The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Ghost was certain she had never felt more awkward in her life. She'd never imagined herself getting married. Ever. And so her heart had no preparation for a conversation of this magnitude, let alone this conversation carried out in the way that it was being carried out now.
>"And your parents, boy? What kind of name is Chendash?"
It was slightly humorous to hear the mildly condescending boy and son being directed at Sebastian. Sebastian, the man who was probably older than the summation of the ages of all the store's current occupants.
>"Something funny?"
Caught in the act, Ghost didn't have time to make up a proper excuse. "No."
>"I had thought you would have a bit more self control than this, Maya."
Huh? She was finding humor in Sebastian's age and his possible reaction to it, but her dad seemed all too serious for the situation. Did he really dislike Sebastian that much? Her insides dropped about an inch with the sudden weight of this realization.
>"How long do you have?"
Ghost's eyes widened. How did he know? Had she told him about her future dream? She didn't think she had. He must think she was getting married because she only had so many more years before she dissolved into thin air. Ghost sort of sputtered. Well she was completely without a body in ten years, but she had at least a year before it became noticeable.
>"Doesn't matter. What matters is that you two get married before it starts to show. I can have your birth certificate overnighted."
And now he was being helpful? Ghost was really confused. He must really have wanted to walk his daughter down the aisle...
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 28, 2009 19:10:40 GMT -6
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Ghost's father began snapping out questions and comments like a drill sergeant snapped out commands. He hardly left any time between sentences for the two white haired mutants to respond.
“My parents are dead. Csendes is a Hungarian name; it means 'peaceful'.” He wanted to say something about how he was hardly a 'boy', but Mr. Swift had already moved on to snipping at Ghost's amused expression.
Sebastian wasn't sure what exactly was amusing. He couldn't remember having been in a more awkward situation ever, and he had a lot of memories with which to compare.
I only got worse from there:
>"I had thought you would have a bit more self control than this, Maya."
Sebastian had never had anything to do with air elementals' self control or lack thereof. Mr. Swift was clearly interpreting this the wrong way.
“It's not...” Sebastian tried to correct him, but the man forged on ahead, going on about birth certificates and asking how long she had. Ghost just looked bewildered and confused. She hadn't figured out what she had implied.
>"Doesn't matter. What matters is that you two get married before it starts to show. I can have your birth certificate overnighted."
Wait. Now that he thought his daughter was with child, he was all for the plan of getting married? Sebastian's jaw dropped involuntarily. It wasn't like that, but did the unicorn shifter want to explain how it really was? Which would be a worse scenario in the middle aged man's eyes, the incorrect assumption or the actual truth? 'I love your daughter and... oops. Don't worry, we'll make it right' or 'We're just friends getting married for convenience's sake'?
Sebastian was doing an awful lot of swallowing today. He picked up his teacup again, but it was empty now. He set it back down with a gentle click. He wasn't sure what to say now.
It was strange. They were going to be married. I seemed like a rushing inevitability and everyone was eager to see it happen now. Or yesterday. But this was the first time she was hearing Sebastian's last name. Maya Csendes. She hardly had time to put the thought together before her personal interrogation began.
"Uh... are we all on the same page here?" Ghost pulled the shirt close in to her middle hugging it and herself. She had the distinct feeling that she was missing something important.
>"Yeah. You and horny boy are having a classic shotgun wedding moment. Can't say I'm not looking forward to having grandkids, just didn't think it'd be this way."
Ghost had not been sipping her tea, but she choked all the same. So that was why he was being so helpful? To cover up her shame in making a mistake and to help put things right?
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I am not pregnant. That's uhh-- impossible." Although, there had been a really risky night with Zephyr once... That was something she might confess to Sebastian, but never to her dad. Did she dare look to Sebastian for help on this one? Probably not. She had to be sure.
Strangely enough he didn't really seem to believe her. Or maybe he was expecting her to deny it. >"Honey, it's okay." He seemed more interested in questioning Sebastian now. >"You can take care of them? Provide for them? I don't want her working long hours to support you two."
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 28, 2009 21:29:58 GMT -6
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'Horny boy' was an insult that was taking things just a little too far, and yet, this was Ghost's father and he was trying to make a good impression. He had already failed miserably, but it didn't stop him from trying to make it better. His fingers clenched into fists and he inhaled deeply. He had heard worse than that before.
And the man still had it wrong, even after Ghost tried to correct him.
“It's not like that, Mr. Swift. She's not pregnant.” His voice was firm, with no hint of anything other than complete seriousness. Sebastian was a miracle worker, but he didn't deal out that kind of miracle.
And grandchildren? It was still a little early to be thinking of that when they hadn't even kissed. Maybe someday, if Ghost wanted children they would, but certainly not until they got this whole strange marriage scenario worked out. It was a strange situation to be entering into. They were rushing things because of government deadlines. Perhaps they would have gotten married someday anyway, but this kind of put things all backwards. It would likely take some getting used to before anything like that had a chance of happening.
“Look, you needn't worry about finances or her having to support me. I'm opening my own clinic this fall and money is not an issue. As for taking care of her, I've been doing a better job than anyone else around here.” He tried hard not to emphasize the 'anyone else' in that statement. His nerves were beginning to fray and he was about to the end of his rope when it came to all of Mr. Swift's assumptions. Thus far the unicorn shifter had been perfectly civil, but it was getting more and more difficult to keep a sharp edge out of his voice.
“It's not like that, Mr. Swift. She's not pregnant.”
She studied Sebastian for a moment. She'd never heard him so... serious? Ghost returned his encouraging hand squeeze from earlier and turned back to face one of the most exasperating people she'd even known in her life.
The corners of his mouth were curling the more Sebastian spoke, paused when Sebastian delivered his kicker, and ended in a slightly mollified expression. >"Glad to hear it..." Allen Swift leaned back in his chair feeling old and tired. He wasn't nearly as antagonizing as he had been previously. In fact, he seemed almost resigned to the idea. He held Sebastian's gaze for a long moment. >"You guys are serious aren't you..."
Ghost looked over to Sebastian and rolled her lips under her teeth and back out again. If this was what it took to keep him here... "Yes."
>"Do you love him?"
That... was a good question. Ghost ducked physically, but dragged her eyes back up from her lap to the pale man sitting next to her. It wasn't exactly that kind of marriage, but somehow she was pretty sure that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 28, 2009 23:27:41 GMT -6
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He unclenched his hand when Ghost reached to squeeze it. Then he slowly unclenched the other one, too. Mr. Swift was finally listening. Or he had been listening all the while and just wanted to see how they reacted if he gave them a hard time. Sebastian met his gaze, clear blue eyes never wavering. He nodded once to affirm that he was indeed serious. Ghost answered out loud, also in the affirmative.
>"Do you love him?"
The pale immortal turned to look back at Ghost. She ducked her head and looked at her lap. She didn't answer.
Sebastian didn't blame her; it was a hard question. One that Mr. Swift could just as easily have asked him. Do you love her? He had saved her life, danced with her, and saved her life again. They had become friends, but they still had a lot to learn about each other. She was willing to sacrifice her own freedom to marry someone else some day just to ensure that he could stay in the country he had chosen for a home. She was noble, kind hearted, and good. He wanted to protect her and keep her from harm. Did that mean he loved her?
Love was a tricky, slippery thing; impossible to measure and impossible to see. The edges were fuzzy, a fog into which a person could stumble and not realize where they were until they were up to their eyes in it.
Do you love her? The question pounded through his head and his heart. He didn't know. He could love her. Maybe even loved her now.
He looked at her and tried to take in every detail: the way her white hair fell, the way she tilted her head, the way she fidgeted, and the way she held the silk shirt he had made.
Do you love her? He was pretty sure the answer was yes.
What went into a marriage? Ghost remembered her mom cooking dinner so that by the time dad got home it would be ready. She thought of the garden that her parents had planted together, the methods they used to tell each other when they were angry with one another, the grief they shared, and the joy that remained afterward... It would be lovely to have that. One day.
Not only did Ghost want Sebastian to stay in the country, but she wanted him to stay close. Was it selfishness that prompted her to offer this tie between them? Because really, what was she giving up? No lonely return to an empty room after a long day of work. Someone would be there waiting. She wouldn't have to deal with suitors. Not that she had, really, ever had a serious suitor in her life.
Was that the kind of marriage this would be? Real? Just... jumped much sooner than it would have naturally? Or was that assuming too much? She certainly liked Sebastian, but it sort of felt like one of those school girl crushes you know will never come to fruition. Because the object of you desire is too old, too wise, too handsome or too taken.
And what of love? There were a lot of people who had a special place in her heart already. Koga, Aurum, Shin, Sam, Kat, Calley... Garrett. Maybe she didn't want to rush in with her heart in her hand...
She couldn't promise love. Not yet. But she could still help.
Apparently, they'd gazed into eachother's eyes for long enough. Mr. Swift sighed and scooted his chair back before taking his time standing. His decision was made as long as Ghost's was. >"Just make sure this is what you want. Both of you. And I fully expect to walk you down the aisle. "
With a measure of surprise, Ghost watched him march somewhat resignedly back to his chair and newspaper. That... wasn't as bad as it could have been.
"I-uh..." Where to even begin? They certainly had a lot to talk about. "I have to finish this shift... Can we talk in an hour or so?" She checked the clock to be sure of how long she had left before they could sort things out properly. She'd be off around lunch time and not expected back until close. Even the closing shift could be shifted for a good reason. And getting married was a good reason, wasn't it?
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 29, 2009 15:29:53 GMT -6
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>"Just make sure this is what you want. Both of you. And I fully expect to walk you down the aisle."
And just like that, Mr. Swift gave in. He made a very valid point, though. Sebastian, too, wanted to make sure this was what Ghost really wanted. She was giving up a lot more than he was by promising to spend a lifetime with just one person; she only had one lifetime to spend.
That, however, was a subject for later discussion. Ghost had work to do, Mr. Swift had a newspaper to read, and Sebastian could keep himself busy while he waited. There was a never ending list of things to do at the clinic, which was only a very short walk away.
Sebastian stood, somewhat surprised that the interview had ended as well as it had. Turning to Ghost he replied, “I'll be at the clinic if you want to talk some more when you get off.”
At the clinic. Sure. Since it wasn't open yet, it was certainly a less than public place. Even if it were, there were private apartments above. That was where Sebastian was living now, after all. Ghost picked up her broom and dustpan turning in time to see Sebastian's tail disappear into the revolving door. Allen bent his newspaper down low enough so that Ghost could see his face.
>A tail? He mouthed the words despite the fact that no sound came out. She got the message loud and clear and there was no need for his escalating eyebrows.
Would she live in the apartment? Would he move to the Mansion? It wasn't like she had many things for them to combine. Mostly just clothes. She scratched her head and set about finishing up the floors. She felt a little like Cinderella. Sweeping the floors before walking to her... well, combined white knight and noble steed. Was that bad? Did that mean she wasn't grounded in reality?
The hour passed slowly. Everytime she finished a task, it seemed as if only a minute had passed. She must have been cleaning like a demon. When her hour was done, she called a cab for her dad to return to the Mansion without her, but he insisted on walking her to the Clinic so that he at least knew where it was. She consented and arranged for the cab to meet them there.
As short a walk as it was, Allen Swift sure had a lot of advice to dole out. The first and most important of those tidbits of advice was to make sure to never hide anything from oneanother.
"Are you still mad at her?" Ghost laced her hands behind her back and rocked from toes to heels as she waited for the black and yellow they'd called.
>"A little." He admitted. From the press of his lips, she could tell that was about everything she would hear from him on the matter.
She waved to the cab until it turned the corner where her bookstore's revolving door gleamed in the noon light before she made her way into the Clinic. It was probably too early to say 'Honey, I'm home,' but she was sorely tempted. At least she was past the point of knocking and waiting. "Anyone home?"
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 29, 2009 21:22:57 GMT -6
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The clinic seemed very empty when he got back. By this point it was starting to look ready to go, but there were still many finishing touches to put into place. The new locks for all the doors, for example, and the squeaky back staircase, and a window or two that didn't open quite right, and a door that scraped on the bottom, and, and, and. One step at a time, he reminded himself.
Not like a marriage, where you just leap right into it. Sebastian frowned to himself as he found the tools he needed to begin installing the locks in the back hallway doors. There was a back entrance that would allow tenants to access the stairway without going through the clinic, and the doors between alley and hall as well as hall and clinic both needed replacing, as the old ones were not only rusty, but mysteriously missing keys.
It was lonely in the back hallway; he had only his tools and his thoughts to keep him company. Usually that was all he needed, but after the bustling book shop the clinic seemed much too quiet. He had much too much time to start worrying. It wasn't for his own sake that he was concerned, but for Ghost's. She was very young to be making this kind of decision, and he didn't want her to be trapped if she wasn't truly ready for such a commitment. Maybe he was being too selfish by letting her rescue him. Perhaps it would be better for her if she wasn't tied down to someone that she only chose out of some odd combination of gratitude and pity.
The thoughts tumbled around and troubled him as he fumbled around with the latches. They were sticking more than he wanted them to. After what seemed like eternity the new deadbolts were finally sliding into place the way they were supposed to do and Ghost was calling out from the front of the store.
“I'm back here,” he answered as he set his tools aside, brushed himself off, and walked out to greet her in the waiting room.
She looked like her normal self, standing there. Sebastian shook his head, somewhat bemused. He wasn't sure what he had expected her to look like exactly, certainly not sunbeams that followed her even when she was indoors or anything like that. Even though so much had changed in such a short period of time, they were still the same two people they had been this morning. She was still just Ghost, and that was just fine with him.
“Hello again,” he smiled to welcome her in. “We've actually got some furniture upstairs now if you'd like to sit down, or the park isn't far if you'd rather talk and walk at the same time.”
Her initial feeling at hearing Sebastian's voice was awkwardness. It was like trying to relearn how to be around someone when your whole view of them changed. She tried her best to push through the strangeness so that by the time he came out front she would be as Ghosty as ever. At least he hadn't lit candles. Did he even know about her "allergy" to fire?
"Oooh furniture. Sounds fancy." She grinned despite herself. "What in the world have you been sleeping on this whole time?"
Or maybe she didn't want to know? She imagined hay and a standing Unicorn in one of the rooms. Having a sometimes horse for a husband would take some getting used to. Heck, having someone to come home to at all would take getting used to. "I haven't ever seen upstairs properly." And if it was possible that she would be one of the tenants there, she would have to see it some time.
In fact, it was probably time to start negotiations already. "How exactly do you think this will all work out? Exactly? I mean, you know more about it than I do... having done it before." Walking forward, she hoped to get the marriage train rolling in thought and in deed. They would certainly not evict Sebastian from this soil.
She noticed his rust smudged hands and his screwdriver. "I thought this place was mostly done?" The sitting room certainly looked close to there.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 30, 2009 14:26:15 GMT -6
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“A mattress,” Sebastian admitted with a sheepish grin. He did not admit where he'd gotten it; she didn't want to know. Bachelors were bachelors no matter what century they were born. And he'd only slept as a horse that one night when Garrett had just come home and there was only one mattress available, for the record.
“Things have improved now. We've got a kitchen table, with chairs and everything, a sofa, a dresser, and two beds. And a sewing machine.” Let no one forget the old Singer that also doubled as a table. Clearly it was the most important piece of furniture up there.
>>>"I haven't ever seen upstairs properly."
“I'll give you the tour; step right this way,” he held open the door that separated the clinic from the back hallway where the stairs were located. The little hallway also had a back door leading out to the alley, which would come in handy for residents coming and going when the clinic was closed. The stairway was a little steep, but not impossibly so, and a few of the steps squeaked. Fixing that hadn't quite made it to the top of the to-do list yet.
“We are mostly finished with the place, but there are still a plethora of small jobs to do.” Even so, there was pride in his voice. A lot of work had gone into the place so far. He couldn't wait until opening day, and yet, there was still so much to be done in the meantime. Like, fix the stairs... and get married.
>>>"How exactly do you think this will all work out? Exactly? I mean, you know more about it than I do... having done it before."
Sebastian offered his arm to her if she needed help up the stairs. His free hand he ran through his hair, forgetting that it might still have a bit of dusty orange on it.
“It depends on how both people want it to work out. Traditions are different based on culture and time period, but the biggest factor is the two people; their values, expectations, and wishes.” Each marriage was unique and different, and this one felt especially different. Sebastian felt as though he no more knew what to expect than Ghost did, which was why it was a good thing they were discussing it beforehand.
At the top of the stairs he waved his hand around generically, “These are the apartments. Each one is a little different, but all are similar. This one is ours.” He pushed open the door leading to the apartment he currently shared with Garrett. They hadn't started locking this door yet, since for the most part the doors downstairs were locked.
He worried his bottom lip with his teeth, “Are you certain you want to go through with this? I don't want you to feel trapped. I want to make sure this is what you want for yourself, not just what you feel like you have to do.”
The building felt sort of old with the lower ceilings and steep, squeaky stairs. These were not really the kind she could take two at a time. In fact it took one hand on Sebastian's arm (it was that or hazard the rickety wrought iron rail) to make it somewhat gracefully up those wooden steps.
"This place has certainly come a long way. And since you fixed a lot of it yourself, I imagine it's that much more work." The Full Circle had been wrecked, but not all that much had to be done to renovate. All of her renovations had been done by professionals. She had been on a strict timeline and didn't know much of anything in regards to manual labor.
"I meant specifically for you and me. Our marriage." The one that hadn't happened and yet somehow they were dancing around the topic already. They needed to just talk about everything in turn. It was just hard to figure out where to start since there was so very much to say.
“Are you certain you want to go through with this? I don't want you to feel trapped. I want to make sure this is what you want for yourself, not just what you feel like you have to do.”
"In the future, I still hadn't gotten married. In fact, I've never imagined myself married, let alone proposing. Not because I never wanted to, but there are always more important things happening." She dutifully inspected the modest accouterments of the two bedroom apartment. "My parents didn't have the most functional marriage. I mean, I thought it was fine growing up, but when you grow older you learn the people who birthed you are not infallible." In fact, one was quite obnoxious. The other was dead. How was that for a rickety support structure?
Ghost took a peek under the table. There was a sewing machine upside down under there? She fiddled with it until the machine was smoothly swinging to the top. It was an old one with a foot pedal. This must have been the machine that made her shirt. She regretted leaving it in her office now. Maybe she should have worn it?
"I can hardly retract my offer. I meant it. I still mean it. I want you to stay and be legal. I can give that to you." She was transferring things around to cut out her less than legal pseudonym now. Boy was it an expensive pain. She wanted to spare him that and give him a citizenship they couldn't take away from him. It would last him as long as he wanted it to last be that countless years or a single lifetime.
"So what do you expect of me in regards to marriage?" Maybe that was a better question, though hardly a fair one to ask cold turkey.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 30, 2009 21:58:54 GMT -6
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He hadn't meant to be so indirect, but it was much more easy to generalize than it was to pin down the specifics. He also had been so worried about inconveniencing her that he hadn't really been thinking about what he wanted from the relationship. It was difficult to switch mindsets, especially when he would much rather be self sacrificing than selfish. If this relationship was going to work, they would both have to give and receive in turn.
“So far it things are not turning out very much like the dream at all,” he mused. He had started a school and not a clinic in that future, he had still been a bachelor as far as he could remember, and thus far there were no signs of biological, ecological, or political disasters. “A butterfly flapped its wings and everything changed.”
“What happened between your parents?” Maybe they could avoid making the same mistakes. Now was as good a time as any for unearthing deep dark secrets of the past, he supposed. If they were going to be married they should share everything about themselves, though for one of them it would take a considerably long time to share everything there was to know.
At least he could stop worrying that the marriage wasn't what she really wanted. She sounded just as certain now after she'd had a little time to think about it as she had when she had first proposed the idea. She was so definite about wanting him to stay and wanting to be the one that made that possible. It was encouraging to know.
>>>"So what do you expect of me in regards to marriage?"
He would want to be hearing what she expected as well, but he didn't mind going first. He sat on the edge of the sofa, leaving plenty of room for her to sit next to him, and was quiet for a moment, facing downward, but looking inward as he gathered his thoughts. Once he gathered what he thought were the three most important he looked back at Ghost again.
“I expect us to be partners who work through tough times together as a team and support each other. You don't have to face anything alone anymore, and in turn I will know that I can fall back on you.”
“I expect you to communicate with me, to share your needs and your desires, your sorrows and your joys and to listen to mine as well.”
“Most importantly, though, I expect you to keep being yourself. Don't try to change to be the 'perfect wife' or anything like that; I like you the way you are.” This last statement was accompanied by a small smile and the slightest of blushes.
Those were the important things, the small things, like where they would live and who would do which chores were secondary. One way or another those would all get figured out eventually, too, but they weren't the most important things.
It was always easier to say something while physically doing something else. It was like splitting the mind split the hurt and the smaller portions were easier to bear. "My mom was convinced that dad was anti-mutant. Heh. Well, he was... still is kind of... but he's trying now that he knows." The machine swung down back into its hidey-hole.
"When my mom realized I was a mutant like her, we worked together to keep our gifts secret and safe from dad... from anyone at all. She had always been in hiding, but I think she was happy to have a commiserator." It was a joy to be able to use her gift freely, though she still had habits that carried over from her days in hiding like her penchant for aerial manipulations without verbal or physical cues.
"Mom was a water elemental. Dad didn't know until she died. He didn't know about me until I ghosted for the first time. I slipped right out of his grip." And her clothes. But that was a story for another day. "My hair started growing in white after that so I decided it was time to leave. I'd put off school for long enough. I cut all my hair off and enrolled and came over right during the registration." She hadn't let it grow long since then either.
Her finger ran along the edge groove of the table until there was no more just like the story. "I did finally take some classes last semester, but with the bookstore in full swing it's getting sort of difficult." She'd already caught flak from her dad about giving up too soon.
Sebastian seemed to be mulling over the bomb of a question she'd dropped on him and so she took her place on the edge of the couch a safe distance away.
When he looked up nothing that came out of his mouth was what she had expected. And none of it displeased her either. Here she was worried about where they would live and sleeping arrangements and he had to go and say things that made her duck and smile to herself.
"I would like that very much." She meant it with every molecule of her being.
Ghost planted her hands between her knees and rolled her shoulders forward rocking in a somewhat childish way with her feet kicked out in front of her. "I can still try to be a good wife, though..." Suddenly the things she was worried about seemed quite secondary. It wasn't so bad, this marriage idea. "I get the feeling our lives will continue to be separately busy, though, between my store and your clinic." But they still made time to see each other now. In a way it was like saving time because they would just meet up at the end of the day...
"So when is the hearing?" It was the same as asking how long they had. Her shoes came off before her feet came onto the couch. Habit. Her knees tucked in close to her chin and her gangly arms went around them.