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Dick Grayson is just wingin it (nightwingingit) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-05-14 12:23:00

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allana solo

Who: Kon and Allana
What: Brooding, showering, and then ohay Allana showing up while he's in a towel post shower.
When: Today!
Where: his place.
warnings: Teenage awkwards.

Kon had been awake for very nearly a week straight. Sure he'd caught maybe an hour here and there, but those hours were useless. They were spent trapped in a nightmare. Every time he closed his eyes to try to sleep he saw children. Sometimes they were alive, but then within seconds they would die. They literally melted into the pieces of bodies he saw that night at the Orphanage. Ever since then he'd had a continuous migraine. It was strange enough for him to get a headache, but a continuing one was worrisome. He'd popped advil and tried to sleep, but just ended up laying in bed. So he stood and left the wrinkled mess of sheets to the shower.

Showers were supposed to help with stress. He'd learned that from Tim while he was at Titans Tower. Whenever Tim was feeling the stress he would shower, and the heat would literally wash it all away. So that was the plan. Shower, maybe order a pizza, and watch the news. Jacen was out fighting Cade and he felt like he should be there. Jacen had sent him away, Clark was there. It only made him feel like he should be there more though instead of the opposite. But even Clark had insisted that he take a breather. The kid had been basically obsessed with finding Cade to the point of nearly becoming violent. It was a new feeling for Kon. One he didn't like at all.

One he didn't even remember typing out, but he obviously had. It was there to Clark. He went back and looked at it several times. How could that be him? Clark had taught him better then to fight for vengeance. He knew the point of finding Cade was not actually to break his face open, so why did he feel a distinct need to do so?

The water finally began to heat up and Kon stripped of his bed clothes, climbing into the steady warm stream. His black hair flattened and clung to his face. The water spilled over his body and began to loosen his tight muscles. He'd virtually forgotten Allana was coming by when the steam began to rise to the ceiling of the bathroom. His eyes closed and his mind cleared.

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sanguinesolo
2011-05-15 07:36 pm UTC (link)

I should be getting up Allana thought, but only curled in tighter on the couch where she’d dropped when the first wave of Force pulses from the fight outside had hit her. Her father was a darkening blot in the Force, like ink spreading out and out and out from the tip of a fountain pen. That was bad enough, was always enough to make her remember being small and powerless and unable to understand, just screaming instinctively as something safe turned to something wrong. That was bad enough but Cade was worse, was just not-there, like a black hole, conspicuous only when life disappeared into it. There were still echoes of children in her mind, screams and fear and that was horrible, so horrible she wouldn’t have been able to imagine feeling anything like it if she hadn’t experienced it, but there was worse, there were the echoes of protective desperation that let her imagine the older ones trying to hide the younger children, a girl running downstairs to try locking the door to the room where they kept the hamsters or guinea pigs in their cages, that let her imagine them as more than a mass of innocent fear, that let her imagine their faces…

I should have fought him. I should have made myself get up and go after him, even if he shattered every bone in my body, even if that meant I let him hurt Dawn, as long as it meant Dad got there before he was gone. She didn’t blame herself, not really, not in a way where she acknowledged fault, but it was like when she’d been young and she’d knocked over a present her mother had sent her for her birthday, a little glass statue, and she’d seen it falling and reached out for it, felt her fingers brush it, but she’d missed. That had been in the days when she’d first come to live with her grandparents and she’d missed her mother so much, had attached meaning to that statue so that more than glass lay shattered on the floor and had cried as she crouched on the floor trying to pick up the pieces and thinking I could have caught it. She pressed her face into the back of the couch until it felt like the world was just that, an almost suffocating cocoon.

But, of course, that was an illusion that couldn’t be maintained. There was the Force and that meant you could never shut your eyes, not really, because it gave you other ways of seeing. She could sense the fight that was gearing up, the darkness against the nothingness, and her mind was riveted, locked on it, even though she knew she should be going over to Kon’s now. He’d seen the aftermath of the massacre she’d felt and she knew it was getting to him, the inability to sleep and the headaches, which worried her because she got the feeling he wasn’t supposed to get headaches, and also the fact that he was so kriffing dense about taking care of himself sometimes. The affectionate, worried irritation was enough of a distraction for her to manage to sit up and run her hands through her hair, shaking out some of the tangles and frizz, and to clear her head a little.

I can’t do anything now, I missed my chance for that, but I won’t be a distraction. Dad won’t need to feel us despairing, breaking, while he’s fighting. I can’t help, but I can at least keep it from being harder, and maybe I can help Kon at least, she decided as she ducked her head and took a couple of deep breaths. There wasn’t time to meditate properly and so she just calmed herself as much as she could, splashed some water on her face, and then headed down the two flights of stairs that separated her from her maybe-more-than-friend.

When she reached Kon’s door she raised her hand to knock but, remembering his headache, changed her mind at the last moment and eased the door open gently instead, not enough to see inside but enough to call quietly through the opening, “Hey, it’s Allana, can I come in?”

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nightwingingit
2011-05-16 12:25 am UTC (link)

Kon rarely felt pain. When he did it was intense. The headaches were a horrible thing to have with a mesh of so many other powers only making it stronger. Helping it along. Then there were the memories. They didn't help. So many of them were flooding back was the hot water poured over his skin. He'd taken several showers since he had returned home. None of them made him feel clean after seeing the devastation at the orphanage. He should have been able to save them. He was fast. He was damn near invincible but he couldn't do a thing to help them. Everything had died. Most of the dead things were beyond recognition. It was worse then almost anything Kon had ever seen in his days of being a super hero. They had always gotten there in time to save the victim. Always.

He hadn't even heard them. But part of him suspected that maybe whatever Cade had done to destroy them was something that was instant. He hoped it was instant for their sake. They were innocent in everything going on. They were just foster kids. Kon took in a strained breath as he felt moisture build in his eyes and drip down his face. When Cade was himself again, there was going to be words. If he could find the words to say. He leaned against the wall infront of him. His hands stretched forward against the tile that line his shower. He closed his eyes.

Part of him truly wanted Cade to suffer for what he'd done. He wanted to pull Cade apart with his bare hands, but Clark had said he was wrong. Why? Why was it wrong to want to avenge someone who would never be able to avenge themselves? He didn't understand. Clark was usually right about things, Kon rarely questioned him but lately he was questioning everything. Saying things he didn't mean and didn't remember saying. Like he was losing part of himself. His hand gripped into a fist as the conflicting emotions tore through him. Things he hadn't felt before. He finally reached out to turn off the shower but instead accidentally crushed the knob in his hand. The water kept pouring.

"Great." He muttered as he stepped back and wiped his face off with his arm. Shards of metal clung to his hand until he reached out to grab the towel he'd set aside for afterward on the edge of the sink. Stepping out of the shower he dried off and wrapped said towel around his waist. To get to his room he had to cross the living room that ran parallel to the door, so he stepped out of the bathroom and raised an eyebrow at the redheaded Jedi staring inside. "Oh..um, hey. " Looking downward at the towel he quickly looked away from her for a second straight at the floor. "Just a sec." With a gust of blinding super speed he was in his room, changed, and then at the door. Several magazines fell off the counter in his wake.

"Come on in. "The shower still ran in the background.

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sanguinesolo
2011-05-16 10:21 pm UTC (link)

While the door hadn’t been open wide enough for Allana to see inside at first she’d pushed it open further when she’d heard Kon say something and then begin walking towards the door, assuming that he was coming to let her in. …or not she realized, eyes widening slightly as Kon wandered into view in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and looked just as surprised to see her as she was to see his state of undress. For a few moments even the enormity of what was going on right outside the complex suddenly ceased to exist at a conscious level, swallowed in the sudden vortex of teenage awkwardness that had sprung into being in Kon’s living room.

"Oh..um, hey. "
“Hello, I, uh, sorry? I thought I heard you say something and I assumed it was ‘come in’?” She managed to cut herself off before she babbled anything else and was momentarily thrilled with the unexpected show of even that amount of poise in the face of a basically naked boy (who needed to start wearing tighter shirts because the current ones clearly did not allow for adequate warning, seriously, how did anyone get a body like that eating and playing videogames all the time? Did Kryptonian muscles bulk up every time the possessor of said muscles did something infuriating?) until she realized she was blushing and still staring. She looked down at the floor almost in unison with Kon then nodded and gave him a thumbs up in response to his ”Just a ‘sec.”

Jerk, she thought as he sped off, you get to stroll around having really great abs and then speed off with one of your eight million powers. I get to stand here wearing kriffing sweatpants and blush in your entranceway. There should be rules or-- but he was back before she could finish the thought, announced by the sound of magazines hitting the floor in the wake of his super speed, and her competitive instinct wouldn’t let her just stand there feeling flustered so she managed to raise her head and shake her hair out of her face, arching an eyebrow slightly in her best impression of unimpressed.

She was about to make some quip about his wandering around in a towel to show off, something to make her feel less awkward, but that was forgotten for a moment when she suddenly registered the sound of water coming from the bathroom. “Um, I think you’ve forgotten to turn your shower off?” She reminded him as she nodded towards the source of the noise.

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nightwingingit
2011-05-17 12:04 am UTC (link)

"I thought I was going to be done by the time you came in. But then I broke the handle and the stupid thing won't shut off. " He scowled slightly in it's direction as he nodded toward it, and ran a hand through his still wet hair. It was awkward, more then awkward. "Sorry. I'm usually faster then that. " He offered her a slightly guilty look and adjusted the sports jacket he'd chosen in the blink of an eye. "I can freeze it, but it'll only be temporary. Plumbing Knowledge isn't one of my crazy powers. " He smirked at her and reached out to take her hand, pulling her gently away from the doorway.

"Make yourself at home. It isn't much but I have a couch. So at least that's a start." His bare feet padded against the carpeted floor toward the bathroom where he froze the water and the crackling of ice formation could be heard in the other room. He was going to have to get someone to look at it later, that was lame. But whatever he wasn't really thinking about that. Allana had practically seen him naked and he felt the heat begin to rise on his own skin. Shaking it off, he stepped back into the livingroom.

"That'll fix it for now. Want anything to drink?" He was trying to not think about the towel incident. Clark would be tsking if he'd been there. Fortunately or unfortunately given the way it happened it was only the two of them. Alone in his apartment. He had a girl alone. He should be doing more then just offering drinks shouldn't he? Making a move or something? He liked her, but he wasn't sure if that was where they were headed just yet. Or if he should even be thinking about that. God why were girls so complicated.

Cassie had been easy. She made the first move. Made it much easier on him. Allana was different though, in a good way. He couldn't say she was his normal girlfriend but he could say she was more normal then Cassie and her freaky God backed powers. Ares backed her abilities. giving her a whip much like the Lasso of Truth Wonder Woman possessed. But that was another story for another day. He wasn't ready to talk about his last girlfriend, besides it probably wasn't the most appropriate new almost-girlfriend conversation. So he just looked away and waited for her reply as he headed into the kitchen for the beverages.

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