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[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. ( misa to soryn )
" you get comfortable right there and i will be back soon with soup, okay? " soryn smiles, kissing her forehead and heading into the kitchen. they've been happy to take care of her during her sabbatical from modeling, even whenever she falls ill with a cold. right now, she's curled up on the couch, bundled up in blankets. soryn wanted her to stay in bed but she wanted to watch movies and cuddle up against them, and, usually, misa got what misa wanted. they don't mind obliging her, they just wish she'd get more rest! rest always does the human body good. and now she's hungry, which is good, so soryn offered to make soup for her.
soryn decides to make something fairly quick and definitely easy: chicken noodle soup. it seems to be what a lot of humans enjoy when they're under the weather. getting the noodles, chicken broth and seasonings from the pantry, they cast a glance toward misa as they head back into the kitchen, just a cursory glance to make sure she's still okay, and they stop just inside of the kitchen. are... are they imagining things? are their eyes playing tricks on them? never before has someone looked at soryn with longing, such yearning. they would look back to double check, but her attention is probably already back in the television. were they merely imagining that look in her eyes? is it wishful thinking? soryn sets everything on the counter, unsure. it's... no, no, surely it's only wishful thinking. they saw only what they wanted to see. there's no way they have a chance with someone as sweet and kind and wonderful and beautiful as the misa amane.
...right?
the demon's mind runs a mile a minute as they resume their meal preparation in the kitchen. of course they don't have a chance. what a silly and stupid thing to believe. they sigh softly to themself and shake their head. she's an amazing human being and they're, well, them. a demon. though misa knows well enough about that by now, soryn is sure she wouldn't want them because of that. of course she wouldn't. and yet... despite what seems like the high probability that she could never want them, they do want her. they want to be hers and they want her to be theirs, together forever. or rather... until misa passes of old age. that day will come and it'll hurt, soryn knows that. they also know of that age old quote, ''tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'. despite their own silly worries, she did look longingly at them, didn't she? maybe... they do have a chance.
soryn soon finished in the kitchen, bringing with them a piping hot bowl of soup, a folded dish towel tucked under their arm. they gaze warmly down at her, a gentle smile forming on their lips. they say that when you look at someone you love, your pupils dilate, and soryn's pupils are in fact dilated, because gods, they love misa. they kiss her fever-warmed forehead and place the folded towel in her hands before placing the bowl atop the towel, just so she wouldn't have to worry about burning her hands.
" here you go, misa. homemade soup, just for you. " because there's little soryn wouldn't do for her.
[ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. ( toshi and aggie owo )
it's been a couple of months since they admitted their feelings for each other. it's difficult finding the peace and time to spend together, but agatha fully acknowledged she knew what she was getting into when outright admitting her feelings for japan's number one hero, all might himself. their relationship had to be kept a secret, too, but she figured as such before telling how she felt. it sucks and it's awful at times, but... she understands. agatha does her best to make the most of the time they can spend together. not in public dates, but private dinners she cooks for the two.
she makes meals based on what he said he needed the most, citing it was what kept him going, what kept him strong. agatha was more than happy to follow his dietary restrictions; she's sure most, if not all, have them. dessert was usually out of the question, but tonight, agatha made something small and delectable, something that still applied to what toshinori needed.
she picks up the dishes, the silverware and the glasses as their idle chitchat continues, setting the dishes down in the sink to soak. agatha hears his comment on the wonderful meal and she turns, smiling sweetly at him. " n-no need to thank me, toshi. i-i w-was more than happy to c-cook for us. " she moves closer, resting her hand on his shoulder. his features seem to soften as he gazes up at her and whenever he does that, it sends her heart all aflutter. her cheeks flush as her gaze flickers elsewhere. " i'm j-just glad we get to— t-to s-spend time together again, e-even if it's only f-f-for a l-little while. " agatha looks at him again, meeting his gaze before her own wanders over his features. his handsome, chiseled features... she looks away again. damn it, she has to stop letting her mind wander whenever he's here!
agatha's gaze flickers down to his hand as she sees it come into view, looking to him when he cups her jaw. her heart is fluttering all over again, her cheeks flushing more. she looks to his other hand as it takes hers and gently pulls her into his lap. " t-toshi— "
" shh, shh. let's just make the most of tonight, agatha. " he softly tells her, his thumb caressing her cheek.
her heart skips a beat and she gives a tentative nod, draping her arms over his shoulders, her fingers gently brushing over his hair as she gazes up at him. there have been many instances where they nearly kissed, their lips mere inches away, but one thing or another got in the way and interrupted them. agatha hesitates to even try. what if something else interrupts them? he's the number one hero, after all, he's always available, always on call. does she really have him all to herself in this moment? well, if her mind never stops racing, she'll never kiss him.
agatha's hand moves to grasp his tie and she pulls him down, closing her eyes as she finally kisses him, her heart beating wildly against her ribs. she moans softly against toshinori's lips as she feels him wrap his arms around her frame and she deepens the kiss. she comes back up for air after a moment, panting softly.
" i-i— i've been w-wanting so badly to k-kiss you, toshi. " agatha admits breathlessly, looking up at him. " i... i'm afraid i— " she bites her lower lip, her thoughts a jumbled, flustered mess. " i-i want m-more. "
the faerie couldn't help but think it was adorable that, upon their arrival back on earth, the bracken basically follows her everywhere, moreso around the house. she'd cast a glance upward as he peered over her shoulder and watched her prepare breakfast and coffee, the latter of which she's enjoying now. agatha sips it once it's at the perfect temperature, delighting in its taste as she makes up a little grocery list so she can drop by the store later after work.
she pushes her glasses up her nose as she glances up when he speaks, smiling at his curiosity over her coffee. " i-it's a bit d-difficult t-to describe the taste. on its own, w-w-without s-sugar or cream, i-it's quite bitter. people drink it that way, b-b-but i-i can't. " agatha replies with a soft giggle, pushing the mug toward her mate now. " i-it's s-sweet and creamy now, b-but i tend to put too much in it. " it was the only way she could get paste that bitter flavor. " w-what do you think? "
he tiled his head slightly, glowing eyes watching her curiously as she lifted the mug to her lips. it had been a few months since he managed to assume a human form, and he was currently living with agatha, a cute little fae that he's claimed as his mate, and she was currently indulging in coffee. and he was watching her closely through the entire process. watching as she made it, put sugar in it, creamer -- the kitchen smelled of it, he noticed, overtaking the smell of breakfast ( she made him hashbrowns, bacon and eggs -- they were pretty good, he determined ).
" what does it taste like? " his voice, though not as deep, still reverbed lowly against the air. it had taken him a few minutes to figure out how to utilize vocal chords, " may i try it? " it smelled organic at the very least, but it was an unfamiliar earthy smell.
@fiorserpen
" i'm here. i'm real. " ( maren after she saves aggie :^)))))))))
hit 'em where it hurts. / accepting!
the mind is capable of a lot of things. some of the things it does and the why are still a mystery. in many ways, it's like a living computer, and like computers, something terrible can happen. something can break it, cause it to act strange, cause it to malfunction. things can easily cause the human brain to make someone see things that, to their dismay, aren't really there. ny herlighed has done it to her before and agatha was certain this time wasn't any different. she was imagining the commotion, she was imagining her girlfriend, here and still alive.
it has to be in agatha's imagination again... right?
she knows it is. that's all this can be: another hallucination. is she perhaps just that desperate to see maren again? even when she was convinced that she truly wanted nothing to do with the faerie, even when she was convinced she was dead? agatha's love for her never waned, never disappeared altogether. she still holds that torch, some part of her wanting desperately to believe that ny herlighed has been lying to her this whole time. why else would maren also want a child with her? what would she have really gained from tricking the faerie, making her believe she truly and wholeheartedly loved her, from having a child with her, from having a wonderful life together? why would she help to change agatha's view of herself, to raise her confidence and self esteem, why encourage agatha to get help, only for it all to to be one big ploy? and yet... the mind, even when tricked, is a powerful thing.
even as maren approaches, blood soaked clean through what was once a white suit, the faerie shies away from her. not because of the blood or her weapon, but because she knows she isn't there. she's just tired, she just wants this to be over. why can't this just be over?
she whimpers, tears pouring down her face despite how tightly her eyes are closed, feeling maren's bloodied hands cupping her face, hearing her plead with the faerie to look at her. but she can't, she won't. she won't open her eyes to another hallucination! if— if she just keeps her eyes closed, then she'll go away. right? because she's just in her head. she isn't here, she isn't real, she's gone.
no matter how hard she tried to will away what she perceived to be a hallucination, she opens her eyes to find the image still there. sometimes that happened when the hallucinogen was especially strong or when they gave her a little too much. maren would still be there sometimes, just as she is now, that same pleading look on her face as she tries to get agatha to realize this is real. she is real.
" m-maren? " she finally manages to get out, her jaw quivering, her eyes shiny with tears. where there once was nothing in her eyes, there is now a spark of life, a glimmer of hope. oh, gods, she so desperately wants to believe that she's real. please, please, let her be real. agatha wraps her arms around her, holding her tightly as she sobs against her, uncaring of any of the blood (that she knows couldn't possibly be maren's — she wouldn't willingly let any of these people touch her) getting onto her. that didn't matter, not right now.
" p-please, please take us home. p-please, maren. i-i— i j-just w-want to be home again w-with you a-and aurora. "
[ BABYSIT ] for one muse to take care of the other after they stumbled home drunk ( misa and soryn and misa is sloshed af )
scenarios. / accepting!
" come, my love, let us get you inside, okay? " soryn holds her close as she leans against him, reaching into his pocket with his free hand for the keys. goodness, it's a good thing alcohol has no effect on him, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to drive his inebriated wife home! he gets the door open, hanging the keys up on the hook by the door. he guides misa to the bedroom, sitting her down on the bed, helping her out of her jacket, shrugging off his own, draping them over the bed for now.
moving away, soryn retrieves some clean pajamas for them both from a drawer, setting them beside his wife. he sees her reach out for him, attempting to get a bit handsy, leaning up to kiss him. he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. " not tonight, misa. not until you are sober, okay? " he smiles lovingly when she pouts, leaning in to kiss her temple. " tomorrow night, i promise. " soryn assures her, helping her out of her clothes and into the pajamas, a black tank top with a pink skull and crossbones and a pair of black shorts with the same design printed all over them. misa had fallen in love with the little pajama set when she found them. " there we go, almost ready for bed. " soryn quickly changes as well into something a little less coordinated, a mismatched crop top and shorts. he gets misa back up onto her feet and into the bathroom, helping her wash her face and brush her teeth. " now you are ready. " the demon smiles, kissing her forehead before helping her back into the bedroom and into bed, pressing more kisses to her face after tucking her in. " i will be in bed soon, my love. " pulling away, soryn retrieves the cup from the bathroom, filling it with water and getting out some tylenol, setting the glass and the pills by her head. she'll probably wake with one hell of a headache.
he gets more ready for bed and soon pulls back the covers, climbing in beside her. soryn hums in content and snakes his arms around her middle, holding her close. " sleep well, misa. "
deny ( marggie hehe )
spicy action. / accepting!
[ DENY ] ; the sender denies the receivers orgasm.
there aren't any moments quite like these where the faerie is absolutely sure maren takes great pleasure in making her squirm and beg to let her cum. it drives her crazy, being continually brought to the brink, only to be pulled back from the edge by her wife stopping whatever she's doing. every time she does this to her, agatha ends up a whimpering, trembling mess. this time was certainly no different.
with her wrists and ankles bound, she can hardly move, save for squirming and writhing from the overstimulation. it was just too much! and she knows maren knows that because she's the one that holds her orgasm in her hands, and she was the one that would eventually decide to let her cum.
even with the blindfold, agatha still tries to look at her wife, managing to lift her head from the bed only a little. " p-p-please, my love, i-i— i can't t-take m-much more. " she pleads, pulling at her restraints as she desperately tries to move against maren's hand for any ounce of friction she could get. " i-i-i b-beg that you l-let me cum. p-please? please, maren, i-i w-want to cum s-so bad. "
" who did this to you? " (high school era marggie :3c)
who did this to you? / accepting!
agatha knows well enough by now how much of a coward she is. running from a situation was better than trying to stick up for herself because when she tried, it always came back to bite her in the ass. it bit into her, chewed her up and spat her out like she was nothing. it was better to run and hide as best as she could. she favors the library; it's quiet, easy to hide among the many shelves of books, and there was almost always someone here. the library, but most of all, the books contained within it, were her escape.
it didn't really change when maren came to this school. she doesn't know why the other let her hang around when her bullies also tried to target her for it. all it usually took for them to back off was that cold, hard stare of maren's, that only seems to soften when she gazes upon the young faerie. was it pity? does she really care? she felt it was the former only for a little while and the latter for much longer. if she didn't truly care, why stick up for her? why get herself into trouble for her? she doesn't seem to do this with anyone else, either. just agatha. regardless, the bullying was often worse when maren wasn't around, but somehow, the other's presence in her life made it all a little more bearable.
maren was the only one that could really brighten her day these days. when they're together, little else matters. she's significantly more relaxed, more open, more... herself. she doesn't feel like an empty shell running on autopilot, pushing through the day until she can go home. maren was the only one that came to her defense and continued to do so, not at all intimidated by agatha's bullies. she often found herself wishing she had that courage, that strength, that level of intimidation. but agatha was soft and weak, her confidence and self-esteem are almost completely lacking. it was often the subject of the bullying, and it's why she finds herself in the library yet again.
maybe, as she was heading to her next class, maren saw her run, saw the tears in her eyes. she was always so observant, of course she would notice the faerie when she was upset, of course she would follow her to the library, regardless of whether or not she was going to be late to her next class. agatha heard footsteps approaching. she always walked softly toward the faerie, like she was afraid she'd bolt, and maybe she would've if she hadn't known who it was. she hears her footsteps and lifts her head up from her arms as they rest atop her knees, her eyes red and puffy, shining with tears. she was frazzled, she was hurting, she was so, so very tired. why couldn't they just leave her alone? why her to begin with? does she really stand out that much? is it all that obvious? is it because of how weak she is?
she sees maren's gaze drift down to the bruise quickly appearing around her upper arm and the faerie looks away, swallowing thickly. she sniffles, trembling hands wiping away the tears from her eyes and off of her cheeks, only for more to spill down them. what a weak, emotional thing she is. from the corner of her eye, agatha sees the other squat down in front of her the way she does when she's trying to get agatha to look at her. gazing into her eyes is like looking at two emeralds that were perfect in every way.
" who did this to you? " maren asks in that calm-before-the-storm kind of way and she looks away once more, tears welling in her eyes and flowing freely down her cheeks. she doesn't even have to answer. maren already knows. of course she knows and she was going to teach him a lesson again, but before she can get up and leave to do just that, agatha reaches out and wraps her hand around maren's wrist, looking up at her again. wordlessly, she pleads for her to stay. she needs her to stay so bad. she doesn't want to be alone right now, not for a while. just please stay, agatha's gaze pleads with the other.
maren removes the faerie's grasp on her wrist, now taking her hand into her own and she nods. " i'll stay as long as you need me to, aggie. " she sits beside her, snaking an arm around her back and holding her close as they sit there on the library floor, among the safety of the shelves and the books. " i'm not going anywhere, okay? i'm right here. "
“ yes. i am telling you what to do. i’m telling you not to pull something like that again because— ‘cause fucking hell. i care about you. okay? ” ( aggie from dabi bc i'm howling )
soft-ish angst. / accepting!
her breath hitches as he grasps her upper arms, gazing up at dabi as he scolds her. he... he cares about her? sure, he shows it in his own ways, he's never said it aloud before. it catches her off guard, that's for sure. it makes stepping in between him and a hero even more worth it. " i-i-i j-just wanted to p-protect you, dabi. " agatha admits softly, tears welling in her eyes. of course she knows he can protect himself just fine, but she also knows the effect his quirk has on his own body. she also knows a lot of damage could've been done had a fight broken out. wasn't it better this way? no one got hurt in the end, isn't that what matters?
she gently removes herself from dabi's grip on her and reaches up, fingertips lightly grazing his cheeks as her hands cup them. a warm smile forms on her lips as she gazes up at him. " i-i h-had no idea you f-felt this way. i c-care about you, too, y-you know? i-it— it's w-why i wanted to p-protect you. " agatha further admits, her thumb gently caressing his unburned skin, just slightly above the stitches in his cheek.
" for me, i... i-i th-think it started that night when w-we couldn't sleep a-a-and y-you let me sit beside you. i-i ended up falling asleep on you. " a soft giggle leaves her now. " that was the m-moment i began to have feelings for you, dabi. "
soryn returns home from work, glancing off to the side to see murasaki working on homework in the dining room. he moves over to her, kissing the top of her head before ruffling her hair a little. " i will shower and then i will start working on dinner, okay? " he hugs her before moving away and heading into the bathroom. the demon showers, changes into something more comfortable, and makes his way to the kitchen now, casting another glance toward his daughter and smiling. he was proud of how well she was doing in school, as well as adapting to life with him.
while he didn't anticipate becoming a mother, he doesn't regret it one bit. he'd go back and do it over and over again if it meant adopting murasaki and having her in his life, taking care of her and providing for her to the best of his ability. it was rewarding, really, especially with her progress toward coming more and more out of her shell. murasaki was the best daughter soryn could ever hope or ask for, regardless of everything to come.
he gathers ingredients from the refrigerator and pantry, humming to himself until he hears what can only sound like an explosion, the shockwave rippling through the apartment as the air hums and crackles with electricity. what the hell? then comes the sound of mura's voice, panicked and frightened, crying as she calls for her mother from the dining room. heart racing, soryn rushes to her side, moving to sit beside her.
" what is it? what happened? " his expression is one of great worry as an arm is immediately wrapped around her, holding her close. " i am here; are you okay? are you hurt? "
@rigelig / starter call.
soryn is calm until their brother is in their vicinity
" they seem to be awfully interested in you, dove. " rigelig. maren uwu
@rigelig
" do they? " agatha asks, looking through the honeycrisp apples with a hum, looking for some to make apple pie with. she doesn't glance up toward the women her wife is talking about, she isn't even interested. why would she be? besides, could they not see the ring on her finger or that maren had come right up to her? maybe it just didn't seem that a woman like her could be agatha's wife.
she looks up now, smiling at maren. " why would i show any interest when i have you right here beside me? " agatha asks, reaching for her beloveds' hand and slipping her own into it, gently tugging her down into a kiss. " you know i have eyes only for you, my love. "
boy, how the feeling of his hands on her waist has her heart all aflutter, like butterflies in the cage of her ribs. it makes her breath catch in her throat. agatha can only stare up at him, clutching her phone, feeling the heat that rises into her features. maybe she can blame it on the warmth of the grocery store. standing by the freezer door, agatha is certain she can't, but she can try, can't she?
agatha's mouth opens but no sound comes out. she still can't find her voice but she quickly shakes her head and types on her phone, letting it do the speaking for her. [no, not hurt at all!!] the voice replies in her stead and she manages a small, timid smile as she looks up at him. she can't quite hold eye contact for too long however, and her gaze darts elsewhere. agatha isn't trying to be rude, it just feels like if she stares at him, his eyes will stare right into her soul with how piercing they are. she's also trying not to study the man too much, because if she did, she'd become hyper-aware of just how handsome he is, then he'll never get a word out of the poor faerie.
once she's let go of, her smile grows slightly and she adjusts her glasses, pushing them further up her nose. the corners of agatha's eyes crinkle and the bright overhead lighting catches on the particles in her eyes. come on, she knows her voice is there, just speak! " a-again, i-i'm— i'm really sorry about b-bumping into you, sir. i-i should've been paying m-m-more a-attention. i-i'm s-such a klutz. " her smile becomes apologetic now and she tucks her phone into her bag, looking back up at him. there were those icy blues again, piercing into her, searching her. she fidgets and her gaze darts away again.
they may be total strangers, and yet agatha feels the urge to introduce herself. but what are the odds she'll run into this man again? well, maybe she would. maybe the odds are decent because she wants them to be. she offers a hand to him. " i'm... i-i'm agatha. agatha hase. "
@fiorserpen |
agatha wanders through the store, moving through the aisles as she gathers ingredients for dinner and dessert. coming out of a bad spot mentally, she was glad for the burst of energy and the motivation to do things, like cook and bake for herself. todd had kindly dropped by a when he could to help her out, which was greatly appreciated. she's got so much planned now, wanting to take advantage of this burst as she's physically capable.
now with all the ingredients and other groceries in her cart, she makes her way back to the ice cream aisle. she's craving something, but she just can't figure out what. finally, agatha settles on an old favorite: coffee ice cream. it wasn't just that, though. it had caramel syrup in it and bits of chocolate-covered toffee. when she just doesn't know what to get, that's what she falls back on.
she tosses the pint of ice cream into the cart and moves back to close the freezer door, turning and bumping right into someone. he's so solid it nearly knocks agatha off of her feet, but she feels him catch her from falling. eyes wide and startled, she stares up at him. boy, is her heart racing now. he looks like the kind of man an author would describe as 'tall, dark, and handsome', and it has rendered agatha totally and wholly speechless. she can't even seem to begin speaking, her voice gone in an instant.
agatha scrambles for her phone, fumbling with it before quickly typing something, tapping the screen and holding it up closer toward the man so he could hear the speakers better. [i'm so sorry for bumping into you! i wasn't paying any attention at all!] once the audio ended, agatha can only muster an apologetic smile for him. she really, really didn't mean to run into him. she hopes he isn't upset.
i liked having control over every little aspect of my life, and that especially included what goes inside my fridge. sure, i could pay someone to do it for me, but there were plenty of ways that could go wrong for me; a substitute brand, a faulty product such as mold or near expired, or having my shit tampered with. while it was true it could be tampered with before i, myself, got my hands on it, i wouldn't place money on it.
maybe i liked grocery shopping because it reminds me that i'm human, despite the lives i take, despite how inhuman i am in the courtroom; i have been often described as a monster when i grill witnesses on the stand. but so be it. it worked for me, and it made me one of the most successful attorneys in the county. it's why i get to live my luxurious life.
i feel like everything in my life is at my control, until i land my eyes upon her. agatha hase. twenty-five years old, a florist at down to the hart, and she's somehow managed to catch my attention. she wasn't the family member of a victim, she wasn't a witness i've once questioned on the stand. all things considered, she's a stranger. but there's an air of mystery surrounding her that entices me, that pulls at me. maybe i am crazy and finally losing my edge, that a simple woman ( beautiful as she may be ) can pull me into the depths of my insanity. i wasn't even following her today, so our meeting today is happenstance. but my eyes watch her slyly, as if i were observing one of my victim's funerals. i take note of her favorite ice cream -- it will come in handy in the future, though i'm not too much of a sweets person, i can tell she indulges in them from time to time. usually when she's coming out of deep depressive spells. that was normal for depressed individuals, but i wanted to know why she was. what had caused her to leave scars all over her body?
from the amount of digging i've had zack do, nothing much came up, and it was frustrating. but nothing i couldn't learn from getting closer to her.
when she bumped into me, my arm naturally shot out to grasp her waist firmly, pulling her close to my body. having her so close to me drove me wild, being able to smell her shampoo and conditioner, the smell of her laundry detergent. i could only dig my fingertips into her waist a little more, manipulating her slightly so she stood on even ground, though my hand remained on her waist. i couldn't let her go just yet, even though i knew i should.
" don't worry about it. no harm done, miss, " i speak coolly, finally releasing her from my grasp, as much as it may pain me to do so, " you're not hurt, right? " i ask, eyes inspecting her.
@rigelig
it had been painfully clear to agatha that murasaki was in desperate need of a break from her work and a day of peace and relaxation, so, when she knew she had less work on her plate, she set up a spa day for them. it would be nice, it would be relaxing and probably even pretty fun. they're friends, after all, and she'd feel terrible if she didn't try to help murasaki in any way.
" w-we're here, mura. " she tells her with a smile, parking the car and getting out, moving to the passenger side to open the door for murasaki. " i-i b-booked us the full package! w-we'll have some d-drinks, relax in the s-sauna, then a massage. i-i d-didn't specify w-what kind of massage because i wasn't sure what you'd be c-comfortable with, s-so w-we can choose when we get to it! " agatha's smile grows and she links her arm with murasaki's as they head inside. " th-then we get a facial, a-and then we get manipedis! "
" mhm!! and, w-when w-we're done here, we'll head back to— t-to m-my house a-and we can have a movie night in! " her smile was growing as she speaks. they check in and are lead to a bar to get their drinks. agatha sits at one of the tables, watching as murasaki sits across from her, kicking her legs a little, hardly able to contain her excitement.
agatha sips her drink. " i-i j-just couldn't help but notice y-you seemed like you had a lot on your plate a-and— a-and y-you could use some time away f-from your work. " she tells her now, her smile becoming sheepish as she glances away. agatha was just observant that way, picking up on things most would brush off or not notice altogether. some have pointed out that it was creepy, that she was always so aware of people and her surroundings, but she felt it was better to observe than to put herself out there, like she noticed when she was still a kid in school. agatha brushes that away and looks back up at murasaki. " i-i'm c-certain we'll have lots of f-fun today, mura. "
when was the last time she took a day to herself? she honestly couldn't remember. work kept her busy most days, and her days off were usually spent record keeping or watching a movie by herself ( some stuff samael had recommended to her, as a way for her to "loosen up" ), but she had never treated herself to a spa. certain missions allowed her to enjoy an onsen here and there, but never a full package spa deal.
" s-seems l-like you ha-have our whole day p-p-planned, " she laughed softly at that, smiling towards her friend, " i'll be i-in your c-care then! " murasaki felt her heart skip a beat when agatha wrapped her arm around her own. she doubted she would ever get used to feeling agatha's aura and powers surrounding her, almost suffocating her in the purity of it all.
" oh, no, no, p-please, you don't have to apologize. " she giggles softly, waving her hand dismissively as she shakes her head. " no, i-i'm j-just a worrywart, i get it f-from my mother. " agatha's mother worried a lot, usually about her. as a kid, she'd quickly picked up on it, and in turn, she worried about nearly everything. money, people, her fears eventually getting the better of her. it was... a lot.
agatha sips her drink, humming at the taste. it was quite good, maybe she'd have to get something like this the next time she finds herself in a bar, whenever on earth that might be. her gaze drifts back up to mura and she smiles. " th-that's g-good, i'm glad. w-work hasn't been awful either, f-for me, but... i-i c-could tell i was in desperate need of a b-break myself. " god knows she very rarely takes a moment to stop and breathe and relax, powering through however she's feeling instead. getting yelled at by a customer yesterday was the final straw that told agatha she needed a break, otherwise she'd just keep making more mistakes.
her smile grows. " i-i d-don't think i've ever gotten one. i-i f-feel kind of nervous about the prospect of the f-full b-body massage, b-but, well, y-you'd know those reasons. " her gaze averts and she shifts in the chair, taking another sip of her drink. " i suppose i want to— t-to b-believe they've p-probably seen all sorts of scars a-and w-w-wouldn't b-be bothered by it, a-and i also feel, w-with you there as well, i... i w-would be okay. "
murasaki stayed as close as she could to agatha, so the pair didn't get separated somehow, as if that would have been a problem. she'd be able to feel her energy and follow it back to the fae, but she preferred to not use her magic if possible, at least for right now. getting their drinks from the bar, the witch sipped at her's through the straw, the bite of the alcohol hitting her tongue and burning down her throat.
" o-oh, s-sorry. i didn't m-mean t-to make you--you worry, agatha, " the woman offered an apologetic smile towards her companion, dual colored eyes flicking down to her drink, watching the ice slowly shift as it melted in the booze, " w-work hasn't been aw-awful, " another sip of her beverage before she looked back up towards the blonde woman, " but a break i-is nice. i'm... certain i c-could've a-asked si-sir pheles for the time off. " would that mean she was actually given a chance to relax her muscles and enjoy herself? not particularly. something was always going on that required extra hands, and murasaki was a veteran exorcist at this point, so she was the one they would call in to show up on scene.
" i-i'm... i'm e-excited. it's been a-a-a while since i've ha-had a massage. " how many years ago at this point? it didn't matter to a creature of time.
@rigelig
soryn parks his motorcycle on the street and makes his way across to the park, his lunchbox in hand. he loves coming out here for his lunch break, enjoying the gentle breeze, the warmth of the sun on his skin and the general ambiance around him. it was truly the perfect spot. he sits at one of the benches. from here he could see the gazebo that a few other people were eating at, the playground that some kids were climbing all over, as well as the pond that wasn't too far off that was usually a home to some canadian geese during the spring and summer. soryn would sometimes watch parents urge their kids to head to the pond and feed them bits of bread, watching in amusement how the birds would sometimes frighten the kids.
he opens his lunchbox and crosses one leg over the other as he balances his lunch on his lap. soryn doesn't even need anything at all, and yet there was a desire to blend in. to appear, for all intents and purposes, normal and human. there was a small bottle of water, a sandwich, some crackers and slices of cheese, orange slices, and some oreos. he lifts up the sandwich and brings it toward his mouth when something in his peripheral makes him stop. soryn's gaze lifts and, much to his surprise, it was a priest approaching him after he told a couple of kids to run off toward the playground. he watches the priest sit down, quirking a brow at him. he didn't think one would even want to get this close to him.
" i figured my attire and my tattoos and piercings would be enough to keep priests away. " he says, a hint of an amused smile forming on his lips before he finally takes a bite of his sandwich. soryn chews, swallows. his gaze moves back to the priest. " or do you think i have a soul to save? "
ah— so he knows? interesting. he was at least an intelligent enough man to say it relatively quietly, too. soryn wonders, has he had experience with demons? he seems to be able to recognize one right off the bat, but in soryn's own defense, despite how much he wishes to blend in while living amongst humans, he still wanted to stand out as something not entirely human himself. maybe he wanted people to wonder, to do a double take when they see him. it amused him the most when kids stopped to stare and their parents quickly ushered them along, telling them to not give someone like soryn the time of day.
in the end, no one else knew. coworkers, boss, friends, no one. until now, that is. soryn finds himself curious, wanting to know more, wanting to know how this man figured it out after laying eyes on him.
" brats, huh? " soryn asks with a laugh now, his gaze moving back to the two young boys playing on the playground, climbing all over it and laughing as they chase after each other. his amused smile returns to his lips and he looks back to the priest. " here i assumed all priests took a vow of celibacy. "
negotiating with toddlers was certainly an experience, and, if he had to make a comparison, it would be like negotiating with demons. if not worse. the boys were clamoring to go to the park as soon as the day began. initially, shiro said no, but how could he possibly resist the looks on their faces? with a heavy sigh, he told the twins to finish their lunch, promising him that they would help clean up the chapel and courtyard when they returned home. and they better behave.
the priest walked along the sidewalk with his sons, both hands occupied by holding their much smaller ones so they didn't stray from him, or get snatched up. he did always tell rin that no one would want to snatch him up, he's too much of a hassle sometimes.
reaching the gates of the park, he released their hands and told them to go knock themselves out. he surveyed the area for a moment, watching as the boys made their way towards the playground equipment with the other children before his eyes moved towards the benches. with a quirked brow, and an amused smirk curling the edge of his mouth, he stalked over. the closer he got to the other, the more the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. a demon. casually sitting in the park, eating their lunch, certainly a sight to see. and he didn't miss how beautiful they were, either.
he seated himself politely next to the demon, moving to fish his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket alongside a lighter.
" pfft -- " shiro sputtered out a slight laugh as he lit his cigarette, leaning back against the bench while pushing his lighter back into his breast pocket, " you and i both know the souls of demons can't be saved, " right out with it he was, making sure to speak evenly, but low enough that no other parent in the park could hear him, " i'm not here for business, just had to take my little brats here to get their energy out. " that sentence was said with a great fondness in his tone, the man throwing an arm over the back of the bench while he took a long drag from his cigarette.
soryn just can't help but snort at his answer, laughing now. oh, how amusing he is for a man. is he merely a man since he knew what the demon was so quickly? or is there something more to him? he isn't sure, but he does feel curious. " you find kids in the damnedest of places, i guess. " soryn says, casting a glance in the direction of the priest, the pupils of his eyes narrowing into slits as his shoulders lightly shake from his laughter.
his gaze averts and focuses on the pond once again. there's silence from him for a moment before he sighs. " doing the same job for over four thousand years wears you down. " soryn tells him, taking another bite of his sandwich, washing it down with water. " i was the grand judge of hell. i did love it, once, but there's nothing like seeing the worst, the absolute worst, in humanity every day for most of your life. " he shakes his head, shoulders sinking as he sighs again.
" finally, i... i had to leave. i had to find the joy in life again, so i came up here. at first i had absolutely no idea what i wanted to do. " soryn chuckles, glancing at the priest again. " there was someone i quickly became friends with who helped me secure an apartment and found a job for me. " his reaches up, pinching the fabric of his uniform, lightly tugging it away from his chest. " part-time mechanic. " he lets the fabric go, smoothing it out. " i enjoy it a lot. working with my hands is quite nice. " soryn smiles. he's certainly found a love for hands-on hobbies over the past couple of years, too.
" then, about a year later, a modeling agent came in with her car, needed some part replaced, and she was just... watching me. finally, after i got the part replaced, she just looked at me, gave me her card and said if i ever thought about modeling, to give her a call. " it was still a little funny to think about. maybe she saw potential under the smudges of old oil and the unflattering uniform. " i hadn't thought about it, but the second she gave me that card, i started to. so, part-time mechanic, part-time model as well. quite a peculiar combination, i'm sure, but... it makes me happy. "
shiro couldn't help but release another laugh, following by a scoffing noise. the moment he gained his freedom from asylum, he was doing all sorts of things a holy man shouldn't, all because he wanted to. shiro wasn't a man of morals when it came to a lot of bullshit that made no sense.
" found the poor things abandoned in a dumpster, " he began in an amused tone, a sideways smirk on his lips as he talked passed his cigarette, " bein' the kind, generous man i am, i took 'em in. " the priest spared the demon a sideways glance before he went back to watching the twins playing. rin was all over the place, dragging yukio along with him.
" care to tell me why a demon is sitting out in the open? " he raised a brow curiously, tilting his head slightly to observe the demon more closely. the yellow of their eyes, the pitch black hair, the oil and grease stains on their work uniform, all of it mixed together to create a radiant creature.
her heart is pounding, her mind is racing. it was easy enough to jump to conclusions, to fear the worst, to fear hayden has done just what she's accusing him of. " don't. d-don't do that. i-i'm— i-i'm n-not the smartest, b-but i'm not stupid. " agatha shakes her head, crossing her arms over her stomach as she moves away from him. she can't believe this. how could he? she knows hayden is protective, arguably overly so, but... but this?
agatha ignores his question, shaking her head again while tears brim her eyes. " a-am i— ami just s-s-supposed t-to believe it's coincidence that they ended up dead a-after— after i f-finally opened up to you? " she was rarely angry, mostly because she had difficulty staying angry, but now she's staring up at him, incredulous, livid. she doesn't understand why hayden would do this. sure, it hadn't happened all that long ago and was still painfully fresh in agatha's mind, but still. why? what would either of them gain from it? " i— i-i t-told you i didn't resent them. i d-didn't w-want them to hurt! "
@fiorserpen | “are they dead? did you kill them?” / aggie to hayden :3c
i froze for a moment at her question, quickly retracing every step i have taken up until now. there should be no way she knows of what i've done to those who caused her so much pain and anguish, enough of it that she scarred her beautiful fucking body over it. but i remained calm, cool, collected -- it was what i was best at. i had to be given my position, my profession. i couldn't be so easily swayed. so easily read. no, that wasn't an option for someone like me; a lawyer and killer.
" aggie, " i began a little firmly, more so than i imagined or wanted to, " i can only tell you that they are, in fact, dead, but i didn't kill them, " lies were so easy to make, so easily twisted off my tongue, " though, i would be lying if i said i didn't wish i had. they were awful fucking people, and bad things happen to awful people, aggie. why are you so concerned about them? " because her heart was too fucking big for her body. this woman loved and cared deeply for many things... it's what i love and adore about her, what draws me even closer to her. she's not like anyone else.
@rigelig
her hands shaking, she fumbles with her keys, finally getting the front door of the shop unlocked. figuring she wouldn't yet have any customers, agatha flips the window sign from 'closed' to 'open', hurrying to the counter and dropping her bag right next to the register. opening it, she rummages for her pocket mirror and the makeup she started carrying with her not too long ago. since this relationship started, in fact. she'd never worn it before, save for maybe some lipgloss and pretty eyeshadow she's found, but now it was foundation and blush, too. whatever that would cover up the bruises.
agatha swallows thickly, having to calm herself again for a moment before starting to apply the foundation. her hands still tremble and her vision is still blurry with tears, so it's hard to make out her reflection in the mirror. she sniffles and quickly dries her eyes, not seeing the person approaching the shop, not scrambling to put everything away until she hears the bell above the door. she dreaded that sound today. agatha casts a quick glance upward toward the man that entered the shop before looking away.
she straightens up, trying her best to compose herself in this moment. she didn't even get to finish her makeup, so agatha can't bring herself to give the customer her full attention, head turned away as she tries to get words to leave her mouth. " w-w-welcome t-to— to 'd-d-down to the hart', sir. h-how may i h-help y-you t-t-today? " agatha struggles in vain to keep her voice even and not stutter, but it's even more difficult than usual. it always is after an altercation with her boyfriend, which... in retrospect, was becoming increasingly common.