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;; Alta

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"I… thank you." He bowed gratefully, the child in his arms making a small confused noise followed by a soft giggle. He straightened back up, his smile still on. "You are very kind. Again, I apologize for intruding… but you have both of our gratitude for allowing us to stay." His smile warmed, and he reached a finger to the child, who took it with both of her tiny hands and gurgled.

"My name is Yuu; this child is Shu-long." He again bowed, this time just with a nod of his head. He offered the woman a somewhat sheepish smile. "I.. also must apologize for getting your floor all wet. It is a bit of a downpour out there."

Another low roll of thunder crossed the sky, causing the child in his arms to freeze up. If they were still outside in the rain, she probably would have started crying again, but she felt safer in here. Yuu released a soft, relieved sigh, glad she wasn’t still freaking out.

Cicea's smile widened at the other's words. She backed away, mindful to not encroach on Yuu's personal space-- and as he bowed, she was tempted to do the same but caught herself before she followed through with the action. It would be an interesting experience for her to not have to express things through body language. It was something necessary in her life, and now that she no longer needed to, it was odd to be so... static.

But seeing as her company couldn't see, she wouldn't be able to convey much of anything through her actions.

However, as he introduced himself, she couldn't help bowing back-- and feeling a bit silly about it. Rolling her eyes at herself, she responded and introduced herself as well, "It's nice to meet you both. I'm Cicea. Shu-long is very cute, and I'm glad to see that you found shelter here. You poor things must've had quite the time out in this storm."

She'd nearly extended her hand for him to shake before she remembered he wouldn't have seen it. Her arm dropped back to her sides and she shook her head dismissively as she addressed his apology,"No, thats quite alright. It is raining rather fiercely so it's to be expected, so there's no reason to fret over it. I'd happily dry you off, however."

As the thunder rattled on in the distance, she paused, attention fixating on the child in Yuu's arms. Surprisingly, the child did not cry, though she was clearly still perturbed by the sharp clattering noise. A silent, amused laugh slipped past Cicea's lips. As the sound passed, she continued 'speaking'.

"That must've sounded rather strange-- I'm something of a sorceress is all, and I figure that you'd much prefer that your clothes weren't sticking to you."

;; Alta

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"Hello?" He called over somewhat uncertainly. "Is someone there? Forgive me for trespassing, I did not think this building was in use…" As he spoke, he stood, pulling the child close to his chest again and backing closer to the door. Even when he was calling out, his voice was soft, and his manner of speech polite.

"I only wanted to find shelter for the little one…" He continued, now certain there was somebody there. "I shall leave if I am not welcome." His heart sunk at the idea. It was hard enough finding this little town, let alone a place that was.. supposedly empty. All he wanted to do was keep Shu-long out of the rain for the night. But humans… they would chase him out if they knew. And… well, he couldn’t tell if this person was human or not. He assumed they were, but he’s been long out of practice with sensing those sorts of things, so he.. really had no clue.

He just hoped they were nice enough to at least let him keep Shu-long out of the rain…

Cicea watched as the other demon continued to soother the child, head canted to the side in fascination. It wasn't like it was the first time she'd seen a child, much less a human child, but babies just simply always managed to grab her attention. She was entirely riveted on the young thing, wanting nothing more than to simply walk up to and help comfort it, though she was snapped out of her reverie when the man's voice changed and was directed toward her instead.

It appeared that he'd finally noticed her. As he stepped back toward the door while speaking, she took several quick paces forward, hand extended forward, reaching in a gesture for him to stop. It took a moment for her to remember that the man was blind and wouldn't be able to see it. Mentally knocking herself upside the head, she pulled her hand back and stopped moving to keep from spooking him and sending him off. His general demeanor and the softness and apprehension in his voice spoke volumes of the things the pair had been subjected to in their doubtlessly long journeys. It made her heart ache with empathy, and swiftly solved her indecision.

With no reason to hesitate any longer, she took a deep breath before speaking to the other demon telepathically, hoping that he wouldn't be too startled by it ( but who was she kidding, there's no way it wouldn't freak him out even a little bit. ).

"Don't be afraid," she began quickly-- a silly thing to start with, all things considered... But alas, it was the best she could think to say on such short notice. On the bright side, at least, she'd laced it with a bit of suggestion to help ease his nerves.

"It's fine, you're welcome here," she continued, voice much less urgent and more soothing, "You are free to take shelter and weather the storm with me, it's alright. I am the only other being here, and the sole inhabitant. You've done no harm and none shall come to you." Cicea began approaching him once more, with slow and deliberate steps. While not loud, it was enough to alert him of her approach. Her gaze shifted between him and the child in his arms, finding no apparent likeness between the two-- though it became clear to her that the baby wasn't human either from the horns sprouting out from the tufts of hair on her head. This elicited a raised brow from her.

'Curious,' she thought to herself, as an amused smile pulling at her lips, 'Birds of a feather, I suppose.'

"While the accommodations aren't the most comfortable, I can give you both a place to sleep in peace," she offered, putting a hand gently on his shoulder.

;; Alta

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Luckily, he finally did find an entrance. Relief washed over him, and just as he began to turn the handle, some thunder rolled across the sky above. The first thunder he’s heard that night. Unfortunately, it frightened the child in his arms, and she began to wail loudly. Yuu darted inside, closing the door behind him before sinking onto the ground and finally pulling the bundle in his arms away from his chest.

"It’s alright, you’re alright, shh shh… it was just thunder, it isn’t going to hurt you, Shu-long. Do not worry, we are safe in here." As he cooed quietly to the child, her wailing quieted to soft crying. He bounced her gently, a small puddle forming below him as he dripped onto the floor. Well… at least the child had remained dry.

A sudden roll of thunder shocked Cicea awake, causing her to jump at the sudden, sharp noise. A silent groan left her lips as she dragged a hand tiredly down her face. It took her a moment before she realized there was someone-- or multiple people, rather, was in the library. What really woke her up, however, was the sound of a child. Her heart fluttered, and her hands clenched into fists without her realizing. Jealousy quietly bubbled at the back of her mind, as it always did when there was a child in her presence... but it was a good kind, if... jealousy could ever be considered a good thing. It was an admiring kind of jealousy.

She'd never really thought of having children before she'd lost the ability to have them. The realization was extremely painful for her and was akin to having giant rock-salts shoved into her wounds after the loss of her entire clan.

After a moment, she figured she should probably do something, considering they were trespassing. From the sounds of it, however, it seemed as though they were seeking shelter and it wouldn't be right to deny them that since there was a child involved, and a very young one at that. So, she pushed her blanket aside and stood up, dusting herself off and changing her appearance accordingly under the assumption that her unwitting visitors were human. She brushed her now chocolate hued locks out of her eyes, which remained their soft blue color, and threw her vaguely wavy hair back over her shoulders, as she'd undone her braids when she'd been reading. It reached down to her calves, quite a bit longer than how they usually appeared when she had it done up.

Once that was all done with, she straightened out her clothes, which had just been her navy dress shirt and black shorts, as she'd taken the rest off when she'd first returned 'home'. She cleared her throat and steeled herself to meet the man that had wandered into her library. Walking out of her aisle and into the spacious center aisle, she made her way towards the entrance, her foot falls muted against the rug. To be honest, she was actually rushing a little bit, because the thought of possibly being able to interact with the child made her almost embarrassingly giddy and excited.

After turning the corner around the last bookshelf before the door, she was quite surprised upon finding that her unexpected guest was also a demon. Though she couldn't express her shock vocally, her mouth hung open, and her feet halted abruptly-- nearly causing Cicea to trip over herself. It was enough to disrupt whatever vague attention she'd been paying to upholding her disguise, and her horns were once again sprouting from her head, and her hair shifted to a color not unlike that of her eyes. It had been a very long time since she'd last seen a fellow demon. This one didn't seem to be a celestial being like she was, however, and seemed to be of this world, if of another plane rather than the after life. He also seemed to be blind which gave her few options when it came to communications at this point, although it was nice not having to bring her disguise back up.

On the other hand, she was unsure if he'd noticed her presence yet, since he seemed rather preoccupied with comforting the crying child in his arms, and debated whether or not she should use her telepathic powers to say something. It would be rather rude of her and a little shocking, after all, to suddenly hear someone else's voice in your mind.

In her indecision, she gave the other demon a moment to perhaps notice her presence before she had to say anything, so he would at least know someone else was there. She'd learned the hard way that if people didn't see you, or in this case at least acknowledge your existence, they were terrified out of their wits by the sudden, mental intrusion and would panic, and that was the last thing she wanted, since that would surely also terrify the babe he held.

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{{ you got a problem with it, kid? >:C

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{{ it feels really nice to be noodling around on rp blogs again

;; Alta

If one were to pay no mind to the falling rain, the night was relatively quiet. Then again, most nights these days were, as the many days before were as well. Such was the existence of someone who had cooped themselves up in an old, abandoned library. Granted, she did go out now and again. Even a being of power as great as Cicea's had to come out and eat some time. Of course, going out was always a chore when considering the efforts she had to put forth to just set up a decent disguise, and then having to communicate with people-- it was just an all around pain.

Alas, such was the life of this demon. Rather pathetic, to be honest. Her ancestors would surely weep to see her in such a pitiful state-- banished from her home, essentially stripped of her name, and forced to hide out in the living world and/or wander the grey plains of Limbo... Then again, it wasn't particularly like she minded much. There wasn't anything left for her in Hell, and she found herself more at home in the Red Meadow. She could certainly lead a much more peaceful lifestyle... And the land of the living wasn't so bad, either. Most of the world was in an era of peace, and it was a nice place to go if she tired of the monotony of Limbo and the twisted souls that wandered there.

As things stood, she seemed to split a pretty even amount of time between the two worlds, though she'd been spending more time in the latter. It was entirely by chance that she'd happened upon this quaint town-- and its conveniently abandoned library, where she set up shop. No one came by it much anymore, as rumors had circulated among the town that it was haunted ( a notion that Cicea found brought her a good laugh ). For several years now, they'd discussed tearing the building down, but some whispers of suggestion on Cicea's part kept the building where it stood. It was simple enough to do-- just walking amongst the general populace in Old Town district and gently influencing passer-by's with a bit of fancy telepathy and magic seemed to do the trick.

The popular argument now was that the library, decrepit as it may have looked on the outside, was a relic of the town's past glory days and should be kept and cherished-- perhaps even restored. Either way, Cicea did a fair enough job keeping the inside tidy enough, in her opinion. She kept it clean enough; dusting every now and again, sweeping and mopping the floors, doing minor maintenance on the shelves and furniture... Enough to make it livable. The electricity no longer worked, so candles became the primary source of lighting, though the plumbing, miraculously, still worked.

It was comfortable, and that was really the only thing that mattered to the demon. And on this particular night, she found it even more so. The hour was beginning to grow late, and with a good book accompanied by the sound of rain drops, she was slowly being lulled to sleep. Shaking away the sleepiness, if only for the moment, she set her book down and rearranged her nest of pillows and cushions around her. After getting the pillows and cushions into a comfortable mass, she pulled her comforter out from under some of the pillows and started to settle in, a content sigh leaving her lips as she sleepily entertained the idea of an outing for the next day.

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;;Cavallonevolante

Dino laughed softly. He brought their hands up and kissed her knuckles politely. “I’m honored to be considered proper company.”

He takes everything in stride, as he always has. “My earlier offer will always stand, of course, but for now, as you’ve said, this arrangement is likely for the best.”

Cicea had her trust issues, sure. Dino, though used to having his estate full of people coming and going, was not actually used to people living with him. To him, there was a striking difference in his subordinates staying under the same roof as him (for better observation, not that Dino didn’t trust, it was just a cutthroat world he lived in) and willingly, purposefully inviting someone - a woman he happens to fancy - to share a roof with him.

Cicea reddened further as he kissed her knuckles and merely nodded mutely, finding herself too frazzled to form a coherent thought. The only thing she'd probably be able to send through was the sound of her spluttering, and that would have been none too flattering.

It took her a moment to calm down, and she nodded again at his reminder and she gave a sincere smile as she found her voice, Thank you, Dino. I'll be sure to keep that offer in my back pocket, to consider again at a later date.

Pausing a moment, she hesitated before standing up and leaning over the table to plant a kiss on the man's cheek before sitting back down, withdrawing her hands to finish off her tea. There was a vague effort to hide her face behind the paper cup that didn't really work out too well.

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;;Cavallonevolante

"You’ll be free to come and go as you please, of course." Dino nods. And then he adds, "…And you can invade my own room at your leisure, if you feel so inclined. My door is always open to you."

The blond let his hands relax in Cicea’s, especially as her fingers stroke his. It was rather soothing.

Cicea nodded, canting her head to the side thoughtfully for a moment, And the same can be said for you-- though I imagine I'll probably be in yours often enough. When you've been deprived of proper company for as long as I have, it's really something of a blessing whenever it is available.

The problem with having telepathy as your only efficient form of communication was that you really couldn't think before you spoke-- because your speaking was your thinking, and you could only be so articulate. Looking back on it, the thought sounded pretty desperate and she felt her cheeks heat at that.

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;;Cavallonevolante

Dino looks horrified at the very idea of someone accidentally barging into Cicea’s room. “Oh, God, no.”

He laces their fingers together and smiles a bit, mildly amused now that he doesn’t have to worry anymore. “No, I’d have them hanged by their toes from the ceiling fan for such a thing.”

He’s kidding. Sort of. “No, I could have your room close to mine, and only my most trusted man usually comes to that area of the estate. …And he never, ever handles the dirty parts of the job. …Well, not anymore, anyways.”

Age, and all that. Also, Romario spends too much time worrying about Dino falling on his face to worry about disposing of a body.

Cicea couldn't help the laugh that shook her. His face was priceless, as was his response overall. But in the end, he was still ever so considerate, and she was glad he was. It was refreshing not having to worry about others for once, and being doted on instead. Having calmed down, she found herself absentmindedly stroking the knuckles of his thumbs as he finished speaking.

That will do just fine, I think. She nodded to herself, Perfect, actually. We won't have to worry about anyone else but each other, then.

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;;Cavallonevolante

Dino visibly winced at the last question. He sighed and hung his head, but didn’t withdraw his hands. “…I thought we talked about it, but I guess not…”

He bit his lip before sighing again. He lifts his head and meets Cicea’s gaze before continuing in a low voice, so as to ward off any eavesdroppers. “…Ah… Ci… I, uh… inherited an organization that could be, uh… Construed as… Mafia.”

Dino, really, stop beating around the bush and tell her that you’re a mob boss, because, really, she’s not going to get up and disappear on you. It’s not like she has the cleanest hands, either.

Dino is still, sometimes, very much ashamed of the life he inherited and didn’t entirely want.

If they could, Cicea's eyebrows would probably have floated off into the stratosphere, but as they were, they sat raised as high as was physically possible. She couldn't decide if she was more amused by Dino's demeanor in going about telling her this, or the fact that he didn't appear to be lying.

Dino honestly seemed like the last person she could expect to be the head of a family of organized crime, but hey, guess she really shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Not like it particularly phased her. It was unexpected, yes, but hey, she really had no right to judge what his profession was. She couldn't help but laugh a little.

Pulling her hands away only to place them back on Dino's, she thought, I see. Well, as long as your men don't accidentally drag a body into my room I think I'll be just fine.

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;;Cavallonevolante

Dino’s smile softened a bit at Cicea’s response to his reaction. She really was… Very cute. He reached across the table and took her hands in his, stopping her from twiddling her thumbs. “You can stay as long or as short as you like, Ci. I’ll even make sure you have your own room, and I’ll make absolutely certain that my other tenants give you all the privacy you want or need.”

His other tenants being his mafia family. He has told Cicea about that, right? He’s sure he has, but he doesn’t exactly remember. The woman’s visits are rare and so sporadic, he has trouble remember what they’ve talked about and what they haven’t - you’d think he would remember, given that same reason.

Cicea blinked as she found his hands over hers, freezing her momentarily. After a short moment, she looked up at him, face flushing vaguely. She nodded sheepishly, and she made no move to remove her hands-- his were actually pleasantly warm.

That- That would work perfectly, actually. She smiled brightly before pausing, Tenants? Do you rent out rooms?

Yes, Dino, it might be within your best interest to mention you are the head of a mafia family.

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;;Cavallonevolante

Dino’s smile faltered. He sat up a little straighter and his smile was less earnest and more… Regretful?

"Ah, figured I’d offer." He folded his arms on the table, keeping his demeanor light but still somehow looking like a kicked dog. "I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

He paused, chewing on his lip. “The offer will always stand, though, if you ever change your mind.”

Cicea winced inwardly at his reaction and felt her own small sting of regret. She was silent a moment as she tried to gather her thoughts and come back with a proper response, twiddling her thumbs idly as she was.

No, it's fine. I really appreciate it, and again, I'd love to. A pause, I really am happy you offered, though. I could, perhaps, stay a day or two until I leave again?

This was probably the best she could do. It had been nearly two hundred years already, for heaven's sake, she had to get over her trust issues eventually! Dino had always been so sincere with her, after all.

#cavallonevolante

{{ happy late munday :’)

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;;Cavallonevolante

"I think so, too. Dressing like this all the time would just be exhausting." Dino chuckled softly.

"Stay, then. I have plenty of room, if you would like to take of permanent residence."

He’s still smiling lightheartedly, and his demeanor is anything but that of a man seriously contemplating any life altering decisions. Though, he’s always genuine. At least, he always has been with Cicea.

Cicea nodded absently before the words came back around and really struck her. She nearly choked at the nonchalance of the offer, and her expression was one of clear incredulity. That wasn't to say she wasn't elated with the offer, of course but...

It was unexpected, to say the least.

She almost thought he was joking for a second, and she had to double check just to make sure. But if she was reading the signs right, he wasn't, and she didn't quite know what to make of that. If there was one thing she could be certain about, it was that she wanted to say yes, but that would be opening up doors she wasn't sure she was ready to open yet.

I'd love to, she started with a polite smile, swallowing thickly, though I'm not that would be the best idea.

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♥ Taking Cicea’s hand in both of her, she shook her hand gently. “Pleasure to meet you, Cicea!” She smiled at her. “Oh, if it’s too bothersome to you to use a note pad, I understand sign language.” Seeing as one of her best friends was mute, she learned it; she also though it would be helpful for future situations.

Cicea had been caught off guard with that remark. Someone that knew sign language? Well, Gods be damned. If that wasn't the most convenient thing to have happened to her in the past ten years, she didn't know what was. Hardly anyone knew it, and she'd begun to think learning it had been a waste of her time, not that she was short on it. She was glad it wasn't, and put her writing utensils back into her pockets.

Thank you! The pleasure is all mine, Leah, she signed enthusiastically, practically beaming since she was actually able to use this for once.

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