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.

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"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?"

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"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."

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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.

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"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.

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