darker_london | Changes (Serenity, Razvan) (Reply)

Razvan had come home and headed straight for his room which usually meant he was annoyed and didn't want to talk to anyone. The exception to the rule always seemed to be Serenity. For some reason, Razvan, who never let himself be vulnerable with anyone else, let himself be vulnerable with her. And Serenity certainly wasn't going to knock that. She liked him too much.

Leaving her piano behind, Serenity jogged up the stairs to his door and she knocked. She was answered by silence, but she knew that meant she was allowed to enter. If she wasn't, he would have called out to her to leave him alone.

Stepping inside the room, Serenity spotted Razvan perched on his desk with his arms and ankles crossed. He looked as if the entire world make him incredibly uncomfortable. "Razvan? Rough day?"

"No," he said, sounding annoyed.

"Do you want some whiskey?" she asked with a small grin.

"Later." Razvan leaned up off the desk, paced the room two and a half times, and then he turned to Serenity. "I went to see Chief and he said some things and I didn't like them."

"What kind of things?" Serenity asked, since she knew Peter Kemp well enough to know they wouldn't have been offensive things. Most likely anyway.

"He suggested that I wanted to help other demons to make up for the horrible things I used to do," Razvan heaved a sigh and he looked over at her, his hands in his pockets. "And he's right, not that I told him that."

Serenity knew what it was like to feel guilty about the past, but all she had done was sleep with older men who were married. She hadn't tortured and killed people because her crazy cousin told her to. "I'm sorry, Razvan."

"Well it's my own fucking fault!" Razvan pointed out. "I wish Chief didn't have to be so bloody astute about everything. And now all I can think about his how guilty I feel."

With absolutely no way of knowing how to reply to that, Serenity decided not to. Instead she stepped across the room and took her hands into his, turning her gaze upwards. Razvan let her take his hands, as he always did when it was her.

"What?" he asked, confused by the gesture.

"I'm a puny mortal," Serenity explained. "You could kill me with your demonic pinky, okay? If you wanted to, you could reduce me to nothing but dust and scatter me on the wind as if I never was."

"Leave it to you to make violent death sound like a poem."

"The point is that you could and I know that, and I am still holding your hands. Razvan, you saved my life once. You make me smile every day. I don't give a single shit that you have wings and your eyes go black and that you made mistakes in your past that...yes, were not good, I'll admit. But that's not who you are now. Okay? Peter wouldn't let you anywhere near Evan if he thought you were that person still."

Razvan looked as if he could see Serenity's point. "It still bothers me that Evan is locked up when he doesn't need to be. He chooses to me."

"He's not locked in any more, Razvan. He's locking everyone else out." Serenity knew Evan's story well. Razvan didn't exactly adhere to the hospital privacy policy and Serenity was the one person he told everything to. "And that's his right."

"I don't have to like it."

"No," Serenity acknowledged. "You have to respect it. And in the meantime, you can continue to try and show him that there are others out there who will show as much compassion to him as you do." Serenity patted his cheek and he smiled. "Are you shared out now? Is it whiskey time?"

"I think it's whiskey time," Razvan breathed.