He could tell that perhaps his phrasing had offended her so he did what relaxed most people, he laughed, releasing the tension that could have been in the air. “That sounded cruel, just…I think if you’d known someone in a coven, someone whose abilities were compounded by that connection someone would have noticed how…,” Kaan paused, allowing his eyes to truly focus in on her own, the laugh he had falling into something different, a curl to his lips that showed amazement.
Shockingly this was not a part of his plan, he truly was in absolute awe of what Lyn was. It was rare, beyond the rarity of the supernaturals that littered the town, those that disgusted him and those that were like him, Lyn was beyond them because she was an exception to the rules of humanity, the rules of supernaturals evening. She was connected to them but not of them. He lingered in the thoughts of her tremendous beauty, inside and out, for a moment, eyes no doubt conveying his thoughts. “How extraordinary you are.”
Kaan’s hand, the one with the bracelet she’d given him reached out for her own. “I’m sure you as a person are exceptional, and it sounds like a bit of a come on but…you have some sort of extraordinary magic in you but it’s…it’s buried, I can only just sense it and my coven is large, I don’t think if I hadn’t come to you that night I would have seen it.” Lie. “When we walked back to your friends place I could feel it, inside your mind just…this flicker of something exceptional but, you were so distraught I didn’t want to unload anything else on you.” Kaan’s gaze became gentle, apologetic even as he played the role of someone who was unsure if this was good news or not.
Thumb caressing her palm he continued his focus, trying not to use his magics though he would if he needed to. “You must feel it too, sometimes, I can’t imagine you look at yourself and truly believed yourself simply human when you are so obviously more.”
"No, no," Lyn said, trying to dissuade any guilt he might feel. She hadn't taken his words terribly, it had just made her realize that despite the sort of town this was, she really didn't know the inner workings of a lot of the different species that made it their home. It didn't matter, though, Lyn ready to quickly discard the topic and move onto what Kaan was really trying to say.
The way he was looking at her made her flush, heat rising to her cheeks, breath catching in her chest. She parted her lips to argue, ready to fend him off. Whatever line he thought he was delivering was misplaced, she wasn't available to be hit on, and even if he'd waited til now this was a hell of a fucking way to pick someone up. He reached for her hand and she sat up straighter, muscles tensing to pull back and glad now that she'd chosen this place, because if she told him to fuck off and he made a scene, she knew the staff would be on her side.
Kaan's next words pinned her in place. Magic. In her. She swallowed, throat suddenly tight and her hands curled to fists, though that only meant that she squeezed his fingers into her grip. She tore her gaze away, too hopeful to keep looking at him. There were people passing by, vague, blurred shapes through the tinted glass, and for a moment Lyn felt worried, guilty. What would happen if one of Isaiah's friends saw her, sat here in the cafe with a strange man, her hand in his?
Nothing, she thought to herself. Isaiah's friends, his pack, wouldn't recognize her. They didn't know her, didn't know who she was supposed to be to him. She hadn't faced before how unspecial that made her feel, how ashamed of what she was. Weak, stupid, human. Kaan's words were a promise that there was more to her than that.
There was a softness to his tone, what felt like a sincere apology that he was bringing this up now, when he knew she was already weak, and she felt a sudden stinging guilt for having questioned his motives earlier, even if she'd kept the accusations to herself. She bit down on her lower lip, teeth worrying the edge for a moment, a sharp bit of pain to counter the sting in her eyes and she blinked, rapidly, to fight off tears that were threatening to fall. She grabbed at the sleeve of her shirt, turning her face into it to wipe at her eyes, but left her other hand in his.
"Sorry," She breathed, "Sorry." Kaan couldn't know what his words meant to her. She'd always been on the outside, a separate thing from all the rest, watching from across the room as other people went on with their lives. No one else questioned like her, no one else lost themselves in stories and believed that there could be something else like her. She'd left her home, her family, behind chasing ghosts essentially, and instead she'd found Opulence, a place full of all the things everyone else had told her didn't exist. Still, though she'd found Opulence and there had been vindication in that, she hadn't believed she could really belong there either. With Kaan's words it all started to fall into place. Everything that had happened since she'd arrived in town had hinted at it, this thing that made her know things she shouldn't, that made her dreams memories from other people, that made her intuition sharper and every incident foreshadowed.
"I don't know what it is," She admitted, voice soft. "I don't know how to turn it on, or make the picture clearer or even how to understand it all half the time..."
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