Restoring calm (rp for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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magic_fratboyTakes place after this.
The second he got home, Tommy went to the bathroom, vomited, and got in the shower.
There was a sense of deja-vu as he stood beneath the warm spray of water, a memory coming to him unbidden of the first time he'd nearly lost his life to evil. He'd been patrolling the streets again, and come home a broken mess. Beneath the water, he'd let power heal him for the first time as he mulled over that fight...then was foolish enough to get jumped by a group of human servants that had broken into his home.
He felt that same energy now, wondering if he'd done the right thing by Selene in dealing with Tristan as he had. The heat of the water rolled off of him along with the dark energy that slid from his skin like oil with every passing moment. He wondered if this was the way to begin before he had any real power of his own to claim.
The question answered itself in his own head before he could give it much consideration: he already had all the power he needed.
He remembered the way she'd touched his face...how he'd only lied to Tristan just a little.
It was less jealousy and more his own insecurity, he knew, that bothered him about that brief moment. Even now, what he knew of her history with Tristan and others was murky at best, but he preferred it that way unless she felt the need to share with him. But Tristan was powerful...he was rich, he was a man from Selene's world of experience. He could probably give her things Tommy never could.
If he was even remotely human, at any rate.
That was another fact to consider, how well he'd held up beneath the strain of his energy, but his thoughts were interrupted then by the soft sound of the bathroom door opening and closing again. Frowning, he tugged the shower curtain aside just enough to see her standing there, watching him with her back against the door.
He knew, without question, that he'd never seen a more beautiful woman...that he'd never be truly worthy of having her with him.
Smiling, he leaned out just a little further and playfully shook his head, spraying just a little water everywhere.
"Don't just stand there, babe...either come in or start talkin'." he teased. "C'mon, seriously, what's up?"
The second he got home, Tommy went to the bathroom, vomited, and got in the shower.
There was a sense of deja-vu as he stood beneath the warm spray of water, a memory coming to him unbidden of the first time he'd nearly lost his life to evil. He'd been patrolling the streets again, and come home a broken mess. Beneath the water, he'd let power heal him for the first time as he mulled over that fight...then was foolish enough to get jumped by a group of human servants that had broken into his home.
He felt that same energy now, wondering if he'd done the right thing by Selene in dealing with Tristan as he had. The heat of the water rolled off of him along with the dark energy that slid from his skin like oil with every passing moment. He wondered if this was the way to begin before he had any real power of his own to claim.
The question answered itself in his own head before he could give it much consideration: he already had all the power he needed.
He remembered the way she'd touched his face...how he'd only lied to Tristan just a little.
It was less jealousy and more his own insecurity, he knew, that bothered him about that brief moment. Even now, what he knew of her history with Tristan and others was murky at best, but he preferred it that way unless she felt the need to share with him. But Tristan was powerful...he was rich, he was a man from Selene's world of experience. He could probably give her things Tommy never could.
If he was even remotely human, at any rate.
That was another fact to consider, how well he'd held up beneath the strain of his energy, but his thoughts were interrupted then by the soft sound of the bathroom door opening and closing again. Frowning, he tugged the shower curtain aside just enough to see her standing there, watching him with her back against the door.
He knew, without question, that he'd never seen a more beautiful woman...that he'd never be truly worthy of having her with him.
Smiling, he leaned out just a little further and playfully shook his head, spraying just a little water everywhere.
"Don't just stand there, babe...either come in or start talkin'." he teased. "C'mon, seriously, what's up?"
