Something Wicked

“Sawyer is very special,” Emil agreed, his quiet, low tone a sign of the fact that he didn’t talk about these things often. He wasn’t ashamed of love, though. Some people thought it made you weak, but he disagreed. His lovers made him strong. “You’ll like her, then. She’s very… demanding. Her brother is almost as bad.” If someone had told him even just a few months ago that he would be discussing Sawyer’s cats’ personalities like this, he would have punched them, probably. But, he had really grown quite fond of them, somewhere along the way.

There were a few moments of silence after Addison spoke, the vampire still looking down at their hands. But, finally, he managed to look up at her and keep his eyes on her, no matter how much he wanted to hide the vulnerability he was sure was in his eyes. “I did it to myself, you know. I deserve the pain I’m in now.” For an addict, he had a controversial view on addiction, but he didn’t dwell on it long. “Your company is more than enough.” Emotionally, Emil was the equivalent of a giant pile of goo right now. It was one reason he wasn’t really going out in public or dealing with business things yet. “I’m just kind of tired and weak, mostly. I really only feel sick when I’m around werewolves, so I’m trying not to be. But, since I’ve always liked wolf blood, a lot of my friends are wolves, and that makes avoiding them a little more difficult.” He cleared his throat and shook his head, ready to change the subject for the time being. Just confessing it had been more than enough for him. “Anyway, what’s new with you, Princess?”

Addison smile a quiet sort of inward smile. She was happy to hear that, to know he had someone special to him. To know that someone was close by who made him happy. She wished she could express it more that that, but she didn’t want to embarrass him. “I generally like cats. I think...I think when I get a pet for my own it will probably a cat.” She nodded as she lifted her eyes to his and nodded her head. Her features softened a little as she listed to him discussing the animals. “Aw, they are siblings,” she turned her head looking off in the direction the animal traveled. “I always wanted a brother growing up. Someone to make me feel less lonely or whatever...” she trailed of before turning her attention back to Emil. 

“I’m not a cat person,” Emil insisted simply, shaking his head. He saw the longing look she gave the cat and let out a soft laugh. “She’ll be back, don’t worry. She’s an attention whore. Anyway, they’re not mine. Sawyer, one of my lovers, lives here with me and he has two of them. They’re not that bad.” He sighed as the young witch apologized. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I understand.” She couldn’t be blamed for repeating things when she’d lost her memory. That would be ridiculous.

When her hand reached over and laid atop his own larger one, a slight smile flicked at the edge of his lips and he looked down at them, turning his own over to easily lace their fingers together. He had missed being with her, especially like this. He loved their relaxed, casual affection for each other. “I’ve missed you, too,” he admitted lowly, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry for making you worry, but  that’s…” He let out a heavy sigh and looked over at his friend, then back at their hands. Getting clean was making him feel vulnerable and emotional and he really should have been embarrassed, but he knew Addison would never judge him for it. “I appreciate you being here. I’ve been kind of isolating myself, so company sounds great,” he murmured. “Look, I, uh. I like wolf blood. Too much, I guess, you know. You.. I’m pretty sure you knew that. Anyway, I’ve managed it for a long time but I had a lot going on and I let it get out of hand and it started making me sick. So a few days ago I stopped and now I’m an entirely different kind of fucked up,” he rambled out in confession, long fingers idly sliding along hers as he spoke.

Addison snickered a little when he corrected her. “Well excuse me for making assumptions.” She listened patiently as she put more of the pieces together. She nodded her head as she listened. “Well Sawyer must be pretty special if you let him have his cats here.” She pointed out before laughing a little as the cat walked away. “Well it is better that she is an attention whore. Some cats are skittish and not friendly. I prefer the ones that want you to notice them,” Addie nodded as she pushed back some of her blonde hair behind her ears before she turned her attention back to Emil.