Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
Ereshkigal Character Design And Preferences
blueJane
Artist
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Hers
ART TIME!
Since it's a power-created costume Ereshkigal could obviously modify it to suit her needs and desires, but this is what I have in mind for the 'default' look. She can easily mold the mask over her glasses, work shadows into hair extensions, have parts of the suit be more armored or more flexible as needed, and she can effectively tailor it on the fly.
This was my initial sketch. I think a combination of form-fitting and flowing is perfect for a shadowy phantom thief.
Persephone definitely seems to have a type and that type is Buff Tall Gals. (But then, who doesn't like those?)
As a side note, I've started beta reading this fic, looking forward to contributing both more art and the occasional judicious edit.
Since it's a power-created costume Ereshkigal could obviously modify it to suit her needs and desires, but this is what I have in mind for the 'default' look. She can easily mold the mask over her glasses, work shadows into hair extensions, have parts of the suit be more armored or more flexible as needed, and she can effectively tailor it on the fly.
This was my initial sketch. I think a combination of form-fitting and flowing is perfect for a shadowy phantom thief.
Persephone definitely seems to have a type and that type is Buff Tall Gals. (But then, who doesn't like those?)
As a side note, I've started beta reading this fic, looking forward to contributing both more art and the occasional judicious edit.
hugh_donnetono
No use to complain
- Location
- Caught Out In The Rain
Wow Seph really does just go with an alternate version of her own actual real name for her cape persona, huh
what a dumbass, I love her
Interesting how she didn't seem to even consider that superheroes are funded here?
blueJane
Artist
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Hers
She might be a bit cagey about going to the PRT straightaway, especially if she wants to make sure her father won't find her first. She may not know about Cauldron yet, but from her perspective he waltzed up, murdered her mum, then disappeared.
It's a plausible conclusion, but unless I've forgotten something between readings she never seemed to even think about going that way.
- Pronouns
- They/Them/She/Her
Well, I think my leading hypothesis has been that she thinks the PRT and Protectorate would object to her plans for her father, given said plans, as I understand it, boil down to "murder him".
(Also, depending on how conflict drive works in this setting, it may be significant for the difference in behavior between Alex and Persephone that the former's a vial cape and the latter a natural trigger. What's likely to cause more ripples of conflict, heading straight to the heroes to ask for a nice (relatively) safe job, or becoming a villain living among gangs, practicing robbery, and planning murder?)
(Also, depending on how conflict drive works in this setting, it may be significant for the difference in behavior between Alex and Persephone that the former's a vial cape and the latter a natural trigger. What's likely to cause more ripples of conflict, heading straight to the heroes to ask for a nice (relatively) safe job, or becoming a villain living among gangs, practicing robbery, and planning murder?)
Interlude 1.w
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The Wards Headquarters was hosted in the Parahuman Response Team East-North-East Building on Lord Street, deep in the basement for safety purposes, behind a gleaming chrome hallway and a retinal scanner. A huge dome-shaped room, split into multiple smaller rooms by reconfigurable walls, separating sections of the basement into individual quarters, a bathroom with showers, a filing room, laundry room, all the fixings. Plenty was left over for the main meeting/living/press room, with comfortable couches, chairs, a long console of computers and monitors networked across one wall, a TV and gaming consoles. All the general necessities for teenage superheroes.
The inconvenient bit was there were regular tours down here. No one got to come directly in, but there was a window across one wall that offered a real clear view into the meeting room. So there was a countdown timer to the next scheduled tour, and a warning buzzer in advance of any entrances, scheduled and otherwise.
The buzzer sounded now, and with tired grumbling, the Wards presently inside pulled their masks on. Off-schedule, so it was probably PRT or Protectorate coming in for something or other.
Once everyone was masked up, Vista hit a button on the console to confirm they were ready. Vista, running the console for the moment, was the youngest of the Wards as a twelve-year-old girl - almost thirteen! - but not the newest (that honour fell to Shadow Stalker), and one of the strongest, with the power to twist space and the way the world connected with itself.
Shortly afterward, the back entrance whirred open, and Armsmaster came in, serious and stern in his blue power armour. He was accompanied by a dainty girl none of them knew, though the PRT-issue domino mask and uncostumed civvies told them the important part - she was a new cape, and probably planning to join the Wards, or at least considering it seriously enough to get a meet-and-greet.
Armsmaster confirmed that immediately. "Wards, this is Ripple." There was a short and strange pause as he mouthed words, as if searching for the right ones, before saying, "They will be joining the Wards as of today."
"Already confirmed?" Triumph asked. Normally there was at least some consideration and weighing of options before fully deciding on it. Triumph, for his part, was the oldest of the Wards and thus the leader for now, almost eighteen. He'd be graduating into the Protectorate fairly soon. His own powers were pretty classic - midrange superstrength sufficient to punch through concrete, and stronger sound manipulation, able to unleash high-force sound as sonic screams and roars.
Armsmaster nodded. "Yes. Go ahead and get to know one another, reveal your identities at your own pace." With a pat on Ripple's shoulder, he withdrew.
Ripple looked pretty awkward. Nervous meeting her new team, Gallant may not be here but there was no need for an empath when the body language was this obvious. The domino mask didn't really hide anything - it was more of a statement of 'this is a secret identity, please don't pry' that banked on the Unwritten Rules of cape culture to protect the one underneath. "Uh… hi?"
Clockblocker just shook his head, hidden behind a blank-faced white mask. "Man, he really just left you hangin', huh? Probably better than trying to actually participate in the conversation, though. 'Greetings, teenagers'," he began in the deepest voice he could manage. "'I wish to partake in the haps with you' and all that." Clockblocker was the other strongest member of the team alongside Vista, able to stop time with a touch. He was on the older end for the group at seventeen.
Ripple frowned. "Just because he's not a teenager doesn't mean he's not cool," she protested.
"Armsmaster fan?" Clockblocker pulled off his helmet, revealing red hair, freckles, and a wide grin. "I'm Dennis."
Triumph took off his own roaring-lion helmet, shaking out his brown hair and smiling at her. "Rory."
Vista slid her green visor off, but didn't offer a name other than "Vista". Blonde little girl underneath, though her expression was pretty serious.
Shadow Stalker didn't even touch her mask - black-painted metal, moulded in the shape of a woman's stern and uncompromising face - though her hood was down, revealing her straight dark ponytail. She just leaned against a corner wall, arms folded across her chest, watching the interaction. She was the newest member of the team, though arguably the most experienced - she'd been a vigilante for a few years before the PRT had picked her up and given her a choice between juvenile detention for her not-entirely-legal activities as an independent, or the Wards. Her power was simple intangibility - low-rated, but she preferred it that way. She'd phoned in the testing. Why bother trying to impress people that didn't have her respect in the first place? Just gotta wait out her probation and try not to go nuts in the meantime.
Kid Win took off his red visor, grinning. He was pretty pale and weedy, with messy brown hair. "Chris. So he didn't tell us, what's your power?" Kid Win, for his part, was the team's tinker. What he had was pretty rad - energy guns, a hoverboard, and more prosaically some lightly-powered armour so he could carry heavy protection.
The girl slid her domino mask up above her eyes, resting it on her forehead like a pair of sunglasses and revealing the face they already knew was there - really cute and striking, with elegant features, a beauty mark on her left cheek, topped by wavy rich-brown hair kept short. "Uh, I'm Alex," she introduced herself first. "I'm a tinker, though I'm new so I don't know super-well what I do yet."
Chris hoped his grin didn't noticeably fade. He was… well aware he wasn't a very good tinker. His mind was full of the visions of what he could make if he ever managed to focus on anything, so he could compare it real well to what he did make and see how far short he came up. It was hard not to worry another tinker on the team would outshine him real fast. It'd be good to have one other than Armsmaster to talk to, though. It was kind of awkward with Armsmaster - hard to have casual nerd-chat with an icon.
"We'll have to set you up a workshop, then," Rory swept in. "Maintenance teams should be coming in to do that by the end of the day."
Alex nodded. "All right…" She seemed kind of down, but that was normal in new capes. Trigger events were never a fun time.
"Assuming 'Ripple' is a tentative name?" Dennis asked.
"Ah, yeah. It's just what came to mind first, I don't know if I'll settle on it."
"Image probably won't let you," Vista warned. "Not in this city, not with Riptide running around. Name's too close."
"Who?" Clearly didn't follow cape news that closely.
"Psycho that likes to hit the Boardwalk," Rory explained. "Racked up a body count already. Real bad news."
Alex nodded. "Ah… yeah I guess that's not the kind of press the PRT wants for a Ward."
"You could maybe kick his ass and claim the name by right of conquest," Dennis mused. "If you tinker water-y stuff you might be well-suited."
"I guess I should try that and see… I don't know a whole lot about what I do yet, though. I've had my powers for like twelve hours. All I know is I do good power cells."
"It's a good start," Chris offered. "I mean, you use power cells in basically everything."
"If all else fails, high-energy applications include bombs," Alex mused.
Dennis just shook his head. "Tinkers."
"What?" Chris looked to him, vaguely offended. "It sounds like a great idea."
"That's my point!"
The front entrance whirred open without a buzzer, which told the experienced Wards that it was their missing two back from patrol. Sure enough, it was the two of them entering, Aegis in rust-red, Gallant in his tinkertech knightly armour.
They came to a halt as they saw the scene in question. Luckily, Gallant's expression was hidden behind his helm, because he needed a moment to compose himself. Aegis waved to the others. "New prospect?" he asked the girl he didn't know.
"Uh… yeah, though I'm pretty sure I'm joining," Alex said. "I'm in kind of an awkward situation."
"I… noticed," Gallant said, pulling off his helmet and running a hand through his blonde hair to get it a bit aired out.
"Dean?!" Alex squawked.
Dean chuckled, smiling at the girl and politely not saying a word about the sudden flare of emotion that was only partially expressing itself on her face. He wore tinkertech armour and cosplayed as a tinker, but he'd actually bought it. His real power was to read emotions, as well as alter them with concussive blasts. "I mean, you had to assume the guy who dressed up as a knight did HEMA, right?"
Alex glared at him. A glare he knew was at least partially her focusing on the emotions that were easier to deal with. "Doesn't mean it was specifically you." She grumbled to herself, "Though I guess there were only so many at the club in our age range."
"So, you two know each other?" Aegis asked, pulling off his helmet to reveal tanned skin and long hair. "I'm Carlos, by the way."
"Yeah," Dean said, ignoring the spike of emotion from Alex that he was pretty sure Alex hadn't identified properly, as well as the widening eyes and slight flush to her cheeks that were the physical signs of it. "You know the HEMA club I do? Alex goes there too." He decided he wasn't going to bring up Alex's original gender unless Alex did. The fact that her emotions were so much crisper and smoother than when she'd been male, that the thin film of some unidentifiable emotion that had underlaid, obscured, and weighed down everything he had ever felt was gone was… well, Dean wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but it was best to let Alex figure it out however they wanted to, rather than push it in any particular direction based on his clearly-incomplete knowledge. Even the things he did know about Alex - like her reactions to him, Colin, and now Carlos - were best discovered on her own, with support rather than guidance. When something about yourself was a secret even you didn't know, having it revealed to you by someone else was an unacceptable violation.
"Dean kicks my ass all the time, though," Alex grumbled.
"Don't feel too bad about that, I have an advantage. I can see your emotions, so it helps me predict people." It was best to get that out there quickly. It was an intrusive knowledge Dean tried not to misuse or hold over people, but it wasn't unreasonable to feel violated when someone was looking into your heart. It would have been very convenient if he could turn it off. "If it comes down to actual skill, I think you might be better than me. I'd turn it off to check, but I can't." He smiled apologetically.
Alex squawked, cheeks reddening. "Y-you can what?!"
Dean mimed a zipping motion. "Lips are sealed."
"That doesn't help!" Alex complained.
Dennis leaned in, grinning. "Okay so now I'm kinda curious…"
"Remain curious!"
Vista turned away, returning her attention to the console even though nothing of note was happening. She had a pretty good idea what emotions Dean had just promised his silence on. The same ones she had, that were even more impossible than she'd thought. Five-year age gap aside, his existing girlfriend aside, now there was a beautiful girl friend between Vista and her hopes too, just to make it a little more impossible.
Dean, for his part, was momentarily glad he and Victoria had broken up again. Alex and Missy were going to be more than enough to juggle without having to worry about Amy for the moment.
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The Wards Headquarters was hosted in the Parahuman Response Team East-North-East Building on Lord Street, deep in the basement for safety purposes, behind a gleaming chrome hallway and a retinal scanner. A huge dome-shaped room, split into multiple smaller rooms by reconfigurable walls, separating sections of the basement into individual quarters, a bathroom with showers, a filing room, laundry room, all the fixings. Plenty was left over for the main meeting/living/press room, with comfortable couches, chairs, a long console of computers and monitors networked across one wall, a TV and gaming consoles. All the general necessities for teenage superheroes.
The inconvenient bit was there were regular tours down here. No one got to come directly in, but there was a window across one wall that offered a real clear view into the meeting room. So there was a countdown timer to the next scheduled tour, and a warning buzzer in advance of any entrances, scheduled and otherwise.
The buzzer sounded now, and with tired grumbling, the Wards presently inside pulled their masks on. Off-schedule, so it was probably PRT or Protectorate coming in for something or other.
Once everyone was masked up, Vista hit a button on the console to confirm they were ready. Vista, running the console for the moment, was the youngest of the Wards as a twelve-year-old girl - almost thirteen! - but not the newest (that honour fell to Shadow Stalker), and one of the strongest, with the power to twist space and the way the world connected with itself.
Shortly afterward, the back entrance whirred open, and Armsmaster came in, serious and stern in his blue power armour. He was accompanied by a dainty girl none of them knew, though the PRT-issue domino mask and uncostumed civvies told them the important part - she was a new cape, and probably planning to join the Wards, or at least considering it seriously enough to get a meet-and-greet.
Armsmaster confirmed that immediately. "Wards, this is Ripple." There was a short and strange pause as he mouthed words, as if searching for the right ones, before saying, "They will be joining the Wards as of today."
"Already confirmed?" Triumph asked. Normally there was at least some consideration and weighing of options before fully deciding on it. Triumph, for his part, was the oldest of the Wards and thus the leader for now, almost eighteen. He'd be graduating into the Protectorate fairly soon. His own powers were pretty classic - midrange superstrength sufficient to punch through concrete, and stronger sound manipulation, able to unleash high-force sound as sonic screams and roars.
Armsmaster nodded. "Yes. Go ahead and get to know one another, reveal your identities at your own pace." With a pat on Ripple's shoulder, he withdrew.
Ripple looked pretty awkward. Nervous meeting her new team, Gallant may not be here but there was no need for an empath when the body language was this obvious. The domino mask didn't really hide anything - it was more of a statement of 'this is a secret identity, please don't pry' that banked on the Unwritten Rules of cape culture to protect the one underneath. "Uh… hi?"
Clockblocker just shook his head, hidden behind a blank-faced white mask. "Man, he really just left you hangin', huh? Probably better than trying to actually participate in the conversation, though. 'Greetings, teenagers'," he began in the deepest voice he could manage. "'I wish to partake in the haps with you' and all that." Clockblocker was the other strongest member of the team alongside Vista, able to stop time with a touch. He was on the older end for the group at seventeen.
Ripple frowned. "Just because he's not a teenager doesn't mean he's not cool," she protested.
"Armsmaster fan?" Clockblocker pulled off his helmet, revealing red hair, freckles, and a wide grin. "I'm Dennis."
Triumph took off his own roaring-lion helmet, shaking out his brown hair and smiling at her. "Rory."
Vista slid her green visor off, but didn't offer a name other than "Vista". Blonde little girl underneath, though her expression was pretty serious.
Shadow Stalker didn't even touch her mask - black-painted metal, moulded in the shape of a woman's stern and uncompromising face - though her hood was down, revealing her straight dark ponytail. She just leaned against a corner wall, arms folded across her chest, watching the interaction. She was the newest member of the team, though arguably the most experienced - she'd been a vigilante for a few years before the PRT had picked her up and given her a choice between juvenile detention for her not-entirely-legal activities as an independent, or the Wards. Her power was simple intangibility - low-rated, but she preferred it that way. She'd phoned in the testing. Why bother trying to impress people that didn't have her respect in the first place? Just gotta wait out her probation and try not to go nuts in the meantime.
Kid Win took off his red visor, grinning. He was pretty pale and weedy, with messy brown hair. "Chris. So he didn't tell us, what's your power?" Kid Win, for his part, was the team's tinker. What he had was pretty rad - energy guns, a hoverboard, and more prosaically some lightly-powered armour so he could carry heavy protection.
The girl slid her domino mask up above her eyes, resting it on her forehead like a pair of sunglasses and revealing the face they already knew was there - really cute and striking, with elegant features, a beauty mark on her left cheek, topped by wavy rich-brown hair kept short. "Uh, I'm Alex," she introduced herself first. "I'm a tinker, though I'm new so I don't know super-well what I do yet."
Chris hoped his grin didn't noticeably fade. He was… well aware he wasn't a very good tinker. His mind was full of the visions of what he could make if he ever managed to focus on anything, so he could compare it real well to what he did make and see how far short he came up. It was hard not to worry another tinker on the team would outshine him real fast. It'd be good to have one other than Armsmaster to talk to, though. It was kind of awkward with Armsmaster - hard to have casual nerd-chat with an icon.
"We'll have to set you up a workshop, then," Rory swept in. "Maintenance teams should be coming in to do that by the end of the day."
Alex nodded. "All right…" She seemed kind of down, but that was normal in new capes. Trigger events were never a fun time.
"Assuming 'Ripple' is a tentative name?" Dennis asked.
"Ah, yeah. It's just what came to mind first, I don't know if I'll settle on it."
"Image probably won't let you," Vista warned. "Not in this city, not with Riptide running around. Name's too close."
"Who?" Clearly didn't follow cape news that closely.
"Psycho that likes to hit the Boardwalk," Rory explained. "Racked up a body count already. Real bad news."
Alex nodded. "Ah… yeah I guess that's not the kind of press the PRT wants for a Ward."
"You could maybe kick his ass and claim the name by right of conquest," Dennis mused. "If you tinker water-y stuff you might be well-suited."
"I guess I should try that and see… I don't know a whole lot about what I do yet, though. I've had my powers for like twelve hours. All I know is I do good power cells."
"It's a good start," Chris offered. "I mean, you use power cells in basically everything."
"If all else fails, high-energy applications include bombs," Alex mused.
Dennis just shook his head. "Tinkers."
"What?" Chris looked to him, vaguely offended. "It sounds like a great idea."
"That's my point!"
The front entrance whirred open without a buzzer, which told the experienced Wards that it was their missing two back from patrol. Sure enough, it was the two of them entering, Aegis in rust-red, Gallant in his tinkertech knightly armour.
They came to a halt as they saw the scene in question. Luckily, Gallant's expression was hidden behind his helm, because he needed a moment to compose himself. Aegis waved to the others. "New prospect?" he asked the girl he didn't know.
"Uh… yeah, though I'm pretty sure I'm joining," Alex said. "I'm in kind of an awkward situation."
"I… noticed," Gallant said, pulling off his helmet and running a hand through his blonde hair to get it a bit aired out.
"Dean?!" Alex squawked.
Dean chuckled, smiling at the girl and politely not saying a word about the sudden flare of emotion that was only partially expressing itself on her face. He wore tinkertech armour and cosplayed as a tinker, but he'd actually bought it. His real power was to read emotions, as well as alter them with concussive blasts. "I mean, you had to assume the guy who dressed up as a knight did HEMA, right?"
Alex glared at him. A glare he knew was at least partially her focusing on the emotions that were easier to deal with. "Doesn't mean it was specifically you." She grumbled to herself, "Though I guess there were only so many at the club in our age range."
"So, you two know each other?" Aegis asked, pulling off his helmet to reveal tanned skin and long hair. "I'm Carlos, by the way."
"Yeah," Dean said, ignoring the spike of emotion from Alex that he was pretty sure Alex hadn't identified properly, as well as the widening eyes and slight flush to her cheeks that were the physical signs of it. "You know the HEMA club I do? Alex goes there too." He decided he wasn't going to bring up Alex's original gender unless Alex did. The fact that her emotions were so much crisper and smoother than when she'd been male, that the thin film of some unidentifiable emotion that had underlaid, obscured, and weighed down everything he had ever felt was gone was… well, Dean wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but it was best to let Alex figure it out however they wanted to, rather than push it in any particular direction based on his clearly-incomplete knowledge. Even the things he did know about Alex - like her reactions to him, Colin, and now Carlos - were best discovered on her own, with support rather than guidance. When something about yourself was a secret even you didn't know, having it revealed to you by someone else was an unacceptable violation.
"Dean kicks my ass all the time, though," Alex grumbled.
"Don't feel too bad about that, I have an advantage. I can see your emotions, so it helps me predict people." It was best to get that out there quickly. It was an intrusive knowledge Dean tried not to misuse or hold over people, but it wasn't unreasonable to feel violated when someone was looking into your heart. It would have been very convenient if he could turn it off. "If it comes down to actual skill, I think you might be better than me. I'd turn it off to check, but I can't." He smiled apologetically.
Alex squawked, cheeks reddening. "Y-you can what?!"
Dean mimed a zipping motion. "Lips are sealed."
"That doesn't help!" Alex complained.
Dennis leaned in, grinning. "Okay so now I'm kinda curious…"
"Remain curious!"
Vista turned away, returning her attention to the console even though nothing of note was happening. She had a pretty good idea what emotions Dean had just promised his silence on. The same ones she had, that were even more impossible than she'd thought. Five-year age gap aside, his existing girlfriend aside, now there was a beautiful girl friend between Vista and her hopes too, just to make it a little more impossible.
Dean, for his part, was momentarily glad he and Victoria had broken up again. Alex and Missy were going to be more than enough to juggle without having to worry about Amy for the moment.
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Aurora Raven
(Verified Bird)
- Location
- Surrey, UK
- Pronouns
- She/Her
As far as I know, there's not a single fic about Harem Protagonist Dean.
You could change that...
You could change that...
My Superpowers Came With A Reverse-Harem?! But I'm A Guy!
blueJane
Artist
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Hers
presenting the hit new anime series based on the viral light novel fanfiction, "My Superpowers Came With A Reverse Harem?!"
- Location
- Cardiff
- Pronouns
- She/Her
oh my god the look of Missy's face!
This is fantastic
Yeah it's very "Hmph."
She does not appreciate having a new romantic rival. (Well, romantic "I'm not even in the running so can you call this a rivalry?")
Whether she was reading that correctly and actually has one or not is its own question, but that was her interpretation of that little interaction anyway!
This was a Wards interlude rather than a Specific-Ward interlude, so it was from everyone's perspective, basically jumping to whichever offered the most appropriate insight to the moment.
Sure, you have a reason for why the update was confusing. It's still confusing, though. I'm not going to say I know better than you how to write this interlude. Maybe there's no way to make it not confusing. I certainly don't have any ideas. Maybe you decided the confusion was a good trade-off for fitting in a whole bunch of perspectives. I'm just describing what I felt when I read that interlude. Slight confusion - just slight - whenever the perspective shifted and I had to go back a few sentences and basically guess where the shift happened.
PrognosticHannya
Far Too Enthusiastic About Etymology
- Pronouns
- She/Her
So did Alex actually have a crush on Dean (even as a guy), or is Vista misreading the situation?
Alex's reaction sure made it seem that way. EDIT: Okay, no, I can't back that up with the text. Still seems pretty possible though.
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RoboRenee
Trans of gender
- Location
- FFXIV, probably
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The line 'Even the things he did know about Alex - like her reactions to him, Colin, and now Carlos' seemed to draw a parallel in how she's reacted to them, which suggested to me that there is some degree of attraction there.
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
There's a whole lot of this floating around, yes. So like, the question of Alex's feelings amounts to 'Alex is in rampant denial and doesn't know what they are either'.
Dean knows Alex is into guys. (Alex does not)
Dean does not think Alex has more elaborate sexual/romantic feelings towards him than 'ooh, hot' (they are friends but that's distinct). Though because of how diffident and suppressed Alex's 'anything other than straight guy' feelings are, it is entirely possible for him to miss or misinterpret anything particularly complex - attraction is direct and simple, love is complicated and is based on a foundation that is very unstable in Alex.
Dean does know Vista just eyeballed Alex as a rival. So his difficulty here in juggling the two of them is 'Alex has always had problems I need to help with and just arrived with more, and time I spend with Alex is going to be in front of Vista, making her jealous, and potentially hurting her'.
Amy doesn't exactly complicate the situation (Vista is well aware she isn't a rival there), but she is her own headache to deal with, and Dean doesn't resent it, but he does appreciate the break on that front while he just got a difficulty spike in other areas.
Tbh Alex isn't even entirely sure what Dean is promising to keep secret either, she just assumes it's embarrassing so she got all flustered. (Meanwhile Vista read it as 'he's promising not to talk about her ill-fated love for him' because she's kinda primed in that direction and is definitely reading Vibes between them)
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blueJane
Artist
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Hers
Frankly this is the sort of stuff I'm actually here for. Give me stories about emotional people (teens or otherwise) with complicated interpersonal issues, hold the cosmic horror.
- Location
- Missouri
Just found this, and damn is it good. Can't wait to see where things head from here.