release from life

indie low activity horror and dark fantasy multi-muse by kane tracking unquietus

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exitiumparit‌:

“You don’t have to, but you can. Only thing you’re supposed to do is give them the appropriate amount of sunshine and water,” he explains sincerely. It seems like a thing Adrian is genuinely trying to get some information on and Jack doesn’t want to be an ass.

Oh, but that next question? Absolutely brutal.

“Damn, that’s hard.” He blows out a long breath and thinks it over.

“That’s like picking a favorite child. My gut says werewolf for the nostalgia,” he says. “But, I’m already second guessing that.” Jack gives an apologetic grin.

“Sorry if that’s taken personally.”

Adrian gives Jack a small, bemused smile. “No offence taken,” he says. “No one ever picks demons, we’re everyone’s least favourite. Even my daughter--she always picked vampires. Can you imagine?”

The audacity, etcetera.

But Adrian shrugs without focusing too much on Sadie. Says, “I think you should ask more questions, too. I know you want to.”

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—-Well, wasn’t that a question.

“Occasionally, but not out of habit,” he smiles and sips his coffee, grinning back at Adrian. By the smile on the demon’s face, Jack figures that he’s not offended by the joking. Good to know. He liked his hell creatures to have a sense of humour.

“Go for it: twenty questions mode.”

“Aren’t you supposed to? Talk to plants?” Adrian asks. He doesn’t really... know. But people say things. He picks up on them.

Adrian pokes at his food a bit, taking a few bites before he decides what to ask next.

“What’s your favourite supernatural creature?”

Choose wisely.

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“You also technically know where I live and the car I drive. And I work in radio.”

Maybe he’d get that joke.

“Well, I have an older sister–oh, you also know my age–who is a pain in my ass but my best friend. I’m captain of a rugby team and love iced coffee. And not running over people.” He grins as he takes a seat across from Adrian.

“What else would you like to know?”

Yes, okay, this time Adrian realized he’s being teased. He smiles, though, not offended. He takes another sip of coffee as he ponders what else to ask. He remembers that Jack said something about plants and so he asks, spontaneously, “Do you talk to your plants?”

Important information.

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exitiumparit‌:

“Oh, there isn’t a precise and scientific conversion rate for time between Hell and the mortal world? Is this a confirmation that time is, indeed, fake?” He jokes.

But, honestly, it sounded like a challenge for Jack to figure out the formula. He’s sure he could find an Excel spreadsheet formula to help him with the trickier parts of the math.

“Order up, by the way,” he says as he serves the eggs on two plates for the both of them. 

“Time is definitely fake,” Adrian agrees with a shrug. Yes, he missed the joke. “I know beings that can bend it. I figure it doesn’t stand for much except a convenient way of tracking events.”

But, “Thanks,” he says and takes the food and sits properly so he can enjoy the eggs and coffee.

“So, I think it’s only fair you tell me a bit about yourself, Jack. I don’t know much about you expect that you’re hospitable.”

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“And how old are you, or is that classified hell creature information?” he asks with a bit of a joking smile.

Jack Wright at it again with the injection of humor to keep things light.

That and no dead air: cardinal rules of radio.

“I’m thirty-one. Since it’s rude to ask someone’s age.” He winks playfully.

Adrian grins. “We don’t quite measure the same way for age as humans do, but I’d say it’s roughly the equivalent of one hundred and sixty years. Give or take. Which is... probably close enough to being mid-thirties, by a human’s standard. For rates of maturity, etcetera.”

His smile turns a little more subdued, and shy, and he says, “I’ve done the math before, if you can’t tell. It’s really imprecise. But my late husband wanted to know some of this stuff, too, so we figured it out.”

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“Please, help yourself,” he says and gestures towards the coffee pot. Jack would drink iced coffee in a blizzard. The only reason he owned the hot coffee maker was for his sister and another guests that hadn’t seen the true light of day on the caffeinated matter.

“How long are your lifespans?” he asks. Really, as long as Adrian continued to seem okay with the questioning, Jack would take any information he could get. This was absolutely fascinating. Talking to a real demon. In his kitchen!

Lily, eat your heart out.

“Thanks,” Adrian says, and gets himself some more coffee. He likes it hot, personally. Cold and him don’t get along. (Same reason he loves blankets so much.)

He steps back toward the table and leans on it a little as he drinks the coffee. He’s fine with the questioning, honestly. No real issue.

He gets curiosity, after all.

“Depends on the demon,” Adrian answers. “I’m not particularly old--for a demon--but some of my friends are a few hundred years old. That’s not to mention the elders.”

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“Huh. Fascinating.”

That didn’t particularly answer his question on what rest looked like for Adrian when he wasn’t in the human world, but the gap in knowledge is kind of fascinating, too. So, Jack can’t help himself when he asks:

“So are you, like, sustained on the trading of the metaphysical?”

It didn’t feel too intrusive, and if it was, he’d apologize. He had to wonder, too, what ‘the metaphysical’ was defined as, and knew that would likely be his next question on the running tab he was making in his head.

Jack heads back for the eggs and lifts the pan off the burner so they don’t cook too quickly.

“Want anything else to eat? More coffee?”

“More coffee would be great,” Adrian says, and gets up off the floor so that he can get a refill on it. He stays standing, this time. “And yes, that’s more or less it. I don’t really need rest per se, to exist, but brokering is kind of my... bread and butter.”

Adrian shrugs.

“However, seeing as we have long lifespans, it’s not like I need to be striking deals that frequently, either.”

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Jack grins brighter. Oh, so he was interesting now?

“I’m glad I’m an entertaining test subject, at least.” Least he could do, and all. He figured it was a part of something to do with hospitality.

He nods as he pops some slices of bread into his toaster.

“So, what does rest look like to a demon? Since humans are biologically wired to need sleep, as much as we convince ourselves otherwise.”

Adrian nods a little as he watches Jack. He takes another long sip of coffee.

“It depends on the demon,” he explains. “But sleep is one way. We don’t need it the same way, but it can help. Otherwise, it kind of depends on what the demon runs on. I favour sleeping when I’m in the human world, personally. Otherwise I’m a broker, of sorts. I trade. It means I can trade even the metaphysical.”

He shrugs.

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“Aw, thanks. That’s nice of you, considering I nearly ran you over with my car.” Also, like, Adrian didn’t owe him anything. He was a little touched, though, that he’d want to. 

—Or was that another social cue or something he was learning about?

“Do, uh, demons typically not have beds, I suppose? I agree with your opinions, at least. About the beds. Too many people like sleeping on mattresses that are like floors.”

Adrian laughed a little. “I mean, fair,” he says. “But it might be interesting. And you seem interesting, so I’m sure it would be.”

He’s still learning, though. Figuring out the human world. It was different with Jackson.

He shrugs. “Anyway. We don’t really need to sleep, if that makes sense? So the only beds I’ve used recently weren’t mine, and it’s been sparing. Usually, if I feel like sleeping, it’s just anywhere.”

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—-There was so much to work through in those two answers.

Jack pauses and looks back up at Adrian with about three times the amount of confusion. 

Demons were fascinating.

“Uh, what are your opinions on beds?” Adrian seemed happy on the floor, though, so he wouldn’t continue to fight him on that.

“And, uh, no, not the radios themselves. I run the shows on stations, though. 1090 AM, specifically.” Sure, free plug. “If demons listen to radio shows.”

“My--Jackson didn’t really listen to the radio,” Adrian explains. “So I didn’t really know how they work. Maybe I’ll get one,” he adds, “to listen to your channel. I’m sure that I can work it out.”

But he shrugs. “I was kind of a house demon,” he jokes. “So I enjoyed having a bed. Especially one that was warm and with lots of cushioning. That’s the best kind. You need a soft mattress, and lots of pillows.” That’s just fact. “I haven’t had one in a few years, though.”

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—Well, alright. Floor it was.

Was that actually more comfortable or was he saying something about his dining room table or was this just, like, a demon thing?

“I’m, uh, a radio producer. Do you, like, want to stay on the floor there or have a seat at the table?” he asks as he continues to get going on the eggs. 

Adrian blinks up from where he’s sitting on the floor. He doesn’t answer for a moment, taking a long sip of his coffee, as he contemplates his answer. “It doesn’t matter that much. The only furniture I have a strong opinion about is beds.” He shrugs.

“So do you--make radios? Is that what that means?”

Listen, Jackson never prepared him for this.

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Yeah, sure, he’d honestly be pretty thrilled to be a study subject to a demon.

“I’d be happy to. How’s your coffee taste?” He asks as he slices off a few tablespoons of butter into the pan. The way he makes his eggs is a little labor intensive, but it had the best flavor to him, and went great with toast.

“What questions do you have? I’ll do my best to convey my angle of the human experience.” Jack’s curious about whoever that other human was—child, maybe, of him and his husband? Could demons and humans procreate? That felt invasive to ask, though, and rude, given Adrian didn’t seem to want to be on Earth all that much to begin with, let alone interviewed.

“Coffee’s great,” Adrian assures him. He wraps both hands around the mug and sips from it from where he leans. Then, abruptly, he sits on the floor and looks up at Jack. It seems comfortable enough.

As for questions... hm.

“I don’t know. Nothing specific, really,” he says. “What do you do? As in, for a job. I understand my husband was... unique. So I only have so much perspective on this ‘work’ thing.”

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