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{It’s a date+Leah/Kurt}

Somewhat dressing himself up, Kurt smiled at his reflection. He had managed to catch Leah some days after they had met up for lunch and had extended, again, his offer to make something together in the kitchen. Not only would be a good way to harmlessly flirt, but doing something together always was a good thing to do on a date.

Teleporting to the kitchen he grabbed everything to make dumplings, one of his favorites. He had given much thought to what they were going to make tonight, and this seemed the easiest thing to do. Plus, you could never go wrong with dumplings. Turning as he heard Leah enter, he broadly grinned. “Guten Nacht, Leah, and don’t you look lovely as always!” Pressing a soft kiss to her cheek he smiled. “Are you ready yo make some magic in the kitchen?”

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{Blue clouds warm sun; F2F: Leah/Kurt}

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Carrying a picnic basket out one of the side doors, Kurt breathed in the fresh air, and thanked the lord for such a beautiful day. After the seemingly dreadful night of angst everyone had had, perhaps the lord had seen it fit to cheer everyone. It certainly cheered up Kurt. Walking along the expansive green front lawn of the front of the garden, he put down the basket and looked around. Yes, perfect.

He was glad that Leah had decided to join him. Ever since they had met, he had had a good feeling about her, and their small competition had been fun, teleporting to various parts of the hedge-maze in a teleporter’s version of tag. Very few would do that with him, and the fact that Leah had had only endeared him to her all the more.

Seeing her walking out a nearby door, he waved, grinning. “Leah!!” He called out. As he did, his tail plucked a few nearby gardenias that had been growing wild by the tree he had chosen to rest under. As she came closer, he extended them out to her with a fangy smile. “Por vous,” He said simply, chuckling.

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F2F: Show offs+Leah/Kurt

Wearing a loose pair of sweats and a hoodie (and not going incognito, because he really had no reason to be), Kurt walked outside, looking up to the sky for a moment. It was a beautiful night, with a big moon and the stars were in clear view. Ah, god was a showoff sometimes, he mused. Walking to the hedge-maze, he waited for Leah. He was excited to know her more, to learn about her powers. She mentioned she was a teleporter too, so he was eager to learn how she traveled.

Noticing a tree overhead, he jumped easily up and peered through the leaves until he saw Leah coming from the mansion, he giggled and as she paused under the tree he soon hung upside down near her, and grinned broadly. “Guten Nacht, Leah! It’s so good to see you!” He jumped down easily landing on his feet, grinning, his fangs showing.

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Wine and Want || Mephisto & Hela

It had been almost two weeks since the rather abrupt ending of what was supposed to be a distracting get-away, which, honestly, wasn't that long to a demon. Still, Mephisto had to admit to himself that he was feeling an...itch. He had managed to settle in at the new school, the facade of living on the site properly maintained and some semblance of normalcy attained. He knew that Hela had also managed to find her way back, the occasional trace of "Leah's" power slipping across his senses, but the two never seemed to actually cross paths. It was after once such occurrence later in the evening that he finally decided to just track her down, the snap decision one that he wasn't quite sure about, but decided to go with anyway.

Summoning a bottle of wine and two glasses, he took the risk and teleported to where Hela was, appearing in her office with an easy smile. "All settled in, my dear?"

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#para: leah #deaths-cold-hand

His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung || Tony & Hela

There was pain. It was everywhere, slipping through Tony's nerves and hitting every single injury like a pinball lighting up a machine. There were just so many of them, too, from the crushing stab of breathing through at least one cracked rib to the multiple lacerations that caused blood to paint so many inches of revealed skin. Even with the fog of chemicals rushing though, trying their damnedest to actually motivate something beyond the stillness that was pretty much all he was capable of, he was sure that he was broken beyond quick repair - maybe even any repair.

He was also vaguely aware that he was flying, though he didn't know how since his eyes had somehow closed and couldn't be reopened. He thought of a red and gold suit, sitting back in the lab where it hadn't done a fuck of a lot of good in the carnage, as he struggled for just one more breath and was sucked down into something that wasn't - right.

Darkness. Cold. A feeling of abandonment stronger than any Tony had ever imagined, as though he'd been left behind by the whole damn world.

As though neither heaven or hell wanted such a broken toy.

Though, that couldn't be true. Not when he had his own personal goddess looking after him, right?

Then, there was pain again. Feeling again. A gasp of air, dragged into lungs that were fucking starving, followed by the need to see what it was that appeared to be draining away the aches and pains. Somewhere, he found the strength to open his eyes, and found himself looking up into a wonderfully welcome face.

"Hela," was what he tried to say, but words were much harder than the raspy groan that came out, followed by a chest-wrecking cough. Oh, well. It seemed he had time now to work up to talking again. Good.

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#para: hela #para: leah #deaths-cold-hand

Pulling a page from Hela's book, Mephisto stealthily teleported into her apartment a few hours before they were scheduled to leave. He quickly set the candy and jewelry boxes next to the flowers on the coffee table, surely where she would see them, then he slipped out. He left no note, but the tell tale hint of his signature in her wards would easily tell her who had done it.

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Gift Exchange - Flashback || Mephisto and Hela

To say that Mephisto was surprised over the holiday gift he'd received from Hela would be an understatement. The fact that she had left it in his apartment quickly enough that all he found was the wrapped box and tin of sweets was even more amazing. Though, he did catch her tell-tale signature upon inspection of the wards, so that was something. But to discover that the oddly light box had a page of her sacred book laying inside, given to him as a gift, of all things -

Well, he supposed it was only natural to want to give the goddess a meaningful gift in return.

It took a few days to gather the components, as well as a few favors he hadn't expected to cash in so soon. Creation of the gift itself was actually draining, though not as draining as the first time he performed that particular series of spells. Whether that was due to the fact that the resulting product wasn't quite as powerful as the one he himself held or a refining of technique, he didn't know. Still, when he was done, he had a set of three perfect green emeralds, all prepared for whatever special collection Hela would desire. A few more small additions later, he felt prepared enough to send a messenger to Hel, requesting an audience.

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