Burned Too Bright

Hedgie stretches with a small mewl as her hand gives a small twirl, a rain cloud appearing over Ashe’s head and showering him with just enough rain to make him damp.

She spins in the air, humming. “Hast thou attempted to be a father of gentle hand and spirit? Wise and fair? Or hast thou merely acted like the infernal dog thou are? Perhaps Merlin would not have such ire of thou and be more eager to have tea wist thou if thou hadn’t given reason.”

She taps her chin. “Or thoust can simply accept thy mechanicians failed and remake thy plans with one other than thy rebellious son. But such things would require many years no? Ah a pity.”

He wouldn't have to do this if the boy would just obey. Just do was he's supposed to. The world would be remade and then Ashema could be this mythical doting parent in a world made right and safe and sane. Not just for him. For everyone.

No one fucking cared. They just saw him as some evil, immoral, scum of a creature--of a father. They weren't wrong, but he did so tire of fighting the endless tide.

"There is none I have sired that have ever been like him before or after. His time is the time that is running out. Not mine." Was all he cared to rebuff of her snarky soliloquy. "There will be none like him again and whatever cambion bastard powerful enough comes after will not be a creature that would be kind in its aftermath."

“Then thou must simply stop thy planning. Merlin hath no interest in thy plots.” She sighs. “He wishes to spend his time with friends in peace.”

He sat back and crossed his arms. Souring, visibly. Withdrawing to. There was no point. He always tried and always was met with these black and white brick fucking walls. He's mean. He's a demon. His evil. Can't listen to that one. That's more important that eradicating cancer, war, plague, the tyrannical distinction between Good and Evil--lets keep it all including HIV and slavery. Forever! Not just for a handful of growing pained months before his ungrateful fucking child finished rearranging the furniture. Telling him to give up and be silent was obviously more important.

Hedgie stretches with a small mewl as her hand gives a small twirl, a rain cloud appearing over Ashe’s head and showering him with just enough rain to make him damp.

She spins in the air, humming. “Hast thou attempted to be a father of gentle hand and spirit? Wise and fair? Or hast thou merely acted like the infernal dog thou are? Perhaps Merlin would not have such ire of thou and be more eager to have tea wist thou if thou hadn’t given reason.”

She taps her chin. “Or thoust can simply accept thy mechanicians failed and remake thy plans with one other than thy rebellious son. But such things would require many years no? Ah a pity.”

He wouldn't have to do this if the boy would just obey. Just do was he's supposed to. The world would be remade and then Ashema could be this mythical doting parent in a world made right and safe and sane. Not just for him. For everyone.

No one fucking cared. They just saw him as some evil, immoral, scum of a creature--of a father. They weren't wrong, but he did so tire of fighting the endless tide.

"There is none I have sired that have ever been like him before or after. His time is the time that is running out. Not mine." Was all he cared to rebuff of her snarky soliloquy. "There will be none like him again and whatever cambion bastard powerful enough comes after will not be a creature that would be kind in its aftermath."

I guess. I mean. Mostly so far it's been good. Interesting.

[ Cleared her throat. ]

Wasn'tlikeIdidn'tknowyouweretouchingme...

[ Still... How dare he call her out like that... ]

I guess. I mean. Mostly so far it's been good. Interesting.

[ Cleared her throat. ]

Hedgie stretches with a small mewl as her hand gives a small twirl, a rain cloud appearing over Ashe’s head and showering him with just enough rain to make him damp.

Mmm. You share enough with me, anyway. Not like I can't get my fill of you whenever I need it.

[ Snorted. ]

Yes, yes, of course that's true. Predictable nerd.

Mmm. You share enough with me, anyway. Not like I can't get my fill of you whenever I need it.

[ Snorted. ]

Yes, yes, of course that's true. Predictable nerd.

Mmm. You share enough with me, anyway. Not like I can't get my fill of you whenever I need it.

[ Snorted. ]

[ Which she did mean far more sincerely than she would let on for both of their sake. ]

I'll consider it. I still have a few weight-lifter and just generally strong ghosts I can borrow from on roster. Making my little snuff jars as I sometimes call them, with the gravedirt and whatnot.

Then laughed in turn. ]

Ah, the yelp is pretty good. Plus it's good to have someone else be able to lift Sorcha up too, if needed.

The groping was expected, certainly. Wouldn't have left it in there in the first place if she didn't want him sticking his hands in there. ]

Just your standard sort of protection charms. Little bit of luck. Ward off your more malevolent spirits like poison colours on tropical fish. If you really get in a pinch, they should be able to provide a good size shield for a bit, though that'll drain them dry.

A bit of candle light or moonlight should help keep them charged for regular passive use, though.

[ Happy enough to hold him up, even in a more solid form. ]

Hmph. Reached out with a free hand to brush over her cheek and tip her face so he could lean down and give her a warm, quick, butterfly of a kiss. She was a good consort. For all his inability to really process the deepdowndeepdown of it.

He leaned back up and onto his cane.]

She'd made sure they were attuned to Ash's particular resonance, not wanting to accidentally harm him with them, even with her specialisation in ghosts and non-demonic spirits.

Leaned into his hand before the kiss, sneaking a quick extra peck before he pulled away. ]

Ohhhh that's what it is, I see. Well. Can't say I don't appreciate an older vintage, or however the saying goes.

[ Eyed him up a bit. ]

The groping was expected, certainly. Wouldn't have left it in there in the first place if she didn't want him sticking his hands in there. ]

Just your standard sort of protection charms. Little bit of luck. Ward off your more malevolent spirits like poison colours on tropical fish. If you really get in a pinch, they should be able to provide a good size shield for a bit, though that'll drain them dry.

A bit of candle light or moonlight should help keep them charged for regular passive use, though.

[ Happy enough to hold him up, even in a more solid form. ]

Hmph. Reached out with a free hand to brush over her cheek and tip her face so he could lean down and give her a warm, quick, butterfly of a kiss. She was a good consort. For all his inability to really process the deepdowndeepdown of it.

He leaned back up and onto his cane.]

Would get both of her arms around him and lean in, breathing in his familiar scent. Nuzzled her face into his hair. ]

Who said I didn't?

[ Nipped at one of his ear tips because she could. ]

If you reach into my right skirt pocket, you might find something in there I thought you'd like.

[ There would be a little velvet pouch in there with a pair of earrings she'd made herself. Silver and gold round shield shapes with a drop-shaped sapphire hanging below each. Hummed with protective magical energy. There were two smaller matching double-rings of gold and silver with a sapphire bead on each in there too, not magical. Fine to go in nipples or also on his ears as he preferred. ]

He hummed with intrigue. He was so into gifts! He was also into gems and precious metals, so doubly good choices. He emptied the contents into calm while leaning into her some to compensate for no cane. Pushed them around with a finger to look at them.]

Oooo, pretty! [The new look was not going to negate his personality at all. Which likely added a bit of comicalness to his diva-ness. He held up the earrings before going about putting them on--willing away his previous pair was easy given they'd not been physical things to begin with.] What did you put in them?

[ Shrugged. ]

Been, ah, tracking down ghosts who are used to hot and humid climates, siphoning off some of that experience to use for myself. And then leeching out and storing up the cold of graves and mausoleums and even managed to get into a morgue.

Though that was a two-fer for helping someone with their unfinished business.

[ Cleared her throat. And then opened her arms up with wiggly fingers. ]

Smoothly gimped on over the remaining steps and got arm around him. He did continue to care for her an awful lot. The influence she and Alan had on him was fairly obvious in his tweaked around form.]

It is the responsible thing to do.

Fuck, I always love what a good influence you are.

Ah. Can’t blame her for trying. Seems he was smarter than most she ran across. She hums.

“Ash, ash, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, thy wariness is quite just.” She cackles before her eyes go wide when she’s suddenly yanked down. Right before she hits the table her form shifts, leaving him empty handed as she flitters around him in the shape of a sparrow. She twitters at him before reforming now out of reach in her usual form of essentially naked blond woman wagging a finger at him.

He was a petty creature. Pulling hair had been a high school level amount of cattiness. He didn't give chase. Bad knee or no. Somewhat used to nuisances. Came with being a demon and being surrounded by Problems That Don't Like Him.

"Bad manners is getting between a father and his son." He tsked right back. "What I am doing is justified retaliation."

Why was she nearly naked? Not that he minded, strictly speaking. But...Well, supposed he already knew she wasn't human. Standards must be different for her kind. Already knew she wasn't demonic. He rubbed at his current stubble and tilted his head ever so slightly. Not an elf or a dryad.