Post by RedLenai on Oct 4, 2021 22:26:52 GMT
It’s been… an incalculable amount of time spent since he got possessed by the corrupted angel. Derek passed the hour… or days… or months, he didn’t know, walking in endless darkness, only when Fergus came to check on him, he could see glimpses of what was going outside in the real world… but nothing important about his family, friends or anyone he knew.
That was their routine, Fergus would be in the outside world, controlling his body and doing God-knows-what while he just walked, trying to grasp something in the middle of the emptiness of that place.
Well, one can do much when it’s possessed by an entity that shouldn’t even exist in the first place. Sometimes he felt it was just unfair that the angel managed to mess and read his memories, or even present him some weird reality where he had grown up outside the Kingdom, with his parents.
He wondered if there was more than said universe, he knew using his magic was meaningless, but he tried to summon a blue flame. Maybe a small one, like a candle, in hopes that the angel won’t find out and probably do more than stab his heart with such dreams.
He waited while the thin light remained at his index’s fingertip. Nothing happened. Then, he frowned, something was there…
Walking slowly, as if the ground was made of glass, he approached whatever he saw. As he got closer, he recognized the form of the square-like object in front of him, it was a night stand. On top of that, there was a lamp, he turned it on instinctively.
When he glanced back he was in what seemed to be a bedroom, a bit smaller than his own, and clearly not his, his was white and clean… this one was… well, not a mess but quite unorganized.
Then, some memories popped into his head… This was his room, that was his night stand, and that childish bumblebee lamp was his favorite lamp in the world. His dad bought it for him when he was 5 and since then he really loved bees.
He walked around the room, there were some trophies from piano classes, a pine wood closet where all his clothes were in, the clothes were fairly more colorful than the attire he usually wore in the real world. There were some books, some movie DVDs… a coloring book with celtic patterns…
Glancing back at his bed he noticed a bumblebee plushie, grabbing it he exited the room, he didn’t know why he did that on impulse, but it gave him comfort.
There wasn’t much of a hallway as there were two doors, one in front of his room and the other one a few steps further. The door in front of him was his father’s room and the other door led to the bathroom.
He continued walking, this was a small apartment from what he could tell, the kitchen and dining area were the same, and there was a small space for a sofa and a tv, clearly, the place was for two people.
Something made him happy, he realized it was because it’s been the longest in a few years since they didn’t have to move to another place, they always had to move somewhere else, be it because his dad changed jobs, sometimes the apartment’s price raised too much for them to even be able to pay for it.
So, the life “this Derek” had, as he himself realized, was a life of constant moving, constantly questioning why his dad and him were so different from the people around them. Why his dad changed jobs so often, why he didn’t have a mom or other family members. His dad always told him:
“When you get older I’ll explain everything to you”
Obviously, the real Derek just smirked as he realized why. Whoever took him outside of the Kingdom back when he was a baby, decided to raise him and had a difficult time telling him the truth about everything.
He walked to the kitchen, there were a few pictures hanging on the wall. Holding the bumblebee he took a better glance at them, he recognized his own image and as he glanced at the other person in the picture, he recognized them as “his father”. Vladimir and Derek Christopher Kearney…
Guess no matter the reality, he was stuck with that hideous middle name, he wasn’t sure why but he never liked it, Derek was a great name and no one ever called him by his second name. He appreciated the last name tho, it was shorter and less weird than “Van Dercycle”.
He left the plushie on the kitchen counter as he opened the fridge to grab a slice of blueberry pie, it seems the Derek of this world was fond of it. As he ate, he took a moment to analyze his memories.
According to what he recalled, his father saved him from danger and they were teleported to the coast of Brighton. Then, they were homeless for a few months, they went from refugee to refugee until his father could find a job that allowed both to take care of him and earn money.
He recalled the man working at a retirement home cleaning the rooms, taking care of food and medication while the boy received affection and attention from the elders, they weren’t alone and thankfully, Derek’s calm behaviour allowed them to have a room of their own in the place.
Of course, once he got bigger his father found other jobs and they had to leave. He remembered crying a sea of tears when he said goodbye to all his grandmas and grandpas. And so the moving to different cities began as well, however that didn’t affect his studies but that made him quite uninterested to make friends, after all he wasn’t going to see them after a while.
It wasn’t a bad life, he thought, it was better than growing up locked down in a dungeon with barely the interaction or attention from the maids, not like they didn’t want to be with him, they just couldn’t. And he won’t ever admit it, but he barely managed to speak back in the Kingdom, he gained the ability “to speak” when he met the Sillythings, he was better in german than he was in irish, only when he finally could study, he learned again his mother tongue. And not only that, in this life he didn’t grow up learning how to kill vampires or about the supernatural, just that his dad could do magic.
He noticed that Vladimir raised him in a bubble of safety and comfort, protected against several things from the hidden world and even from his origins. And this Derek was naive and pretty innocent as well.
As he finished the pie, the lights in the room turned on. With a loud chew he glanced back to see his father, his hair was a mess and he was pretty tired too.
Dee… It is the middle of the night - He said looking at the watch on the wall - 4 am…
The boy swallowed before he could reply, a bit too fast as he felt the food grasping his throat, hurting him a little.
I… was… hungry? - He noticed his father raised his eyebrows, clearly indicating that he knew that, judging by the plate and dirty lips - I don’t know, I just woke up… and wanted to eat some pie
The man blinked, as he tilted his head to the side - You never wake up in the middle of the night, I’m actually the one who has to wake you up… Is everything all right? - As he finished his sentence, he sat on the other chair of the tiny table, in front of the prince.
Yes, it is, it felt weird for me too just hearing my stomach do grugururu
His father tried to hide a small chuckle as he heard his son’s explanation, Derek could see some of his own facial expressions on the man… Was this his biological father? He wondered, they didn’t have much in common to get a clear answer… Their skin, hair color and height were different, their eyes… Well, every Van Dercycle was born with the royal family eye color so that was impossible to guess. He noticed a few things though, very subtle things like the shape of the eyelids, the jawline, and even the form of the nose.
I understand that going to an university must be stressful for you, but I just want to tell you that whatever you’re going through, you can talk to me
Oh, so this was another reality in which he was also studying. He recalled he wanted to be a vet in this universe, because he wanted to help animals, well, even in his real world he loved them but he didn’t think of that.
He recalled that back when Fergus showed him that another reality, he didn’t see his father's face, he wondered why. In both of them, he knew for sure one thing, he had an overprotective and caring father and yet, he wasn’t sure if that was because of what he desired or if the man truly was like that.
He recalled Gallerian and Chloe being overprotective with him, but this just… felt totally different, another type of affection even.
It was at that time he realized he hadn’t answered anything that his father was once again asking him something.
Derek… if it’s not the Institute then… it’s about… a girl? Or a boy? - His father hesitated, looking at him right in the eyes.
He felt the pie wanting a ticket back from his mouth and his whole body just firing up as he felt a cold sweat coming down his spine. Ok, so he had an… open dad? He tried to read if there were any flags on his face or body movement but the man was sitting like a robot, no expression, no nothing and Derek knew that no matter if it was him or another Derek from another reality, he felt the pressure.
I… ugh… met a guy that came from America, I didn’t talk much to him yet but… I think he stares at me a bit too much… I think he is cute but he makes me nervous too
The man gave him a smile - Well, maybe it’s because you’re prettier than most boys so I won’t be surprised if some of them are staring at you - He said as he picked up the plate and stood up to wash it on the sink.
Yes, but, dad… He has a necklace with a cross
He knew what “his other self” and his father were talking about, about who they were talking about. There was only one guy he ever fixed eyes on that the situation in this other universe didn’t surprise him as much.
Religion doesn’t always mean trouble, Derek. It’s true some people have done terrible things in the name of their beliefs but sometimes it’s not about following those rules but it’s about having somewhere to place faith… Or you never know, maybe it’s for fashion and has nothing to do with this
I know… it’s just… - He grimaced.
A part of him already knew the trouble it may arise, and that part of his was the other Derek watching the situation through his own eyes. At least he had someone to hold on if things went wrong with Liam in this reality too. And hell he was right as he saw the man hugging that soft and gentle version of himself, gently caressing his hair with his fingers and planting a kiss at the other side of his forehead before reassuring him that everything was going to be alright.
His vision became blurry in a second and then, he was back at that dark place. He waited, wondering if Fergus was behind all of this again or if he managed to use the corrupted angel’s powers to navigate through the infinite sea of possibilities.
He began to feel frustrated, worried as he didn’t meet Thomas or Andy in both realities he saw so far… He was worried something terrible happened in said timelines to them if they didn’t met. He won’t admit shit to Andrew, but to Thomas… that caused him distress.
He hoped to find a way to get back, to gain control over his body, he wondered what happened to everyone, he remembered… His mother was free from Fergus now. But many years possessed, what if she was nothing but a corpse at this point? He didn’t know, the only thing he could do now was wait.
That was their routine, Fergus would be in the outside world, controlling his body and doing God-knows-what while he just walked, trying to grasp something in the middle of the emptiness of that place.
Well, one can do much when it’s possessed by an entity that shouldn’t even exist in the first place. Sometimes he felt it was just unfair that the angel managed to mess and read his memories, or even present him some weird reality where he had grown up outside the Kingdom, with his parents.
He wondered if there was more than said universe, he knew using his magic was meaningless, but he tried to summon a blue flame. Maybe a small one, like a candle, in hopes that the angel won’t find out and probably do more than stab his heart with such dreams.
He waited while the thin light remained at his index’s fingertip. Nothing happened. Then, he frowned, something was there…
Walking slowly, as if the ground was made of glass, he approached whatever he saw. As he got closer, he recognized the form of the square-like object in front of him, it was a night stand. On top of that, there was a lamp, he turned it on instinctively.
When he glanced back he was in what seemed to be a bedroom, a bit smaller than his own, and clearly not his, his was white and clean… this one was… well, not a mess but quite unorganized.
Then, some memories popped into his head… This was his room, that was his night stand, and that childish bumblebee lamp was his favorite lamp in the world. His dad bought it for him when he was 5 and since then he really loved bees.
He walked around the room, there were some trophies from piano classes, a pine wood closet where all his clothes were in, the clothes were fairly more colorful than the attire he usually wore in the real world. There were some books, some movie DVDs… a coloring book with celtic patterns…
Glancing back at his bed he noticed a bumblebee plushie, grabbing it he exited the room, he didn’t know why he did that on impulse, but it gave him comfort.
There wasn’t much of a hallway as there were two doors, one in front of his room and the other one a few steps further. The door in front of him was his father’s room and the other door led to the bathroom.
He continued walking, this was a small apartment from what he could tell, the kitchen and dining area were the same, and there was a small space for a sofa and a tv, clearly, the place was for two people.
Something made him happy, he realized it was because it’s been the longest in a few years since they didn’t have to move to another place, they always had to move somewhere else, be it because his dad changed jobs, sometimes the apartment’s price raised too much for them to even be able to pay for it.
So, the life “this Derek” had, as he himself realized, was a life of constant moving, constantly questioning why his dad and him were so different from the people around them. Why his dad changed jobs so often, why he didn’t have a mom or other family members. His dad always told him:
“When you get older I’ll explain everything to you”
Obviously, the real Derek just smirked as he realized why. Whoever took him outside of the Kingdom back when he was a baby, decided to raise him and had a difficult time telling him the truth about everything.
He walked to the kitchen, there were a few pictures hanging on the wall. Holding the bumblebee he took a better glance at them, he recognized his own image and as he glanced at the other person in the picture, he recognized them as “his father”. Vladimir and Derek Christopher Kearney…
Guess no matter the reality, he was stuck with that hideous middle name, he wasn’t sure why but he never liked it, Derek was a great name and no one ever called him by his second name. He appreciated the last name tho, it was shorter and less weird than “Van Dercycle”.
He left the plushie on the kitchen counter as he opened the fridge to grab a slice of blueberry pie, it seems the Derek of this world was fond of it. As he ate, he took a moment to analyze his memories.
According to what he recalled, his father saved him from danger and they were teleported to the coast of Brighton. Then, they were homeless for a few months, they went from refugee to refugee until his father could find a job that allowed both to take care of him and earn money.
He recalled the man working at a retirement home cleaning the rooms, taking care of food and medication while the boy received affection and attention from the elders, they weren’t alone and thankfully, Derek’s calm behaviour allowed them to have a room of their own in the place.
Of course, once he got bigger his father found other jobs and they had to leave. He remembered crying a sea of tears when he said goodbye to all his grandmas and grandpas. And so the moving to different cities began as well, however that didn’t affect his studies but that made him quite uninterested to make friends, after all he wasn’t going to see them after a while.
It wasn’t a bad life, he thought, it was better than growing up locked down in a dungeon with barely the interaction or attention from the maids, not like they didn’t want to be with him, they just couldn’t. And he won’t ever admit it, but he barely managed to speak back in the Kingdom, he gained the ability “to speak” when he met the Sillythings, he was better in german than he was in irish, only when he finally could study, he learned again his mother tongue. And not only that, in this life he didn’t grow up learning how to kill vampires or about the supernatural, just that his dad could do magic.
He noticed that Vladimir raised him in a bubble of safety and comfort, protected against several things from the hidden world and even from his origins. And this Derek was naive and pretty innocent as well.
As he finished the pie, the lights in the room turned on. With a loud chew he glanced back to see his father, his hair was a mess and he was pretty tired too.
Dee… It is the middle of the night - He said looking at the watch on the wall - 4 am…
The boy swallowed before he could reply, a bit too fast as he felt the food grasping his throat, hurting him a little.
I… was… hungry? - He noticed his father raised his eyebrows, clearly indicating that he knew that, judging by the plate and dirty lips - I don’t know, I just woke up… and wanted to eat some pie
The man blinked, as he tilted his head to the side - You never wake up in the middle of the night, I’m actually the one who has to wake you up… Is everything all right? - As he finished his sentence, he sat on the other chair of the tiny table, in front of the prince.
Yes, it is, it felt weird for me too just hearing my stomach do grugururu
His father tried to hide a small chuckle as he heard his son’s explanation, Derek could see some of his own facial expressions on the man… Was this his biological father? He wondered, they didn’t have much in common to get a clear answer… Their skin, hair color and height were different, their eyes… Well, every Van Dercycle was born with the royal family eye color so that was impossible to guess. He noticed a few things though, very subtle things like the shape of the eyelids, the jawline, and even the form of the nose.
I understand that going to an university must be stressful for you, but I just want to tell you that whatever you’re going through, you can talk to me
Oh, so this was another reality in which he was also studying. He recalled he wanted to be a vet in this universe, because he wanted to help animals, well, even in his real world he loved them but he didn’t think of that.
He recalled that back when Fergus showed him that another reality, he didn’t see his father's face, he wondered why. In both of them, he knew for sure one thing, he had an overprotective and caring father and yet, he wasn’t sure if that was because of what he desired or if the man truly was like that.
He recalled Gallerian and Chloe being overprotective with him, but this just… felt totally different, another type of affection even.
It was at that time he realized he hadn’t answered anything that his father was once again asking him something.
Derek… if it’s not the Institute then… it’s about… a girl? Or a boy? - His father hesitated, looking at him right in the eyes.
He felt the pie wanting a ticket back from his mouth and his whole body just firing up as he felt a cold sweat coming down his spine. Ok, so he had an… open dad? He tried to read if there were any flags on his face or body movement but the man was sitting like a robot, no expression, no nothing and Derek knew that no matter if it was him or another Derek from another reality, he felt the pressure.
I… ugh… met a guy that came from America, I didn’t talk much to him yet but… I think he stares at me a bit too much… I think he is cute but he makes me nervous too
The man gave him a smile - Well, maybe it’s because you’re prettier than most boys so I won’t be surprised if some of them are staring at you - He said as he picked up the plate and stood up to wash it on the sink.
Yes, but, dad… He has a necklace with a cross
He knew what “his other self” and his father were talking about, about who they were talking about. There was only one guy he ever fixed eyes on that the situation in this other universe didn’t surprise him as much.
Religion doesn’t always mean trouble, Derek. It’s true some people have done terrible things in the name of their beliefs but sometimes it’s not about following those rules but it’s about having somewhere to place faith… Or you never know, maybe it’s for fashion and has nothing to do with this
I know… it’s just… - He grimaced.
A part of him already knew the trouble it may arise, and that part of his was the other Derek watching the situation through his own eyes. At least he had someone to hold on if things went wrong with Liam in this reality too. And hell he was right as he saw the man hugging that soft and gentle version of himself, gently caressing his hair with his fingers and planting a kiss at the other side of his forehead before reassuring him that everything was going to be alright.
His vision became blurry in a second and then, he was back at that dark place. He waited, wondering if Fergus was behind all of this again or if he managed to use the corrupted angel’s powers to navigate through the infinite sea of possibilities.
He began to feel frustrated, worried as he didn’t meet Thomas or Andy in both realities he saw so far… He was worried something terrible happened in said timelines to them if they didn’t met. He won’t admit shit to Andrew, but to Thomas… that caused him distress.
He hoped to find a way to get back, to gain control over his body, he wondered what happened to everyone, he remembered… His mother was free from Fergus now. But many years possessed, what if she was nothing but a corpse at this point? He didn’t know, the only thing he could do now was wait.