Chapter Forty-Seven: Our Home

Tyson isn't sure whether he should be mad with Kipp. He knows logically that Kipp saved them all, and he knows first hand the scum that lingered in Brooklyn Heights. If one of them was magically powerful and out for his blood, it wouldn't have been just Roxie that would be gone. No, he knows that the alternative would be worse. He would be seeing the bloody corpses of his family lying all around him while his captor chokes his cries with a sharp tip of a blade. And that's one of the better scenarios.
But yet, he's seducing his daughter. Who knows what he would do to get her, and who knows if any of this is even true. So what if he's been feeling dread twisting in his stomach for weeks before this. So what that now now that he's here, he feels normal? He just wants life to go back the way it was.

Moving instinctively towards Kipp when he enters, Tyson gives him the fiercest glare he can possibly give in his exhausted state. He internally sighs, he isn't really mad at him anymore. Irish, Isadora, and Tylar deserve to be safe, even without Roxanne. Kipp smiles knowingly, and Tyson averts his gaze. He wants his babies to be safe, but it doesn't mean he has to be happy about it.

Tyson gives a quiet hmph and starts to exercise. If he wants to get a good position in the police squad here without being able to use his prior experience, he'll have to be as fit as his aging body will allow.

Kipp leads Irish up the spiral stairs, his face serious and solemn. The weight of what he's done is heavy, and he just wants to sleep. But he needs to show his mate around the house, and sleeping away his problems won't work anyway.
"Hey!" Kipp yelps as he feels a squeeze to his butt cheek. He hears a soft chuckle, still shaken but sounding much more solid then before. He wonders if it's the calm before the storm.

Kipp rushes into their bedroom, excited to show Irish their new bedroom. His purple eyes glitter excitedly, even as he hears a moan and soft cursing. He would know if she was really hurt. He would go crazy if he could feel every twinge and ache she had, especially during the human menstrual cycle. His smile fades as he thinks about the horrible stories he heard about the crazy hormonal woman who go through severe personality changes each month. He prays they're just bigot-fueled rumors created by bored aliens, or at least exaggerated. A lot.

"Got my heel stuck in the stairs." Irish explains, her eyes alight all over the room. The soft wood against the light green walls just seemed so much more...peaceful then her old princess room. Kipp feels himself forgetting about his silly worries, just happy that his soulmate loves the room he created.

"There's not much decorating stuff yet, I though we could choose that together. I just didn't want you to enter a barren bedroom, and I like nature a lot. So you really like it?" Kipp asks, despite feeling the beaming joy radiating from her being. He could die happy right now, just with this feeling of being with her.

"I love it Kipp! But this doesn't mean I don't miss my old house, or my old stuff." The fuzzy feeling Kipp feels fades to a dull aching, and in this moment, he really gets it. He understands that he just ripped a family apart, that he's going to have to try to mash the pieces together. The silence is awkward, each of them fighting for the right emotions.

"Rage? No, I love him."

"Sadness? No, I did it to protect them."

"Pain? Yes, but not at him. Towards this whole situation."

"Happiness? No, I love that she's safe, but I feel so guilty for what I've put her through."

"Acceptance. I love him, despite myself."

"Acceptance. I'll love her forever, even when it feels like hell for myself."

Meanwhile, Calloway can feel Isadora simmering. He hopes that she will take some time to cool down, especially if he stays quiet and reads a book.

 

Yeah, he was wrong. Very wrong. He was scared, especially when she used that quiet scary voice that only meant trouble.
"So..." Isa looks both furious and uncertain, like she was angry but didn't really want to be.
"I'm sorry for not telling you Isa. I'm not really sure why you're so mad, I mean, I didn't use dark magic or anything." Calloway instantly knew that was the wrong thing to say.

"You idiot, I'm not mad about that! I'm mad that you lied to me at all! Why didn't you tell me your true heritage? I wouldn't have cared if you were half alien or half mule!" Calloway blushed, his cheeks turning a rosy purple.
"I just didn't know if you would like me as much, I mean, I'm a mishmash of human, elf, water nymph, and alien.  I'm sorry I lied to you Izzy." Calloway looks down, ashamed.
"It's okay. But never call me Izzy again!" He gulps after watching Isa's eye narrow, and decides runs off before he can do any more damage.

Isa sighs and sits down. She should try to calm down, do something. Even though she knows that the assignments are probably different here, she thinks that working on her homework might help the emotions running through her. It can't hurt, can it?
A few minutes later, a sullen Tylar joins her. Isa looks over her papers as a tear runs down Tylar's face, falling on top of her childish scrawl. Isa suddenly realizes that she's being selfish, this little girl needs somebody to lean on. How hard must it be to be moved yet again? She was first born in the science lab, then moved to a chaotic household for less then a night, then she's transported with alien magic to this place. And everybody is so busy blaming each other that nobody really noticed her.
"So Tylar, do you like this house? I miss our old house, but this one is nice too." Tylar shrugs softly, and Isa doesn't know what to do.
"Do you like your room?" Tylar shrugs again, and Isa sighs softly. There a few achingly long moments of silence, and then Tylar speaks, a whisper of what it was before.
"I haven't seen it yet. Dunno if it'll really be my room or we'll move again." Isa just wants to cry, and she shoves her homework aside.

Isa yanks Tylar out of her seat, trying to think of something cheerful to get that lost puppy look out of those young blue eyes.
"Um, why did the banana go to the hospital?" Tylar shakes her head, but Isa continues. "Because it wasn't peeling well!" No laughs.

"Okay, so that obviously didn't work. What about...knock knock?" Silence.
"You're supposed to say who's there!" Isa exclaims, trying to infuse some cheer into the room.
"Who's there." Tylar mutters unhappily, but Isa pretends not to notice.
"Banana!"
"Banana who."
"Knock knock!"
"Oh boy..." Tylar grumbles softly. Isa is stubborn though, and won't give up.

"Why did the chicken cross the road?" Please laugh, please...
"I don't really c-"
"Because it wanted to reach the other side!" A roll of the eye
"That wasn't funny at all."
"Well, I don't really know any really good jokes! You don't know any, do you?" With the annoyed shake of the head, Isa sighs. She's about to give up, but she has a great idea.

 "What kid can't resist a silly face?" Isa thinks to herself as she contorts her face in weird, but silly gestures. Tylar stares like she's some weird alien, but she continues, making the funniest sounds she can think of.

Tylar shows her childish side as she not only starts to giggle uncontrollably, she causes Isa to laugh as well. She thinks her silly faces are much better then Isa's, but she won't tell her that.

After a few more jokes, she excuses herself. She's tired, and just wants to see her new room. She smiles softly as she sees the boat bed, she's always dreamed of exploring the world as a pirate. It's pretty plain besides that, but she doesn't mind. At least there's no green vines everywhere, or some other weird wallpaper. She likes simplicity.
"Maybe it won't be so bad here after all?" Tylar thinks as she falls asleep with a true smile on her face.

Tyson isn't sure whether he's happy that he got a job in the Law Enforcement again or upset that he has to start all over again. After all, experience from an alternative world just doesn't cut it. And now that he's getting older, he fears that he'll be stuck in a rut of desk work and boredom. He tries to smile, but it just seems sad. The alien magic around Tyson is still rampant, taking its time to die down. Tyson thinks that somehow he took it from Tylar, since she was in so much pain from the transition. His clone, his baby girl. A part of him knew Roxie wasn't there already, and just took the pain instead. He isn't sure if it was some sort of weird self-inflicted punishment or he just didn't want his girl to suffer.
Though he hardly knows his youngest daughter yet, he feels such a connection to her. She's his blood, and she needs him. She never knew Roxanne, never got to meet her before this transformation struck. He just hopes that she's alright. The other girls he has faith in, especially since they both have soulmates to look after them. But he's nervous for his youngest, she has deal so many changes in such a little amount of time. He promises himself that he'll watch over her, no matter what.