Max

"No."

But you should. Imagine what could happen.

"That's why I'm saying no." Max replies to her friend in agitation.

Why are you so scared?

"Why can't you see the possible destruction that could come if I do that?"

I don't believe there will be anything wrong.

"What if I don't want to."

Then you're being selfish to the person waiting for their own timer to start counting down the minutes they'll meet their soul mate.

Max glared at the small box on a shelf just above eye level. She remains curled in her chair as she continues her argument with her resource.

"You know I have standards. I'm born with instincts that humans won't understand."

You don't know what they won't understand. Maybe they'll learn.

"They still wouldn't understand. There would be messages they wouldn't understand. Things I'd have to explain. Vaughn, I'm not human. I'm not supposed to interact with them. I look like one, I sound like one. But I dot think like one, when I'm not... Forced to hide in this body I look nothing like the race." Max says in dislike of her secondary form.

This body is the only reason you're alive.

"Alive? The humans couldn't kill me if I could die." The dragon snaps. "There is no black arrow in this reality. Only the claws of another of my breed can get through my scales."  Max growls. She stands now. Too irritated to sit still. Her apartment is nothing but an unpersonalized studio apartment. Only filled with a bed, the chair she had previously been sitting in, a table with room for only three, and just general kitchen appliances. Her only personal objects being a few interesting rocks that had caught her eye, a small stuffed animal she Haden't found heralded rather attached too after originally getting it to give to Peter, and finally a pile of sketch books and a few different pencils in the table.

Nightfall please... What are you so afraid of?

Max stills momentarily at the use of her real name before returning to her task of pacing like a caged animal. Because ironically in a way she is.

"Only my mother calls me that...."

I used to. I only stopped because-

"Because I forgot. Because I'll only continue to forget. It's a miracle I remembered now."

No. Because I used to be afraid.

"I wish you'd tell me why."

I don't believe you do.

Max doesn't respond as she glances back at the smooth box holding the feared object. She wishes she could explain why she's afraid. But like she said, she doesn't think like a human. Her thoughts form as waves of color, emotion and understanding only her own mind can interpret. She only uses words to think when needing to speak.

She walks forward, her mind filled with misty whites and light greys. The color of cold, wet clouds up in the sky. It's fear with small flashes of dread as she grabs the box off the shelf.

"He broke his bond with death."

You want to recreate the bond. You have your chance now.

Max grabs the small box, pulling it down off the shelf before walking over to the chair. Sitting on the floor in front of it with the box in her hands.

"But permanent death could be so inconvenient..."

So is forgetting everything when you die Before coming back.

"I remembered the times he killed me many times in one night." A visual memory of the incident, Peter's frustration when she kept reawakening.  Her own emotions of confusion and fear that had turned to annoyance and anger after the second quick death delivered from the unstable arachnid.

You say a human can't harm you.

"He's not completely human. His a hybrid... Besides, I wouldn't hurt him even if he did it again."

Why? Nothing stops you from stabbing his mate in the back.... The voice is quite for a long time. You adopted him. Didn't you.

"I didn't try. I didn't even know I had until only just a short while ago."

That's why you challenge and test his mate. To continuously confirm he is worthy.

"Well I know he is. I'm not blind." Max says, her attention being drawn away from her conversation as she opens the box to look at the small black device and it's strange symbols on its face.

She doesn't touch it. Not wanting to somehow set something off. But she will. Someday.

Just....not now

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[Good lord. Enough dialogue for one chapter?] Yellow comments noting the last seven hundred words. His voice ignored as White speaks.

(Ew. Get these nasty things out of the cart.) White says having noticed the jar of baby pickles Peter had picked up and placed in the cart.

"No those are Petey's." Wade says looking down at the contents of their shopping cart. The mercenary is currently waiting for Peter to come back and weigh the other end of the cart down so he can continue to ride the front of the cart.

(Where is he anyway?)

[Looking at laundry soap.]

(Where?)

"He's right there dim rod." Wade says looking over his shoulder at Peter he glances at him with a Raised eyebrow before grabbing a red bottle. He walks back to the cart placing the item in before taking the role of cart pusher.

(We take turns you know. Pushing and riding. Every other time we come. Or go to a store and need a cart anyway.)

[Its not that big of a detail. No need to be so informative]

(Sure it is. It's showing how truly childish adults we are.)

[....]

So I made that thingy up top myself. Inspired by something I say. A water color so I sort of made a water colorish one too. Yay a for technology because I don't own water colors

Two updates in one day! Hip hip hooray