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@rcliicta sent a raven: ✦ 24 — "You infuriate me because you make me feel things I've never felt before!" - witcher angela to cain / abel

"So we should stop?'

Ignoring the soft protest from his brother, Cain finished removing the armor that had been applying much needed pressure against the wound. He hadn't even noticed it until he'd gone to put her on that damned horse of hers and she noticed the puddle that had been steadily growing at his feet. It wasn't as if it were the first time either of them had been injured, it came with the territory, but she always took it so personal.

Though that may be due to some sort of misplaced guilt about her use of quickening spell from the staff she channeled through. Never knew a sorceress that would tolerate such a visible crutch to begin with. But he did have to admit that he enjoyed it a little too much, watching Abel roll his eyes in disgust before moving towards the medicine shelf to grab fresh bandages.

“It's an improvement then.' He caught her wrist to still her when she was too aggressive with wiping at the wound. ”It used to just be our 'recklessness' that infuriated you. Abel's unrelenting pressure for intimacy, and my own aversion to it.'

Was that a tremble to her fingertips? Was she recalling the first surrender or the more recent? Or it could be that his fingers were cutting off circulation and she wasn't strong enough to pull herself free. Releasing her was easy enough, reaching for the bottle of spirits near his hip. But she'd lifted her eyes to his and had yet to release herself.

"Keep looking at me like that and I'll make you feel something new.'

#rcliicta #markedsons

as a contract mercenary cain is ruthless and efficient, the man wants to get paid. does he have money in multiple banks? yes. does he have a ton of gold and silver stashes in places people have long forgotten? also yes.

but the reason he makes so much money is to keep up with the renovations his wife awan (@rcliicta) makes on their home in order to change it enough to allow him to go home. the curse that sets him wandering has its loopholes, as do most things, and while it took them a while to figure it out once they did he turned his intense drive to making the money needed for her to tear down walls, up floors, replace paintings.

he is bitter that abel, once the two were separated by Hades, is allowed to simply stay home if he wants while he gets restless to the point of self destruction until he leaves. it does also have the added benefit of buying the newest technology in order to call while he's in the middle of torturing for information, or be able to take her call while taking down a rival cartel, and listen to her gush about the things she's bought and can't wait for him to come home and see.

#markedsons #cain hc/meta

Eyeing the yards upon yards of fabric, Cain shifted his attention to the small woman who was still rambling directions that he was taking note of. He was also taking note of the fact it was far more than she'd implied when asking for his help. If it weren't for the fact she'd done him the favour of making a tailored kevlar shirt that had passed inspection of several hoity toities that hadn't realized he'd been armored.

‘Let me get this straight, you ordered all of this, and you didn’t need it until next season so it's in the way.' She's got a lot goin' on, Cain! Spring has to think ahead or things don't get done. ‘Why didn’t you just have them deliver it directly to storage?'

But even as he's complaining, he's already reaching for the first box, fingertips gripping under the lip to lift with a grunt of surprise. Had to have metal in here somewhere, he could hear it jangling as he hefted it higher to get a better hold on it.

She did save your life last month with that new wardrobe she asked you to try out.

‘I know, I know, shut up.’ A sigh, eyeing the pile. ‘Anything else after this?’