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i'm rarely speechless but i speak less than you might imagine
Who: Eames // Cayde-6
What: Misc happenings
When: September
Where: Around
[juuust a catch all because it turns out there's a bunch of little things to collate.]
[hit me up if you want anything specific!!]
What: Misc happenings
When: September
Where: Around
[juuust a catch all because it turns out there's a bunch of little things to collate.]
[hit me up if you want anything specific!!]
early september
[It helps that the house is familiar, that the dog and the horses are here, and that he generally feels safe with Eames' magic to protect them in case things start to get too reminiscent of Deerington. He likes living with Eames more than he's willing to admit, for a variety of reasons, but luckily neither of them are eager to broach that subject. It helps that there's been plenty to distract him. Getting a sense of the town and more importantly learning about his powers has been more than a fulltime job since he arrived, and when he's not up in Gaze reading about them he's often out in Eames' backyard practicing.]
[That's where he is right now. He's holding a dagger, flicking his wrist to set it alight with flames and swiping the air, trying to make maintaining the fire second nature as he moves. It's weird and exciting, being able to wield these elemental forces, but Arthur's doing his best to make it look like homework.]
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[Arthur's been at this a while, long enough for Eames to take Boxer for a walk and pick up food for the horses (god this is a weird life,) and he comes out to the garden with coffees for them both.]
How's it going?
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I think it's getting easier. I don't have to think so much, you know?
[He takes his coffee with a smile.]
How's your morning?
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I'm having to go over some of Boxer's training with him, but otherwise it was relatively quiet.
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Everything's new for all of us, but I'm sure he'll get the hang of it.
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@sam "reincarnated into a fuckboy" winchester
Fundamentally, Eames doesn't want to be seen here (at least not yet,) but he does want to check it out. So it's Kathryn's time to shine. She's been dancing, not seen any faces one might recognise just yet, but it's fun. Reminds her in some ways of clubs that straddle the veil between Faery and the mortal realm, where the inhuman becomes flavour; just another part of the appeal.
But it's breaktime now. Time to catch her breath and enjoy this drink. God it sure would be awful if someone were to try and talk to her right now.
Time to shine, bruh
Ever since he came back- came here- he's been different. A better hunter, more focused, more fun. More open to letting go a little bit and enjoying himself. Why shouldn't he? Hasn't he paid enough, already? Let him go to a friggin club and have a friggin drink.
Let him notice the beautiful brunette who appears at the bar. Let him look over and smile. Give a little nod of recognition but not move to get out of his seat. Just raise his glass and give a big ol' helping of hazel doe eyes. Maybe a wink.
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"I didn't expect to see another Sleeper down here," she says, leaning on her elbows on the bar, "doesn't seem like most peoples' scene."
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Sam glances around at the atmosphere and shrugs a little bit, turning to face her more. Posture open. Emotions even. Flirty. If Eames... Kathryn is one to be able to read such things, Sam is a wall is serene nothing. Easy. Uncomplicated. Focused on her.
"I like it down here. A little less..." what's the word.
"Vanilla."
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He's lucky he's cute because that was awful. She half wonders if this is how he usually talks to women and if it works, but Kathryn snorts and nods, smile still bright and inviting. Might as well see if he gets any better at this.
"Ah, so perfect for a spicy boy like you." Yes she's making fun of him.
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@dean "revenge fuckboy" winchester
[Kathryn's posted herself up at a bar, found herself a little table to enjoy a drink (a pale ale, for the curious,) while she does some people watching. But it's Kathryn so her body language is open — inviting, even — smiling at anyone who makes eye contact. Like maybe a demon hunter who needs a drink after sucking at communication with his boyfriend.]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzsDkEbDJCE
So here he is, wandering in and heading straight for the bar, jaw clenched as he orders something strong, doesn't matter what it is.
He almost doesn't notice the woman beside him - mostly because he's hung up on a fucking angel and has been for months (years, tbh), but Cas wants to fuck around and have slumber parties so Dean can, too. So when he does notice her, he flashes a smile, body language shifting from defensive to something more friendly and open. ]
Hey.
wtf this song fucks
Come here often?
[mad cheesy and she knows it. look at that grin.]
kehkehkeh
Besides, the line she throws him is funny and he actually laughs, leaning against the bar, properly facing her. ]
Surprisingly, no. This is my first time in this joint. How about you?
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jeez i guess dean is just the favourite today
Hey-- Dean right?
[Come drink with him!!]
have you seen him i mean come on
Hey -- I remember you. Cayde, right? With the laser bomb thingies.
eh he's a solid b+
[It's space magic don't worry about it.]
Come on, I'll buy you a drink.
excuse
[ Well that perks his ass right up. ]
Sweet. Thanks. How've you been? End up in the arena again?
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hella backdated (sept 20-23)
jfc i know i said i'd be busy but where did september go][It's potentially ironic that, during a month when people are encouraged to leave the past behind, Eames opts to do his own ritual. Something of home. He’s not tethered to the seasons here, but Mabon is important. Especially for an Unseelie.]
[These are human rituals, but Eames reasons it out the same way he did in Deerington; that here, he is the interloper making offerings to the spirits of a place. And whilst he still doesn't understand the scope of the creatures and beings of this place, he knows that respect is often one of the most important things you can give to that which is more powerful than yourself. That whose home you inhabit. Eames is reticent to go against that for no reason.]
[The altar is nothing special; what garden space they have belongs to the horses, (though perhaps renting a stable is a good idea-- something to think about,) so it gets set up on the extremely out of place house he has in Crenshaw. Candles (and incense) alongside what fruit and grain he could find and spare. A mirror, angled so as to reflect the moon. It’s not much (god did he have to barter a lot for an apple of all things,) though the mushrooms seem… Happy? Plentiful at least.]
[Find him tending to it in the mornings, or sat after a long day. Candles lit as he sips a drink.]
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[It's quite romantic, he thinks, to practice these old traditions when they truly mean something to you. When they actually work on some level. It makes him feel a rush of affection for Eames. So he's gentle when he approaches, murmuring a soft "hey" and then reaching out to brush some of Eames' hair back.]
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Hey.
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Mabon already, hm?
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21st
The last time he was up on this doorstep he'd been in crisis. This time he comes bearing gifts.
Sorry Eames, Arthur told him where you live and honestly the house is Hella easy to find.
So knock knock, fucker]
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Raleigh, hi. Arthur's not in, I'm afraid.
[what else would he even be here for.]
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Raleigh looks slightly disappointed but recovers quickly, sparing a moment to give Boxer a wink. Hello good boy.]
That's alright, I wasn't looking to stay.
[He shifts his weight from and slides his welcome bag off his shoulder. It's scent proof which means he's been able to travel all the way from Feed without getting hungry beasts on his ass. He speaks as he drops to his knee to get out the rather large parcel he's got in there, wrapped with butcher paper and twine. A fat, fresh rosemary sprig is tied into the knot.]
It's good to see you, man. I thought we'd said goodbye forever. Gotta say we spent a long time wondering what woulda happened if we'd gone with with you.
[Ultimately though, the risk had been too great and they'd said goodbye.
Raleigh offers the parcel which is about the size of a large shoebox and fairly heavy.]
Figured you might be missing home. Thought a decent meal might help.
[That's all this is. Just something nice from friends.]
Careful, there's eggs in here.
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