Oh Hush, Love, This Could be Fun!
"I'm thinking about it, and so far the verdict is no."
Larei rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall beside the bathroom door and watching it with all the patience of her less-than-one-hundred years. After about three minutes (give or take, really - Larei never did like the number 'three', it was too symbolic), the door cracked open and the vampiress grinned, sliding inside without any trouble.
She looked around her spacious bathroom for her demigod, finally spotting him in the bathroom, huddled and watching her with his wide, Bambi eyes.
...Well maybe she should start referring to Eiel as 'her', given the current situation.
Eiel Lokison (a newly appointed last name as of recent events, but neither Larei nor Eiel thought of said recent events without one turning homicidal and the other turning catatonic) sat curled up in the shower, long brown hair falling into her face and expression that of confused terror. Larei cooed, walking over to her Bambi and kneeling on the floor in front of the shower, reaching out and wrapping cool fingers around burning-hot forearms.
"You still ready to set the world on fire, Bambi?"
"I don't mean to be," Eiel muttered, voice still low for a woman's but higher-pitched than usual. Larei tugged her out of her shelter carefully, wrapping her arms around the now-demigoddess with a hum. The T-shirt and boxers Eiel usually wore to bed looked huge on her female frame, and she looked more rumpled and adorable than she probably wanted.
Larei would keep her comments to herself.
(For now.)
"What's the fuss, hmm? Couldn't your momma do the same thing? I sure hope so - else that is some strange biology, and I don't care if Loki's a Norse God - he shouldn't be able to break the laws of biology."
"She - He - Loki could - change gender, I mean, yeah, but I'm not Loki."
"I'm gettin' that, yeah."
"No, I'm not Loki - so why can I?" Eiel pulled back, pushing back hair and spitting out strands with a frown. "How do you not get hair in your mouth all the time?"
"It's a skill set."
"Right - anyway, I'm not my mother. I shouldn't be able to do the same things."
"But maybe," Larei interrupted before Eiel could really getting into a tirade (which was, in fact, his speciality), reaching out and running her fingers through long, dark hair with a contemplative expression, "just maybe, Bambi - you should. You're only half human. Maybe you grabbed some fancy trickster powers on your way out screaming."
Eiel shook her head, but she didn't argue against Larei's logic, so the vampiress took that for a win. She smiled then, cupping her demigoddess's face between her hands and lifting her face up.
"Besides, this could be fun!"
"Fun?"
"Mmmhm," Larei grinned, the expression sharp and predatory. Eiel's brows raised, and she wondered for a moment if Larei was going to eat her alive. Which was silly, really. Right?
...Right?
~+~
Three hours later (give or take, really), Larei stretched out and tucked herself against Eiel's side; cool skin pressing against warm and slowly bringing down the demigoddess's temperature.
(She remembered the first time she'd grabbed Eiel's bare hand after the incident, and he'd freaked out and tucked himself into a nook of her house where even she couldn't find him; it'd hurt, but she got the feeling it reminded him of something else. He was better now. Well. Getting better.)
After a moment of silence where she counted Eiel's heartbeat, hand pressed atop her chest, she grinned and looked up at the man-now-woman and waggled her brows.
"Told you it could be fun."
Eiel blinked, looking down at Larei as if seeing her for the first time.
"...uh-huh."
The vampiress laughed, pulling the covers over them and kissing Eiel's cheek. At least she was still her big, dumb Bambi.