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It was a quick grab and go back at the tenement. While the God of Fear was either out working or walking around attempting to stay awake, Skye. Or Daisy, whoever the bipolar girl would like to be called that day, immediately packed a quick little bag of clothes that wouldn't be missed, a pair of shoes, a gun.. and.. don't judge, a nice bag of tootsie rolls that he had just bought. Because they're the greatest thing.
Hitching up her bike and literally trekking it through the snow, she arrives at the Baxter Building with little to no troubles and without being followed. Though. What is shocking is what she does next. She heads right up to apartment 1220, and drops her bags at the door, her hand lifting to give a few quick knocks. Guess who's coming home, Dad!
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The man who answers the door could only be called 'fabulous', though, also possibly…disgusting. It really depends on the viewer. There is a blatant disregard for modesty. He's not wearing a shirt. He IS wearing a pair of white tights, and a lab coat. No shoes. His curly hair is styled with some product that makes it really shiny, and he has bright red lipstick on. He pulls open the door like a King would, unashamed, but is /entirely/ surprised to see who it is on the other side. Dark brows arch up and his mouth pops open in shock. "Ahhhh…/you/." Blink. "How…unexpected."
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The click open of the door has Skye.. well.. taken aback. Her eyes start from toe to the top of his head, her eyes widening with every inch that she covers, her mouth hung open and snapped shut almost immediately as she clears her throat. "Uh.." She looks down the hall, then picks up her bags to push her way in. She was small enough to dip and duck her head, worming her way into the grand apartment of the King of Inhumans to drop her bags onto the middle of the floor. "..I need a place to stay for a while. I.. not right now. I'm just slowly moving my things out and then.." She gestures around. "..you don't mind do you?"
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Maximus gives the door a little tug and it swings shut with a click. He steeples his fingers and considers the arrangement. If he's taking good care of this girl…yes…yes…he'll be in way less trouble with Crystal….and Blackagar. He needs her and her rictor scale self on his side. "No. Of course not." He wets his red lips. "I disappear for days in the lab sometimes. Don't be alarmed if I don't come home one night. Sadly, its not because I met someone." He jokes, forming a little smile. "Things not going so well, my dear?" He moves forwards to pick up her bag from the middle of the floor, trying to open it and look in it.
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There goes the relieved look that Skye gives once he says it's okay. Her coat was immediately shucked aside, and with a glance around, she takes the first available seat with a slight slouch that was meant to clear her head. "Oh, I'm quiet as a mouse. I probably won't come home either. Work and all of that." She gestures around. Though his last question? It.. gives her a little bit of a pause. What in the world could she say to that? "Uh.. not really.." She says, then breaks out a huge smile. "The building is dangerous that I live in. Figure.. I can be safe with you, right? Granted you did try to kill me and effectively made me some freakazoid, but at least my hair grew a little bit, right?"
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The apartment is weird. There just isn't any way around that. Being the only one in there, he has felt totally free to just put whatever, wherever. There are some newspapers cut out and being held by some sort of metal tree picture display, but no /actual/ pictures on it. Space for some. There is a very generic couch, but its impossible to even see what color it is, because there are so many shaggy blankets on it. There is a safe chair. The rug…again, shag. Everything the furrier the better, apparently. The kitchen mostly has lab equipment on it. Its not messy. Just…ecclectic. There's a second room, not furnished like a guest room though. Its basically empty aside from some shopping bags he hasn't thrown out. The other room…his bedroom, is closed and not visible from here. There's a shared bathroom that connects the two rooms. "I was never trying to kill you. I was trying to kill the insurgents, the people who did not belong in Attilan. And, it turns out, you DO belong there." He flashes a smile. He drops her bag onto the couch and sits on the arm of it. He crosses one leg over the other, and then his arms, "You are indeed utterly safe /here/. I can even, if you like, make certain that you do not dream-use your powers. Has that happened?"
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Odd, but she was a teenager, her own place was a bit of a mess so this was something that she could get behind. At least the couch itself was comfortable! "Well.." Skye manages with a grim look. "Water under the bridge, am I right?" She smacks her hands together, shifting upright to plant her feet solidly upon the floor. "I.. don't think I belong much of anywhere, anymore but.. thank you. I really mean that." The mention of dreaming has her cringing, her head slowly nodding as she closes her eyes, her fingers pressing against the bridge of her nose as she quietly murmurs. "I hurt my boyfriend. I.. had a nightmare. Really weird. And when we both woke up, there was this bruise on his chest. I think I tried to kill him." But nevermind him trying to kill her, she has a nice handprint around her neck. "Anything.. anything that could help.."
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There is a strange fierceness that comes out in the royal when he notices the bruise on her throat and he steps forwards immediately, trying to brush aside her hair and collar to get a look. "Your hurt your boyfriend? But who did /this/? Who would DARE to touch…" his voice starts to rise, but he manages to calm it back down. "Yes, I can help you when you sleep. Well, sort of. I have some abilities."
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Skye shifts a little uncomfortably as he gets close to examine her. Her neck was slender, yet the handprint nearly curled around it entirely. She closes her eyes and leans her head away to the side, her hand pushing away at his own so that her collar could come right back up and her hair could fix itself right in its spot. "He did." It was a sad smile, though a shake of her head is given. "I just need a few more days to get away from him, then everything will be okay." She clears her throat, thankful for the subject change. "Well, I assumed that you did but.. what are they? Do you like, change water into LSD? Or.. secret some sleeping poison from your skin?" She breaks out into a snorted laugh, one that seems entirely too dorky for the likes of her. "Wait.. wait.." She touches her neck again, looking oddly uncomfortable. "I'm not going to die am I?!"
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"I do not think so, though you can /obviously/ not see this man again, who would do such a thing to you. If he comes looking for you, I will deal with him. You are a precious rarity, with an apparently quite powerful skill, and I have plenty of means." He settles back down on the arm of the chair. "He bruised you. I…can exert my will…over others. But there is another thing that I can do that will help you, which is to…make you forget. It lasts a short time, but enough for the evening."
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Skye frowns a little. The prospect of not seeing Alexander again was frightening. He was all that she's known in the world, but she was truly frightened of him now. "I.. I have to say goodbye at least. And get the rest of my things. HE.. he didn't mean it really.." Her bottom lip trembles, though she does look away from him even as he explains his truths. Her eyes close, a look of pain crosses her features as she turns towards him with a look of near desperation. "If.. can.." She swallows slightly, then shifts a little bit closer to the arm of the couch. "..Can you try to make it last longer? Has it ever?"
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Maximus arches his brows. "I can wipe it all out, your name, everything, and it'll take days to come back. But…doesn't that seem like a cowardly way out of dealing with it? Its not as if I didn't have to leave my lover behind in Attilan. I mean, I was /King/. I obviously had…someone. I'm dealing with it. So, did he do that in reaction to your sleep attack? Explain how choking someone is an accident."
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"Not cowardly.." Skye says quietly. "..less painful." She sighs quietly. "You're a better King than Blackbolt.." Skye mutters, though her words were said with as much honesty as she believes it to be true. "I'm sorry Maximus. It.. it was selfish of me to think that you didn't have anyone. But.." She purses her lips slightly. "I.. was sleeping. And then next thing you know, I wake up with his hands around my throat. His eyes. They were glowing. Like he wasn't all there." She gestures a little. "I didn't want to use my powers on him again, but he finally snapped out of it." She frowns then. "He could have snapped my neck. He's.. one of those gods that we saw on TV. An Olympian. I just.. think that we're too close. Maybe.. this.. it doesn't make sense."
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Maximus makes a humming sound and then uses his middle finger to make sure his little mustache hairs are all going the right direction. "You are no longer human. You are tougher. If you were human…you would be dead. Inhumans…like us, we have tougher skin, tougher bodies. I do not know so much about your /Olympian boyfriend/, though, I'd have a hard time saying no to a greek statue, I suppose, but it sounds like he has some /issues/?" He dips his chin down and arches his brows. "And that's coming from /me/. Do you know who you should try dating? The Thing. You couldn't hurt him and he's /so nice/." A beat. "You know. After you're over your god."
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Skye nods ever so slightly, but there was finally a name to what she was. Inhuman. That.. sort of makes sense. It was a lot better than the names she's called herself after the incident. "I think he does. And its not safe. And I'm scared." She admits. Though, there was a little smirk that creeps upon her face, coupled with a slight yawn and a shrug of her shoulders. "Alright, I'll try dating the Thing then." After she's over Alexander. Though, that's going to be a hard one to get over.. she doesn't mention that part. "Just.. for a little while. I want to feel what it feels like to sleep well. To not worry about him and worry about me being gone away from him." She looks up towards him now, giving him the go ahead to do whatever he needed. She desperately wanted to sleep.
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The more she willingly allows, the easier it is for him to do it, and to do it well. "Get to the couch…so you can drift right off. Sometimes if people need to talk a lot, they panic and get confused. We can worry about a room tomorrow. Well…whenever you remember yourself again." He still won't obliterate her for days. He needs her to know herself here in this city, to not go wandering around saying she doesn't know who she is. Once she's settled, though, it is a strange, but not unpleasant, sensation. Her mind is a library. At first, there is a strange presense, but then, that presence puts a book on the shelf, and then it seems like it belongs there. Familiar. Trustworthy. And then the presence checks out /all the rest of the books/. They have a short checkout time, but until then, all she can really remember is how to speak, though if she knows multiple languages, she may lose later ones, and vague senses of things that are ingrained more permanently, like that you shouldn't touch fire. Growling dogs bite. Fears. Loves.
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Skye adjusts herself upon the couch, but first she kicks off her boots, allowing them to tumble to the floor in a haphazard way that would trip someone up if they were to walk. It takes a few seconds for her to get settled, shifting the fluffy furry blankets about, digging herself into the corner of it so that she could sink and become comfortable. She nods slightly, then takes in a slight little breath, her eyes closing as her fingers lace within each other. Much like laying in a snuggily coffin! All warm and comfortable and hugged!
Though as he begins his work, there was a little bit of peace with those actions. Her mind quite literally clearing of all the troubles that plague her. Fire was pretty. That dog looks nice. Fears? What are those? And love? Who cares! And it was a sad thing, really. How forgetting all of those things and what she was in that moment could bring a little serene smile to her face. Especially as she finally, after a full thirty six hours and change, drifts off to sleep.
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Maximus smiles ruby lips and then glides away to his room to get his face off before he sleeps as well.
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