously. 18 years of practice, I’m basically a master chef” The attempt to stop an amused grin turned out to be an amused smirk, pulling her lips together she let herself smile finally, small, nothing too revealing. "You're basically a master chef?" Claire asked as she waited for him to allow her in, once he did she headed towards the couch to put the pizza down on the coffee table. "And why did I buy pizza when you make better?" “Because I didn’t want to make it. But think about it, 18 years, on my own, an entire planet to myself. I learned. I can also fly planes” he told her, taking the beer off her. “I’m basically multi talented.” He sat down, glancing at the pizza. “And I can’t argue the pizza is almost as good as mine. "Flying planes and cooking," Claire said with an amused tease. "Anything else I should know about, talents and all?" Opening the box, she pulled out to paper plates putting one in front of each of them. “Origami?”he added with a shrug. “Bonnie knows I’m awesome at it, she’ll never admit it though.” He was fascinated that she was here, that she was sitting with him, eating pizza knowing what she did about him. There were feelings. That had been obvious. But he was curious to know how deep those ran. “You brought plates? I’m impressed” "Origami, sounds..." she paused. "Thrilling." Claire wasn't the sort to do the origami type stuff but each their own and she did imagine that Kai had to find endless things to do while locked away. "Call me crazy, but I happen to like having a plate when eating pizza, pass me a beer?" She asked as she took a piece and leaned back getting more comfortable. “Thrilling is a whole different thing after 18 years alone. Without magic.” he added. Oh he’d been able to siphon but with no one to siphon it had been kinda pointless as skills went. Still, maybe he’d make her something. He didn’t think Katherine would want one. Though maybe… Ugh they were confusing. Both of… “Pizza is meant to be eaten by hand. From the box. Takeout pizza anyway. My pizza’s a lot fancier” Claire laughed softly as she placed her pizza on her plate after taking a bite. She chewed thoughtfully for a minute finding that odd mixture of nerves and comfort at the same time. "Fancier pizza?" She asked. "I don't know, it'd take a lot to beat this pizza," she pointed to the box before kicking off her shoes and bring her legs up to sit cross legged. He watched her perch on the seat as she ate. She really was an exercise in observation sometimes. She was nervous. But...not scared. He wondered what people would say seeing them this casual. Liv would think she was insane. Most of them would. “That’s settled. I’m going to introduce you to fancy pizza” he told her. “I mean, not right now. I’m far too lazy right now.” he added, opening a beer and taking a slice of pizza. “It is amazing to be able to taste things again. You have no idea. I ate sooo much when I first got here.” "Okay, I'll bring the wine, or beer, whichever." She offered before logical could stop her from doing something like that. Kai wasn't a safe person, but she also saw more to him, the question remained if he wanted to see those parts of himself or not. "I can't imagine not tasting, there was one troubled who lost the ability to taste, it took a lot of work to get her to eat anything," Claire sometimes brought up her troubled patients, it wasn't like any of them were here. “It was pointless. I mean also vampire and stuff so I didnt strictly need to, but hell was hell and I was still sort of halfway in it when it all happened. Damon was sooo annoyed…” he said, laughing at the memory. “But we’re not here to talk about Damon, tell me about this trouble. Or...come on what’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever been told in a session?” he asked, passing her a beer. He had a plan, so much of it wrapped up in what he wanted but he couldn’t deny his humanity tugged at him a little harder when she was around. Humanity he’d never asked for or wanted. Claire filed away the comment about Damon and added it to her list of things she was planning on asking him, and the timing was critical though. Especially when it came to some topics. Taking the beer, she smiled letting her fingers brush his, on purpose. "Um, hmm, one of my patients had a murderous shadow, talking to the shadow was always tricky, especially because the patient had little control over the shadow, the shadow, however, had a strange dislike of ducks." It might not be the weirdest, but it was among them. Her fingers brushed against his when she took the beer. Of course they did. Still he didn’t press it, didn’t push it. He’d let her find her own way to that outcome. This had to be her, it was the only way. “Oh, it was a separate thing, the shadow. And why the hell ducks. I mean there weren’t even ducks in the prison world. Nothing, nothing and no one, not even animals.” He shrugged, “Hey so did the shadow kill people?” he asked “Murderous or actual murderer, and did the trouble person get locked away for it?” She had a knack of turning questions around but he had wrongfooted her before. "Oh, it killed people, people at a nursing home," Claire confirmed. "The actual person didn't want the killing, but the shadow... the guy ended up in his house with all the lights off, we were working on ways to have better control with the shadow and getting the ability to get out of the house more. He had visitors and such though." She shrugged not liking keeping him locked up like that. "And I still don't know why ducks, I never got that far." She was dead before their next meeting apparently. “Tell me more, I like your stories.” he suggested as he drank the oddly refreshing beer. “I didn’t so much miss beer but it goes with pizza better than G&Z he told her. The shadow person wasn’t important if it didn’t get figured out. That wasn’t how it worked. “Tell me something about you after that, something secret.” "What do you want to know?" Claire asked buying herself a little bit of time to think about something to share. She was going to be careful, but she also liked his company, it was hard to figure out the right balance. “Told you.” He explained. “Something secret. You've never told anyone. I'll even make it a game. Match you, question for question.” He moved a little till he was sitting closer to her before looking over expectantly “Secret for secret hmm?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. Claire thought for a moment, she wasn’t someone who really had a lot of secrets. “In highschool I talked a couple of my friends into stealing this really ugly statue from our creepy church in town, to this day no one knows it was me.” “Oh you rebel you.” He teased. “Did you enjoy it. The thrill, or did you feel all guilty?” he asked. Secrets were only fun with the rest of the story. “And you can ask me anything you like?” He didn't know how he'd answer yet but he was getting a read on her. Another little accidental hand brush and he'd know for sure. "It was fun, I did eventually put the statue in town with a big pink wig, but that was years later, and I was going off to college," she said shrugging. "You sure I don't do that all the time anyways?" She teased, Claire wasn't the kind of shrink to hold back questions, and she did do a lot of asking. "Outside of not getting your magic back, what scares you?" Oh yeah, she couldn't help herself. “Teen you was quite the criminal mastermind” He was going to be cocky about her question when it came. He was going to say something stupid but the words had slipped out before he’d thought to stop them. “Isolation” He tried to shrug it off, going for another slice of pizza. “What about you? What scares you Claire. Right now” Claire thought about his answer and gave him a soft smile as if saying isolation wasn't going to happen. Her mind focused on his question to her though, and she really wasn't sure how to answer it. She ran a few things through her mind, but she wouldn't say they were things that scared her, they just were things she struggled with her wants needs, and desires. "I..." She paused. "I guess dying, being sent back to Haven and knowing I'm about to die and there isn't anything I can do about it." She genuinely was here for him. This was...odd. And she probably was kind of insane. Crazy insane. But maybe that was what he needed to help him. And I mean they weren’t Joker, Harley levels. He was way too good looking to mess his pretty face up. “I’d stop you being sent back...if I could.” he told her, hand moving slowly to brush hers. “Death isn’t...so...I mean it's probably okay for you, you’re not going where I did. I guess you’d get the eternal peace and not the fire. Literal fire incidentally.” Claire looked up at him catching his eyes for a moment, studying them as he told her he’d stop it if he could. Her heart beat a little faster before she got herself to focus, subconsciously she leaned closer to him. “Oh, I don’t know, I get the feeling each place has a different set of places we go after death. I’m not sure what is in my world.” “Yes. But you’ll go to the good one. Whatever it is for you.” She caught his eyes and he smiled. Oh she cared. She cared more than she liked to admit. Scared to feel for him out here in the real world without the Factions to hide behind. “Claaaiire” he said lightly. “Tell me what you’re thinking. Because I think it’s something that you think’ll get you sent to the literal fire.” Having feelings for a patient was never a good idea, she should have him assigned to someone else, but she didn't think that would be good for him, so she hadn't done it. A small laugh escaped her, "I don't know where I'll go when the time comes, but where I'm from, all of that is really kind of strange. People have troubles, my family never did, at least that I know of, but where we go might be tied to that and whatever caused the troubles to start with." “Okay. Maybe it’s that. But anyway, bored. Lets not talk about death anymore.” he told her moving slightly closer to her. He knew what she wanted. And for now, he’d let her get a little closer to that. “Tell me something good. Something that matters to you.” Shaking her head, she let the topic drop, bored isn't exactly how she would label it. "Something good," she thought for a moment as she let herself lean into him after he had moved closer, the warmth of his body was a bad idea to closer to, and she knew it, but she did it anyways. "I haven't done much of it for a while, but for a long time traveling always meant a lot to me, seeing different places, the people. What? I'm a shrink. We like to see what makes people tick. What about you?" “Oh you know what makes me tick. It makes your job so so interesting finding that all out. I just find it interesting that you’re here. With me, when every logical thought you’re having must tell you the exact opposite.” He raised a hand to cup her face, knowing how easy all this was didn’t make it any less fun after all. “Travelling is good. You could volunteer for a mission if you’re all wunderlusty” he said dragging out the word. "You're my patient," Claire said. She had been about to sit up when he put a hand on her face causing her to pause for a moment. Blinking she let her eyes shut for a moment as she pulled herself together. "And as much as I would love to stay right here, I think it's time for me to head out." She said still not moving yet. After another second she leaned away letting her hand land on his shoulder as she started to stand up. "Most of my work happens here. Missions wouldn't be fair to my patients." She told him. “Okay” he said simply, sitting back a little as she started to stand. “I mean. I just thought that’s where this was going. But if you reallly think you need to go. Then you need to go. After one lame beer. If you want me to stop and just sit and watch movies then we’ll do that.You’re already a little over the patient line here though...don’t you think?” She’d waited. She’d paused a little too long. All very very telling. Oh, he was trying to play the guilt trip, the challenge. Claire didn't mind, and it was easy to read. Smiling she leaned down giving his cheek a small kiss, "if you're lucky, next time it'll be two lame beers." She said standing back up. "I'll see you at our next session, Kai," Claire gave him one last smile before heading towards the door. He laughed as she left, picking up another slice of pizza and leaning back into the sofa. “...I look forward to it Doc” he said, watching her leave with a bemused fascination he had never quite understood ever since he’d met her. There were all these...feelings. Feelings he was entirely blaming his stupid merged brother for. Claire was a conundrum. A challenge. And one who remained very much the key to getting his magic back. |