Low Expectations(Open)

He heard the woman approaching him, and glanced behind himself as she approached. She called him professor, which meant she probably recognized his face at the very least from the halls of the academy. As a fellow night dweller they may have seen each other at least a few times. But they’d never talked. “I’m an inventory manager, not a professor.” He corrected with a mild tone, showing he was not really offended by the mistake, but wanting to clarify.

“And I don’t exactly sleep at night.” Ozaki gestured to his pale skin and the fangs pointing out from underneath his lips.

Nevira continued to gaze at the vampire as he corrected her before tilting her head slightly and nodding. "Ah, yes. Of course." she said.  "My mistake." Nevira spoke again, slowly meandering her way around the table to face the vampire. She glanced with a curious expression after seeing the pale skin and pointed fangs he made reference too before. Interesting. He must've been a vampire then. While it was true that she had seen him around, Nevira didn't actually know who he was exactly. She could've just as easily mistaken him for a student, but the aura she felt around him told her that he must've been far more experienced than that. 

Before Nevira could say anything more, however, a new arrival appeared on the scene. She looked up with glowing eyes to see a winged creature descend upon their little conversation. Raising an eyebrow curiously, Nevira retained her normal smile. "Shouldn't young students like yourself been asleep?" Nevira questioned truthfully.

Her heart pulsed slightly unadjusted to seeing someone be so happy about her merely being around easily making his sunny disposition contagious within seconds. It was good hearing someone actually call her their daughter as even from Askel who had parented her for years such statement had been greedily conversed to meager necessity instead of some emotional show of fondness. Quickly the young girl leaped down eagerly into his arms careful to hold her wings back so they wouldn't touch him as even without fighting she had noted that ever since he changed her diet they had slowly begun to grow sharper, more firm and dangerous to others. 

Laughter filled the air for a few seconds as she adjusted her body slightly to ensure her claws rested on his clothing instead of flesh they'd easily make ribbons of considering how most aspects of her anatomy able to cause harm to another were designed like weapons. "Besides, I can't always rest the best." which was not shocking anymore when one brought into account the revelations that she had been forced to make about the fact she'd been dumped twice by 'family' even having a new one better than all the rest couldn't erase that. However, it was not that 'trauma' causing her night terrors instead she was plagued by memories she denied belonged to her always caught up thinking about a man who could not possibly exist. "So even if I stayed home at bed, I wouldn't get any sleep tonight I already tried." it had resulted in her waking up barely able to hold in the scream of his name as her small hand stretched out as if to grip the back of his jacket, as if she didn't want the nightmare to end. That was what scared her most, no matter how bloody those terrors became she was always more distressed by the idea he would vanish again when she woke. 

Ozaki took Nevira’s momentary look of surprise as more to the fact that the two of them were completely different species. A vampire did not a blood devil make. But adoption was a thing… That he hadn’t officially done yet. He wasn’t sure if Dawn would be okay with him asking to get that paperwork done. They didn’t exactly get along after all, and considering she’d already adopted Nyx, he’d have to ask her permission. “Its fine. My name's Ozaki by the way. And if you want a good understanding of how many nocturnal beings there are, the city census online might be something good to check out.” He replied to Nevira, not expecting her to assume their relation and figuring he'd get introductions out of the way. And also recommend an easy way for her not to have to scurry about collecting a bunch of data that already existed. 

And that would be all sorts of awkward. His brow furrowed when she said that she had been unable to sleep. She often woke up from her post-feeding naps in a snap, due to some sort of nightmare that she’d never go into detail on. “Nightmares again? You can talk to me about them if you want to you know… It might help.”

Already he was fabricating plans for what to do for the night with Nyx. He would try and get her back to Dawn’s before dawn, but if they didn’t go out and do something she wouldn’t be able to reset her mind and get some sleep. He was thinking something like karoke.

As the night went on, it seemed clear that these two had close history. Nevira wasn't entirely sure what kind of circumstances they had found themselves in, but the winged girl began speaking of nightmares, and Ozaki confirmed it. Interesting. Nyx claimed that these dreams were only dreams, and that there was nothing special about them at all. She wasn't entirely sure if the girl was telling the truth, only based on how specific she was being about them. 

Ozaki offered his help to her, but the girl shrugged off his services. And it seemed as if they were both blood drinkers. The population of predatory students had seen a notable increase over the past few months Nevira had noticed. She wondered how hard Yuuki's job must've been if he tried to make sure they all got their needs met. She shuddered to think of how many people would be found with their blood drained if not. 

"If these nightmares are a bother, perhaps I could get rid of them entirely for you." Nevira said with her normal smile, raising a hand as a bright blue orb of light shone from her palm. "I can bestow both blessings and curses on others. Surely some bad dreams could be fixed with a simple blessing?"

The nightmares were beyond bothersome considering that even when she finally woke from them the scenes didn't entirely leave her, sitting in the back of her mind as if they were memories that belonged to her. Based on everything Askel had taught her she should want to get rid of these images anyway possible, but something inside of her felt as if that was wrong to do. Even if she had ventured too far into denial rendering herself unable to truly recognize her own memories at the moment? Any feeling she'd had before those memories were taken still remained perfectly intact just suppressed until provoked in some way. Apparently, trying to take away these things was one method of provoking the feelings she'd been taught to ignore. 

"No. You're no god I don't need blessings, not from-" she looked completely stunned for a second before the confusion settled unto her face clearly tearing through her mental state. Feelings pushed at her to speak of him but she couldn't remember anything expect those ice blue eyes and bone white hair, his face. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what that was nor what I was going to say completely." Blue optics blinked as she lifted one hand to her head a clear pained expression passing her features momentarily as her brain screamed his name. Suddenly, she could almost remember saying the word 'god' much more often than she did these days but not why or when she had said it. What was going on? How was someone getting these ridiculous notions into her head. People who tried to change the mental state of others were cowards. Why?! As confusion faded she returned to normal convincing herself easily that it had nothing to do with anything real. 

Looking up at Yuuki she blinked in disbelief upon hearing him admit she may need to fight something. No idiot the girl knew her body desperately wanted to battle in spite of the fact she didn't consider this a requirement for her life. Did he see her the same as those devil's from the island? Was Yuuki unhappy with her as a pacifist! "But Pacifist's don't fight." her voice was a little pitchy as she looked down lifting both hands together in order to bring them directly in front of her stomach nervously, wings fluttering slightly with the anxiety. "Do you.. do you want me to be like them?" her gaze was shaking and it was impossible to tell if this was from joy or sorrow, because she wasn't even sure herself anymore.