red_scars (red_scars) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-12-12 00:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-15-2017, corey, corey and serge, serge |
stay safe
Who: Corey and Serge
Where: Their home
When: Morning
There was a crime scene waiting, that much Serge knew. Two of them, even, and bad ones from the messages he’d gotten. Soon enough he’d have to move on one of them and try to get in front of whatever was aiming itself at Delphi, but Serge was seasoned enough to approach that with a level head. He needed proper tools, and to see to anything that might not keep for his time away.
Keeping his granddaughter in the loop was high on the list of the latter, which had Serge tending to the former in the kitchen. His bow and quiver had been laid next to a pack with a police rifle, and his arrows were out on the table with each waiting for its’ turn as Serge put a fresh edge on their broadheads. Corey wouldn’t like knowing about this and not coming with, of course, so he’d made oatmeal again. Maybe it’d keep her from protesting if she was busy eating. Probably not.
Corey came downstairs, smelling food, and she immediately caught on that Serge had shit to deal with. He didn't generally head out of the house with the bow, after all. She approached him and the table, stretching. “What's going on?” she asked.
“There have been more attacks,” Serge answered plainly, not pussyfooting around the problems they had to consider, “I do not know how severe, but life was lost. I must go to crime scenes soon, and may be gone overnight. Come, sit and eat,” he urged with a little smile despite the gravity of it all. “We have both been busy, but some time may be taken.”
She nodded, though there was an immediate stiffening of her spine. Attacks. Right. They'd just really gotten past the last ones, and now there were more. She went to sit down, grabbing some oatmeal as she did so. “What can I do to help?” she asked. She knew they were going to talk about other things too, he certainly hadn't asked her to sit just to talk about the attacks. Not when he specifically noted that they'd both been occupied and hadn't had time to catch up.
Setting his current arrow aside before plucking up a new one, Serge had to consider the question a moment. Corey would want to hunt, and he’d want her doing it too, but it wouldn’t be safe. If only because now people in Delphi would be jumpy and on edge, and it’d be too easy to mistake Corey with her scars for some kind of threat if she was running around armed. Which was a shame; she was a more talented hunter than most of the cops Serge worked with.
“Speak with Eli first,” he said at length, starting to sharpen the new arrow. “Someone must account for the wolves, and while I am sure they know what has happened, coming to them will reassure both camps about dealing with this. If you are welcome with him, I would have you there for moment in my place.”
Corey nodded, taking that in. She was disappointed that he didn't want her going off with him, but it wasn't her place to question that right now. Not in the middle of a crisis. “I'm pretty sure he wouldn't turn me away.” The only potential issue would be Finn, she thought. And even then she didn't know if that would be a problem, or if Finn would be fine. “I'll ask about the wolves, do digging on that end, if I know what I'm really looking for,” she offered. “How long would you want me to stay with him?”
“One night for now,” Serge answered. “After this, we will rendezvous and reassess.” And in some miracle world that’d be enough, though Serge doubted anything could be so simple. “WIth Eli and the others, keep them focused on scents if possible. They can perhaps track in ways you or I cannot…” he mused, wondering just how sharp their senses got with the infection. Visiting Micah might be in order.
“Sure,” she said. “I'm sure Eli would want to help. I'll see about the others.” Though Finn, she might just kind of keep on the sidelines anyhow, with how he dealt with things last time. The last thing anyone needed in a crisis was someone cracking up. “How often are we checking in?” she asked, because they would definitely need to remain in some kind of contact.
“For now, before dusk and after dawn. If this is situation that requires time, we work on these terms. After dusk each day, you must have secure lodgings.” It was vital to Serge to know she’d be safe, even when he knew how capable she was at hunting and killing. “There is other matter,” he elaborated with a frown, “You will not like discussing it, but we must.”
Corey exhaled, mentally lining things up so she could follow the instilled protocol. "Understood, Sir," she told him. She frowned slightly at the change of subject, wondering what could possibly be on his mind when there was everything else going on. "What is it?" she asked, internally wary even if her tone didn't convey that.
Abrupt as it may have been, Serge felt natural in abandoning the looming threats for a more personal moment with his granddaughter. She knew as much as he did right now, and when he had more? Corey would too. But for now… “It is Eli, and the time you spend with him,” Serge answered as he swapped arrows again, starting to sharpen another broadhead.
“I was young once, vnuchka,” he told Corey with a flicker of warmth, “Is easy to remember life at your age. First sparks with another. When we do not face risk on all sides, this spark is captivating. And knowing it is there surprises you.” He’d seen it in her expression when Eli had come to dinner, the way praise from the young werewolf made Corey light up in her own way.
Corey nodded, wondering if this was going to be about the werewolf thing. But, then, as he went on, that idea ebbed back. Was this a different talk entirely? She thought about his words, however, and the truth there. Eli did occupy more of her thoughts in a day than she ever would have imagined someone could do. He made her feel lighter, made her feel pretty, made her feel like she was both worthwhile and amazing – to him. “We enjoy our time together,” she said, waiting for him to go on.
“Is good that you do,” Serge encouraged, “Is why I wanted you to come to Delphi; to live a life that you might enjoy. But is not so simple. This spark… it can grow so easily, redouble and spread by feeding on control. On second thoughts we may have in any other moment.” Which was more vague than he wanted this to be, so Serge committed himself to just saying it. “Your time together now may determine much of your future, if you are not mindful of consequences. I know you do not wish to hear this from me, but birth control is relic of past in many ways. And without it, you must be careful. While I would not change it for anything in the world, lack of this care changed my life at your age. For you, I only seek more consideration than I gave.”
Corey's cheeks heated up, their color making the scars on her face blend a little better. “We haven't...” she started. “We...that isn't what we're about right now. But I understand your concern.” God, she hadn't thought about it. She hadn't thought about sex, and babies, and anything like that. He was right, though, birth control wasn't really available these days. She would guess it wasn't encouraged because building population back up would be a good thing. “...do you have suggestions?” she asked, mortified, but she just didn't know enough about it. She only vaguely remembered some distant health class but that had been about periods.
As much as Serge had anticipated the rush of color in Corey’s cheeks, he still didn’t necessarily like seeing it. It wasn’t like he wanted to make her squirm with this, but saying it so she’d have it in mind was necessary. “You do not have to detail your time with him,” Serge assured her first with a shake of his head, “And suggestions? None that are foolproof, but watch the calendar and your own cycles. Week before menstruation is always riskiest.” Which no one wanted to hear from their grandfather, but she’d asked. “Be open with Eli about risks you know of, do not be afraid that speaking of them will drive him away. Communication is how we survive together, da?”
“Da.” she answered, nodding. She was trying to will her cheeks to go back to normal, but she was already thinking she was going to be looking all of this up next time she was at the library. Still she noted down what he said already, thinking if and when they did go there, it was going to be far less romantic if they needed to have that kind of discussion in the middle. So, she was all for having it before they got there. “I'll talk to him,” she promised firmly. “And I'll be as careful as I can be.”
That was all Serge really wanted of her; to think in moments when most people didn’t. To keep some level of focus. “I know you will. You would without me, I think,” he praised evenly, giving a little grin. Setting his last arrow aside, Serge reached for the spoon in Corey’s oatmeal and stole a bite before nodding to his pack and supplies. “Rifle is for your travel, permit is with ammunition.” He didn’t have to tell her to be careful with it, or to make every shot count. That kind of knowledge was worth some pride.
Corey smiled at him. His praise wasn't falling on deaf ears, and she always appreciated when he gave her some. It wasn't required or anything, of course, his part of raising her hadn't been about seeking approval it had been about her bettering her own skills to be independent. Still, it was nice to hear anyhow. “You be careful out there,” she told him, knowing the sentiment was back on her as well.
“Always,” Serge assured her, as easy and earnest with that guarantee as ever. Whatever trouble there was here, Serge wasn’t scared for himself or Corey. He’d done too much right in raising her, and having Eli in her life was just doubling down. “If there is trouble, call the station house even if you have not heard from me. Or we will speak tonight. Before dusk,” he added before setting Corey’s spoon back down and rising from his chair.
"Yes, Sir," she said, feeling like things were well planned. If nothing else, she always felt better when there was a course of action to take - no matter what that course was.