Cain Hawthorne

[magickmykie]

Cain seemed confused for a moment. Maybe not confused, more like searching for something. Thinking hard. But then she saw the moment it dawned on him and she nodded back. Yes, it had been centuries she would imagine and that response confirmed for her that he was the kind of hound that had first come to mind. But still, she had to get the worrisome part out of the way before she could let her thoughts go anywhere else. “They’re here. That man, the one my sister was hugging…he is the carver. They were held in a prison in the fae realm but there was a breach, there and in the wall that separates that world from this one," she said it in a bit of a rush, despite the soothing warmth of him, the space, calming her the longer she was there. “If he is here…the others are too. I know it. I can feel it.” She reached out to touch him instinctively searching for that added bit of comfort absentmindedly, the same sort of soothing she found in that ring around her neck. “That one, he is mostly harmless, but his siblings…it’s not good Cain.”

[richesinblackhellfire]

they're here. that was the only thing that he heard - more like the only thing that that registered fully. not just anyone, but pagan gods that disappeared more years than he'd wanted to think about. and they were now in new orleans? for what? what did they want with this city? then the rest of what she said slowly started to seep into his thoughts. "the carver..?" another pause, then he spoke again, giving her a sidelong look, "the bone carver? why was your sister hugging the bone carver?" something was telling him this conversation was going to get more and more curious the longer they spoke. "what you're telling me is new orleans has gods walking among them? not only that, but ones that were locked in a prison?" a pause as he realized what she'd said about the prison. "a fae prison at that." his dark daze trailing over her slowly. "a fae prison that they somehow broke out of?" he'd met a few fae in his life, but it was only those that traveled somewhere they probably shouldn't have been. which meant that she was fae of some kind.

"you're fae." it wasn't a question, it was more of a blunt observation, an amused chuckle leaving him.

"more about that in a moment. you said there was a breach in the wall that separates this realm from the fae realm, how do you know? and why wasn't it repaired?" he always thought that the fae were quick to deal with things like that? this conversation was more questions than it was answers, but cain was not intending it to be like an interrogation. relaxing his shoulders, his foot slipped from the table as he turned to look at her more. reaching out, he rested his hand on the side of her neck, stroking her cheek slowly. "breathe, mykie."

all her words coming out in one breath, but he made sense of them all. mostly. "what do you mean by that one is mostly harmless? if what i know about the deathless is true, harmless is the last descriptor i would use."

[magickmykie]

She did as he said, taking in a long breath and letting it out again. Strange that, obeying without thought. But she pushed that away as he replied. A hound? Curiouser and curiouser. Her head tipped to the side slightly as she processed that. But he said they would get back to that. Right, bigger things. Bad things. She watched as he moved to sit before realising she could do the same. They were in a safe place. She could feel it. Smell him all around her. His place. There was a sort of strange feeling in her belly at that but she pushed that aside too as she moved to sit next to him, turned to face him. “Are…you old enough to know the Deathless?” she asked, leaned in and quiet, almost cautiously despite feeling as though they were safe here.

[richesinblackhellfire]

shifting how he was sitting, cain let an arm sling over the back of couch as he watched her, first process what he'd said while she slowed her breathing. his dark gaze remained on her form, because even after she let the ring go, he could still feel that nervous energy radiating in the room. "you are safe, mychaella, nothing will harm you here." his body shifted towards her when she finally sat near him. brow arching slowly at her words.

it took him a second, to rummage through his brain on if he knew that name, at first he was going to ask if what was deathless but then realized she meant someone. or rather, a few someones. "that's a question i haven't been asked in a long time," rough chuckle leaving him before he nodded, "the deathless. pagan gods - what about them? no one has talked about them in centuries."

the wheels in his head were already spinning. jumping to the conclusion about what it was she might tell him - but he still waited. for confirmation. affirmation. something. anything at this point.

[magickmykie]

When she looked back at Cain he chuckled before stepping forward, closing the small space between them. She sucked in a breath as he placed a kiss on her temple and held out his hand. She looked at him curiously but took his hand without hesitation. A strange sensation crawled around her as they were engulfed in a weird black flame. It felt almost…alive. She couldn’t help the burst of giggles as the flames closed around then and then suddenly they were inside a dimly lit room. She eyed him curiously as he backed away some, releasing her hand, but couldn’t stop the giggles bubbling out of her. “What are you?” she breathed through the giggles, her tone one of curiosity and awe, missing the questioned he asked as her brain raced to try to figure out what had just happened.

[richesinblackhellfire]

there had been only a moment of hesitation in cain between mykie mentioning that they needed to be somewhere far more private than that alley and when his long legs closed that small space between them. he could get them out, and he knew that she wasn't human, but what exactly, he hadn't figured it out. would this be a mistake? there was a power that resonated inside her, almost hidden, as if on purpose. after that moment, flames had over taken them and he'd transported them into the living room of the condo that cain owned, that he would stay in when he was in the human realm. the only other people that had access were nik and mak, and both were at the festival, running the booth he assumed.

the giggles that were leaving mykie had cain's brow arching in curiosity. that was a new reaction to what had happened. most the time it's people trying to figure out what happened, a few losing their lunch and others wanting to do it again. her though? the sound coming from her, you would have though he'd put her under giggle gas. "breathe, little one, breathe," he commented offhandedly with a chuckle, waiting for the giggle fit to start to settle before responding again. "a hound, but we can get back to what i am in a moment." licking his lips, he moved to take a seat on the couch facing where she was still standing, one foot resting on the edge of the table in front of him. "tell me more about that man."

[magickmykie]

Mykie drug Cain away into the alleyway between some of the games on the midway, the first place she could find that they could be as close to alone as a summer festival would allow. Once they were safely tucked behind two large games she released his hand and turned to face him. For a moment she was struck by how lovely he was, like she had been when they’d first met, and then the confusion. How? Why? Out of nowhere… Her brow furrowed at his comment about killing him, more confusion, but then he reached out and took her chin in his hand. A little tingle raced through her from where his thumb stroked her skin. Such soothing warmth. “You have such perfect timing, I could kiss you,” she breathed, her voice shakier than she meant it to be. “That…man…with my sister,” she started before her eyes darted to either end of their little alleyway. “But not here…somewhere much, much more private,” she finished, looking back at him.

[richesinblackhellfire]

cain chuckled softly at mykie's initial comment about him having perfect timing and that she could kiss him. raising a curious brow, mostly at the choice of words, he waited for her to continue on that thought process. surely there would be more to come than that, and it started, but stopped. "what about that man?" he questioned, having felt a strange power coming from them, but he couldn't place it. it was unfamiliar but old. older than him. darker than the specie that he belonged to. he followed her gaze from one side of the alley to another. private? he could make that happen. easier than she thought. chuckling, he took a half step forward, all that it would take for there to be no space between them as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple before holding out his hand. waiting to see if she would take it, a squeeze to her hand once it was inside his as the pair were slowly swallowed by living, black flame. one moment in that alley and the next they were inside a room, dimly lit by a small fire in the fireplace - the sounds of the festival gone, as if they never existed. letting her hand go, he took a few steps back from her before humming, "you wanted private, won't find more privacy than here," motioning with a hand to their surrounding before beginning again, "now, what has you so nervous?" and considering the way she was giggling like a hyena cub, it certainly wasn't him.

[magickmykie]

Mykie knew he wouldn’t hurt them, especially wouldn’t hurt Ria, he couldn’t, but if he was there… Well, it was no good. In fact, it was very, very bad. If he was there, then he wasn’t alone. And the prison was compromised. So many memories of the things locked in that prison flashed through her mind and her hand moved to that little trinket hanging from the chain around her neck. A ring she’d been gifted, that she fiddled with in moments of discomfort or idle fidgeting. This time though, fear was racing through her at lightning speed. A familiar scent hit her about the same time as that lovely warm feeling washed through her body. Cain. But… That little greeting spoken into her ear and the warmth of his breath there sent a delightful little shiver through her. It was a stark contrast to the fear that had been gripping her until his warmth soothed her. She eyed her sister for a moment, hugging the carver. “No,” she breathed, barely enough of a sound for anyone to hear but she knew he would. She didn’t want to leave Ria there alone with him, but she couldn’t tell Cain why she wasn’t okay while they were standing there. And how the heck had he known? “I’ll…I’ll be right back…” she said to Ria before taking Cain’s hand and pulling him away.

[richesinblackhellfire]

that breathy response that she gave him made him bristle, eyes narrowing as he followed where she was staring, at what appeared to be her sister and a man. had mykie not told him that her sister was very particular when it came to people? something told him that whatever was bothering mykie probably had to do with that sight. with a raised brow, he let mykie pull him away to wherever she was going to take him, chuckling dryly as he had to make an effort not to trip over her shorter stride. when they finally stopped, when her hand fell from his, cain slowly rubbed his hands together, the metal of his rings clinking together as they passed. the distant sound of music playing and of the chatter of the festival. where she had taken him? he wasn't entirely sure. "is this where you kill me?" he joked, corner of his mouth curling before turning to face her, reaching a hand out to take her chin in his hand, thumb stroking her jaw. "what is it, mykie? why are you so afraid?"

surely the question of how he knew would be asked but right now, he needed to know why his blood was running icey because of her fear, still clutching his ring.

[richesinblackhellfire]

years. it had been years since cain had seen or spoken to mychaella. it wasn't like he'd exactly left in any particular fashion. the hound had gone up, dealt with what he needed to and then headed back down. down to his home, leaving remy and sydni to keep an eye on things, to let him know if they needed him. still, before he'd left, he'd given mykie one of his rings - a ring bound to him, in a fashion. it was no more than a fashion piece, but if twirled, with enough feeling, he could feel whatever it was. not just little bits, but it had to be powerful enough to mean something.

with a growl, cain rolled his head around his neck. he hadn't told mykie what the ring did, or how it worked, but he could feel that unending wave of nervous energy, of hidden fear. something was wrong. when wasn't something wrong up in the human world though? yet, without another thought, he was up on earth - again. the sun beaming down on him as he took in the sounds, the sights, trying to figure out where he was in the world. a sigh escaping when he realized that once again, he'd been called to new orleans. what was it with this place? that was neither here nor there as he strode out from behind the food trucks he'd found himself behind and headed towards mykie. easy enough to find, especially because she was still holding onto his ring. "hello, little one," he whispered into her ear, bending down enough to get a whiff of her shampoo on the wind before leaning back up. "are you okay?"

@magickmykie