Damian Wayne (grownup_robin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-12-01 01:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, damian wayne (robin), irisa nyira |
Who: Damian Wayne and Irisa Nolan
What: Random Meeting
When: Backdated Sometime the week before Thanksgiving
Where: A Park
Rating: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Aside from hanging out with Bran and Arya and going to work, Damian hadn’t really done much since his breakup with Alyssa. He still couldn’t quite believe that it was over or understand exactly what had happened, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it. He knew that he should probably call Kitty and get back to training or start going to the gym or even start work on getting his GED, but he just couldn’t bring himself to really do anything. He knew he couldn’t stay like this for too much longer otherwise he ran the risk of fallen into a depression and he’d come too close to that too many times during the last year so he was determined not to let that happen again.
He’d decided to start small and explore his new surroundings. Unlike when he was living with Alyssa, he didn’t have access to a car now, so he was taking the bus. Today he’d wound up at a park not too far from Stark Manor and had decided to do a little meditation, using some of the techniques he’d picked up from the dreams.
Irisa watched the boy curiously from a short distance away. He was remarkably still in a park where there was a fair amount of movement; people jogging, yoga, basketball, dog walking. She sat and observed him, completely forgetting about working on the homework on the bench in front of her. She got up after a few minutes, and moved over to sit cross-legged in front of him, fascinated by his stillness. Tilting her head from side to side in curiosity, she waited for him to do something else.
In the dreams Damian could do the whole handstand with one hand while meditating thing, but even with the added strength he'd gotten from the dreams and working out with Kitty, he still wasn't quite that good. He was sitting in the shade of a tree, eyes closed as he concentrated on trying to eat his mind of everything that had been going on lately when he heard a rustling sound coming from in front of him. Thinking it might be someone's dog that got away or something, Damian opened one blue eye then the other when he saw that it wasn't a dog but a girl who was sitting in front of him, "Um...hi." Well, he hadn't been expecting that.
“What are you doing?” Irisa asked bluntly, still observing him quietly, head tilted to one side in curiosity.
“Meditating.” If his personality had been more like this dream counterpart’s, he probably would have come back with some sort of snide remark meant to make the girl feel stupid, but lucky for her he wasn’t as snarky as in the dreams. “What’re you doing?” He quirked a brow at her.
"Watching you," Irisa replied simply with a little shrug, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why are you meditating?"
Damian considered not answering, but in the end, he figured there was no harm in it, “Got a lot on my mind.” He said, running a hand through his hair as he watched the girl. She looked to be around his age, which made him wonder why she was out this early in the afternoon during the week.
"Hmm...I hit things when I have things on my mind," Irisa replied. "You do this a lot then?" she asked, picking idly at the grass in front of her.
Damian couldn’t help but laugh at her response and he nodded, “I do that sometimes too.” The more dreams he’d had, the more restless he’d been getting and the more tempted he was becoming to go out and find someone who really deserved to be hit, “Sometimes I do this. It depends on whether or not there’s anything to hit.”
“Yeah, fortunately there is an over-abundance of dumbasses at school to hit,” Irisa joked dryly. “Nolan disapproves because he wants me to ‘fit in’,” she used air quotations with sarcastic look. “I think he’s just jealous that I get to have all the fun,” she said, glancing over at a bird that had landed not far from them and started to peck at the ground. “Are you at school? College?”
Damian quirked a brow at her, unsure if she was joking or not. “Who’s Nolan? Your boyfriend?” He asked, running a hand through his dark hair then shook his head, “No, I’m not actually in school. I’m actually working on getting my GED.” Or he would once he started, but she didn’t need to know that he hadn’t actually started yet.
“Nolan’s my dad...for all intents and purposes,” Irisa shrugged after explaining. “We’re more of a team than anything else, I watch his back, he watches mine, which mostly involves sending me to school,” she sighed in annoyance. “Your GED? What happened to you?” she asked curiously.
Damian wasn’t really sure what she meant by that, but he wasn’t going to ask too many questions. Not like she was apparently. He didn’t really like to talk too much about why he’d moved and wasn’t going to school, but he didn’t have the energy to try and get around the question, “My mom died earlier this year. I moved here and don’t have a legal guardian, so I decided not to try and register for school. Easier to get my GED.” He glanced down at the grass they were sitting on and pulled some pieces out.
"Oh...sorry" Irisa told him sincerely, realising they had that in common. "I know what that's like. Both my parents were killed when I was younger, Nolan's taken care of me ever since. How are you doing with it all?"
Well now her earlier statement made more sense. He shrugged in response to her question and ripped up the blades of grass he’d pulled up, “Alright, I guess. Not really looking forward to the holidays.” He’d experienced a lot of first holidays this year without his mother, but each time he’d had Alyssa there to help him get through it, but now he didn’t have that comfort so he didn’t know what Thanksgiving and Christmas would be like. Sure, he had Bran and his family so he wouldn’t be alone, but it wouldn’t be the same.
Irisa nodded, she didn't remember her parents all that well anymore, she and Nolan had been a team for so long, and let's be honest, who wanted to remember parents who took you to a cult for some weird-ass ritual. "You could come spend it with us if you'd like?" she suggested. "It's not much, we normally just have a huge dinner, play video games, mess around and eat chocolate and sweets all day," she smiled fondly as she thought of past years.
Somehow the offer didn’t really seem all that strange, not after Alyssa had suggested he move into their extra bedroom right after they’d met back in January. “Thanks, but I’m staying with my best friend and his family so I’m gonna be having dinner with them.” That was going to be a crazy affair considering how big the Stark family was with the added company of Arya’s boyfriend, Myrcella and her boyfriend.
"Fair enough," Irisa shrugged. "The offers still there if you'd like it," she told him. It hadn’t struck her as a weird offer or anything, just seemed natural to offer someone who shared the experience of a dead parent some company over the holidays. Irisa was very much a 'now' person, not what-if. "Offers open for Christmas too, it can be hard...the first holidays," she said by way of explanation with a little shrug. “I’m Irisa, by the way,” she smiled.
It occurred to Damian then that they hadn’t actually introduced themselves this entire time that they’d been talking and he decided to tease her a little bit, “So, do you usually invite strange guys to your house for the holidays?” He asked, smirking at her as he continued ripping up pieces of grass.
Irisa grinned at that and gave a little laugh. “No, but there’s a first time for everything,” she joked.
Damian couldn’t help but laugh a little as well, “Well, I’m Damian Wayne.” He wiped the bits of grass off his hands and held his right hand out towards her, “Now I’m not exactly a stranger.” He couldn’t help but wonder if this girl was also on Valarnet or if she was completely separate from the internet community.
Irisa took his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you Damian Wayne," she laughed.
"This is the part where you tell me your name now" If he were any other guy and if this were any other situation what he was doing might be considered flirting, but his posture was the complete opposite of how one acted when they were flirting; he was simply being friendly.
“I told you, I’m Irisa, Irisa Nolan,” she told him proudly, sitting up a little straighter with a smile. “So, you gonna teach me how to meditate or what?” she asked confidently.
Right. She had introduced herself, hadn’t she? He had so much on his mind at the moment that he was forgetting things that only happened moments ago. That wasn’t good. He quirked a brow at her, “I don’t recall saying I would, but I guess I could do that.”