09-22-2020, 12:42 AM
DEALER ❝ MIKEY ❞ THE TYPHOON
Michael had grown more and more fond of Diya as of late, having learned more about his fellow vampire once she and Roxanne had officially started dating. He actually found it sort of funny, how she had made an active effort to reach out to his sister's family once they were together. However, he knew he probably just found it funny because of his own circumstances. He nor Trevor had exactly had pleasant childhoods or families, which meant by the time they met, neither wanted the other to meet their family. Michael hadn't even really had anyone to introduce, considering he had left his family home with his father's blood on his hands. Still, that had suited the both of them, really. At that point, both he and his now husband had truly believed that all they would ever need was each other, and on some level, the thief really did still believe that. Yes, he had made a lot of wonderful friends within The Typhoon, and he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to be whole again without Roxie, but without Trevor? Without the man who he had chosen to spend the rest of his life with? Such a life sounded utterly impossible, even when the two of them had spent time apart in the past before. The only reason that had been tolerable was because the both of them always knew that the other would come back.
Of course, this led to Michael having similar worries to Diya over his own vampiric state. He had only ended up developing his vampirism fairly recently, making it difficult for him to tell whether it actually had an effect on his aging or not. The thought of immortality terrified him, however. Sure, he loved all of the movies where the hero felt invincible, like nothing they ever did could so much as lay a scratch on them, but... he didn't really want that. Now that he had kids and a husband, he just wanted to live out the rest of his days – relatively – peacefully, only occasionally taking the risk to go with Trevor on some kind of ill-advised stealing spree. That was the most excitement he wanted in his life, until it finally came time for him to croak. He supposed that, at the very least, if he and Diya were both stuck immortal forever, then they'd at least have each other to turn to. They'd certainly have plenty of time to bond as in-laws if they were both stuck watching their loved ones drop like flies. That was if Michael didn't eventually decide to go off the deep end and jump off the highest cliff he could find in the Typhoon's territory.
For now though, Michael found it best not to ponder or focus on things like that. All it really did was cause anxiety, the kind that he wasn't really able to do anything to ease. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could remember various voices telling him about panic attacks, and anxiety disorders, but he had never really been interested in listening in the moment. He already knew that he was somewhat fucked in the head, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know exactly why. The newly promoted dealer found himself sighing as he sat outside his house, cross-legged on a towel that he had laid out on the beach. His intention had been to sunbathe and read, but as he so often did, he had just ended up getting lost in his own thoughts again. He reached up to run a hand through his own hair, a soft groan of exhaustion and frustration leaving him as he put his book aside, knowing he wouldn't really be able to focus. He considered just giving up on the whole ordeal and going inside to play with his rats, or see what the kids were doing, but then he noticed Diya walking by, looking just as stuck in her own head as he had been just a moment ago.
Deciding that his book could wait – and also eager for the distraction – Michael slowly got up to his feet, dusting sand off of him before he quickly followed after Diya. Getting lost in her own head had only seemed to make her walk faster, so it wasn't long before they arrived at the tracks, where she finally seemed to snap out of it. Michael opened his mouth, ready to greet Diya and ask her what she had been thinking about, only to spot the absolute monstrosity of a horse that was coming right towards her. His words immediately halted in his throat, eyes going wide. Of course, what occurred next only made him more confused, watching as the new dealer treated the equine as if she had known it her entire life. After taking a moment to recover from his confusion, Michael took a few steps forward, clearing his throat before he questioned, "Diya...? Can I just say... what the fuck. That horse is like... I've never seen it before in my life. Is it yours? Where have you been hiding it?" He really was dumbfounded, stunned not only by Diya's strange relationship with the horse, but also because essentially no one within The Typhoon had a horse.
Of course, this led to Michael having similar worries to Diya over his own vampiric state. He had only ended up developing his vampirism fairly recently, making it difficult for him to tell whether it actually had an effect on his aging or not. The thought of immortality terrified him, however. Sure, he loved all of the movies where the hero felt invincible, like nothing they ever did could so much as lay a scratch on them, but... he didn't really want that. Now that he had kids and a husband, he just wanted to live out the rest of his days – relatively – peacefully, only occasionally taking the risk to go with Trevor on some kind of ill-advised stealing spree. That was the most excitement he wanted in his life, until it finally came time for him to croak. He supposed that, at the very least, if he and Diya were both stuck immortal forever, then they'd at least have each other to turn to. They'd certainly have plenty of time to bond as in-laws if they were both stuck watching their loved ones drop like flies. That was if Michael didn't eventually decide to go off the deep end and jump off the highest cliff he could find in the Typhoon's territory.
For now though, Michael found it best not to ponder or focus on things like that. All it really did was cause anxiety, the kind that he wasn't really able to do anything to ease. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could remember various voices telling him about panic attacks, and anxiety disorders, but he had never really been interested in listening in the moment. He already knew that he was somewhat fucked in the head, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know exactly why. The newly promoted dealer found himself sighing as he sat outside his house, cross-legged on a towel that he had laid out on the beach. His intention had been to sunbathe and read, but as he so often did, he had just ended up getting lost in his own thoughts again. He reached up to run a hand through his own hair, a soft groan of exhaustion and frustration leaving him as he put his book aside, knowing he wouldn't really be able to focus. He considered just giving up on the whole ordeal and going inside to play with his rats, or see what the kids were doing, but then he noticed Diya walking by, looking just as stuck in her own head as he had been just a moment ago.
Deciding that his book could wait – and also eager for the distraction – Michael slowly got up to his feet, dusting sand off of him before he quickly followed after Diya. Getting lost in her own head had only seemed to make her walk faster, so it wasn't long before they arrived at the tracks, where she finally seemed to snap out of it. Michael opened his mouth, ready to greet Diya and ask her what she had been thinking about, only to spot the absolute monstrosity of a horse that was coming right towards her. His words immediately halted in his throat, eyes going wide. Of course, what occurred next only made him more confused, watching as the new dealer treated the equine as if she had known it her entire life. After taking a moment to recover from his confusion, Michael took a few steps forward, clearing his throat before he questioned, "Diya...? Can I just say... what the fuck. That horse is like... I've never seen it before in my life. Is it yours? Where have you been hiding it?" He really was dumbfounded, stunned not only by Diya's strange relationship with the horse, but also because essentially no one within The Typhoon had a horse.
AND ALL THIS TIME I HAVE BEEN LYING
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
— Reggan
— Reggan