Nemesis and Jeremiah
Location: Police Station- Pockets Bar
Time: 3:25pm- 3:35pm
Nemesis had her forefinger and thumb pressed in her head, digging deeper and massaging the building headache. Her mind drifted in and out, fighting the wave of irritation that threaten to overwhelm the moment she got in the car even as the squealing and grinding of the gears rattled in her ears unaware she started the car in her need to hurry. It felt like a hammer was being nailed in her mind. Nemesis closed her eyes, breathing deeply from the conversation that played though her mind over and over. It didn’t seem like Artemis to become so rash to burn the whole place, even when she let her emotions take hold, her actions never spread to the surrounding area. She could have understood if the bodies were to be burned, who knew what these things were able of and in the end. With something attacking them it was better to be cautious and safe yet doing it wouldn’t be easy, the smoke of the fire would attract the-
Her thoughts stopped. Something wasn’t right as her red eyes glanced to the side when she opened them to see the empty seat of the driver’s side. Not someone else, her vision looked to the window of the car door on the other side expecting to see him but something inside told her he wasn’t there. Gritting her teeth, it took only Nemesis moments to realize she lost her temper, her nostrils flared and heavy breathes a dead telltale signs of her fury aiding in her brash reaction that she failed to keep her emotions in check yet again. This wasn’t like her.
She closed her eyes, centering herself with deep inhales of breath trying to push back the emotion she normally boarded up. Feelings she never faced or needed, her palms pressed into the eyes as if to force them out and purge herself from the oncoming headache before finally nearly breaking the key in half and unfastening the seat belt all in one motion, her body not finished as it pushed out the squeaky door. Her body pulled up with surprising grace in her anger before twisting to face him over the car roof with her eyes zoned on him, wings already pressed close to her side ruffled a bit to take his face. His eyes wetted a bit, a thing hard to hide from one that existence was made from the pain of centuries of blood and tears for vengeance, with anger and pain enough it hurt to be the cause of it. Nemesis knew she should have sealed her emotions up from the start. Love, immortals and danger made a hellish mix for her add the feeling of lacking only worsen the stress that Nemesis wanted to be done with.
She sighed and spoke, prepared for him to take it the wrong way- an avoidable thing in this situation,” Out with it, I know I screwed up. So out with it.”
She came out angry, this wasn’t a surprise. It seemed to be what she operated on these days. She turned to face him and cast out her admission of culpability like a weapon, tossed at him with the intent to hurt. Out with it, she’d said. Like he was a sulking spouse who had been brooding for far too long. He looked at her, really looked at her. She was beautiful, her skin so soft he ached to touch it, her eyes, unlike anything he’d ever seen before. She was like something in a museum, so lovely he ached to touch it but with alarms and defenses that kept him away. But what always got him was the softness underneath that prickly exterior. That softness that he alone seemed privy too, the flashes of humor, subtle and infrequent. Those were his. But were they worth it? Could he really ever be satisfied with just those glimpses when that was all she was likely to ever give him? She didn’t want him. They would never be more than friends. He had once thought that might be enough, he wasn’t so sure now in the face of this disregard. He was mortal, he didn’t have forever and as the agonizing pain in his leg reminded him, he was weak and a vulnerability for her. She didn’t think much of him if she could toss him around like that. All this, the love the loss the ache and the final resolve flickered across his face as he regarded her. There was a painful silence around them, a bubble that didn’t let in the bustle of the busy New York street.
“I can’t do this Nem. I can’t. I’m not up to being dragged around and I won’t let myself be. This is something beyond the scope of me, this whole god-thing.” His shoulders shrugged, making him look vulnerable and soft when he wanted only to look resolved.
“I’m gonna catch a cab. You do what you need to, take the car. I’ll get back to the office and figure out what’s next.”
He felt like he might crack so he turned, leaning on the cane, pivoting on it and wincing at the fresh ache that rose up his leg.
Her arms pressed the cold top, letting the chill rush up her underarms while she stared at him. Expecting to feel the extent of his hate and frustration that Nemesis couldn’t deny she deserved it. Her eyes were solid as stone and frozen, reframing any softness from edging from them as she prepared to stand against his hurtful words. She waited, hoping his temper would flare and clear his mind, clarifying so they can move on.
Silence… it was suffocating, like a mist that swell about the two cutting them off from the scene. It felt like a blade was embedded in her chest, driving forward yet never reaching her heart. Never ending the pain. No sound, it made her nervous and uncomfortable, anxiety built like a wall growing in strength in such a new sense that Nemesis wanted it gone. She wanted a sound and any sound to break the silence between them, feeling Jeremiah eyes watch her like one being judged for a crime beyond measure. Her fingers tighten upon the roof, balling up with wings wrapping about to hug her tightly, a soothing touch of support that gave her some measure of strength. Every fiber wanted the moment to vanish with the sound of his voice.
When he spoke, she soon wished he never did.
Nemesis only saw the words in the worse sense. Her heart felt like it was shattering, casted away like pieces of broken glass to scratch against her stone surface and though the words penetrated her beyond the damage even Ares’s axe had in New York, Nemesis’s body reminded still. Lifeless almost. Even her breathing had stalled in her lungs, killing the air that feed her, watching his anger melt away to a cracked shell. She didn’t want to feel this. Not this…this sense of dying inside, his words sounded as if he had enough of her and the sounds of his movement splashed her into the world to view his retreating back.
At that moment she wanted to fly, take to the air and rise beyond what crept though her soul so suddenly just to let the atmosphere's chill rob her of the ability to feel. Another part of her wanted to move to him. Stop him, wrapping her wings about despite who or what would see and just make him stay. Make him know she needed someone to be there that wasn’t a part of this, knowing he was there with her. Nemesis feet began to move before she knew it, the brushing of her hand against the car trunk was her first sign she came pass the car into his wake about to react on impulse. Her body was mere steps away, boots hitting the pavement in a faster pace as if drawn to pull him back by something much stronger and unfamiliar, something she tried not to experience in the past. Her wings had started to unfurl longing to take him into her grasp only to stop, her common sense reached inside and halting her body completely into a stand still letting him walk away.
No…not this time.
Nemesis would not do that to him, the choice was his and Jeremiah’s alone to be part of this. He chose not to and no matter how often in the eons past she seen it from afar, Nemesis had seen love bring out the best and worst in people in crimes and acts of passion. The only question, the very thing she was afraid to discover was which he would bring out in her. He was safe at least as it was clear this newest threat was only after immortal blood so there was little need to worry. It wasn’t like he loved her… or ever will.
She couldn’t help the words that whisper through her lips, soft and resigned,” I’m sorry…”
She wanted to be rid of this emotion, sick of confusing emotions and unable to fight them off, Nemesis stood there while Jeremiah walked from her sight into a cab. Reaching inside seeking something she knew lurked there beneath the emotion that washed over it. She focused on the sensation of cold. A feeling voided of emotion, lifeless and numb letting it fill her like a makeshift salve. It was her focus, the thing she knew while its accustomed lacking filled her with comfort overcoming the pain that etched in every part of her making her feel as if she was nothing more than ice itself. Killing the buds of emotions like an early frost, allowing her to move once more. Not to him this time but away, getting into the car and out of the parking lot towards the only thing that would deter her focus and gave her purpose now: her duty. Soon she would be pulling up to the bar just to leave the pain behind, it's dim dingy look and slummy look would speak very clearly of it's dirty existence, denying it any good in Nemesis's eyes. She pressed her hand closer to her heart mindful of the emptiness she wanted to keep, a path she chose and would bear as she should have for eons.
Nemesis found it worse to feel this heartbreak then feel nothing at all.
Jeremiah didn’t look back, not even when she spoke. She didn’t stop him and that alone was telling. She knew he was going to hold her back and was likely thrilled he’d given her the out. It didn’t take long for a cab to pull over to the cripple man on the side of the street. He didn’t even look back as he shut the door and told the cabbie where to go. His stuff was in the trunk so he didn’t even need to head back to the hotel. Airport, that’s what he needed. He stared forward and felt something breaking inside him, just a little. He rubbed absently at his chest and knew that he was a fool. A broken fool at that.
But that didn’t mean he was useless. He was a fucking genius with paper-trails, it’s why he’d been hired in the first place. He’d head back to the office and start poking around at some of their stuff, see what he could turn up. He’d leave the god stuff to Nem and take care of their more mundane cases. Maybe he’d play at being a DEA agent while she was gone, that would keep him busy and occupied while he figured things out. Things like if he should even be there when she got back.
Still, he was a fool and fools did, by their very nature, foolish things. He pulled out his cell phone, and before he knew it his fingers had danced across his virtual keyboard and sent out simple, painful, stupid words.
I love you Babe.