goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

She'll teach him the basics to build up to this level of casting at some point; silent prowling can be a useful glyph to cast on ones self, for example. For now, however, she nods acknowledgement as she heads off to get the food.

She doesn't feel drained, which is fortunate. And even if she had, the meal York's called in for her would do the trick to settle things. Veiling herself between world layers, she settles back on the couch. Just in case. Once the door closes, she'll will herself to appear again.

Down to the front and back up, order in his arms and a bright smile on his face. A good night ahead and a good night in for his roomie (his demon pal he needs to think MORE about that) but it's all. Good.

For once.

He opens the door one handed and sets her meal out on the coffee table. "I really need to invest in a proper dining set. I think I've got room."

Only once the door closes does she fade in again, already as eager as the cat as the scent of new food wafts her way. Mmmm yes please.

"If you think that you'll host meals here, it is something to consider." Space is always at a premium, that much she's gathered from his bitching about the rent, so including that here would mean it has double duty.

"It'd give me somewhere better to shoot, too." Huh. Something to think about. For now he checks his phone for the time and heads back to the door, waving. "I'll be back after dinner. Use my netflix account if you wanna watch anything and don't scare the downstairs neighbours again. Those conversations are awkward."

"I wasn't that loud," she pouts, liberating her meal from the bag, setting the cartons out beside her plate. "You did not warn me that your 'scary movies' were such dull comedy. Now, those 'romances', those are the truly horrific things."

How could anyone watch that drivel and take it even remotely seriously? Ergh.

"I guess it's all relative when you've actually been to an infernal plane." He shrugs. "Try the actual horror-comedies. Those are a hoot. You might even like Evil Dead!" Boots on, wallet, phone, keys- and he's out the door. It'll be a good night.

It'll be a great night.

It ends up being a fantastic date. Dinner's awesome, there's a few drinks afterward, hell they even dance a little at the club before he begs off on account of sudden movement and she just rolls with it. Hands in his shirt drags him back out to breathe, to calm down, and to get back to his apartment.

They're more or less locked together when he gets the door open. He's got one hand down her skirt and the other on his keys while they stumble inside, mouths locked tight.

The Evil Dead? Currently not showing on Netflix. >:|

Horror comedies do keep her up a few hours, at least, though she's still not entirely certain of the appeal, and eventually switches over to a documentary. Or two. Or three.

The TV is off the moment she senses him in range, lights out once she's certain that the taxi is outside. There's no sign of any roommate, sleeping or otherwise, as they stagger inside, demon hidden from all views, layered between realms and comfortably unseen, watching the human's curiously. Knowing a little about his preferred tastes might come in handy some day. But this IS the first dalliance he's had in longer than he'd admit, and until he crosses the threshold into his own room, she has no qualms watching.

He doesn't spare a thought to anyone or anything other than her mouth under his, the way she twists and whines when he curls his fingers like that. Clever hands. Good to know he's still got it. What comes next takes a little doing but he hefts her in his arms, sweeping her thighs around his waist as he carries her from the front door. All of one second is spared to kick it shut before he stalks to the bedroom, lips working down the long line of her neck and shoulder.

The whining isn't loud, not yet, but she'd forgotten how intent humans could be when focused on one another. The gym work he'd resumed meant he could carry this girl off with easy, still working her open in spite of the change in their positions - yes, he would certainly leave this one with a tale to tell come morning.

And blessed silence to follow, once he got her into his room.

There is a lot more whining before the night is through. And some screaming- and that's BEFORE he gets his business involved. Hell, halfway through he has to tap out to grab some more water and a fresh roll of condoms. In and out of the kitchen in less than five seconds, he knows how to find what he needs.

Come morning he is...exhausted. Happily exhausted. Slept through the whole night curled around a gorgeous woman. It'd been fun.

He'd like it to happen again. Enough that he slips out of bed after rousing her to tell her he was making breakfast and actually pulls on some pants so he CAN cook breakfast.

Frying bacon and naked manbits- not fun.

"Someone had a good night."

There's a great deal of amusement radiating in the voice that speaks up, Carolina draped again on the couch with her tablet. There's a hint of illusion to her, however, a visible if York squints just right - instead of just a demon, there's an image of a redhaired human woman, smartly dressed but not business-like. The oft mentioned and always unseen 'roommate'.

"Will you be wanting more alone time? I can make myself scarce if you do."

He jumps a little at the voice, whirling and to stare at... "Carolina?"

It's weird to see her without the wings and the scales and the tail, but the voice is right, the face is the right shape. It's weird.

What's more weird is the odd double vision in his fucking bad eye. Good eye sees human carolina.

Bad eye sees a blurred outline of demon carolina.

What the fuck.

Later. He will worry later. "Depends on if she's feeling up to it. Right now? Breakfast."

Later, when he mentions that difference, her eyes will light up, she'll teach him how to capitalize on that - and balance it out, depending on what he wants. For now, however, she merely smiles at him. "Understood. I'll be in my room. I doubt you'll need me."

He salutes with the spatula before returning to flipping pancakes. Some eggs (she'd mentioned being okay with them) and strawberries. Little bit of cream. Cup of coffee to finish off the tray and he carries it all back to his room. About an hour or so after breakfast, another quick round, and mutual showers his date sashay's out with a smile on her face and a spring in her step.

York's likewise glowing as he dumps his sheets in the washing machine. Hell, he's even whistling.

She emerges eventually, illusion dispelled. There's an examining look for her pact partner, before a satisfied nod follows. "You seem better for your night. Perhaps you'll do this more often?"

"If she wants to see me again, sure!" He starts up the load and heads for the kitchen to start doing the dishes. "Also, um....earlier. When you looked human? I could kind of still...see how you normally are. With my bad eye. Is that a thing?"

"And do you think she will?" No man or woman looking that satisfied would turn down a second date, by her estimation, though maintaining that sort of bedroom activity regularly might be beyond some mortal souls..

Now THAT is interesting. "Many must train themselves to see it. It sounds as though your recent injury tore more than simply vision - tell me, do shapes seem to form in shadows around others? Or do people ever seem...off?"

"I haven't really noticed until today. I was told that indistinct shapes and shadows were normal with the cataract." Which probably doesn't help much with sorting what's real from what isn't.

"Then it may be something new, growing with your increased strength and stability in your power." Her tail flicks a little, and she's clearly pleased. "You are not quite there yet, but when you have greater control, we can make use of that. What is the use of sorcery if it cannot assist your eye?"

She leans against the counter, tapping her claws on the top. "Do your nights always last so long?" She has to admit to being at least a little impressed. "Most males I have encountered in the past have little care for more after the first tumble."

"ALso an option. I, uh. Thought it was kinda fucked forever. This is a good thing." A weird good thing but, he'll try to look through it more. Which will end in more headaches but- if it'll get him more sight? He'll do it in a heartbeat.

"That was actually kind of short for me. Jaw got sore." And his hand started cramping, but she'd been plenty happy with what he'd done so that's more than enough for him.

"For all its drawbacks, magic has its bonus. This one will be such for you." She'll explain to him about reaction headaches later.

"Short." She doesn't sound like she believes him. "From that lack of practice, I suppose." Her arms fold, talons tapping along her biceps lightly.

"I feel good when my partner feels good." He shrugs. "It's easier for me to get off if they already have at least once. Less pressure."

"Hmmm. I do suppose it is, ah ha, something of a struggle after the first time for males." There's probably drugs for that! Or spells. But she's not going to encourage him looking into that. Yet.

Maybe THAT could be the subject of a future video!

"Yeah. I'm not twenty anymore." NOt that he could go for too long after one when he was twenty either. Not that he's gonna mention that. "...Would it be...ethical to make a video on potency powders and shit?"

Carolina just gives him That Look. The one to remind him he's asking a Demon about ethics.

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And lo, it is confirmed that like cats, demons are voyeurs

creepy demon voyeurs

You get what you summoned, York

he doesn't REMEMBER what he summoned t-t

How do you forget you summoned a DEMON, being high is no excuse!!

How do you forget you summoned a DEMON, being high is no excuse!!

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