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[text: lian koeman]: Sounds good then I will grab ingrediants. [text: lian koeman]: I'm not a big chocolate guy but that's about it. Sweets as a whole are still something I like very much.
[ text: elliot atwood]: Well now I need to go searching for something good. Or get to baking. [ text: elliot atwood]: I'm looking forward to it 🥰
“I will, I promise.” Eiji reassured them, his expression softening at Lian’s words. He didn’t know if he’d ever find it easy to accept somebody’s care and affection. It was difficult when the idea of accepting it also welcomed the idea of losing it. But he trusted his Aunt and for a moment, at least, he could believe he was important to her. It had taken him off guard for a few seconds before he gave a small smile. “Thank you.”
“I guess you’re right. Maybe I’m thinking too much into it.” Eiji nodded, “Of course.” His steps slowed as they reached the hot cocoa stand and he promptly ordered one while they were queue-free. “Hot cocoa, as promised.” Eiji handed her the steaming cup, topped with cream and marshmallows, a slightly guilty smile on his lips for the poor excuse of a Christmas present and he made a mental note to make it up to them. “Merry Christmas Aunt Lian. I promise if I’m still here for the next one I’ll find you a much, much better present.” Despite the bleak sentiment, he smiled.
"I'd be more than happy for demons to do so!" Matthew answered a little too quickly, not wanting to give away the drama those magic spells caused. And Matthew had to keep telling himself that it was not like the culprits could have predicted what was going to happen as a way to cope.
The fallen deity laughed at the suggestion. Simple spells were at times the most effective ones. "Alright. Why not? Let's both work towards tripping one person each in the game later. And then we can see how our bet turns out."
Lian simply raised their brow in response. They could tell when something was a tough topic and Lian wasn't one to linger on difficult conversations so she didn't probe. It was a shame that there would be no mischief that night, unless they created it.
"Yes, later in the game," the witch agreed. The plan was simple and Lian grinned, turning their attention back to the game. Within a minute she had targeted the vampire that Matthew had his eyes on. A quiet curse was murmured under their breathe and they watched the vampire move to one side, letting a goal go sliding through. She didn't know what they were betting on but Lian was going to enjoy winning.
For: @vievecorcitystarters Location: Garond District Hospital, Evening of Day 1 of Vibefest
The headache was well set by the last two hours of his shift, not even extra strength Ibuprofen would do anything to fix this. He needed a thick, greasy burger, a glass of scotch and a twenty four hour rest. At this rate he’d be lucky just to get one. The hospital had a policy of zero days off during city wide events so even if he had wanted to he’d be back in twelve hours. He could hear the crowds that still cluttered the ER waiting room as people waited likely impatiently to be seen in order of severity. People didn’t always understand that. They hurt, they ached and like anyone in discomfort they wanted it to go away. Unluckily for the people of Vievecor who directed themselves to the Garond District Hospital they’d find that a slew of emergency vehicles kept their automatic doors busy, bussing in various injured individuals from Vibefest. “Alright let’s get some fluid in Mr. Parker here, check his vitals again and if stable send him on his way.” He nodded to his CEN before heading back to the central desk. The place were chaos was supposedly wrangled, the altar of the ER gods that everyone had to pay tribute to. Quickly he swallowed down the last of his fiber water, having aged out of energy drinks, and grabbed the next clipboard. Rolling his shoulder, before during back around to the zoo he called home.
“What’s next?”
With the festival in full swing, Lian thought they had done the responsible thing and stayed home. They had spent the evening working through a simple resurrection spell on a spider. The arachnid had come to life but the amount of blood the spell had taken from the slash on her forearm was worrying. The witch would normally heeal themselves but after being drained of both magic and blood, they had to take themself to the hospital.
She admired modern medicine for it's capabilities and what human's had done to ensure their survival. It was quite impressive, even if the waiting times were long and arduous. The witch was patient, sitting in the waiting room with a silk scarf wrapped haphazardly around her arm, when the nurse called their name.
"I think I'm next, doctor," the witch answered. She stood to meet them half way and tried to smile warmly. They would have to explain the cut on their arm away as something simple, not wanting it to appear like she was mentally unwell or worse. "I think I may need some stitches?" they explained.
"Whimsical is one way to put it," Caia chuckled and placed an arm around Lian. "Who knew that deities had so much whimsy in them." They watched as the Lian played with the fingers of their other hand, eyes admiring the witch's beautiful porcelain skin for a moment before their eyes met and Caia leaned in, bringing their faces closer together.
"I could think of a less family-friendly past time we could get up to together," they whispered, the hand around Lian moving gently up and down her back. "If you don't think I'm being too forward, of course..."
"I think it's likely ingrained into their nature," the witch answered. She didn't really care about deities when there's an elf occupying their attention instead. Lian tilted their head as Caia leaned close, curious to see how forward the elf would be. The witch had always been a good distraction for anyone who needed it and now the elf would be her distraction for the night.
"Oh?" she responded, already knowing where this was going. If Lian hadn't been willing, they wouldn't have joined the elf in the booth so this wasn't forward at all. Lian shifted closer, resting a hand on the elf's shoulder, moving their fingers down their arm. "I don't think you're being forward enough. Or are you waiting to finish your drink?"
“Thank you. It’ll get plenty of use, I’m sure.” Eiji smiled, though a small part of him wondered if he really wanted to know how many people were being dishonest with him on a day-to-day basis.
“I know.” He replied. It was difficult to explain, the want to put himself into a dangerous situation when laying-low was the easier, lower-stakes option. Perhaps he just had a death wish and a desire for something to happen rather than being caught somewhere in the middle. “I will.” He promised. “How is everything with your work going?”
“Hopefully. I think he’s busy right now but we said we’d meet up, at least for ten minutes before anyone starts to wonder who I am.” He smiled, though the humour in his voice didn’t reach his eyes. Limited five minute interactions here and there weren’t much, especially when they didn’t happen very often. Maybe that was the real appeal of the Rubicund, at least there he could find a constant stream of conversation, even if he wasn’t directly involved in it.
She gave his hand a squeeze when he thanked him. Lian was certain that the ring would be of use and she would feel better knowing there was some protections around him. There was only so much they could do when they couldn't be seen together often.
"Just be careful," she urged, knowing it wasn't her place. The dark witch was also working in a dangerous place. They knew if they were caught, their boss would likely kill them for the betrayal. The difference between the two was magic, though Lian couldn't bring herself to point that out. She just had to trust that Eiji knew what he was doing and he would stay safe. They had worked so hard to get to this point, she wanted to see it through to the end with him. "It's fine, it's easy work and lets me focus on the important things. Like you," she grinned.
The bond between siblings was always tricky. Lian never understood it as an only child but she knew love. It was good that the brother's had each other, they would need each other in the years to come. "You can still be friends in public. Just make a show of it, meet at a bar, hang out for coffee, go see a movie. All those friendly things." Not that Lian knew much about that, she did not keep many friends. There were too many secrets to keep instead and they had to stay secrets. "Will you tell him I say Merry Christmas? Just in case I don't see him."
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"I would hope not, at least not to you." He gave them a smile, "I'd hate spook my new friend."
How he'd gotten lucky enough to make friends with the smartest person in the room he couldn't be sure but damn was it nice. Her coaxing that look out of Woodcrest made him chuckle a little. "I appreciate that more than you know. She's been after me since she found I wasn't married to my business partner. Lets see what else I can tell you..."
"The drunk man to our left, that's Arnold Quick, I'm pretty sure he legally changed his last name to Quick. He's the local charity lush, he hears 'Open Bar' and suddenly he has to be here. Is the cost of the ticket to come more than he's probably drinking? Yes but it makes him happy to drink the 'free' booze. His words. He owns a chain of gas stations, I think the only reason he's at this event is because his wife is a big animal lover." He shrugs, and starts to lead them else where in the party. "Man in the red button up is Bob Feldt, he's currently in an affair with Mrs. Quick."
"I'm not easily spooked," they assured. If anything, Lian felt like they had become someone people would be spooked by. Elliot seemed far too sweet to scare her on purpose.
"Then she certainly won't like that I'm a widower," they chuckled. Lian was knew to the whole charity scene but a few women had already assumed all her money came from her deceased husband so maybe word would get around. If she had to be a distraction or target for the other women's envy, she'd happily shoulder it for such pretty eye candy. Elliot being a gentleman was a bonus.
Lian's eyes followed his voice, taking note of the partygoers for the next charity event. "He doesn't look like he'd be very quick. Although, maybe in the bedroom," she mused. The man looked all dolled up but he was fraying at the edges. One too many late nights at the bar had left him sloppy, his shirt was stained and his tie askew and the night was still relatively early. "I think we should steer clear of him as well, he looks like the touchy type," the witch said, guiding them away from that corner of the room and towards the other corner of the room.
Jo's breath hitched the moment Lian pressed closer, their hand settling on her waist like it belonged there. She didn’t pull back—far from it. Instead, she leaned in, tilting her body to meet the possessiveness laced through their touch head on, allowing it to deepen. Even when Lian’s hand slipped beneath her shirt, even when Jo's breath sped up—she kept her eyes on the witch, steady and deliberate. Present. She didn't want to imagine it was anyone else touching her. Kissing her. Making her feel like this.
When Lian’s knee shifted, the dark witch's thigh pressing against her, Jo didn’t hesitate to meet it with a subtle shift of her hips and then another, a quiet moan slipping past her lips. “Don’t stop,” Jo murmured under her breath, more plea than command as her own hand moved, sliding from Lian’s waist, tracing lower with purpose until it reached the fly of their pants, intent on returning the same courtesy she was given.
“I think we’re already past subtle,” Jo hummed, voice low, a faint, crooked edge to it. "However much you're willing to give." And then she let herself melt just a little more into the heat of it, fully present, fully craving, letting Lian know exactly what she wanted.
end!
Easy flirting was always the best, Caia thought as they watched Lian slide into the booth beside them. She was clearly as interested and Caia was not about to make things difficult.
"Warm up? Why don't you sit closer?" Smooth, Caia. They gestured to the spot right beside them and reached a welcoming hand out to the other. Caia could be a shameless flirt if they wanted to be. "It's been alright. These deity parties tend to be a bit too family-friendly for me, but I make do," they added with a clearly flirtatious grin.
The witch found comfort in interactions like this. People fell in and out of lust very quickly but those moments were easier than a more permanent connection. With the elf's invitation, Lian took their hand and moved into the empty space beside them. They could feel the heat of their body and Lian leaned into it, still seeking a way to shake off the chill in the air.
They kept hold of Caia's hand, greedily stealing the warmth from their fingertips for her own. "It's all a bit too whimsical," they agreed. The fake Christmas setting made the witch feel like they were the grinch and they liked Christmas. "I know," she sighed dramatically, playing with the elf's fingers. "I've already finished all my family friendly errands for the night. Now I'm not sure what else there is to do."
Jo huffed out a small laugh, letting her head tip back against the column behind her. “Your entire existence is cheating to me.” There was a dry edge to it, though not entirely unkind. She did have a small, begrudging soft spot for witches, and not just because they were the closest to humans out of all the supernatural species. “Don’t quote me on this, but I think that’s more justified than simply feeling entitled to it. Which seems to be a problem with a lot of supernaturals.”
Lips pursing, Jo fell quiet for a moment, considering their words before she drew in a slow breath. “I guess,” she conceded at last. “Some more than others.” She’d let go of her grudge the day she drew her final breath—and not a second sooner. There was no undoing abandonment. No fixing years of absence after the fact. She’d already done what needed to be done. There was no going back.
Jo weighed the bauble in her palm before lifting it, letting it dangle from a single finger as she glanced back at Lian. She already knew what the demon whispering in her ear wanted her to do. If the deities weren’t going to help her, then the least their magic could do was give her the means to do it herself. "On the count of three?"
Lian laughed, lifting a shoulder to shrug. "You're not wrong. Getting to use magic at all feels like cheating. My parents were both human so it's not something that felt like it was a gift or a given in life," the witch explained. She had also seen how human born children of witches were treated. Witches weren't the better species, they were just lucky enough to be gifted magic. They were given a cheat code in life and still couldn't be kind to their own children. Again, the detective was hitting the nail on the head. They had met plenty of entilted supernaturals in her years.
She saw something a kin to her own stubbornness in the detective eyes. Maybe they had different grudges and paths of revenge to follow but they both could relate to the need to complete that goal. Lian gave her vow to her husband's gravestone and she was unable to let go of it now. Patience was her virture for now. The first parts of her plan had worked but there was still a big obstacle in her way before the job was done. The wish might be the missing piece they needed.
The witch gave the bauble one last look before she nodded. "One, two... three." Lian drew out the last number of their count to give them both a chance to back out but she was stepping forward and placing the bauble on a single branch, putting all her hopes and dreams into the bauble in hopes the deities would grant her wish.
What a foolish thing it was to put that power in a deity's hand but it was done now. Turning back to the detective, she smiled warmly and reached for their hand. "Merry Christmas, Jo. I hope you get everything you wish for."
[text: lian koeman]: That sounds like a deal. [text: lian koeman]: Is there anything you can't or dont want?
[ text: elliot atwood]: No allergies from my side! And I'm not a picky eater, I promise. [ text: elliot atwood]: Is there anything I should avoid? I know you like sweet things. Or at least I think so... this whole dream thing makes it hard to tell.
Eiji glanced down at his hand where the ring sat on his finger, “That’s clever, I could definitely do with something like that.” His lips curved to a small, genuine smile. While he might have held a lot of resentment towards his father now, he’d loved magic. He’d been raised with the idea in mind that he’d be coven leader, because that was what he was meant for. It had just been a cruel twist of fate that he was never destined to have any magic his own.
“Thanks aunt Lian, I appreciate it.” He added fondly. This probably going to be the closest he would get to spending Christmas Day with family and he appreciated them more than they knew.
Eiji swallowed and lowered his hand, wandering towards the food and drink stalls. “Oh, yeah. At the Rubicund. It keeps me busy, though probably not so much out of trouble.” Eiji lifted his eyes to them, “Not much else, just… surviving.” He breathed a faint laugh, “The new rules seem to be going okay.” He commented.
Magic felt like a touchy subject. Eiji had grown up with it and the expectations of it, much like her Emmett had. It had made her worry that the gift wouldn't be as welcomed. Lian's smile widened, glad that Eiji seemed to like her gift. "And it's very subtle so you can keep your cool in any situation." The witch knew that every day, Eiji was living in danger. His disguise was holding up but Lian was always worrying about him. He was a grown man and didn't need her protection.
"I can't say I understand the appeal," they murmured, her brow furrowing. It seemed like the last place he would want to be but it would give him a first hand view of the atrocities vampire's committed to human's. "Just be careful," she warned. Not that Lian could speak, working at Ware had started to feel more dangerous since the demands were released.
"They do," they agreed. It was a comfort that the rules had been established but she didn't have high hopes for this peace lasting. They hoped it would ask and that Eiji could be comforted by the changes. There were still some things that she needed to accomplish before she was truly happy but she wouldn't ruin the holiday's for that. "I think we deserve a chance to breathe for a night. It is Christmas after all. Will you see your brother tonight?"
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"Not all of them, indeed. I'd have even less patience or mercy for those who have chosen to betray our kind," Ayumu narrowed their eyes at the witch, lips curving up into a smile that definitely did not reach their eyes.
"And yes. Dreams are a very useful way to discover the inner workings of a person, what keeps them up at night..." They turned their face to level the witch with a look. "Here's a fun assignment for you, Lian. Why don't you test what you're suggesting on some of our patrons? See what our clientele has the hide? Even if they're not Artemis, such secrets can only benefit us, don't you think?"
The dark witch did not doubt it. From their time working together, they knew there was a mean streak in the spirit. They were good to their people which was admirable but Lian knew enough to know not to cross them. "Well these demands will quickly show people's true colours," they replied, taking a drag of her cigarette to keep their hands steady.
Dream magic was a spirit's domain but she wanted to practice and if Ayumu was giving her a chance to, she would take it. "That's shouldn't be a problem, boss," they chuckled. Between their psychic abilities and dream magic, they should be able to find something to appease Ayumu's desire to play games. "If you want to pick out a patron, I'd be happy to dig around for secrets."
Elliot leaned into the soft touch of their hand, a softness he'd never tire of. "Agreed. I spoke to a couple of other survivors and they said they would let us know if they heard anything. So far nothing, I'm not sure if it's good or bad to hear nothing." He shrugged a little, in these times it was always a bit of a toss up. Elliot begged for the days where he knew exactly what was going on and how to react to them. At least Lian and Rei were his constaints, the only reason he didn't fade back inot the wilderness.
Thier fingers threading with his had grown to be a regular occurance rather than an every now and then thing. The feeling it gave him hadn't changed. He smiled everytime and ran his thumb across the back of her hand. Watson barked happily tail a wagging as he started the trek home waiting for them to follow behind him. Afterall he was the bestest guard dog of that he was certain. He trotted at an easy pace ocassionally checking on them.
"Apparently he was ready to go home to." He chuckled and gave her hand a little squeeze and continuted on to their little home.
end!
[text: lian koeman]: I would love to spend more time with you. [text: lian koeman]: Friday would be great. [text: lian koeman]: If you'd like I'll cook?
[ text: elliot atwood]: Only if I can bring dessert! [ text: elliot atwood]: It feels only fair if you're willing to put the time in to cook for me.
