Fight for your mind

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He would be right up to Jolene, which made Hannah press her lips slightly together. It didn’t take much to put two and two together and figure out that they had been married. She knew that a couple of fiances, wives and husbands had been killed in the clan, but she didn’t know how many or any of the details. She just knew that it was ‘part’ of being a hunter, and if you were able to keep your relationship for a long time, it showed a strong and reliable couple. She wondered how long the two of them had been together.
Jolene had plenty of rituals to take care of her skin and what not, but that was because of her cover job as a model. She had to have flawless skin and hair, which could be a problem when you worked as a hunter.

Hannah pulled on a slight smile as he mentioned that she could stay over and it would be safer. That they had plenty of room. It comforted her, because she did have respect for the city. Or maybe it was just the fear of getting into a trap like she had been just before Quentin arrived. But she wanted to dismiss the offer, but when he added that they could start the search after the breakfast in the morning, she couldn’t. She pulled a brighter smile. “That sounds lovely,” she said speaking softly. “Can you show me a room then?” she wondered unfolding her hands and placing them on each side of the couch from where she was sitting.

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He could somewhat sense that she was conflicted with staying over or not, he understood. Honestly, if someone had asked him, he would have reacted the same way. But unlike him, she agreed to stay, saying it sounded like a lovely idea. Quentin worried about what would or could happen, if she wandered around the streets alone. He honestly thought she was out of her mind for doing so, especially if she struggled with the powers she didn't believe she had. It made her an easy target, to anyone with motives to attack. He didn't like that thought, far from. "Yes," he nodded and got up from where he was seated on the coffee table. He rushed his hand though his hair in a swift movement, before making way towards the stairs.

Quentin started walking up the steps towards the left wing of the manor, the guest area as his father would've called it. The family stayed at the right and guests to the left. It was the same way around back in New York. He turned to his left, the sensors turning on the lights as they reached the hallway. Quentin turned to the second door on his right, and opened it. The staff kept the rooms somewhat ready, at least a few of them - just in case. You never knew, and if anything the family didn't like not being prepared. Quentin hated surprises most of all. He liked having a plan and following it, at least most of the time. When it came to killing off monsters - see that was another story. "This is much better than a hotel room, If I say so myself," he chuckled a bit and took a step further in the room. It did look like something taken straight out of one of these exclusive magazines.

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Hannah stood up right after Quen and followed right behind him. She could hear Jolene’s steps in the opposite direction of where they were heading, making her look over her shoulder once. He then opened a door to one of the rooms, making her look inside and follow right after him inside the room. He could’ve just left her by the room and gone back to his wife, but he stayed. Her eyes danced over the room pulling on a slight smile. “It does look way better,” she chuckled and wrapped her arms around herself. It could almost be a penthouse apartment by itself in her eyes. She was used to everything being fine and very detailed, so it wasn’t anything new to her – except such expensive rooms always seemed to impress one way or another. “I-uh… Thanks once again,” she said softly before she turned her front towards him. She could feel how her tummy started to feel somewhat flustered. How was that even possible? “I’ll be good,” she nodded, “You should probably head back,” she spoke softly, believing Jolene was somewhat impatient with Quentin. Hannah’s arms was still wrapped around herself. Even though she said she would be good, something told her that it would be a quite sleepless night if she guessed right about what Jolene and Quentin might be doing soon enough. She wasn’t sure about it, but a husband and wife did such thing, right? Besides from that, she felt somewhat insecure about the place, or maybe it was just the though of him leaving her all alone in the room.
If he actually followed her words and was about to leave, she would say his nickname to stop him from leaving just yet.

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She thanked him again, which made him lift left shoulder a bit, it was really no big deal. "It's alright, you can pay me back by making waffles in the morning," he lifted his right hand pointing a bit more teasingly at her. But as far as he recalled she did make excellent waffles, then again it was a long time since they last had spoken - maybe he had just imagined it. Quentin frowned a bit as he mentioned she would be alright, and he nodded a bit. He hated the thought of just leaving now that they had just started talking, they hadn't even gotten a chance to catch up or anything - not really, only on the more tragic stuff, killings and kidnappings. There had to be something somewhat good to mention as well, somewhere at least. But she was also right, he should head back, not that he wanted to. Yes, he had few obligations as a husband, his father had mentioned it way to many times. Now his father had died, did his rules still count the same? The hunter had thought about that a few times. He knew somewhere deep down that he needed to turn around and get out of the room, it was a room of feelings and parts of himself that reminded him so profoundly of who had been. Quentin had always been intense, but once before he had been more warm than cold. He had however, learned from his mistakes in the past, and it was dangerous waters trading not to meet with them again.

"Goodnight then." It took him a few seconds, before he finally convinced himself with a small nod that, he turned around and took a step towards the door, but stopped by the sound of her saying his nickname one again. Quentin closed his eyes for a short moment, and took a deeper breath in. Then he slowly turned around and looked at her, he didn't know what to say, so he just looked at her waiting for her to say something. There had been a time where he had felt like he did in this moment, this moment something hit him with nostalgia from back when he first had seen her. The same butterflies that seemed to stir up, making his body aware that he was heading into something dangerous if he kept going.

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She smiled softly at him as he mentioned she could be making waffles for them in the morning. She noticed how he pointed at her teasingly, but she took it somewhat seriously. She loved waffles, but most often she just got them store-bought. It wasn’t that often that she actually made them herself, but she had done it a lot when she was younger, so perhaps she still had the skill. “I’d love to,” she accepted softly, even though she had no idea where anything was in the kitchen, but she could probably get some help from the workers who made sure the manor was ready for guests. If not, she could go on an adventure in the kitchen to find the things she needed.

“Goodnight,” she almost whispered back as he said goodnight to her. She pulled on a difficult smile. She had lowered her gaze for a moment before she looked back up at him, as he was about to leave, calling his nickname. It felt like eternity, where he just stood with his back towards her. She could hear his deeper breath, as if he was calming himself down or getting himself under some kind of control. He turned around. Nothing came out of his mouth, and she felt somewhat stupid for calling his nickname. She didn’t even know what she wanted to say, she just knew she didn’t want him to leave yet. “I…” she stepped towards him, taking a deep breath in. “I just wanted to-” she said while she got close enough. She wanted to thank him again as if she couldn’t thank him enough. But her lips didn’t agree to that. Instead, her hands found their way to each side of his neck and jaw, tiptoed the few centimeters up until she could place her lips onto his. Gently and somewhat innocently. “Say thank you,” she whispered when she broke the kiss.

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The slow steps towards him. He knew he should stop her in walking too close, especially right now. Quentin's observant eye studied her face every single step the way closer to him. He didn't stop her, and it was like his heart started to beat heavier in his chest for a small second. The blue eyes locked on her as she got close, he parted his lips slightly almost as he tried to get words though, but all that escaped was air. He should stop her, but the touch of her hands that found their way to each side of neck and jaw, stopping his train of thoughts and doubts for a second. Quentin's otherwise always prepared mind completely astounded as he felt her lips gently placed on his, he closed his eyes for the kiss, a kiss that only lasted a short moment, not even long enough for him to process the affection till their lips had parted again. Quentin opened his eyes again slowly, taking a slightly sharper breath in. He felt slightly agitated, not knowing what or how to deal with this sudden wave of emotions. Quentin didn't love Jolene, they weren't in love and their marriage wasn't on that emotional leve, but they still were married. He couldn't give into temptations, no matter how right it felt. He gently lifted his hands up on top of hers, pulling them slightly and gently away from his shoulders. It distressed him to reject her like this, and his eyes that tried maintaining eye contact clearly showed how upset he was. Because there was a part of him, that wanted to just pull her closer and let his lips meet with hers again. Quentin usually didn't have trouble with words, but right now it was like he couldn't even speak. He hadn't even let go of her hands just yet, having his thumbs caress the back of her hands while his eyes still looked into hers.

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He didn’t do much to stop her, even though it wasn’t really what she had planned. Her heart had for a moment taken over, ruling her body. It was weird. She could hear his pulse and breathing, and it only kept her arousal up. Their lips parted and she thanked him for what he had done, but instead of saying or doing anything in return, he just took her hands down. Despite what his body actually told her from being close to her and her kissing him, his mind was still ruling his body. He knew what she had done hadn’t been right. But even though, he caressed the back of her hands. He couldn’t do this.
Hannah’s eyes dropped to the floor, somewhat embarrassed, and distressed that she had acted this way. She looked up at him again, catching his eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have,” she whispered, licking her lips and pressing them together for a short moment. “I acted out on adrenaline,” she lied, “You’re probably used to damsels in distress doing that,” she tried to comfort herself, so it didn’t feel as much as a rejection. All of this had been so stupid. He was a married man, and the way Jolene had caressed him and all of that had even showed her that there was a connection between the two. They had seemed interested in each other. She should’ve known better than to kiss a married man.

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Of course she apologized, anyone would have apologized in a situation like this. It wasn't even because he couldn't understand there held back passion came from, because he knew, it wasn't like she was the only one having that spark of desire. It reminded him of something from his past, a thing he had locked away and Jules had sworn on her life not to tell. At least back then, but he was still as serious about that as anything. "Don't apologize, it's - it's alright," he assured in a lower voice still keeping his eyes on her. The last remark had him frown for a second, damsels in destress. "No, not really actually. I hardly notice others, so there is that," he hummed a bit before clearing his throat. Once again he felt the pull, he needed to get out of this room. Quentin took himself in taking a step back. He needed to keep his cards close to his body and not wear his heart in his sleeve around her. It would only end up hurting both of them, and he didn't have any intentions regarding that. "I will see you tomorrow," he managed to speak, sounding a bit more hoarse and like the words didn't really want to escape between his lips, but they made it out. He rolled his shoulders back, lifting his left hand up to scratch the back of his head and neck a bit. Then he took a step back towards the door again. This was it. He had to get out. "Goodnight," he managed to reach out for the handle and after four tries he grabbed his hand around it and pulled it down so the door opened. Then he escaped through the door and closed it behind him. Breathing out in the hallway he took an even deeper breath in and closed his eyes. Then it didn't take him long before he made his way to the bedroom to make himself ready to go to sleep.

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It’s alright. It confused her a little witch made her frown slightly, feeling misplaced. It wasn’t alright that she had kissed him. He was a married man, and she had even seen his wife just a few moments ago. Hannah was only lucky that his wife hadn’t been nearby. They only way it could be okay was by her bad excuse with ‘adrenaline’ or that he may have wanted it – but she didn’t really believe the latter, though his way of expressing himself made her doubt what she believed. It almost seemed like he was feeling nervous.
He wasn’t used to damsels in distress acting like she had done, which only made it weirder that she had done it. She shouldn’t have done it. Being with him right now only made everything feel so much weirder when he said something but everything about him showed her something else. The sweet smell of sweat, his heartbeat, the way his eyes looked at her so calmly, but somewhat nervously. Was she scaring him?

He took a step back, and it felt like he pulled her way too hopeful heart with her. Stupid. She swallowed a little lump in her throat. “Tomorrow,” she repeated with a soft nod, pressing her lips together, forming a thin line. She didn’t wish for him to leave. She wished for him to spending a little while to catch up, but now that she had done something this stupid, she also wished for the day to end, sooner rather than later. Either she was going to fall asleep immediately from exhaustion, or she was going to stay awake, listening to Quentin and Jolene’s conversation and thinking about her stupid actions – not really getting any sleep. Once again, he took a step back. He didn’t dare to lose sight of her. Had she really scared him so much that he didn’t want to look away from her, unsure of what she could do if she got the opportunity. “Goodnight,” she whispered. The word was difficult to say. He didn’t even want to take his eyes of her, just to find the doorhandle so he could get out. Slightly awkward now that they both had said goodnight. He closed the door, and she closed her eyes while she breathed out. It had been so exhausting. As soon as she heard his footsteps walk away, towards the room where Jolene was getting herself under the covers, she took another breath before she went to bed.

_____________ The Next Morning_____________

As usual Hannah didn’t get much sleep and therefore was early in the kitchen and started to make the batter for her waffles. She took herself very good time, so she wouldn’t get overwhelmed by the smell of the ingredients. As soon as she stood with the handmixer, she started to rethink how smart this was. The handmixer would definitely throw her off – but she didn’t want Quentin to neither make the waffles nor use his powers too much on her. She put the handmixer down, and started to look quite silently after a manual mixer, but it didn’t take long before she heard footsteps approach and the smell of Quentin caught her nose. “Goodmorning,” she mumbled softly, not taking her eyes of the drawers she didn’t know the contents off.

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He had just stepped out of the shower after waking up, putting his boxers and sweats on and ran down the stairs to the most important meal of the day: coffee. The sweet sound of Hannah's voice made him smile without even realizing it as he turned around the corner to the kitchen. "Goodmorning," he replied and quickly put on the coffee, and turned his attention to Jolene almost heading towards the door, he quickly used his ability to trigger her sight a little to get her attention. Then he was fast to get a grab of her thermos and fill it up, "just a quick second," he said softly to Hannah, before running towards the front door and hand Jolene her coffee. "See you later," he gave her temple a brief kiss before he watched her leave. Then he returned to the kitchen where Hannah was.

Quentin's face lighted up by sight of her standing there, and walked over to place his palms on the counter, leaning a bit over the counter with his straightened. He watched her there for a short moment, before the smell of his coffee got his attention and he removed himself from the counter to walk over to the cup. "How did you sleep?" He asked and grabbed the cup, lifting it to his lips before blowing a bit over the cup in hopes that it would cool down faster. His eyes locked on hers as he leaned his back against the counter.

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He replied and turned on the coffee, making her squint her eyes shortly at the coffee machine. It was alright. It was alright. She could hear how Jolene, who was on her way out, changed her walking pace just a bit, and slowed down, not that Hannah knew what was happening, but she had an idea. She noticed how he filled a thermo cup and told her that he would be back in just a second. It didn’t really matter to Hannah, because if he left for too long, she would just have the waffles to herself. Jolene then received her coffee and a kiss on the temple, smiling a bit. It was quite rare to see an actual smile on her face, in Hannah’s opinion. Almost as if Hannah was a fly on the wall, she knew everything that was going on, since her hearing determined it.

Hannah glanced over at Quentin as he got back to the kitchen and placed his hands on the counter, looking at her look for the manual whisk. And finally she found it, as he went to get a cup of coffee. She went to the batter and started mixing as he asked how she had slept. She shrugged on her shoulders. “Same as usual. The bed was quite nice though,” she both complained and complimented looking over her shoulder to watch Quentin drinking from his cup. “What about you?” she wondered letting her eyes wander back to the dough as she whisked it. “Where’s your waffle iron?” she questioned, since she probably should heat it up soon.

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To be honest, Quentin had no idea where anything in the kitchen were. Mostly because he had only spend like a week here or so, and he never cooked - he had people to make his food, so why would he even care for where everything were - he knew where his coffee machine were and the mugs - that was all he needed, at least he told himself that. It was normal asking people how they slept, wasn't it? Small talk, that was usually what him and Jolene did, before they quickly moved on to the next thing on their planner. Small talk, such a fun set of words. "It was fine, thanks," he replied back when she asked him. Again, the small talk, there was really nothing you could do with the answer, yet you asked either way.

The waffle iron. Quentin took a larger sip of his coffee before placing it on the counter again. "Honestly.. I have no idea," he confessed and licked the small drops of coffee of his lips as he started opening up draws to see if he could find it. He knew there was one, he just didn't know where. "I don't come in the kitchen that often, and to be frank with you - I just got here last week," he added taking a sharper breath in as he kept on searching.

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Hannah chuckled a little as he mentioned that he had no idea where the waffle iron was. She couldn’t help but look at his lips as he licked the droplets of coffee off his lips, but from the rejection the night before, she caught herself doing it and then looked away trying to see if she could clue out herself where the waffle iron was. She nodded a little as he explained that he didn’t go to the kitchen that often, and that he just got there last week. “It’s alright, we’ll find it sooner or later,” she said softly.

Finally, she opened a cabinet, which had been filled to the brim quite lazily. Multiple of metal forms and electronics fell out the cabinet creating a mess of a noise. As if Hannah was used to the noise, she lifted her hands up to her ears to cover them, even though she was already quite too late. Her head was ringing and everything was spinning. This wasn’t good. With one hand she let go of her ear and tried to grab onto the nearest countertop, only to get a supported fall, resulting her in hitting her buttom and some of her arm. She hissed a little and caressed her arm, only to spot the waffle iron. “Found it,” she mumbled, still feeling somewhat dizzy from the noise and loss of balance.

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