Darksiders Concept Thingy With Strife (3)
Strife was taking the lead as he was the one who got the whereabouts, from Vulgrim, for one of the ingredients they needed to bring back humanity. It was an enjoyable journey, because he and the human Alex were trading jokes.
She sat on Mayhem, fiddling with a project of hers that she says will help her make clothes. She smiled easily at him as her eyes were focused on her task. It was odd for Strife. He felt like it was only him and her in the world as the two of them talked. Unless, of course, Fury or Death had anything smarmy they wanted to add to the conversation. War was quiet, but whenever Strife checked on him, the giant nephilim was watching, obviously engaged with everyone talking.
The world around them trilled with her laughter when he told her a particularly bad joke. Strife smiled at her glee and at the groan that Death and Fury made.
"You're awful,' Alex said through her giggling.
"Ah, Princess. You wound me," Strife playfully lamented.
She laughed again. She fully looked up at him as she stopped working, then said, "Princess? When did I become a princess?"
Strife shrugged. "It makes since. You're small and fragile. That's what most princesses I know are like."
"You don't know any princesses," Fury snarked.
"Well apparently now he does," Alex teased back. Then she sighed and said, "But I am offended that I'm viewed as weak and fragile. It makes me feel useless."
"You are weak and fragile," War stated plainly.
"But you're not useless," Strife was quick to add when he saw the sadness seep a bit deeper into her half smile. "The way you defeated that grappleclaw with that environmental trap you set up was amazing."
"Which I still think was unnecessary and dangerous. We didn't need help," Death reminded Alex of his opinion.
Fury playful swatted Death with the back of her hand against his chest as she chuckled, "You just didn't like that it was you that she was helping."
"You're welcome, by the way," Alex said with a smile at Death.
Death only rolled his eyes as he raised his head and hands up slightly like he was asking the heavens why he was stuck with these people.
Alex then turned her attention back on Strife. "But anyways, if you're dead set on calling me princess, then I'm going to have to call you My Knight."
Fury gagged and Alex laughed, but Strife was just momentarily speechless over the idea of Alex seeing him as a hero or a protector of some kind. It's a new feeling.
"I have to say. I am determined to keep calling you princess... Princess"
She blew a raspberry at him through her laughter then said, "Very well, my knight," in a very elegant voice.
Fury gagged even louder and said, "Please go back to calling him Mr. Quickdraw Mcgraw."
"I will. But someone sounds jealous," Alex teased, "Do you want a nickname too?"
"What? You don't want me to call you beautiful?"
It was Strife's turn to gag. "Please don't. She's got a big enough ego."
Fury was glaring at Strife as she said, "Besides we all already know I'm the prettiest one here."
"Maybe so," Alex conceded as Strife did silent, rude hand gestures at Fury, "but humanity, even before the apocalypses, lost a lot of information because people thought, "Everyone knows this, why would we restate it anywhere else," and well I think your beauty shouldn't be lost to the sands of time. You know?"
Strife could see everyone looking at Alex in complete confusion and he knew he was mirroring his siblings on the matter. Fury was actively avoiding the human woman's warm smile and gaze. Strife saw her hand twitching on her sword whip, like she wanted to use it on something.
"Alex, I think you're being too nice. You're going to start giving us ideas?" Strife joked.
She turned her attention back on Strife. "What's wrong with ideas. You all act like you've never been giving a complement, or had someone say thank you to you or anything else nice for that matter?
"That's because you keep acting like we're human." Strife stated.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
An uncomfortable silence fell on everyone as she looked expectantly at Strife, waiting for an answer that none of them can properly answer.
Eventually, Death's voice cut through the silence, asking, "How much farther until we reach our destination, Strife."
The human and nephilim turn their attention to the oldest of the group and Strife was, for once, eager to answer him, "It's just a few more hours away."
Strife walked a little bit ahead, passing by Alex's sad and disappointed look as she went back to working on her project.
So much for being her knight, he thought.