undead starlight ; {lex/mackenzie}
Jan 8, 2019 22:45:06 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jan 8, 2019 22:45:06 GMT -5
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She was broken and she didn't even realize it. It was no secret that Lex and Angel were two very, very different creatures. Angel needed to air his inner demons, lest they become him.
Lex seemed content to simply not acknowledge their presence.
Mackenzie made a vow to himself to give her space, to let her process in her own way, to let her be the first one to talk about it. He wasn't a seasoned mentor, this was true, but he still knew what she needed. What was infuriating was that she didn't seem to know. Her indifference made each tick of the clock above his dining table move more slowly. She'd been reaped into the Hunger Games. She'd fought. She'd lost. To the one person in the arena she- well, maybe not trusted, exactly, but something in the neighborhood. And, you know, then she was brought back to life and forced to sleep in a room full of everyone else in the arena who'd failed.
Who the hell could live through that and remain so unbothered that, as Mackenzie allowed his glance to land on her for just a moment, she seemed more interested in one of the prongs on her fork being out of alignment with the others?
Admittedly, there was a selfish aspect to his impatience. Who was meant to keep her alive? Who was the one who convinced Denali to work with her in the first place? Who was the one who'd woken up to everything pardon a promise that Lex would die because of his mistakes? It all came back to him and his stupid, reckless actions. He wondered if he would've been able to hurt Faline the way they'd been forced to hurt each other, then stopped himself. He couldn't go down that road again; there was a chance he wouldn't make it back.
"Lex," he said to her, eyes on his plate. Each time he spoke her name it felt like he was trying to hide something from her; damn, he was a shit liar.
"Do you want a beer? Love my sister to death, but she is the only person I know who is incapable of making tea."
He glanced over at the putrid liquid that still seemed almost just as full as it had been when Lex got it. It was almost laughable, a nostalgia of simpler times. Mackenzie had always mocked Maxine for her distinct lack of culinary skill, and she'd always smirked and said something along the lines of: "Well, since I'm always the one who kills it, maybe you should try cooking it."
He missed those days, tugging down a sip from his glass bottle.
"Plus, you know... beer."