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The windows shudder with another heavy rumble of thunder overhead. The demon sighed, vaguely content, her wings tucked around her as she enjoyed the view from the shadows. Though they had yet to extend her reach for roaming beyond the apartment building and its local streets, she'd begun to relax once she'd sensed York's aura.
He had returned to the city after his family visit, arriving back a few hours before, though he had yet to rejoin her in the apartment. She was not concerned. No doubt he would have news for her, or perhaps he'd seek pleasure first; sex was good for regulating mana flow, after all, and he'd certainly left town with plenty to spare.
Though he still owed her dinner (yet another, atop the agreed decades) for being a day late. Though delays instigated by ties of blood could not be helped.
It had been, all around, a decent trip. How the hell his grandmother didn't catch on that maybe some shit was a little weird with him and that he'd actually been dipping into the magic koolaide is beyond him. Apparently that selective obfuscation charm worked. That's- one not to put on the show, honestly.
Too many ways people could use it to A) break the law or B) hurt people. The strict critera by which he releases shit to the internet. Don't be a dick with magic.
Long drive- stop for takeout because he owes Carolina so many dinners- park, swear under his breath about the rain, etc, etc. "Honey, I'm home!"
"I am not sweet." But there's a hint of amusement in her voice as she turns around, making no effort to approach and help him with bags or takeout. Though her tail swishes much like a cat as she catches the scent of hot, fresh meat.
"I see you are unharmed, and unmarked by your family. All fared well, then?"
"Well-" He smirks a little, handing off the bag that's meant for her. Korean style spare ribs, extra hot. Plain ole Shrimp lo-mein for him. "You can be. And yeah it went pretty well. No one really asked about what I was doing, they were just glad I made it out there and wasn't talking to the walls."
"Hmm. Good." Is she referring to the ribs or the visit? It's initially hard to tell. "Then you will want to maintain all semblance of that normalcy for at least three weeks, if not a month." ..Visit. "They will likely observe you closely, to ensure you weren't faking things for their sake."
Which he was. Just exactly what he was faking isn't going to be what his family expected. She sways close, clapping one hand to his shoulder, before pushing past to fetch a napkin or five. She may not be using cutlery but she's not a savage.
"I was thinking six weeks." His mother is pretty particular about lunar cycles and shit like this (why did he never notice how weird that was growing up, what the hell) but he didn't trust her to stick to that because he knew she did that shit. "Mom's sneaky. Dad's pretty clueless but Mom? Sneaky. Kept asking if I was seeing anyone or having strange dreams."
Which weirded him out a little but, hey. "There are wetnaps in the bag- I grabbed 'em for you."
"You mean seeing me." Her tone is dry, before attention fixates on the ribs, an appreciative nod given for the wetnaps. No longer requiring extras, she resumes her place by the window, tail curling around one leg as she levitates into the air.
"Traveling dreams, like me in Ireland or something like that. Anything with stone circles and she's not as subtle about this as she thinks she is. She knows I'm studying the historical and literary basis for mythology." Obligatory finger quotes around 'mythology' as it's not that much of a myth.
"Attempting to ascertain if any awakening may be occurring in other ways then."
She taps a stripped rib against her lips, before rotating mid air, brows furrowed. "So, have you?" It is, oddly enough, a valid question by your mother. Or were you bed hopping so much prior to departure to avoid dreaming?
"Probably. I told her no, that it was nothing or the nightmares from the tour and the subject changed." He has them less often, now, but strange beds always kinda do that to him.
Lo mein in hand he settles on the sofa as is custom, beer flicked open with a little snap of power. "Mm? Well, yeah. Only one. Didn't actually walk into the circle because I know better but- I heard D again."
"It's good you did not enter. You would not find what your heart seeks there." The Fae were never kind, or kindly. And besides, he already has a pact in place. She does not look sympathetic, exactly, but there's an understanding there as to the difficulty he faced. "Will your studies continue with that line for a while longer, or are you changing culture soon?"
"I wonder if I can't find him again." It's been over a decade but- he wonders. Kinda nice to have such a reliable and understanding friend- not that Carolina isn't there's just this.
Really sexy tension. He's working on ignoring or. not ignoring.
It depends.
"I'm gonna put another few articles and videos on it before I move on to theoretical east Asian. I am not doing practical work there because sneezing wrong gets your ass haunted."
So much tension. Not really helped by how she stretches out her wings and back, before resettling.
"To do so, you would need to start closest to where you first met." A shrug. "Or where you were parted. And I do not believe either of your memories on that subject are clear enough yet to determine that."
Ouch, Carolina. But let it not be said that she is not practical. She does laugh, however, at the mention of hauntings. "Not here. I am here." She called dibs.
Don't watch the way her spine twists, don't watch the shoulders, definitely don't watch the neck.
And, like always, he watches anyway because...well. Look at her! How can he not? Respectfully. At least it is a respectful aesthetic admiration. "I think having my mind scrambled by my own mother is as good an excuse as any for that, huh?"
Things he didn't know he should feel bitter about until he learned otherwise. Fun times. "Yeah but this is like, 1000 year hauntings by floating heads with tongues that suck your blood. I can probably contact a specialist, have them handle the practical side of things."
"To protect you." A reminder, though it's unclear if she speak to admonish, or with contempt. Fact is fact.
From what, or who, or why - well. She no doubt has her reasons. And once York is deeply seated in his power, he can confront her on that. But, she doubts that will be any time soon.
"You have an inventive imagination, but the television-box is not correct. Such curses would be Mesopotamian in origin." She licks her fingers, finished with her meal, and settles to watch him eat his lo-mein.
"Something like that." Very much something. Whatever it was he'll figure it out later.
When he's pretty sure it won't get done to him over again for reasons. Sneaky, motherly reasons. "Soo...finish up the UK, do Mesopotamia instead? I don't know that we've got a class on those."
Tying this venture in with his actual degree has taken some creative accounting for credit hours and the like. "I'll dig around, see what I can't swing. How were your ribs?"
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Demon AU continued~
He had returned to the city after his family visit, arriving back a few hours before, though he had yet to rejoin her in the apartment. She was not concerned. No doubt he would have news for her, or perhaps he'd seek pleasure first; sex was good for regulating mana flow, after all, and he'd certainly left town with plenty to spare.
Though he still owed her dinner (yet another, atop the agreed decades) for being a day late. Though delays instigated by ties of blood could not be helped.
Demon AU 2.0, this time it's SEXY
Too many ways people could use it to A) break the law or B) hurt people. The strict critera by which he releases shit to the internet. Don't be a dick with magic.
Long drive- stop for takeout because he owes Carolina so many dinners- park, swear under his breath about the rain, etc, etc. "Honey, I'm home!"
Yeah he never gets tired of that.
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"I see you are unharmed, and unmarked by your family. All fared well, then?"
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Which he was. Just exactly what he was faking isn't going to be what his family expected. She sways close, clapping one hand to his shoulder, before pushing past to fetch a napkin or five. She may not be using cutlery but she's not a savage.
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Which weirded him out a little but, hey. "There are wetnaps in the bag- I grabbed 'em for you."
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"Strange dreams in what fashion?"
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She taps a stripped rib against her lips, before rotating mid air, brows furrowed. "So, have you?" It is, oddly enough, a valid question by your mother. Or were you bed hopping so much prior to departure to avoid dreaming?
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Lo mein in hand he settles on the sofa as is custom, beer flicked open with a little snap of power. "Mm? Well, yeah. Only one. Didn't actually walk into the circle because I know better but- I heard D again."
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Really sexy tension. He's working on ignoring or. not ignoring.
It depends.
"I'm gonna put another few articles and videos on it before I move on to theoretical east Asian. I am not doing practical work there because sneezing wrong gets your ass haunted."
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"To do so, you would need to start closest to where you first met." A shrug. "Or where you were parted. And I do not believe either of your memories on that subject are clear enough yet to determine that."
Ouch, Carolina. But let it not be said that she is not practical. She does laugh, however, at the mention of hauntings. "Not here. I am here." She called dibs.
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And, like always, he watches anyway because...well. Look at her! How can he not? Respectfully. At least it is a respectful aesthetic admiration. "I think having my mind scrambled by my own mother is as good an excuse as any for that, huh?"
Things he didn't know he should feel bitter about until he learned otherwise. Fun times. "Yeah but this is like, 1000 year hauntings by floating heads with tongues that suck your blood. I can probably contact a specialist, have them handle the practical side of things."
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From what, or who, or why - well. She no doubt has her reasons. And once York is deeply seated in his power, he can confront her on that. But, she doubts that will be any time soon.
"You have an inventive imagination, but the television-box is not correct. Such curses would be Mesopotamian in origin." She licks her fingers, finished with her meal, and settles to watch him eat his lo-mein.
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When he's pretty sure it won't get done to him over again for reasons. Sneaky, motherly reasons. "Soo...finish up the UK, do Mesopotamia instead? I don't know that we've got a class on those."
Tying this venture in with his actual degree has taken some creative accounting for credit hours and the like. "I'll dig around, see what I can't swing. How were your ribs?"
He asks, slurping down a mouthful of noodles.