Warnings/disclaimer: None. Mind Control. (A tame one?!)
A/N: I fell in love hard and I'm still looking for any excuse to not write my novels lmao.
Summary: Just some cute conversation and (first?) dinner with Druig.
~*As always, be Nice to me I'm delicate*~
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You lean across the table at first, finding it difficult to speak so candidly about it.
"So you're like... a really fancy space robot?"
The corners of his mouth begin to turn up, as what your brain must be going through rolls around his mind.
"But... with superpowers."
He smiles hiding his teeth, nodding.
"But with superpowers, yes. Essentially."
You drop your shoulders; content but delicately overwhelmed.
"I met Sersi... the bad guys into birds thing is actually really terrifying."
You chuckle, half joking.
"Aaaand Kingo?"
He takes a substantial bite out of a chocolate croissant, not bothering to be too polite.
"Finger guns."
"Sprite?"
He waves the rest of his snack in the air vaguely, mouth still full.
"Illusions."
You nod thoughtfully rolling your shoulders back.
"And you?"
He plops the last bite back onto the plate.
"...mind control."
You blink in the shared silence.
"As in... M-"
He cuts you off, already in that thought.
"Mind control. Yes."
You don't want to assume, and frankly you shouldn't. But there's really only so many ways you can think to possibly "control" someone's mind... and you're not a huge fan of the idea of any.
"Like... subliminally?"
You both scoff gently.
"I'm not an advertisement."
"Do they know?"
He finally looks back up at you. A brow gently raised asking for elaboration.
"That you're doing it... during or, after?"
He nods.
"Does it hurt?"
He sighs.
"No, not that I'm aware."
You sit back in your chair, hands folded in your lap.
"So you haven't done it to me?"
He inhales deeply. Shaking his head continuously.
"I don't hurt people, humans. I don't want to."
He leans back himself.
"I do love you..."
You lock eyes briefly, very briefly.
"Everyone on this planet. It's just occasionally..."
He throws the last bite of his snack into his mouth.
"You tend to behave like animals."
He playfully throws his hands up with a half hearted smirk.
"And I suppose that's the part I was here to deal with."
You scan him up and down. You don't have a reason not to believe him, but you don't like thinking you're scared of him either. Unfolding your arms you perk up.
"Show me."
He tilts his head slightly.
"Show you...?"
You stretch your arms out with a short chuckle.
"Mind control me, I guess?"
He scoffs, pondering you for a second.
His eyes become a vibrant gold and yours quickly follow. You both stand up from the table and walk over to the other's chair and take a seat. The color drops from both of your eyes.
He leans back in your chair, not hesitating to help himself to the plate you've been ignoring. You shake your head at him confused for a moment before looking down at the table and taking in your surroundings. You snap your neck back around to look at him, smiling, nodding slowly.
"Okay... okay."
You sigh deeply. You assumed that if you experienced it the fear might subside but there's still something lingering.
"Are you aware... of how unsettling that is?"
"I can imagine."
The lights on the patio flicker alerting everyone that the restaurant will be closing soon. You two quickly clear your dishes and start back up the sidewalk to your car silently for a few long minutes.
"I've scared you."
He always looked very nonchalant. Hands in his pockets, snacking on something, generally off-to-the-side... and if it weren't for all that you wouldn't have noticed his jaw clenched slightly or how high up his shoulders were. You sigh softly.
"I won't lie and say that I'm not... wary."
You wait for a small group of people walking the other way to pass you before stopping to lean back against the building to face him. Both of your hands firmly stuffed in pockets. You shake your head gently.
"I'm not afraid of you. If that's what you're concerned about."
He rolls his neck before taking a step forward.
"Maybe you should be."
Once again his eyes are a shocking gold and yours quickly follow. There's a tug deep within you coming up through your chest, pulling you from the wall. You slowly step forward closing the gap between you, your faces a whisper apart. A warm enveloping calm washes over you as the color once again leaves both sets of eyes.
You hold his gaze and he shifts his shoulders, lifting his head slightly. You scan his face quickly. It's unreadable, he's good at that. A smirk tugs at his corners again. You gasp, half joking.
"Have you ever used a mirror and tried it on yourself?!"
He pauses before scoffing and pressing his forehead into yours.
