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just a friendly reminder that elva is over here now along with some other characters
psa! i am moving elva to my new multi! it’s still kind of a mess, though, so i’m sorry
paathos:
he’ll probably stick the print out to the fridge with a magnet and put a big question mark in the margins, and hopefully vern will get the hint. elva’s reply makes kit smile, then look at the house and nod.
❝ i hope so. ❞
She looks the place over again before holding the paper back out to Kit. It was nice and suburban and looked like it would give them plenty of room for all those animals they’d end up having. She grins and clicks her tongue.
“You two lovebirds gonna move before or after you get married? Or are you gonna be one’a those couples that just stay engaged f’rever.”
paathos:
@conditionalapparition!
❝ quick question for you. ❞
with a possibility of moving six or so hours away from brooklyn and knowing he can probably find work in rochester, kit’s been looking at ranch-style houses in the lancaster area. he holds out a picture of one of the houses that he’s sure vern will like. the massive backyard is a plus.
❝ i haven’t told vern yet. ❞
Her eyebrows furrow at the paper she’s handed but she looks it over and smiles. She always just sort of figured that he and Vern would just stay at the season’s place, but the house Kit’s found seems like it would fit the two of them nicely.
“Haven’t told ‘em? I think they’ll notice when y’start boxin’ stuff up. --But if the question is whether ‘r not they’ll like it, I think they will.”
five times kissed for coyote bye
five times kissed.
one.
coyote had been painfully shy at first. ( and it’s not just their catholic upbringing— they’ve just never considered sleeping with someone until they met ben and elva. ) it’d been slow going, elva’s fingers brushing down their arm as she moves past them or ben standing close as he and the prophet whip up batter for pancakes.
they’re rifling through their duffel of clothes, trying to find a shirt they’re sure hasn’t been misplaced, but the shiver that runs down their spine from elva pressing a kiss to the nape of their neck is worth the fuzzy feeling.
two.
they’ve been lazing around all day, vic sprawled across them in a show that she’s comfortable enough in a house with a werewolf and two puppies to do that. ben’s been asleep since eleven am or so, but that full moon was pretty rough, and coyote can hear him quietly snoring away in his room.
it’s cool fingers on their cheek that makes them twitch, but then elva laughs and presses a kiss to their forehead. vic ruins it by licking the ghost’s face, but then coyote laughs because the little mutt looks pleased with herself.
three.
it’s the first time that ben and elva manage to cajole coyote into joining them. they’ve been reluctant, keen to sit outside on the balcony while things go on behind closed doors. but it takes elva sitting in their lap ( their hands going to her sides ) and ben watching this entire business from his position in the doorway to his room.
she’s gentle about it, just a slight press of her lips against theirs, but it’s all elva really needs to do before she tugs coyote up. the door clicks quietly as it closes and there’s a laugh from the room.
four.
it’d been daisy and dandy that had woken coyote up, pressing cold noses to their bare side. vic’s still a little warm when they press their hand to her side and sink to their knees beside the little mutt with a quiet exclamation in spanish. ( oh, baby. i’m so sorry. ) coyote searches around the apartment for a bedsheet to cover vic, waking ben and elva in the process. elva cries and ben makes coyote sit as he spreads a sheet over the wiry coated dog.
ben kisses coyote on the head, a lingering kiss, before he takes vic off to get cremated. elva sits beside them and they feel bad that she cried, if the little kiss they press to her cheek is any sigh. ( the vet says it was a wonder that vic, a dog of very uncertain breeding, survived nearly fourteen years. coyote puts the little paw-print covered urn on the fireplace and ties vic’s yellow bandanna around it. the vet gave them a paper with vic’s paw prints on it and that’s tucked under the urn. )
five.
there’s a bite bruise ( no, hickey ) to the base of coyote’s throat, courtesy of ben, and half-shaped finger bruises from elva across their ribs, but they don’t particularly care that people will notice. the prophet’s sprawled on their belly on the floor, their chin resting lightly on daisy’s side as the catahoula cur slumbers away in the lazy afternoon humidity. elva’s perched on their hips, idly combing through their red-tailed hawk-esque wings for loose feathers.
daisy growls in her sleep at the way coyote twitches when elva presses a kiss between their shoulder blades. it does accomplish what she was must want, because her hum as coyote’s gold eyes lock on her reverberates through their body.
paathos:
her reaction makes him smile, something he hides behind the rim of his own coffee cup. deimos is glad she took it, because wasting good coffee ( in his opinion ) seems almost like commiting murder. he does hum in response, though, and set his cup down on the nearest surface to extend a hand.
❝ deimos. ❞ no one ever believes he’s that guy so it works.
She puts both hands around the cup because despite how hot it still is, she needs the heat from it to stay warm at all-- especially if she’ll be shaking hands with someone. Elva grabs the hand with a nod and a smile still on her face. He’s right not to think anything of telling her his real name, since she thinks it might just be a coincidence or something.
“Deimos? Sounds like your parents wanted you t’be a magician ‘r something. But-- I’m Elva.”
paathos:
@conditionalapparition!
❝ coffee? ❞
who knows why the barista gave him a second small cup, but it’s not like deimos really needs two cups of coffee. he brandishes the steaming cup like a peace offering, well aware of what the girl is and the terror that clings to her like a second skin. he hates seeing victims like this, who chose a different route, because it may mean their inflictor is still out there.
❝ barista gave me a free cup. ❞
Honestly, she’s a little hesitant to take something from a stranger like this, even still. But she does need the coffee and she doesn’t really think he could have done anything to it in such a short amount of time, doesn’t really think he’ll ask for anything in return, so after a moment long pause, she smiles and takes it from him.
“--Thank you!”
paathos:
she likes company, even if she’s not expecting it. princess m is not the best conversational partner, given she meows and purrs over everything coin does. a hand is flapped at elva as she tosses paper towels down to soak up the milk and soaked cheerios. coin’s not going to deny the grin.
❝ pretty bird. — … no, pretty girl. ❞
She wants to just laugh the compliment off but all she can manage is a smile and a slight shake of her head. Elva didn’t feel much like dealing with any further insistence if she rebuffed the kind words, so instead she just smiles again and very gently taps one of Coin’s cheeks.
“Thank you. So’re you, y’know.”
paathos:
@conditionalapparition!
it’s not that she wasn’t expecting people to randomly drop by or just show up in her apartment, but she does mourn the bowl of cheerios and spilled milk on the floor. she’s also glad for plastic bowls, which she bends to pick up and toss in the sink.
❝ hi, polly. ❞
She knows she probably shouldn’t just stop by like this but after another episode-- even if it didn’t last long and nothing really happened-- she didn’t want to be on her own. She probably should have called before just showing up, or not have come at all but it was a little late for that now. She’ll smile a little, her eyebrows lifting at the name.
“Polly? What kind’a jab’s that?”
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paathos:
they loop their arms around in return, a little sigh escaping them when she starts running her hands up and down between their shoulder blades. ❝ don’t worry, alright? i’m sure we can help you with this. ❞ coyote presses a kiss to the crown of her head at her words and despite the fact that they trouble the prophet, it’s not as scary as they thought it would be.
despite not knowing how reassuring their words actually are, coyote moves back so they can lift elva up, press a kiss to her shoulder, and move towards ben’s room. they really don’t mind that elva doesn’t know when it’s going to happen.
❝ it’s a bit like my visions? but you’re not alone. ❞
Everything they do aids in making her feel better, though there still seems to be a pit in her stomach. She didn’t really think that they could figure out a way to help her with it, even with the guidance of another poltergeist. It just didn’t seem realistic to her.
Her eyebrows knit together when they back away but in no time she is clinging to Coyote, her head touching their shoulder. She doesn’t feel like she’s apologize nearly enough to them, and that’s not even taking into account the apology she needs to give Morgan. Elva sighs kisses the corner of their mouth.
“Thank you, baby. Thank you for saying that I---” She sighs, “I’m sorry. Thank you for puttin’ up with me an’ all this. I love you.”
paathos:
❝ elva! ❞
they’d been distracted by the misbehaving lights, but hearing her say their name makes them focus on her again, eyes gaining more gold when they take in her own blues. coyote takes a step closer, pauses, and settles for extending a hand and blinking at her. the apologetic look in her eyes confuse them, but they’ll settle for that over emptiness and twitchy fingers.
❝ hi, tiny. ❞
Part of her just wants to cry, considering the mess she feels she’s made once again. Her bottom lip even juts out slightly like it almost always does, but instead she just comes back over and closes her arms around Coyote’s middle. Elva’s forehead rests against their chest and one of her hands run up and down between their shoulder blades.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I thought I could--- I just-- I don’t think I c’n---” She inhales, briefly wondering if she really wants to tell them this. She thought it might worry them more (and everyone else, because she was sure Coyote would tell Ben and Rowan), but maybe they needed to know for everyone’s safety.
“I don’t-- think I c’n tell when it’s gonna happen anymore.”
paathos:
they hesitate a moment, then turn their palm over so she can continue to run her fingers through their hand. the lights growing brighter doesn’t go unnoticed, but their eyes are focused on elva, curiosity replacing the faint unease.
❝ come home. ❞
coyote wants to take her hand, but they’re not entirely sure if it would work or not. instead, they find hope in the fact that her eyes aren’t really dark anymore.
“Home?”
Home-- did she know where that was? She twitches again, hands finally gaining some pigment as she drags a finger down the center line of Coyote’s palm. She wasn’t sure if it would work or if she’d pass right through them again, but the feeling was starting to make her even more off.
Elva takes a step back and shakes her head, half turning away from the prophet and covering her face with one of her hands. The lights continue to dim and brighten, different ones doing the opposite things at the same time before they all settle on a setting almost back to normal. She shakes her head again and looks up, bright cerulean eyes already looking apologetically at the prophet.
“Coyote?”