Control || Alanopher
Alana’s eyebrow quirked at his almost admission. An incident? What the hell was that supposed to mean? She could have followed his gaze, but she knew what she would see if she did. He was worried because people were looking their way, and his emotions became even more clouded as he realized just how much attention was focused on them. She nodded at his request, the headache preventing her from doing much more. It was almost funny to watch him squirm like this, but she much preferred when she was the cause. “Fine, but quit fidgeting like that. People are going to think we’re making a drug deal or something. You think we have attention on us now, just wait until someone calls the cops.”
If not for how intense his emotions were, she would have let him spill his heart out to her inside the bar. Since they were so near the door, though, she sauntered past him and out onto the street. It was after dark, which meant that the small town they’d found themselves in had mostly gone to bed. Reaching out, Alana took the human’s hand and pulled him along down the road at a comfortable pace. She didn’t want to look suspicious any more than he did. The last thing they needed was to deal with a curious onlooker, the human police, or something that just happened to report back to the gods. She knew Hades was looking for his pet, and though she’d done her best to hide him she knew that couldn’t last forever.
Down the road a ways was the local park, and Alana used the shadows of the trees to their advantage. Anyone who happened to see them would think that they were lovers trying to sneak off for some privacy. No doubt there would be rumors of the newcomers and their illicit doings the following day, but for now at least they were out of sight. Finding a bench in the relative darkness, Alana sat down and fixed her gaze upon the reason she was even in this horrible town. “Alright, spill. Your emotions are clouding your mind so much that I can’t even pull the source out myself. Not to mention their intensity is giving me the worst headache I’ve had in years. What the hell did you do? Don’t tell me Hades found you…”
Chris followed her outside, definitely not wanting to have to speak to any cops at the moment, he kept trying to take deep breaths, to calm himself to calm down. If only to keep his powers in check. Neither one of them needed anyone, human or otherwise, taking too much notice. His hands curled and uncurled in the pockets of his jeans, the movement all he allowed himself to keep the nervous energy under control until they were finally alone.
He glanced around the park, a place he had barely glanced at in passing when he had arrived in the little town in the course of his search for Alana. The park that was probably hardly a block in the daylight. But at night, it seemed expansive. Plenty of shadows to hide them, and plenty more shadows to hide others. He sighed, frustrated with himself. He was acting like a kid. Though in some ways, he still was a kid. It wasn’t like he was equipped to deal with the mess he was thrown into that fateful day he got trapped in Athens. He sat down on the bench with her, running his hands down his jeans again and again as he tried to organize his thoughts. He felt a little bad about her headache, but he couldn’t help but feel like his issue was a bit bigger than what was happening in her head.
“So, I was in this other small town. Trying to lay low,” he glanced at her. “To avoid Hades. And there was this guy.” He could feel the energy and his powers curling and flickering around him. He rubbed his eyes. “I...Fuck, I don’t even remember what pissed me off. But the guy was bothering me. And then it all goes a little blurry, aside from the feeling of my powers being far out of my control. And then he’s dead. He’s just laying in this alleyway, dead.” He bent over, his head falling into his hands. “I barely packed a suitcase and then left looking for you. I know you probably wouldn’t care about one dead guy, but I do. And I think we can both agree we can’t have that sort of thing happen again.”
