I Am (Not) Your Hero

20

Starlette stared out at the moon from the window, still in her suit.

"You keep that pack of cigarettes?" She asked softly.

He nodded, gently tossing them to her. She took one out, putting it between her lips, and waiting in silence. Smite swallowed, allowing his eyes to heat, and lit the end of her cigarette.

He didn't think he'd ever seen her smoke. He didn't think he liked it. He sat next to her.

"You can be mean to me," he offered.

She smirked. "I'm not like you, Smite. I don't need to be mean to you."

He winced. "I..."

He sighed and then left the room, blinking back into existence in front of her with a bottle of pills. He nodded to them, hovering somewhat aimlessly as he waited for her to pick them up.

She looked up at him inquisitively, raising her brow, nodding at them, before picking them up.

"Why do these have my name on them?" She asked softly, taking another huff of her cigarette.

"I told a doctor all your symptoms. Including...me. Obviously I didn't say me," he rambled pointing his hand to the bottle. "But I told him you were hostage. Depressed. All your symptoms. All the things I've done. He said these would probably help."

She narrowed her eyes at it. Zoloft. She smirked, setting them down. "It won't."

"Sure they will. He said take one in the morning with food—"

"They won't work," she said again, this time with more feeling.

"You just have to take them—"

"I have. I've taken these. And...plenty others."

His eyes darted to them. "You've...well. This dose?"

"And higher. Don't bother with bringing pills back here. What's wrong with me can't be fixed with them."

He frowned, picking them up, his eyes running over the words over and over.

Then he unscrewed the cap, and threw two back. He slowly descended next to her, sitting in the corner with her.

"What was that for?"

He shrugged. "I want to know what it's like to be you. Be in your mind."

She cocked her head. "That won't do it. Besides you can't be in my mind. It's not possible. It would be like me being in a bird's mind." She smiled softly. "Now how on earth could I ever imagine what a bird thinks?"

He said nothing for a moment, looking over at her. The sun shone as it rose, hitting the side of her face. "I could be. Like you, I mean."

She shrugged. "Okay."

He narrowed his eyes. "Is it nice? Being human?"

She shook her head. "It's all I've ever been. It's sucked most of the time. Is it nice? Being what you are?"

He looked at the cigarette in her hand. She stubbed her out. "It's not the worse. But...I always thought I was a man."

And to that, Starlette could only snort. "You're no man. No one will ever understand what you are, Smite because there's no one else like you."

He smiled ruefully. "Yeah...I never thought of that as a bad thing...until I met you."

He reached out, hesitantly, cupping her face. Starletre looked at him blankly. "I never thought of lot until I met you."

"It's because you're a self absorbed piece of shit."

He smirked. "It's true isn't it? Eh, it's fine."