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Chapter 32. Whistle
"Sometimes it's the crazy people who turn out to be not so crazy"
- Kevin Spacey
Serena felt his mind awake like the igniting spark of an engine, but kept her back to him and burned a hole in the wall with her eyes. There was the squeak of the mattress as he leaned over to see that she had woken up, and was ignoring him. He sighed.
"It's going to be another day of this, is it?"
When she didn't answer, he thought: Seriously Serena, enough. It's been five days!
"I'm sorry," she sniped, "Is my captivity bothering you? I'm like a parakeet, just put a blanket over my cage and I should shut up."
He flipped his blanket off him, covering her, and got out of bed.
"If only that would work!" he growled, and stormed into the kitchen.
She curled into a ball under the blanket, seething. But Taras cooled down as he made himself breakfast. He came back to Serena's side of the bed with a juice and a bowl of cereal, which he put on the bedside table. He gently uncovered her.
"Eat. Please," he entreated softly.
Against her will the mournful tone of his voice undid her. She rolled her eyes, making her scorn clear, but sat up. He stood awkwardly and watched her chug her juice and balance the cereal bowl on her legs.
"Feel like brushing your hair and taking a shower today?" he asked mildly.
"Feel like wiping that mustache off your face?"
He scowled. In black marker below his nose was drawn a particularly curly and villainous mustache. Serena had been struck by the inspiration two nights ago when he'd been sleeping. He'd shouted at her for half an hour afterwards and wouldn't speak to her for a solid twenty-four. Totally worth it.
"Think about cleaning yourself up. Sulking won't change anything," he said, and scooped up some clothes from the floor and went in the bathroom.
Serena crushed her cereal with her spoon, turning it into mush. She wasn't sulking. She was protesting. For her human rights. Or inhuman rights...whatever. Taras was a jerk. And an unstable one at that. First he says it's dangerous, that Mercury might discover her identity as Jon O'Hara's ex-daughter or that she can read minds. And he thinks any number of the whack-a-doodles here might hurt them. And then suddenly he flips out and says they should stay with Mercury for her protection?
Serena slammed the bowl back onto the bedside table. Taras was acting like her father, saying it was for her own good while stuffing her into a cage. She sighed and buried her head under her pillow. No, that was unfair. He was kissing her dizzy before acting like her father, and that was in an order she appreciated.
The hum of the shower was in the background as Serena dozed, before:
Mercury's expression was steely, a hint of anger coming through. He stood with palms on his desk as he leaned closer.
"Have you been honest with me, Vision?"
"Of course I have."
"Even about Serena's powers?"
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