Testing My Wings

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@awkwardangel-mason continued from [x]

 “We are no strangers to each other..”, Juliette let it out quickly not wanting the young boy to loose his trail of thoughts, curious to know why would the latina mention her in a talk. It wasn’t something that the vampire wasn’t used to: a guy being shy to speak his whole thoughts to her, but Mason’s nervousness had nothing to do with it as far she could get.

“Uh, right,” he stuttered, brushing his fingers through his blonde hair as his wings fluttered behind him.  “Well, my charge...you know Monroe?  Jameson?  He’s a geopath, 23.  Kind of isolated-- I mean, he got into a couple fights when he first got here, but people have pretty much left him alone since then.”  Mason didn’t want to mention the rumors about him being a Rebel that had led to the fights.  He was supposed to be looking out for the guy after all, not making things worse.  “I mean, I know he’s dating Santana-- they’re living together now; but neither of them are really that...open, you know?  And I felt like maybe if I could just get to know Monroe a little better, I could look after him better, you know?”  The sixteen-year old rubbed his neck nervously.  This suddenly felt like a very dumb idea.

“Odd is a soft description of what you have been these days but it works for a start of explanation. Just…think of me as a judgmental shrink who doesn’t filter her honesty.”

She shifted in her seat moodily, but didn’t actually get up.  She should: he’d been coming up to her more and more often as time passed, even if he was still partly-intimidated by her, and if she continued to tolerate him, he’d probably just gain confidence.  Not that the feather-brain was horrible company, but Santana didn’t want him to start getting it into his head that she actually cared about his ass.  Mason was amusing for the fact that he was connected to her boyfriend– that they were polar opposites and yet linked by some creepy move on the universe’s part– but that didn’t make them friends.  Her dark eyes fluttered slightly as she sighed.  “So, don’t you have work or a date or friends or something?” she asked, somewhat regretting that she’d opened them up to conversation.  

Santana’s words had the angel stumbling over himself to try to reassure her.  “No!  No-- I really-- I saw you.  I wanted to just...say hi to you...”  Oooh boy could he feel his face burning up in embarrassment.  The couple always managed to make any discomfort Mason was feeling ten times worse.  Especially when they started talking about sex...

Mason began gaping like a fish when the older teen began dropping innuendo about his reaction to their intimacy.  “What?  No!  I mean, I don’t think so...” The junior usually was fine with the fact that he’d only been intimate with one person once, but whenever the witch brought up the fact that her and Monroe were very physical with each other (which was a lot), the blonde boy found himself wishing like crazy he was a little more experienced so he could rebuff her a little more confidently.  After all, he was a sixteen-year old male, so getting worked up at random times was normal, he was pretty sure.  But now, with his link with Monroe going on, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it.  Santana’s words never helped.  “And I don’t watch...that stuff.  Piper and I are fine without that or anything with...you know...”  He waved his hand awkwardly in her direction to emphasize her relationship with his charge.  “And besides-- Agent Adler says that the link has a sort of range to it unless there’s an emergency.  That’s why I-- you know, why I like being around Monroe, I guess.  It’s supposed to be some sort of physiological conditioning to stay close and look out for him, is what she says.”  Even though neither Monroe nor Santana ever exhibited any interest in the why’s or how’s of the situation, he always felt the need to try to explain himself to them.

She didn’t leave: not that she often did right away.  Whenever Mason found her alone, she seemed more apt to tolerate him, he’d’ found.  Although he couldn’t figure out why she wouldn’t just surround herself with Monroe or Charlie or someone if she was lonely; but he was fairly certain the couple wasn’t at odds, since he didn’t feel tense at all.  But he answered her question happily enough.  “Nope.  Today’s my day off, and Piper’s spending time with her dad.  We might go out tonight if she has time though: she said she’d call.”  The angel looked back at her.  “What about you?”

Santana sat at the base of the Old Man Statue in Wilde Square, contemplating the people as they walked by.  She had work in a little bit, but she still probably should grab a bite to eat before heading over.  For most of the summer, she’d spent a lot of her meals at Neptune’s Trident or Style and Glaze, making good use of the fact that her boyfriend and best friend made excellent munchies.  And through September, she’d still done the same, even as the numbers lessened with so many residents heading off to school.  And then her birthday had come and gone.

Santana had no desire to go to Luxsit– she didn’t have any reason to sit in a stuffy classroom and learn things she was never going to need to know.  She tolerated being on ROTC because she always enjoyed pissing off Darling, and hell, she’d admit it– she still hadn’t let go of the idea of being reunited with Britt by becoming a Suit herself.  Plus the workout was damned good for her.

But she felt a little on-edge since her nineteenth birthday had come and gone, and while she couldn’t really identify the source of the feeling, it had been enough that she’d taken to trying to roaming the town– avoiding places where she had instant links and people– in order to try to shake the restlessness.  The town square was kind of dull, but a lot of people did walk by.  Maybe she could at least find someone to mock.

A body slid into the seat beside her, about forty percent confidence and sixty percent uncertainty.  Throw in the slight ruffle of his feathers behind him, and the Latina didn’t even have to glance in her peripheral vision to guess who was there.

“What are you doing here Chicken?”

It didn’t stop him from wanting to be close to the older boy, however, which caused more than a few issues, since the geopath hadn’t really warmed up to the angel since he’d first arrived.  Monroe did seem to tolerate Mason hanging out at Neptune’s Trident so long as he stayed in the back and didn’t talk to him, but the teenager could tell he was probably eagerly waiting for Mason to get complete control of their emotional link so that he could sever it.  It wasn’t much of a leap to guess that there was only one person Monroe Jameson was okay with sharing his vulnerabilities with-- maybe two-- and it certainly was never going to include the kid that had magically been granted access to him.

Monroe wasn’t the only person that had been having a difficult summer because of Mason-- Piper was very possibly equally unhappy with the arrangement.  Following the AFTER Games, she’d managed to come to terms with Mason and Monroe being sort of destined to be connected, had forgiven him for it, and they’d been able to restart their relationship to Mason’s joy.  But the Agent’s daughter seemed equally irritated with him that he couldn’t just turn off his need to be around the Hazel Runner, and while she still came with him to Neptune’s Trident, it was with a sort of passive-aggressive disapproval that he was desperate to fix between them.

And so, with school restarting, Mason had made an effort to attempt to find a way to sate his emotional reliance on Monroe without actually being around Monroe.  He’d spent more time with Natalie at work-- and, by association, Charlie-- but the best substitute he’d found was probably the one that wanted to see him as much as the man himself: Santana.  

Since the Warg had started living with Monroe, Mason had noticed she seemed to just pick up more of his-- he didn’t know how to describe it.  Essence maybe?  Santana definitely carried a lot of Monroe’s well-being with her: her coma had proven how tied together they were.  And with the girl no longer going to school, she seemed to have more time on her hands to just wander around.  All he had to do was find her.

Not to say she was generally happy when he did so.  “Um, it’s lunch,” he replied nervously, eyes flicking back and forth between her and his shoes as his wings ruffled nervously behind him.  Hers never seemed to, his mind noted jealously.  “And I saw you here, and I just thought I’d stop and say hi I guess.”

Hookers. Strippers (which Charlie’s totally designing the cake for). Lots of porn and dirty magazines gift wrapped. Everything a 16 year old boy could ever want. 

Hookers. Strippers (which Charlie’s totally designing the cake for). Lots of porn and dirty magazines gift wrapped. Everything a 16 year old boy could ever want. 

As much as I’d love to be Aunt Charlie… There’s no bun.