Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

Happiness was not a topic I liked to talk about. In fact, your comment had made me so profoundly saddened, that I didn't even have words to respond to it. Instead, I ignored it, because it was the only thing I could do. Skipping straight to the next subject, I spoke more thoroughly about my powers. If I wanted to, yes, I could. And in recent years, I've been able to keep my mind linked to bonded people at great distances even miles, if not countries away from me. Smiling lightly, Some people call it romantic I chuckled lightly, evidently finding myself more amusing than I probably should. But with a lot of years experience and will-power, I have trained myself to turn off connections. So rather than being overwhelmed with memories, thoughts, and emotions of a bonded individual, I'm capable of controlling what information gets filtered through. Shaking my head lightly, I started to realized this was becoming difficult to explain. It's complicated... I smiled lightly, looking down as I brought my hand to my head. My telepathy and clairvoyance still manages to surprise me to this day. Despite conversing for far too long than I should have in the short time I had found you in your small dingy apartment, I had revealed to you more information than I had ever revealed to anyone before. Being in your presence suddenly meant that I would lose all of my formal training the gutt-instinct that allowed me the ability to stay so cold, so distant, and so disconnected from all of my targets, and just generally anyone around me. But the relation I felt to you was indescribable. And it had all started the moment Steve Rogers handed me that picture. I had said too much. I had stayed too long. Standing in front of the door, I felt your body move to chase me. My head down, I stared at the chipped paint that split across the entire frame of the doorway. For a second, I considered staying even never leaving. It was a profound sensation within me one that I craved recently more than anything in the world. Companionship. Maybe that was what brought me here all along. 'We could just be lost together'. Those words stung more than you knew. Instinctively, I reach behind me to stop you from pursuing me. Accidentally, or maybe subconsciously purposely, I grabbed your wrist. Seeing an ocean of empty memories, I felt a piece of my heart break at that moment. My eyes began to water, but I closed them to ensure I wouldn't share a single tear. My back still towards you, my hand still gripping your wrist, I took a deep breath. Sometimes... I was slow with forming this sentence, as I was trying to be delicate with the situation. Sometimes, in life, when there's nothing happy to remember, you have to create your own happiness. I slowly turned around, allowing my hand to slip down from your wrist to your hand gently running my fingers over it before moving it to grip the doorknob behind me. Make your own memories, just so that the next day, you have something to smile about when you wake up in the morning. I gave a sad, but genuine smile. These were the words of my father a man who lost everything, and still had the energy to wake up every morning, and love life . Click. The door made a prominent sound as the latch unlocked itself to the turning of the knob.