#noswrittenworks

And though Cloud would typically high five her sister after a good night out where she got laid after a great blind date with an attractive person, that’s not what happened at all. She did not get laid, and her date night was more confusing than anything else.  

Last night she went on a date with a guy her sister had set her up with and the two of them had gotten along pretty well, up until trouble followed and made the date a whole lot more than your typical wine and salad that ended with a make out session. 

No – this night out, hadn’t even ended in trouble due to her own bullshit, it had ended that way due to his. Apparently, ‘trouble’ was this guy’s last name. Sweet, overly honest, wikipedia smart Steven, had people after him that caused even her to question things. Because, well, they weren’t uhm – human, or even just superhuman or mutant.

Whoever was after him were Other.

Which, you know, should have caused her to jolt the fuck out of any future date that could ever occur between them. And the fact that she was so chill about it probably made her seem suspicious enough for him not to call her – and he hadn’t since she’d left – but she thought it was interesting enough that, when her sister cleared her throat and had her hands out and asked, “So – how was the date?” Cloud couldn’t help but to smirk and shrug a bit half-shrug, before placing her heels near the door. 

“It was fun, I think I’ll call him in a bit. See if he’d want to have another date sometime soon. I really liked him,” even though there was more to it than that and more than one person on their date technically, when things began to go to the fuckening. Though that person wasn't technically her date. And the whole thing was a bit confusing, despite her own knowledge on these things. “He likes old things like I do. Talks a lot though. But he’s honest like you said and kind…Thing is, there’s more to him than meets the eye and I like that, too.” Amya leaned forward, rested her head in her chin. “That’s the first time you’ve enjoyed a date in a while. That good in bed huh?” 

Cloud rolled her eyes. “I don’t kiss and tell, you know that,” she lied. 

Amya rolled her eyes, “Boo.” 

Which made Cloud laugh. “No, no – we didn’t do anything. We just, like, had a good time. And you know me, always falling on my ass and injuring myself somehow. Fucked up my outfit. But it’s all fine. He doesn't mind the fact that I almost ended up in the emergency for having fun.” Another lie, despite Amya knowing some of the Delphine stuff she does not know all, so there’s not much else to go into. “Nice guy, you had a blast, and you didn’t even bone – a waste.” Amya teased, sitting back. “Just when I thought I knew you, I was wrong.” 

Cloud laughed at her sister again. “Amya, please. It was a first date.” 

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like you haven’t fu–” 

Before Amya can say anything else, there’s a knock on the door, and when Cloud goes to open it, there’s no one there. “Weird,” she said.

“Actually no, you’re doing that thing you do. Where you think you hear something but –” 

“I don’t,” Cloud finished for her. 

Amya nodded. “Go rest. Go dream about your date that you didn’t get to bone, because you don’t live life as adventurously as I thought.” 

And though Vanya is out of town right now, Hamia’s certain that she wouldn’t Naom hovering around bothering her, when he could be at his place, doing whatever it is he does whenever Vanya’s home, even though she and Vanya have an odd arrangement with her and – if anything – Naom is Hamia’s best friend above everything else, and like him, Hamia is simply a newcomer and guest and nothing more. And he can probably tell she is tired today because he kept talking to her about everything and nothing, which caused her to pay him mind while she went over notes and photographs.

“You know, you don’t have to stay. I’m perfectly capable of going over research on my own,” Hamia expressed to Naom as she sat looking at evidence the town’s people gave her, while he stood with a box in hand. 

Before she could finally ask him what it was. He walked over to her and placed it in front of her, gave her something of a smile, and took a step back, “I know, but I thought you could use the company,” he said softly, nodding once. She placed the photo of the man in her hand down to pick up the box, and slowly undid the white ribbon the box had on it. When she took out the paper inside of it, there was a cup with a cat on it that said ‘you’re prrr-fect’ that made her make a funny face, before smiling, and then rolling her eyes. “Seriously, Naom?” she questioned, before looking at him. “I love it. But seriously?” 

“You’re here so often, I figured it was time you finally had your own mug,” he told her, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, before picking up a picture making a face. “Hey, I know this guy.”

Hamia placed the cup down, gave Naom a dumb look. “You live here, of course you do.” 

“No, he doesn’t live here. He lives out of town,” Naom expressed. 

Hamia’s expression went blank as the gears in her head began to turn. “Oh?” she asked. 

“Oh, worry? -- Me?!" Her expression is mock shock. "Darling, I wouldn’t dream of it. This whole ‘master plan’ of yours is doomed to fail, whether I worry or not. You’re missing a little flair…a little explosion!” Rae smiles a catlike grin, before licking her lips.

Of course, as she speaks Nate is paying attention to something else. It’s in his nature and makes sense. Shiny things distract idiots, after all. But that doesn’t mean she's going to blow him up for not picking up on her speaking. For crying out, she rarely listens to him.

So it’s fair. It’s equality, as the gifs say. 

So, when he looks away, she pushes a button of hers to get his attention, and a car in the city, belonging to their favorite detective and her man, goes up in flames. 

Nate looks at her with wide eyes. "What the fuck was that?" he asks, hands out.  

This would typically make Sola irritable, yet since it's Farah, it just makes her shrug. “Well, it’s true. You protect me, and then what? You die. I protect you, and then what? I die. That’s just how it is here. It’s basically like those old western movies, except it’s not like that at all. It’s worse cause we’ve got computers and shit.” 

It’s not just how one would look or talk to their friend. And she’s aware of this, because when he talks to Sola, he does not look at her with the same intensity. If anything, he looks at her like they’re the best of friends or like she’s young and impressionable.  So it’s apparent he wants more, but he probably fears things will fuck up the way she does.  Biting down on her lip, she rubs the side of her arm and looks away from him, not being able to make eye-contact. She’s been controlled or used her whole life because that’s how she’s been programmed since she was a mere child. But now, here someone is, wanting her to be herself. And the thing is, she has no idea what to do sometimes when orders aren’t given. 

“I know you wouldn’t. But Nate and I have a complicated past. I sort of…act idiotic when I’m around him. I don’t know why,” she tells him, finally looking at him.