where the darkness lies

“--What’s twitter?”

“What if he wasn’t my papa? Is it . . possible, do you think, that the demon could have been someone else? He’s-- He’s very dead.” There was no refuting that, not with how he’d seen the man die right before him. (It had been years, but the warlock still remembered.)

“--Oh.” That was a lot more information than he’d expected to get, but it was also a lot worse. “My мама, her parents raised me . . so it couldn’t be her, right? Both the people I thought were my parents are dead . . ” Maybe she was wrong, but her words did make sense - how else would he be able to do what he did?  

Even just her actions, though retracted soon enough, were enough to make him withdraw a few inches. “It’s fine. I’ll-- I’ll deal with it. Ahm-- no, I don’t . . Not like humans, then?” Adrien had always believed himself to be human, after all, and he didn’t see how he could have been conceived so differently that she felt the need to explain.

“I . . I think I am, but I’ll come,” Adrien replied, giving a halfhearted laugh. “Where are we going . . ?”

“Poor thing tho, it needs a home.“

“Please.”

“Didn’t really sleep,” he replied, giving a halfhearted shrug. “I’m . . I’m fine, though. Promise.”

“Do you, um-- god, sorry, I forgot what I even came here for-- shit, long night.” Adrien gave an embarrassed sigh, rubbing his eyes. “Maybe I’ll remember later.”

“Oh, did you . . ? You were here before? I-- does that mean you can tell me where the dormitories are?”

“What? I-- no, sorry, I-- ahm--” Adrien had tried to be slow about it as to not startle her (or himself), and he hadn’t been sure how to do this without kind of touching her. “I was just-- moving your hair? There was hair in your eyes. I was moving it. Y-Yeah-- sorry, I-- yeah.”

“A . . lowkey invite? What’s a low key . . ?” Though his English was nowhere near as bad as it had been when he’d first left home, he still had yet to become accustomed to what some might consider slang  words.

“I, ahm-- no, not really . . My mom died having me, and my dad-- well, he died too, three-- three years later,” he explained, a bit uncomfortable with the subject at hand. It wasn’t every day someone brought up his parents, and he couldn’t say he’d ever gotten over being orphaned.

“South . . ish. Somewhat. Yeah, that’s-- Yeah. That’s all.”

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“Ahm-- I don’t know. I haven’t seen many tattoos before, but the world outside of this one is . . normal. Very normal. Yes, I just-- yes. Just.” Adrien hesitated, trying to find the right words. “Yeah, fancy. That sounds right.”