Family Affair (Rosalind) [COMPLETE]

He pressed the answer button on the phone, making sure TTY was on. Speak He told her. He wondered a bit if she'd never looked it up, but then realized he really didn't talk with anyone but her and the Headmaster. And the Headmaster had no reason to call him. He really didn't call his parents too often, either, let alone had he done so in the last week like he intended to. Guess he was surprising them. He realized it probably never even crossed her mind that he would - and could - call people and answer the phone. I'll show you how this works, in case video calling or telepathy doesn't work. You won't be out of options. He assured her. Am I a chair now? He asked lightly, though he was trying to seem annoyed.

Deimos nodded, setting his phone down next to him. So just remember, even if you can't use your powers, and video is being dumb, I'm still available. He paused. And I also showed you that because our texts will be limited. I think I get like... 100 text messages a month. He said, frowning. He hoped he wouldn't have to renew the contract. At least he was able to keep his own phone, but the contract they were given for their trip was heavy on minutes, okay on data, and horrible with text messages. Which maybe for a hearing person, that was fine. But for someone who had to use an app just to answer a phone call, none of that was really ideal.

He raised an eyebrow, "I am, am I?" He asked her, return the kiss when she kissed him, and then holding her in place for another one. It's what you get for using me as a chair. He told her. He glanced over when his phone lit up, sighing as he was saw it was his alarm. Had it really already been hours since he finished packing? That didn't seem right, though the time and alarm said it was. Time needed to learn to slow for important goodbyes. He let out a groan as he sat up, holding Rosalind in his lap still. I will miss you, so, so much. And don't worry, everyone in my hometown is ugly. He was trying to joke because he knew it was going to be far too long before they saw each other again. At least they were getting a more direct route home, and if weather permitted, the scouts were talking about getting plane tickets instead.

He groaned, mentally this time. He hadn't gotten any closer to any of the other people on his team. Especially not the girl from the same year as him. She was still complaining about how they shouldn't let criminals, let alone werevamp hybrids, go a scouting mission. Deimos ignored her most of the time, it was easy to do because she didn't try to get his attention pretty much ever, but he really wasn't looking forward to spending potentially over two weeks with her.

He begrudgingly got up, gently bring Rosie to the floor, before going to his suitcase. It had never been so hard to leave someone. Even though he knew it wasn't true, his mind was telling him it'd be like everyone else in his life, that he'd come back and Rosalind would make a snide comment, saying she thought he'd be gone a lot longer, that it was over, that she had never actually wanted him. He knew it wasn't true. He knew it. But still, his mind was reminding him his biological parents, his own flesh and blood, had wanted him dead before he was even born. His adopted parents, as loving as they were, were always quick to get rid of him, not sure how to handle a growing and grown hybrid. Rosalind had been the only person who remained a constant in his life, well, her and now Felix, but he was scared of losing the more familiar constant.

Deimos forced a smile, returning her hug and burying his face in her hair, kissing her head. I'll be back before you know it. He hoped it was true. Despite his mind cycling through doubts, he knew this was a good opportunity, that Rosalind meant those words, that he wouldn't lose her just because they were apart for a bit. I love you too. He replied, blinking back tears. Why was he so close to crying? This was ridiculous. He didn't cry. Not for something like this.

He knew it was for something like this, though, because he'd never had this. He was clinging so desperately to the one person who loved him unconditionally, who helped him, who eased his moods when they got too overwhelming. If he was honest with himself, he didn't want to leave either. He would've been fine never seeing his parents again (either set of them), and giving his adopted parents a call every once in while to say hi and make empty promises about trying to get up to Greece for the holidays. Now he was leaving the unconditional love for the love of parents, obligated love. He was going away from her, and she was his ears, his sanity, his heart. Finally, he pulled away, though he seemed reluctant, I should meet up with rest of the team. He told her.

6:30 am. Deimos couldn't remember the last time he saw those numbers on a clock corresponding to morning. It was inhumane (no pun intended). At least could get ready quickly, so while he was waiting for the others, he was sitting outside a cafe with a coffee, yogurt with fruit, and a piece of cake, trying not to fall back asleep. What child would be up this early anyway? Let alone on a Saturday. One of his team members had said something about getting this done and over with, and Deimos couldn't agree more. But that didn't answer why they had to be up so early. Or maybe it was answered, but last night was the full moon and he was still trying to recover from that. No alcohol. He even was given a limited amount of pain meds. He sat at the table pretending like he didn't feel like dying at the moment. Everything hurt. At least he could smoke. He hadn't done so since he had returned home after finishing school, but it was something like a comfort to him. Something reserved only for home.

He was startled a bit when he heard Rosie, putting out the cigarette quickly, as if she had just appeared in front of him instead of just using telepathy to talk. Uh.. yeah. I can. He told her, pulling his phone out. He saw the time in Antarctica, realizing the full moon was just beginning there. He sighed, having a feeling he knew what the video call was for. He prepared his table, casually putting the ash tray on the empty table beside him. He tried taking off his sunglasses, but it was just too bright for it being so early. He hated the sun. He set the phone up against his coffee cup, playing with the remainder of the cake (just crumbs) while he awaited her call.