Closest Thing to a Dad [Alex, Inanna]

It was a fun time but Nanna couldn't say that it made her feel any closer to the answers for her questions about how she should feel with so much new information about her mother which she just did not know until now. So many different things about the woman which she would not have assumed to be the case, was she just immature despite the fact she insisted that she was a definitely grown-up and could handle herself.

She thought to ask Vegas about it, she was like her bff after all but Nanna sure did realise the moment that she asked Alex if she had a moment that this was felt like something that needed a more insightful person. Vegas' Mum came to mind but she was also pretty old wasn't she? Nanna wanted the perspective of someone who might empathise with her more. A person that was travelled but not so old that she might as well have just asked her mum when she had the chance.

Crawling out of her bed and leaving the bedroom that she shared with her bff and partner in vigilante magical schenanigans Nanna walked towards the lounge. Not even in the mood to try and sneak on whatever game that Nelliel might be playing until she found another one she liked though she seemed to be reading more again.

Instead she just flopped onto the couch and turned her head from the cushions to look at the TV which wasn't even on. Too much to try and think about to care about whatever could be on the TV at the moment. A peculiar sight for her.

She didn't immediately register that Alex came in until she heard him getting about and plopped down next to her with chips. If she wasn't so distracted by her troubles then she might've tried to grab a handful from him without bothering to ask. Nanna just let out a whining sound to his question. Maybe he was the best person to ask, she didn't immediately think of him but it did seem like he fit the bill. The best suited in this house anyways.

"Um, Vegas' Dad. How old are you?"

Inanna asked. She ought to check with him and make sure that he wasn't a couple thousand or so years old first. Just to be sure.

"Oh, that's good."

Now how exactly did she poise this question to him? Inanna found it a really hard thing to try and convey it in a way that she was happy with. While she thought she got up from laying on the couch and crawled over to grab some of the chips from him and put them in her mouth.

"Ok, so... you're kinda young like me. I guess Vegas' Mum is kind of old. Is that jarring? Although, no..."

She bit her lip, that wasn't it at all. He probably knew that she long-lived when he got with her. This was a lot different.

"I feel confused and don't know how to feel, I've always told my mother everything about me - even the things I think would make more sense as secrets, you know? Like she knows everything about me and I don't know, I thought I knew everything about her too but after I saw her and she told me a story and it's conflicting, right? Like, I just have so many questions which I don't know the answer to and how it should make me feel. It feels like I barely knew her my whole life until now and I don't know how much I could still not know."

Nanna felt awkward to spill her guts like this too him but the amount of thought she had put into it was evident since it was lacking her normal immature behaviour. Her two weeks of Ninsianna's attention were the most fun she's had in a while with her mum but it didn't answer any of the questions raised.

"You get what I mean Vegas' Dad?"

"Well, I suppose so but if she doesn't tell me then how can I help her if she needs it? It's not good to keep things bottled too. She already spends all her time working, it's not fair if she's carrying around all that weight on top of it."

That kind of responsibility sounded hard to carry and Nanna hated burdens and responsibilities, it sure was no small amount of a selfish desire to know as well. The same way that she took more satisfaction than she made no effort to pretend that the hand on her head didn't feel nice. She liked when people played with her ears and hair, it was comforting, but she also didn't want admit to anyone that she got something else that the other candidates who did the action could not replicate. That confident, reassuring and mature masculine attitude which she didn't get any of in her youth.

"Do you think she doesn't trust me to know or is she afraid that I might not like her if she did?"

Nanna asked, understanding that she was asking him difficult questions that he didn't know the answer to but it felt better to just feel like he was listening and understanding.

"I guess but it's still frustrating. I want to know her but how am I meant to get to know her if she doesn't let me know, and I want to know things. I'm so young but she's so old and she waited until now to have me, is that weird? She never told me she's been engaged until now to someone that's not even my dad and I don't know, it's just hard."

She shyly adjusted her position to rest her head on his lap, looking at the TV with no intention to dedicate any attention to watching it. He was nice and warm, he smelled different too compared to what she was accustomed to. While she did hope it would encourage him to keep up his work, she was too embarrassed to ask him to continue if he stopped.

"Am I bad for wanting to see her like that if that's what it is? Even when I feel bad I always say things that upset me, it makes me feel better like when I went to Mum this time. I just had a nightmare that she died and I was really sad so I wanted to tell her I was sorry but now if she died I feel like I might not even know the person she was."

Her head turned to hide her face since the very thought of that possibility made her eyes start to water up. It was embarrassing to cry so easily over it, grown-ups didn't cry!