Love the Nightlife

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aoiumikitsune13:

ladydoppler:

aoiumikitsune13:

War could sense Lady behind the door. She was probably looking through that little glass hole by now. Well, she wouldn’t be looking directly at his face, considering his head was only a mere ten inches from the ceiling. Mortals had such low ceilings nowadays. Where humans getting shorter or what?

“Special delivery of one fiery Persian for a hot night of passion, guaranteed.” The Horseman teased, “Presenting your personal boy toy; porn star quality assured.”

A heartbeat later, the door was open and Lady was flinging herself into War’s arms. She hugged him tightly, grinning with delight as she pressed her face against his shoulder. 

“I hoped you might come by!” After their last outing together, Lady wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d wanted to stay away for a while. “Here, come inside!” 

Well, that was quite a big hug. Lady had more strength than he thought, rather than just weather abilities. Returning the hug gently, so he would not hurt her, the Horseman was wearing a smirk from ear to ear. Goodness, Lady smelled nicely.

“Let’s just say I have a sixth sense about when my Lady needs my company.” War said with a smug expression as he walked inside, “Any plans for tonight?”

“Weeellll,” she drawled, swinging her hips a little as she walked in front of him, “I hope you won’t be too upset if I want to stay in this realm this time? I need a bit of a breather after that last visit.” She smiled at him, hoping he’d understand that she didn’t blame him for what had happened with the Camazotz. 

Taking a break from the supernatural world was fine with the Horseman. Truthfully, he needed a breather. He wanted a night where he would not have to worry if something could or would go wrong.

“I understand completely.” War replied with a small nod, “Besides, it would be fun to get out in the human world to see what has changed. Whatever you’d like to do… however…” He looked down at his suit of armor, tapping his chin in thought. “And I’m assuming I can’t really walk around like this unless I want to cause some heart attacks…”

Love the Nightlife

ladydoppler:

aoiumikitsune13:

ladydoppler:

aoiumikitsune13:

The last date the two of them had was not really the best. War still felt horrible over what happened. It had been way too close. The Horseman had not felt fear like such in a long, long while. Hell, the last time he had that particular feeling was when he… well… when he saved his sister and her family. But now, Lady was his weakness. He would have to make sure this stayed secluded for now. Hell, the Camazotz almost killed her to get to him, who would try next?!

Horsemen were not supposed to have a lover. His brother, Death, learned that the hard way. Muriann and Death had ten years of bliss together, and then the old king of hell killed her. Death’s wife was murdered brutally and it nearly broke the Horseman. How many centuries did Death spend mourning her? War was determined not to let something of the sort happen with Lady.

Clearing his throat, the Horseman gave a deep sigh as he knocked on her apartment door. Hopefully Lady would not mind a visit…

Since things had been quiet at the museum (the summer tourist crowd hadn’t started pouring into the city yet), Bernard had let Lady have the afternoon off. She’d headed back to her apartment to change, and was now lounging on her couch, trying to decide what to do with the rest of the evening. 

Dammit, she wanted to go out somewhere! But all her friends were busy, and clubbing wasn’t as much fun by herself. Maybe a movie …

Then she heard the knock at the front door. Her eyes widened a little, and she headed over to take a look through the peephole. Someone with as many enemies as she had couldn’t be too careful. “Who is it?” 

War could sense Lady behind the door. She was probably looking through that little glass hole by now. Well, she wouldn’t be looking directly at his face, considering his head was only a mere ten inches from the ceiling. Mortals had such low ceilings nowadays. Where humans getting shorter or what?

“Special delivery of one fiery Persian for a hot night of passion, guaranteed.” The Horseman teased, “Presenting your personal boy toy; porn star quality assured.”

A heartbeat later, the door was open and Lady was flinging herself into War’s arms. She hugged him tightly, grinning with delight as she pressed her face against his shoulder. 

“I hoped you might come by!” After their last outing together, Lady wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d wanted to stay away for a while. “Here, come inside!” 

Well, that was quite a big hug. Lady had more strength than he thought, rather than just weather abilities. Returning the hug gently, so he would not hurt her, the Horseman was wearing a smirk from ear to ear. Goodness, Lady smelled nicely.

“Let’s just say I have a sixth sense about when my Lady needs my company.” War said with a smug expression as he walked inside, “Any plans for tonight?”

Love the Nightlife

ladydoppler:

aoiumikitsune13:

The last date the two of them had was not really the best. War still felt horrible over what happened. It had been way too close. The Horseman had not felt fear like such in a long, long while. Hell, the last time he had that particular feeling was when he… well… when he saved his sister and her family. But now, Lady was his weakness. He would have to make sure this stayed secluded for now. Hell, the Camazotz almost killed her to get to him, who would try next?!

Horsemen were not supposed to have a lover. His brother, Death, learned that the hard way. Muriann and Death had ten years of bliss together, and then the old king of hell killed her. Death’s wife was murdered brutally and it nearly broke the Horseman. How many centuries did Death spend mourning her? War was determined not to let something of the sort happen with Lady.

Clearing his throat, the Horseman gave a deep sigh as he knocked on her apartment door. Hopefully Lady would not mind a visit…

Since things had been quiet at the museum (the summer tourist crowd hadn’t started pouring into the city yet), Bernard had let Lady have the afternoon off. She’d headed back to her apartment to change, and was now lounging on her couch, trying to decide what to do with the rest of the evening. 

Dammit, she wanted to go out somewhere! But all her friends were busy, and clubbing wasn’t as much fun by herself. Maybe a movie …

Then she heard the knock at the front door. Her eyes widened a little, and she headed over to take a look through the peephole. Someone with as many enemies as she had couldn’t be too careful. “Who is it?” 

War could sense Lady behind the door. She was probably looking through that little glass hole by now. Well, she wouldn’t be looking directly at his face, considering his head was only a mere ten inches from the ceiling. Mortals had such low ceilings nowadays. Where humans getting shorter or what?

“Special delivery of one fiery Persian for a hot night of passion, guaranteed.” The Horseman teased, “Presenting your personal boy toy; porn star quality assured.”

Love the Nightlife

The last date the two of them had was not really the best. War still felt horrible over what happened. It had been way too close. The Horseman had not felt fear like such in a long, long while. Hell, the last time he had that particular feeling was when he… well… when he saved his sister and her family. But now, Lady was his weakness. He would have to make sure this stayed secluded for now. Hell, the Camazotz almost killed her to get to him, who would try next?!

Horsemen were not supposed to have a lover. His brother, Death, learned that the hard way. Muriann and Death had ten years of bliss together, and then the old king of hell killed her. Death’s wife was murdered brutally and it nearly broke the Horseman. How many centuries did Death spend mourning her? War was determined not to let something of the sort happen with Lady.

Clearing his throat, the Horseman gave a deep sigh as he knocked on her apartment door. Hopefully Lady would not mind a visit…

Track 11: So This is a Date

heister-and-firefighter:

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“Eeeek!” Thalia screamed in shock,. Watching such rough landing, she ran inmediately to help him, ignoring his wings.

“Sadon, Sadon! Are you OK? It’s me, Thalia!!! Dios, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you…” she pulled him closer, giving him a soft hug. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

Oh… it was her. Sadon had been so busy with his work, he had completely forgotten about giving his scales to Thalia. Making a mental note to never give out scales again, the hybrid would probably give her parchment next time. It was not such a strong pull of magic.

As Thalia hugged him, Sadon noticed exactly how close his face was to her… chest… area. A loud purr could be heard from his throat. Snapping out of it, the hybrid then cleared his throat. He had to get ahold of himself. It would be bad if he jumped the girl.

“I’ll be fine…” Sadon managed to say in a calm voice, “Summoning spells aren’t my forte…”

“So I did magia? Awesome!” A childish grin shone upon her lips. She could be so innocent, that she believed that purr was just another expression of happiness. Oh, if only she knew!

“I’m so sorry I didn’t call you earlier, it’s just that a lot of cosas happened recently. Now my brother is sleeping and my friend-sister Tal isn’t here, so I thought of you…” Lifting a hand, she caressed gently his hair.

“You’re my only amigo, Sadon…” Smiling quietly, she blushed a bit. “Would you like if we go somewhere to have fun together?”

“Sort of…” Sadon replied, trying not to roll his eyes.

The girl really did not know how complicated magic could be. One always had to be careful. If a spell backfired, even simple one, there was a price to pay. Hence, this was why the dragon Halfling was always cautious. Even with the damn summoning spells. A summoning spell could really be done by anyone… if directions were followed.

He cleared his throat, and admitted, “To be honest, I really was not… expecting to be called.” It was true. He thought the girl was just being nice and knew better than to get his hopes up for any reason.

Flicking an ear, the hybrid was sure there was leftover smoke in his ear. “… go somewhere?” His eyes were looking at her in disbelief.

Net is down… hate these summer storms.

Sorry guys. Just got net on my phone. x.x

Track 11: So This is a Date

heister-and-firefighter:

aoiumikitsune13:

heister-and-firefighter:

The events of the last days had left Thalia exhausted. After their encounter with Miss Ritchi, Jason was inventing plenty of excuses to avoid the meeting, as if he was afraid of something. Of course, that couldn’t be possible, Jason was a robot without fear!

Or, at least, that was what Thalia believed.

The previous day, Jason had gone out all the night long, and he hadn’t come back until early hours of the morning. Today, he had tried (again) to fix her glitch. In the end he had managed to reduce her glitches to one mistake per phrase, and after that, he had plunged himself to the nearest socket to sleep and recharge his batteries. Talula wasn’t there either, So Thalia found herself feeling very lonely.

But she didn’t have to feel that way. She had another friend in this city, right?

Thalia went to her room, and opened the drawer of her bedside table. There they are, Sadon’s scales. What had he told her in their first and only encounter…?

“If you burn these, I will come and find you.”

“Let’s see if the milagro happens…” she mused to herself, throwing a lit match over them.

“And… done. Finally.” Sadon wiped the sweat off of his head with a deep exhale, “That’s the last time I take a triple order for healing potions. Damn, what are those elves up to nowadays? Are the demons really getting that bad in the forest?” He sighed as he placed the bottles in a thick crate box.

And that was when he felt the pull.

The hybrid fretted. Who the hell was calling him at such a time?! What was wrong?! Besides, he had just finished a day’s worth of work without any sleep! Sadon just wanted to rest.

He protested, keeping his feet firmly grounded and tried not to unfurl his wings, “No, no, no, no-” And with a giant bang, the hybrid landed rather roughly on the ground in front of Thalia’s bed. The dragon Halfling muttered to himself, “… never, ever again… damn summoning spells…”

“Eeeek!” Thalia screamed in shock,. Watching such rough landing, she ran inmediately to help him, ignoring his wings.

“Sadon, Sadon! Are you OK? It’s me, Thalia!!! Dios, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you…” she pulled him closer, giving him a soft hug. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

Oh… it was her. Sadon had been so busy with his work, he had completely forgotten about giving his scales to Thalia. Making a mental note to never give out scales again, the hybrid would probably give her parchment next time. It was not such a strong pull of magic.

As Thalia hugged him, Sadon noticed exactly how close his face was to her… chest… area. A loud purr could be heard from his throat. Snapping out of it, the hybrid then cleared his throat. He had to get ahold of himself. It would be bad if he jumped the girl.

“I’ll be fine…” Sadon managed to say in a calm voice, “Summoning spells aren’t my forte…”

Track 11: So This is a Date

heister-and-firefighter:

The events of the last days had left Thalia exhausted. After their encounter with Miss Ritchi, Jason was inventing plenty of excuses to avoid the meeting, as if he was afraid of something. Of course, that couldn’t be possible, Jason was a robot without fear!

Or, at least, that was what Thalia believed.

The previous day, Jason had gone out all the night long, and he hadn’t come back until early hours of the morning. Today, he had tried (again) to fix her glitch. In the end he had managed to reduce her glitches to one mistake per phrase, and after that, he had plunged himself to the nearest socket to sleep and recharge his batteries. Talula wasn’t there either, So Thalia found herself feeling very lonely.

But she didn’t have to feel that way. She had another friend in this city, right?

Thalia went to her room, and opened the drawer of her bedside table. There they are, Sadon’s scales. What had he told her in their first and only encounter…?

“If you burn these, I will come and find you.”

“Let’s see if the milagro happens…” she mused to herself, throwing a lit match over them.

“And… done. Finally.” Sadon wiped the sweat off of his head with a deep exhale, “That’s the last time I take a triple order for healing potions. Damn, what are those elves up to nowadays? Are the demons really getting that bad in the forest?” He sighed as he placed the bottles in a thick crate box.

And that was when he felt the pull.

The hybrid fretted. Who the hell was calling him at such a time?! What was wrong?! Besides, he had just finished a day’s worth of work without any sleep! Sadon just wanted to rest.

He protested, keeping his feet firmly grounded and tried not to unfurl his wings, “No, no, no, no-” And with a giant bang, the hybrid landed rather roughly on the ground in front of Thalia’s bed. The dragon Halfling muttered to himself, “… never, ever again… damn summoning spells…”