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Dis smiled softly at Abby’s snoring, placing a small kiss on the top of her head.

“Lets give her a few days.” She sighs, speaking as quietly as him so as not to disturb their daughter. “She’ll need time for the anger and the heartbreak. I don’t want to keep it for her, but at least for a little while she deserves time to feel what she’s feeling without us putting our emotions on top of it.”

Cichol nodded in agreement, then ran his fingers through his hair and laid his head back against the couch.

“This day was certainly a bit of a rollercoaster. I hope tomorrow will be... at least a little calm,” He says softly before he closed his eyes for a while, attempting to relax.

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She stiffened when he came in close enough for them to be touching, suddenly aware of the whole ten inches of height he had on her, as well as the muscles beneath his shirt. But the careful way he grabbed her hand kept her from being intimidated, enough that she followed him as he pulled her along unto a more secluded spot.

As he changed in front of her, her eyes widened, moving over his features as her mouth fell open. The pointed ears and swirling tattoos, vibrant eyes and sharp teeth…

It made her shiver, a soft flush coming over her cheeks at the sight of it. He was Fae. Genuinely and definitely Fae.

“I, I only wanted to see if you really were like me.” She said, voice smaller and shier now she could See him. “There’s something magical going on around here, something people are starting to notice, and I was hired to investigate. I thought maybe, if you were another witch, you might be involved somehow…”

“Well, to answer your question... I am both like you and not,” He offered with a soft sigh. He shifted back and leaned against the wall a bit as he hung his head.

“I apologise for accusing you, it’s just... you’re not the first person to discover me and what I am, but you’re the first to do so on accident, and certainly the first to not want something from me. Some people got quite aggressive when I told them I couldn’t do what my father could do. I’m only half-fae, you see, and my powers are somewhat limited, though I have accentuated them with some learning in the arts of the arcane,” Cichol explained with another quiet sigh.

“I’m unsure what you’re talking about though, as far as the magical happenings you mentioned... I don’t think I’m necessarily involved, per se, but if you need assistance... Well, I suppose the best people to talk to about these happenings would be me, my sister, and my mother. My sister is like me, and my mother is a hedge witch.”

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“That’s very thoughtful of you,” She said as she returned his smile, resisting the urge to take another sip right away.

Catching Cichol’s sigh, she looked over at him, her brows pinching together in concern.

“You could say that…” She said softly, softly reaching out and placing her hand over her dates as she glanced past him to smile at Abby. “She’s handled it very well, though. You both have, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

“Abby is the wisest and most patient child I’ve ever met. No wonder she’s handled it well,” Cafall remarked as he reached out and ruffled Cichol’s hair.

Cichol lightly slapped Cafall’s hand away and let out another slight sigh, then offered Dis an apologetic smile.

“Thank you, Dis. I’m okay, just a bit worn out from the stress of it all. I’ll be fine once I get some food and drink in me,” Cichol commented, at which point Cafall set a menu in front of Dis, then inquired with Cichol if he would be getting his usual. Cichol nodded in response, and watched as Kody brought Abby over and set her in the seat next to Dis, then pulled up an order book and pen from her apron.

“Take your time, I am just killing time before I have to go back to dealing with my other customers,” Kody said to DIs with a smile and a wink.

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Dis took the remote and turned the TV on, searching through a couple channels before picking an episode of The Great British Bake Off. Hoping something lighthearted and relaxing would help them all feel better.

Her fingers began to run through Abby’s hair as they settled in, a gentle hum forming from her lips. Sweet, and soothing, her Glamour working its way into the tune as it always did. Giving it a lovely and magical soft of calm that helped your worries fade away.

With Dis’ Glamour, the relaxing touch of her father and her step-mother, the pleasant show before her, and the alcohol in her system, it was a matter of minutes before Abby’s form slumped against Dis, and soft little snores could be heard coming from her.

Cichol noticed this, and chuckled quietly as he worked away at the poor girl’s feet.

“When do you think we should tell her?” Cichol asked softly, gesturing to Dis’ belly with one hand.

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She blinked again as his Glamour washed over her, then her eyes narrowed and she stepped even closer, so close she was inches from brushing up against him. “You’re not going to be able to charm your way out of this you know.”

The hand not on his shoulder lifted up, palm held out flat as she concentrated on summoning a tiny flame for him to see. It was gone in the next second, her hand closing around the space where it used to be.

“So?” She asked, still looking up at him with the all important question written across her face. “Are you going to ask me again how it’s even possible? Or are you going to admit that you’re like me?”

He seemed confused as she dismissed his glamour’s dissonance with nary a thought, though when his eyes found the fire that flitted in and out of existence at her whim, his eyebrow cocked at her.

“A’righ’, fine, you caugh’ me,” He admitted as he stepped in even closer, closing the distance between them and taking her rather gently by the hand, with his thumb pressed gently into the palm of her hand. His grey eyes slowly shifted colours to a vibrant violet. It seemed he hid this colour with his glamour.

With his hand holding hers gently, he led her even further into cover, pulling her into the alley between a side building and the gym.

“So, wha’ d’ya wan’ wit’ me, lass? Cannae be a coincidence another caster shows up same day I do, especially one tha’ can ignore me glamour. Fair warnin’, I cannae gran’ wishes like me Da could, and jus’ because I’m Irish don’ mean I’ve go’ a po’ o’ gold to give ye.”

As he spoke, Cichol gently released her hand and took a long drag off his cigarette, letting it out with a huff as he finished speaking. Upon further inspection, with his visual glamour lowered to her, she’d see not just his violet eyes, but canines and premolars ever so slightly longer and sharper than they should be, along with ears that ended in points, ever so slightly longer than normal ears, and adorned with steel rings in the upper helix, closer to the point of his ears. His tattoos, while still thick and covering his arms, now danced with slight violet iridescence.

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“You think she’d tell him? When she was the one who went and started things and all?” Dis asked, not sure she believed it. The amount of importance girls like that put on the social hierarchy, it seemed unlikely one would admit to seeking out and getting bested by someone they saw as a ‘loser’.

The young witch blinked when the cigaret seemed to light on its own, the previous subject falling right off her train of thought as she put two and two together.

Stepping in closer and pressing him forward by the shoulder until they were both safely and securely out of sight behind the building, she gave a quick look around before staring up at him, her eyes searching his with an intense scrutiny. “Did you… did you just light that without fire?”

“I t’ink she’s arrogant enough to concoct some story to get him to confront me,” He responded with a sigh, though he froze briefly as she stared at him, then back him further behind the building.

When she stared him down, he found a cool smile gracing his lips as he flared his glamour, his eyes flaring a light purple with it.

“I’ve no idea what you’re on about, lass. How would that even possible?”

His voice carried a dissonance of his glamour, a magical attempt to distract her or throw off her train of thought.

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“You have a point.” Dis laughed lightly, his wink not exactly helping her blush. Though luckily at this point she was fairly sure she couldn’t get any redder than she already was. “Still, it’s appreciated.”

She watched as he put together the drinks, slightly mesmerized by the smooth and practiced motions he made as he did so. She let out a slightly surprised ‘thank you’ when he set the fanciest one down in front of her, taking it cautiously in both hands. Drinking had been something she definitely never planned on doing the first date, but when he’d been so nice as to make it for her…

Cautiously, she took a very tiny sip, the flavors spreading out across her tongue in a way that made her eyes brighten and her mouth fall open. “Oh, this is wonderful!”

“Just grenadine and Whiskey, nothing too fancy. Figured straight whiskey might be a bit rough for date night. Now it’s easier to sip at,” Cafall replied with a bit of a smile.

Cichol sipped at his drink for a moment, then took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“From the sound of it, you two have had a rough bit of a night,” Cafall commented, coming over to stand in front of Cichol and Dis as Abby finished her story. Kody was gushing about how brave Abby had been,, and had scooped the girl up into her lap.

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Dis took both of Abby’s hands once the ring was off, covering the indentation where the ring used to be as she squeezed her stepdaughter’s hands in hers. She smiled at the other softly, trying to communicate all the love and support she could through her warm, apple-green eyes. “Okay sweetie. Whatever you need, your dad and I are here for you.”

Nodding at the idea, Dis lead Abby over to the couch, sitting down to one side so the girl could take the center. Coaching Abby to lean against her, she wrapped an arm around the girl’s shoulders and began to rub a hand gently up and down her arm, comforting her as they all settled down together.

Cichol came around to sit on the other side of Abby, who was more than happy to curl up with her step-mother. She looked at her dad as he sat down, and she sighed softly before shifting to rest her feet on his legs, with her head resting against Dis’ shoulder. Cichol cocked an eyebrow at her, then rolled his eyes and moved his hands to massage Abby’s feet.

With a nod of Cichol’s head, the remote jumped over to land on the arm of the couch next to Dis.

“Go ahead and put something on, darling. Doesn’t matter what,” Cichol said with a small smile as Abby relaxed in-between them.

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She snickered lightly at his jest. “No need to worry about that. I’d put a stop to it before it got that bad.” Whisper cast a glance at his hand from the corner of her eye. Arms sliding the slightest bit tighter around her bent knee.

“Oh, I trust you would,” He chuckled softly.

He noticed her draw in on herself a bit, and freed his arm from around her, offering her an apologetic smile. He reached out and took up his notebook once again, and produced a pencil from thin air once again.

He began sketching then, content to sit in silence with her nearby.

#sorry for short #cafall is an awkward bean

19, 42, for cafall to answer

19. Are they right or left handed?

Cafall is naturally ambidextrous, though favors his left hand for writing and drawing.

42. Do they have any bad habits?

Well, Cafall is a smoker, and he’s not like Cichol, where it can’t harm him. That being said, he’s not as heavy a smoker as his blood-brother is. He is, however, a heavy drinker, and while he has a stronger constitution than most, he often drinks to excess when he can.

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1 and 8 for Cichol

1. What do they smell like?

Well, Cichol almost constantly smells of lavender, especially when he is flaring his magic.

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten?

This is a toughie. Cichol, while born on earth, has spent a lot of his life traveling the world tree and all of the various different realms. He’s probably eaten things that humanity has never even heard of. As far as earthly foods, though, I have to say balut or century eggs, and neither are something he would eat again.

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5. How do they deal with/react to pain?

6. What do they like to wear?

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively?

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“She does have a right to be angry…” Dis said, glancing in the direction of where the girls had gone. “I do wish she would direct it towards the right person though.”

She stepped out of the way of his locker for him, watching him as he opened it up.

“Still, I appreciate you stepping in to help me when you didn’t need to.” She told him genuinely, leaning against her own locker nearby. Trying to offer him a smile to lighten the mood, she hugged the books she was carrying a little closer to her chest, having forgotten she’d come by in the first place to put them away. “And I’m glad it was you and not your sister, if that’s the case. The situation is fairly awkward and out of proportion already without people ending up in the hospital over it.”

She blinked when he turned back to invite her to come with, waiting only a second before adjusting her own bag and following after. “You really think she’d go after me right away again?”

“She did say she was going to let it slide…..”

“A right to be angry, sure, yet no right to harass and harm someone, but try tellin’ that to the meatheads ‘round ‘ere. I’ve no doubt I’ll be ending up in a tussle wit’ her fella when he catches wind of what just happened,” Cichol grumbled as he stepped out of the building and hooked around the back of the gym.

With no concern for who might see, he put a cigarette between his lips and lit it before he was even behind the building. Oddly enough, he seemed to have lit the cigarette without a lighter, and had been in Dis’ sight the whole time, with no chance to light it without her seeing.

“Hm, maybe she would let it slide. But I doubt it, she seems a right cunt. If she caught you alone while she was still angry over being rebuked? Well, I suppose a slap’d be the least of what she’d dish out,” He responded after a long drag taken off the cigarette.

“Pro’lly be better if it were Abby who intervened, in my ‘umble opinion. A thrashing might’ve put ‘er in 'er place, and ‘er fella don’t seem the type to pick a fight wit’ a girl, even one who thrashed his lady.”

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Dis took the cue to come over to the bar, taking the seat one away from Abby so Cichol could sit next to his daughter. Draping her jacket over the back to claim it, she hopped up and settled in, giving the barkeep as much of her usual friendly smile as she could muster while still looking like a tomato. “You’re Cafall, right? Thank you for greeting us so warmly.”

Cafall offered her a smile and a nod.

“Well, I am in the service business. ‘Tis in my nature,” He said quietly, offering Dis a playful wink as he spoke. His eyes remained trained on Cichol’s daughter, trying not to interrupt Abigail as the small girl prattled on about her night, and the fight she got into with the brat from the sleepover.

Cichol sat next to Dis, and tapped the bar twice. Cafall’s eyes remained on Abby as he grabbed three bucket glasses from under the bar, put a chunk of ice in each, and poured out 3 doubles of jameson. Cafall slid one to Cichol, who snatched it up silently and took a long sip. The bartender seemed to consider the second one for a moment before he added a splash of grenadine, a twist of lime, and a fresh cherry, then he moved over and set it in front of Dis. The third was his, it seemed, as the tall man threw the glass back and downed all of it in one go.

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