Cumbersome Affair || Priya Jul 14, 2014 19:34:25 GMT -4
Post by Talon Pierce on Jul 14, 2014 19:34:25 GMT -4
Talon was anxious and to be honest, he hated that feeling. He preferred being calm and relaxed, having his emotions and his thoughts under control and at his command. However, ever since he had met Priya at the airport, things had been anything but casual and collected for him. His daily routine interrupted continually by thoughts and concerns about the odd little Overmind, wondering if she was okay, if she had really meant what she had said back there at the airport. Surely she couldn't have blown him off just like that, having lost all interest in him in just a matter of moments. Granted, the way she phrased things was as if to say she thought that she was too weird for him, and though he had wanted to argue, he had instead let her leave rather than unnerve her more by grabbing her arm and trying to force her to stay.
At first, it had seemed like the logical thing to do. Clearly she felt that they were not meant to be around one another, or else she wouldn't have just left him like that without even bothering to tell him that she wanted to see him again. She would have given him something, some small sign to go off of...right? So yeah, his logic had told him to just let it go. It had been an amazing encounter and one he wished had gone better than it had, but it hadn't and now she was gone. He had shit to do, like making Gavin's life miserable and hitting up some of his other connections in order to vent some of the sexual frustration that the Overmind had left him with.
Only...there had been a problem, with all of it. Every trap he laid seeming to fail when he tested it, setting him back weeks into his work and allowing the other Reaver a reprieve that Talon was not at all thrilled about. He didn't want to let up on the son of a bitch and yet, for whatever reason, his brain was failing him and nothing he tried to do seemed to be coming out right. Then, to top it all off, he had gone and looked up at least three of the women that he had a rather "casual" sex life with. Booty calls, that is what they would have been called back in the day, but now...well now they were just a convenient piece of ass that he didn't usually have to worry about breaking. They were perfect to vent his frustrations on, both sexual and psychological, and yet each time, he had cringed the second they had touched him. Fuck not being able to get it up, he wasn't even able to get that far.
There was just something wrong, with all of them, and though he had run down the list of various flaws that each woman possessed, he had eventually had to admit -to himself at least- that the only flaw that was holding him back, was that they weren't her. So, he had been forced to resort to the only other method of relaxation he had, and he had tortured and killed each one of them while ranting and raging about about how he just didn't understand why Priya had done that to him. Those poor women strapped to his workbench as he paced around them, covered in their blood, rambling on and on about some woman they didn't know and trying their best to reason with him. Their reasoning, or attempts at reason anyway, only proving to piss him off more, and more often than not leading to the removal of their tongues so that he could simply continue ranting without any of their annoying feedback.
By the time he had killed the fourth one, he was no closer to understanding or quelling the anxiety that only seemed to continue to grow with each passing day that he wasn't able to see her and make sure she was alright. A part of his mind trying to reason with the rest of it, telling him that if she had made it this far, she was not going to break down and be wiped out just from a couple weeks away from him. His appearance in her life had not changed anything. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if she didn't even think about him at all. She had a business to run and her Lessers to tend to, he was probably the last thing from her mind. Yet there he sat, night after night, sketching out various drawings of her and staring blankly at all the equipment he should have been using torment Gavin.
Eventually, logic and reason cast aside, he had given in and headed toward Samhain to try and find her. She had given him a general idea of where she was, and though Talon hated public places and dealing with large numbers of people...he had made the trip and had even stopped to ask a few people who looked kind of artsy if they knew where the little art gallery was at. Most of them looking at him like he was nothing more than a dog, turning their noses up at him and walking off as though they were so much more superior. Be it their status as Overminds or just the general response his appearance drew from the more "put together" crowd, he didn't know and in his current state of mind, it took all he had not to follow them and make them suffer for what they had done.
He was a man on a mission though, and after awhile, he had found out exactly where she had set up shop. It was not surprising really, that she would be in the outpost area instead of with all the other business that were rumored to line the city square or whatever. This was perfect for her. Close enough to do business. Far enough away to keep people at a comfortable distance. The antisocial nature of the Overmind seen as endearing and cute to the antisocial Reaver, drawing a grin as he had made his way toward her shop.
Once he got there though, things had changed, and he had found that he just couldn't go in. So, he had hidden in the shadows as was his nature, and he had waited. Eventually, he had been graced with a glance of her, had seen that she was okay, and with that...he had left....telling himself that she was okay and he had gotten what he needed and that now he could get back to his normal, every day, solitary life. Words that had been much easier said than done, as soon enough he found himself going back to check on her time and time again.
About the fifth time, his conscience had gotten to him, and though the easy thing to do would have been to go in and say hi, he found that he just couldn't do it. He felt anxious, out of place....weird. In truth, he had started to feel like the freak that everyone had always claimed him to be. His logic behind that being simply...she had scurried off as though he had some sort of disease or whatever, and though she had said it was her, not him, that was a line most women used. A lot of them having used it on him in the past. But the truth had been, that it was always him, and though he had not thought of that in years, he now found himself practically consumed with it.
So, rather than confront her and risk her rejection...again...he had done the next best thing. He had taken one of his drawings, one of a rather elegant black rose, and he had finished it up a bit, shading it so that the petals held a camouflaged etching of her name. It wasn't the greatest, but when he dressed it up with that elegant yet simple silver necklace with the pink gemstone dangling from it, he had hoped it would be enough to at least meet her approval. He had then left it laying on her doorstep, hiding once more to make sure she got it, but leaving before he could really see what reaction she had to the contents of the small box that both items had been housed in.
Over the past two weeks, he had given her a few more gifts like that, each time waiting til she got it, then leaving before she could open it. Hoping with each one that somehow, it would make him feel better and ease the need to see her that he had inside of him. It didn't of course. It only made it worse. Which was exactly why he was now standing here, box in hand, ready to knock on her door and at the same time trying really hard to mentally will himself out of it. It wasn't too late after all. He could still leave the box, knock and be gone before she ever made it to the door. It would save him from being embarrassed and...well....hurt, when she rejected him for a second time. But....it would not stop the need he had inside of him.
No, for that, he needed to hear her say that she wanted him to stay the fuck away, that she didn't like him, that he was a freak like he had always been told he was. The notion drawing a soft growl from the Reaver who's features remained concealed beneath the hood of his jacket. The small crowd of people passing by making sure to keep a wide distance from the dark figure, making him feel that much more self conscious just because he was afraid he was scaring off her business. Grey eyes glancing down at his arms, noting the tattoos that were visible due to the fact his sleeves were pushed up, and quickly moving to tug them down around his wrists. It was silly, and he chastised himself immediately afterward, but when his hand finally moved forward to knock on the door, he had not made any effort to try and put them back where they were.
A heavy sigh given, he stepped back, pushing his hood back, then pulling it back up. He was not liking this feeling he had and he really just wanted it to stop and go the fuck away. Sadly, there was only one way he knew to do that, and this was it. Mentally counting down the time from when he knocked, backing away a little more as it seemed she wasn't there. He could have walked in, he guessed...since other's had done so from what he had witnessed before...but he couldn't. She had left in a manner that made him question if he would even be welcome...Plus, if she had clients or whatever, he didn't want to scare them off. Thoughts driving him another step back. Maybe he could just try again another day? Another step...then another...until finally he turned around completely. This was stupid. He was stupid. Little box shoved into his pocket as he forced both his hands inside of them...shaking his head in complete frustration. He was going to have to knock this shit off...it wasn't good for him, and really...it just made him look worse than he already did. Way worse. Heh...He could only imagine what the fuck she thought about him by now.
Tag: Priya Kapoor