"Maybe you're right.." he said softly, finding her chanting of his name somehow.. soothing. She didn't know his full name - not yet anyways - and so she could say "Adrian" all she wanted and it had little effect. He was amazed to see what joy knowing his name brought her.

"Wanna try and eat some dinner?" he then asked softly, his tone gentle. "And.. I can't protect you from everything.. not always. There are bigger monsters than me that go bump in the night."

(Reply) (Thread)

"Yes. We should eat before it gets cold. You get grumpy when we have to reheat things." She stole a kiss before pulling away to put food on his plate. He often came first to her and she was glad for it. Taking care of him made her happy and it wasn't as though he didn't do the same for her. He was, at times, overprotective. The thought made her laugh a little, given his comment.

"I'm not afraid of bigger monsters. Do you want to know why?"

(Reply) (Parent) (Thread)

Adrian could help but roll his eyes some, his lips smirking as he said "Uhm.. let me guess.. Because you got me? Right?"

He then laughed softly and poked at her belly, his tone light as he said "What if I'm some big tentacle monster? Would you still say that while I violated all your clefts with my tentacles of doom?"

(Reply) (Parent) (Thread)

"No, not because I have you. I'm not afraid because little by little since I've met you I've gotten more brave. Knowing you has encouraged me and even if we didn't love each other, even if there had been nothing more than that first night I think I'd have my confidence growing just from that experience."

She laughed when he poked her belly, a soft giggle.

"Ah but I already beg you to violate my clefts, do I not? You and your vicious smile and hungry fingers. I plead for it some nights. Tentacles of doom are really just all the more to love. You'd still want me if I were a tentacle monster, no?"

(Reply) (Parent) (Thread)

"I dunno..." replied Adrian then, his expression playful. He was messing with her, but at least it was all in good fun. He then sighed out a deep breath, taking on a guilty expression.

"That's the thing, Harmony.. You are what you are and.. you don't hold that back. And I have to.. to protect you. It's just not fair." he says softly.

(Reply) (Parent) (Thread)

She frowned a little.

"I'm more than what I am, though. I...I'm a mutant. I know I haven't said anything about it, but I also know you've noticed." She blushed a little, thinking about the time all of the lightbulbs in his apartment shattered as they made love. "I hold that back. My secret thing. Well. I suppose not so secret since I've shared it with you. I worry sometimes, though. There are people who do not like mutants. What if someone figured me out and tried to harm you?" She shook her head. "Keeping you safe is as much my job as you keeping me safe is yours, Tentacle Monster."

New nickname? Maybe.

(Reply) (Parent) (Thread)

"They can't hurt me." he said with a sort of confidence that comes from the knowledge of having done something over and over again. it's only half right, but in the end the truth. There is nothing in Heaven of Hell or on Earth that he had run into yet that could put him down for more than a few minuets.

Clearing his throat a bit, he draws in a breath and then says softly "Harmony.. I'm not.. normal.. either and really it doesn't matter to me. I don't understand the stigma.. people are people to me, y'know?"

(Reply) (Parent) (Thread)

"I know. And you live like that. I've never seen you regard anyone as less than another. Even I'm not that benevolent sometimes." She moves with him to the small table and sits down.

"How are you not normal, Adrian?" She couldn't help but smile as she said his name. It was so beautiful, the way it felt as her lips formed the word. "Other than your eyes...you have the most striking eyes. And sometimes, when you move, it's like you're only wearing a human skin. Like there's something more beautiful underneath."

(Reply) (Parent) (Thread)

Adrian thinks for a moment before he reached out to grab a big kitchen knife. It was kind of creepy how he rather calmly stabbed the thing into his own forearm while never looking away from her face.

He doesn't even bleed.

"They can't hurt me." he then repeats, before he has to rather forcibly yank the knife out. The blood that drops onto the counter isn't red either but more.. blue. Only a few droplets fall from the wound because it's sealing up too quickly to let any flow. He holds his arm up, letting her watch as the wounds on either side of his flesh knit and regrow.

(Reply) (Parent) (Thread)

"Adrian...no!"

It happens so quickly, the chef's knife in his hand, the eerie look in his eyes and the swift movement of his hand forcing the blade into his arm. She screamed, surprised and stunned and not understanding what was happening. On her feet in an instant, dinner forgotten, she rushes to his side.

"Why did you do that...why..." but her concern is quickly shut off. Blue. For a moment, she finds herself marvelling about the few tiny drops of blue blood spattered on the counter top. It doesn't register in her head that there should be more for a moment but when it does, she grabs his arm. Beneath her fingertips, she can feel the wound heal.

"You...you're healing. You didn't even flinch..."

There's not even a mark and she stares at his arm.

"What are you?" She whispers the words, staring at his arm, running her thumb over the vanished wound as though she's touching something holy.

To her, she is.

(Reply) (Parent) (Thread)