The scientist listened passively, expression still despite the fact that his thoughts were whirling with each word. He understood very well that Saix was withholding a bit of information, but at the moment what he was saying instead was interesting enough to hold his attention.
Though he had anticipated it to be a case of health issues and stubbornness, Vexen was quickly realizing that it was a case far more intense.
“The moon seems to be controlling you far more than you control yourself, Saix.” The scientist observed. “Now… I can research the case, or I can point you in the right direction. Or what I’d prefer- to study you. Though I understand that is likely out of the question.”
A hint of confusion flitted across the Diviner’s face. The moon was controlling him? Was that possible? He believed his own emotions and inner turmoil was to blame. Inner demon, if one would. But Vexen was the expert, not him.
Fingertips drilled on his knee as he pondered his options. ”Research requires a great deal of information, does it not?” Which meant Vexen might need all his secrets. An uncomfortable thought for Saix. ”Perhaps guidance would be best. I’ve managed this far.”
He paused again, frowning. Managed but he was not well. He suffered. He risked falling into deeper holes again and if he was to dig himself out perhaps it was time to take a risk. Licking his lips he asked, “And what would studying me require?”
For all that he was completely shocked to hear that Saix had sunk low enough to ask Vexen to study him, the scientist kept his expression flat- a tip he’d learned from Luxord. Truly, the Diviner must have been quite troubled by this condition if he would show any kind of weakness to Vexen.
“It would require you visiting me more frequently in the lab, or at least having me observe you when you go through one of these… influenced swings.” The scientist surmised, trying to keep his tone non-threatening. It was difficult for someone like him. “More tests. Nothing too harmful. Or, if you feel the situation isn’t dire, I can keep light on your observation while doing my own research. More of a patient than a case study.”
Vexen’s eyes softened a bit at her words, though he seemed a bit embarrassed as she sized him up. The scientist knew where his strengths lied, and they most definitely weren’t in looks in his mind. He took her arm in his before hesitantly leaning down to kiss her cheek. It was a cordial move, something out of polite affection, a side of the Academic raised in polite society.
But Roxy understood it meant a good deal of care was taken with her in particular.
“Shall we be off?” He answered, trying not to pay her compliment much notice.
Roxy’s eyes closed at the feel of his cool lips pressing against her cheek. She was well aware of his dislike of touching, either touching others or others touching him. He had made that abundantly clear in the first parts of their acquaintanceship for all that she had largely stepped over his distaste. To have him willingly display any sort of affectionate gestures towards her, even hesitantly, meant a great deal.
She smiled up at him at his question. ”Of course. Be a shame t’be late.” She laughed and led him off to the large hall where they were destined. Within lay a large room with several rows of chairs. Already several rows had been filled by various people, all with the looks of medical or scientific personal. Roxy was easily the youngest appearing. Most looked to be middle aged to near retirement. The sprite pulled Vexen to two free chairs nearer to the front of the chamber. ”These work?”
Vexen took a long moment to peer around, summing up the others at the exhibit. Of course he probably deduced them all as less than noteworthy, perhaps a bit too distasteful to be on his tier of intelligence. Roxy could see that pride on his face plainly before he sat down with her, leaning back in his chair.
“Wonderfully. Though I wonder if whoever is speaking is qualified enough to teach us anything at all.” He snorted. “I certainly hope this isn’t anything more than bragging.”
Vexen was there on time as usual, punctual as anyone obsessive as him might be. He was dressed in black as usual, though a bit more casual than his cloak, replaced with what he wore beneath it instead. Unfortunately for him, Vexen didn’t keep that many other clothes than that cloak he wore so frequently. His long hair, however, was tied back out of his face in a ponytail. It was a bit more formal, at least.
The Academic offered a small smile to her as he extended an arm. “A pleasure to see you, Roxanne.” It was pleasant to see him outside his usual ‘working’ demeanor. Almost completely different when he didn’t have all the pressure on his shoulders.
Roxy grinned as soon as Vexen had arrived. It was strange how much she enjoyed his company. She knew it was strange. People had told her time and time again how peculiar it was including the man she was attracted to. She also couldn’t explain why she was attracted to him no matter who asked.
“Vexen, it’s good t’see y’too.” She pushed herself off of the railing she had perched on. For a brief moment she allowed herself to be seen looking over him before she returned to looking up at him, taking the arm he had offered. ”Y’look nice.”
Vexen’s eyes softened a bit at her words, though he seemed a bit embarrassed as she sized him up. The scientist knew where his strengths lied, and they most definitely weren’t in looks in his mind. He took her arm in his before hesitantly leaning down to kiss her cheek. It was a cordial move, something out of polite affection, a side of the Academic raised in polite society.
But Roxy understood it meant a good deal of care was taken with her in particular.
“Shall we be off?” He answered, trying not to pay her compliment much notice.
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Black hole consumes a star
If you aren’t fascinated by astronomy you’re wrong.
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“It appears Vexen has returned. Tell me, do you happen to have my mother still in your lab?”
“…No.”
“Is that the truth?”
“…Stop talking to me. Go away.”
