I Need You (Deimos)

Deimos was drifting in and out of sleep when suddenly he felt like he was watching some strange movie. Except Rosalind was the star, and he wasn't actually awake. As he showed up suddenly in the dream, he managed to wake himself up. It took him a moment to process what he'd seen. He had a feeling he just witnessed what one of Rosalind's nightmares were. Or rather, they were more memories, he was sure. Until he showed up in the dream, at least, they were memories. His heart went out to her, he never knew about what that person, he could only assume he was her father, said to her. So she's faced the same thing he did. She's been told she was unwanted by her own parents too.

He realized she was still sleeping, and therefore probably still stuck in her nightmare. He shook her gently, calling out her name. He was a little shaken himself, those nightmares were strange, and the one with him in it was practically a replay of every one of his thoughts, just reversed... Directed towards her rather than from her. "Rosie, wake up." He called out to her.

"Uhh..." Deimos began, looking away before added via telepathy, Technically yes, but not the way you probably think... He said. He didn't know whether he should comfort her, keep his distance, or what. It was something he hated, but had no idea how to bring up; when she was triggered by nightmares or memories of what happened to her, what did she want him to do. He felt like that wasn't something one could just casually ask, and times like this didn't seem like a good time either.

He made small circles on his pillow case, glancing to her before adding, I don't know how... but your... nightmare got projected on to me. I woke up from that. He told her hesitantly. He was worried, admitting that. What if this made her decide to not share a bed anymore? He didn't want that. He realized now they were equally desperate for each other. Equally as insistent they spend forever together. He looked to her again, a worried frown on his face, "Are you okay?"

Deimos shook his head at her apology before she was even looking his way. He hoped he read it right, hesitantly pulling her close to him as he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist, resting his chin on her head. You'll be okay... He told her simply. He wanted to say it was just a nightmare, that she was safe. But still, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't protect her from her nightmares, her memories. He had his own fears of losing her, so he couldn't really tell her to stop having those thoughts. It'd be like when he told her to stop drinking, but this time if it was turned back on him, it'd be impossible to control. Because anxiety coupled with low self-esteem did that. And he didn't really know when he'd be rid of the anxiety or have self-esteem enough to stop those thoughts.

He gave her a small squeeze of a hug before loosening his hands again, wanting to make it clear to her she could leave his embrace anytime she wanted. Do you want to talk about it? He offered to her. He didn't know if he should bring up the things he saw or not. He really felt clueless, helpless, in this situation.

Deimos shook his head at her question, kind of numb. It was slightly unfair that she got upset with him the last time he asked her but she could ask him, but now wasn't the time to bring it up. In fact, he knew himself well enough to know he'd never bring that up. He chewed on his bottom lip, still unsure how to help. The projection was unexpected, definitely, but I'm not mad at you or anything. It was an accident and I mean... maybe your powers are getting stronger again. You're only 18 after all, there's still a chance you'll get even more abilities. He told her, giving her a shrug. He wished he could have some sort of ability. He had pretty good night vision and a good sense of smell, and had a good metabolism as well, but those weren't powers or abilities. Even then, the one "superpower" weres liked to use most was hearing, and he was a bit SOL in that department.

He realized he'd distracted himself, looking back to Rosalind. Even though he had experienced it himself, he had no idea what to say about her father's last words to her. I'm sorry? That sucks? He didn't know how to react - when it was said to him, he just wanted to kill them and then himself. But he was in a different place back then, he was slowly moving away from that place, very slowly, but nonetheless he was leaving behind the complete darkness for... something else. He didn't know what it was yet. It was a little terrifying and simultaneously exciting, and every time he thought further than a few days into the future his heart would start racing so much he'd question if he was having a heart attack if he didn't know what panic attacks felt like. Instead of words, he opted for another hug, pulling her close as they could possibly get to each other, this time leaving his arms a little bit tighter around her waist. I'm here now. He finally told her, the only plausibly good sentence his brain seemed to be able to form.

Deimos felt like his heart dropped at her words, looking down at the bed. His chest ached, because he knew it was still a very real fear. He was still fighting suicidal and self-harm urges every day, he was pretty sure it would only take one major thing, or enough minor things on top of intrusive thoughts, to push him over the edge...

He cleared his mind of those thoughts, looking up in time to be kissed. His mind seemed to be catching up to all the words she had said belatedly, like the entire conversation had happened in slow-motion. "Don't move out." He pleaded to her, his hands desperately clinging onto hers. He gave her a kiss of his own, and as he pulled back he had a small smile on his face. I don't know what I'd do without you anymore. I'll be fine, even if you wake me by accident. He assured her, though a part of him couldn't help but wonder if she didn't want this kind of connection because it was very personal things for her. Still, maybe this could be an opportunity. If he was projected into her nightmares, maybe he'd be able to stop them. Rosalind would finally be able to get a proper night's rest again.

He let out a small chuckle at her words, Didn't I say that already? You're never getting rid of me. He promised her. His smile widened, bumping her forehead with his, And don't even get me started on how weird brains are. He said before giving her another kiss.

Good, Deimos replied simply, his smile staying. He playfully pouted as she complimented his smile. Why? He asked, his mouth in a humorous frown.

He accepted the extended kiss for a few moments longer before pulling away. I'm glad I have you too. He pulled her down so they're were laying down again, but then pulled out his phone, checking the time. It was going on 2am. For the time it is, this is kind of strange to say... But I could really go for a coffee. He told Rosalind with a bemused smile back on his face. He brought a hand up to run it through his hair, but instead of pulling his hand down again he left it there.

Deimos let out a slight laugh, So, you think I'm hot, huh? He asked her, though he knew the answer. He knew the answer probably also backtracked to four years ago, when they first met. He supposed he was lucky - a fast metabolism plus the kind of work he typically did around the school (cleaning, manual labor) kept him in pretty good shape without him really trying. As a student, well, he was exercising by actively avoiding people. Especially once he became the face of the most (un?)wanted student in the school, it felt as if staying away from the gawking and rumors became a full time job for him.

The look on her face reminded him she didn't actually like coffee, but still she agreed. I'll get something sweeter, there might be a coffee drinker in you yet. he told her, a short chuckle escaping. He took his hands out of his own hair and tangled them in Rosalind's hair. For that, we should probably get up. He added.