She Makes An Absolute Banging Pecan Pie And Is Willing To Share The Recipe If You Just Spend An Afternoon

#found family

She's a little embarrassed, standing there in her little pink dress in front of the other Poppies outside of decon. They know who she's waiting for and send her secret smiles and whispers of encouragement, but her heart pounds anyway. Amazing that someone who can comb the multiverse saving so many people would have such a hard time meeting their own boyfriend for a date at the Haven. Proxima fusses with her skirt to give her hands something to do while she waits for him to arrive.

He steps out the shadows in the decon room and into the light for the decon process. It takes a second try to get his passcode right and he's pretty sure he can hear the Poppy giggling. *So much for flying under the radar tonight.* He slips his sunglasses on as the door opens and his eyes adjust to the Haven's light. He sees her standing there in a cute little pink dress and something happens that hasn't happened since his powers awakened years ago.

He trips. On his own feet. Or the ground. Who knows. Muscle memory kicks in and his powers catch him before he hits the ground, levitating him just above the pavement. He rights himself and walks to his girlfriend, smiling awkwardly.

What is a damphir?

Half vampire, half human. My biological father is a vampire. My mom isn't. I get all the fun powers, but none of the inherent weaknesses. And way more beings trying to kill me because I'm neither human nor vampire.

“Well, what do you call it when someone tries to kill you?”

“Tuesday.”

The dhampir smiles at the thought of this Meg, the Commander, having similar thoughts concerning Summer's design aesthetics. He succeeded in adding color and chaos to the place. With every word Proxima says he likes this fallen man more and more. He steps forward, his darling's hand in his own, to immerse himself in the Haven's life while Proxima leads him onward on this tour date of her places.

She's a little embarrassed, standing there in her little pink dress in front of the other Poppies outside of decon. They know who she's waiting for and send her secret smiles and whispers of encouragement, but her heart pounds anyway. Amazing that someone who can comb the multiverse saving so many people would have such a hard time meeting their own boyfriend for a date at the Haven. Proxima fusses with her skirt to give her hands something to do while she waits for him to arrive.

He steps out the shadows in the decon room and into the light for the decon process. It takes a second try to get his passcode right and he's pretty sure he can hear the Poppy giggling. *So much for flying under the radar tonight.* He slips his sunglasses on as the door opens and his eyes adjust to the Haven's light. He sees her standing there in a cute little pink dress and something happens that hasn't happened since his powers awakened years ago.

He trips. On his own feet. Or the ground. Who knows. Muscle memory kicks in and his powers catch him before he hits the ground, levitating him just above the pavement. He rights himself and walks to his girlfriend, smiling awkwardly.

Good old Waffle House. Perfect for when strangers pop up in the middle of the night with work. @estivalphoenix and @redhaired-renegade were real sports.

“Her first mission as a Poppy and @redhaired-renegade ends up being debriefed on the mission in a Waffle House with a dhampir. Never a dull moment, I suppose.”

She pulls out a moist sanitizer towelette from her jacket and wipes at a little spot on the chipped wooden table, nose wrinkled in disgust. 

"I dunno, she may have a point."

Proxima frowns, wringing her hands. She's trying very hard to understand all the different customs and cultures that are presented to her, but every time she interacts with someone, they act like she's the most awkward person on the planet, or that she's disturbed them in some way. Maybe she should ask @hunterprziel about it.