More muses than you think

She nods a little, glancing down the hallway towards the library. If Ari was making coffee for her, would it be rude to leave the room? He seemed occupied, though, and he had mentioned the book. Clearly, he wanted her to know of it’s existence, or else why mention it? Or maybe, she could just wait for him, and he would look for it with her.

Closing the book, one which she suspected was written by witches about other supernaturals, Lydia set it down and rose, approaching Ari where he stood, emptying the bag. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel his heart beating underneath her fingers, to know he was real and alive, but she was scared. Nervous, about freaking him out, about pushing him away. She felt so clingy, this need to be near him, to touch him, but given how she had lost Jackson, it made sense.

“Maybe we can go look for it, together,” she offered, clenching her hands by her sides. Would it be odd, for her to ask to kiss him, to touch him, to explore him and let him explore her? It felt so odd, to want so much from a stranger, but she needed him in ways she couldn’t explain. In ways that scared her… in ways that reminded her of her past. She wanted memories for her future. Wanted… she wanted to break past this wall they had built between them. Now. 

Ari was trying to make sure that she was comfortable. It was a hard task for him but he was managing so far. He did want her to know about her kind, they were rare. He had met a few but that’s because they were brought to him. Being half dead made him different from everybody. He knowing about banshees could help her out, after all, it was why he told her.

He pauses when he feels her close to him, turning and pressing a kiss to her forehead. He likes to touch her, feel that she was there. Ari had sensory problems still, felt left behind if he didn’t touch things. It was why he constantly was touching things, hand something life like n his hands. He hoped that she didn’t think this was weird. “Are you alright?” he asked softly, looking at her.

at least somebody was observant. some men after a few beers lost all common sense. or lacked it entirely. probably the latter in this man’s case. the man’s gaze flickers between all of them, stumbling backwards. it was the growl that punctuated his decision. she was certain of that. and faye laughed wholeheartedly as she sat down beside him at the bar. “ and to think it’s only the beginning of the night. “

dayton liked to think that he was smarter than most men mostly because he wasn’t like most. after all who could say that they walked around with a giant lion? he looked at her and smiled a bit. “really? now that has got to be a shame. what kind of night is that to start with?” he asked. relaxing a bit. he watched munchkin make himself a seat behind the girl laying down and watching the people in the bar. “well, i think my lion has taken a liking to you.”

Dewi’s lips pursed as she stared down at the child for a moment before she shrugged slightly at his words. Something told her he was going to try and do something to her. She knew Leon was trying to help, but Dewi didn’t like feeling coddled. As an ex-commander ( she hates to think of it that way ) she’s used to not showing any sort of weakness. What happened was the ultimate sign of it. ❝ Alright. ❞ One last look at the boy is shot before she moved to settle herself down onto the nearest bench in the bunker. ❝ I didn’t think there would be anyone left out there… At all. ❞ 

Leon knows Dewi well enough to know she hates showing the weakness. Commanders didn’t show weakness. Leon didn’t show weakness. They both knew what would happen if they did. Leon still had a problem showing emotion at times. But it seemed like they were the last, as well as this strange boy. Leon looks the boy over, seeing the bits of radiation on him. He looked like he would heal, he had to heal. ❝ Nothing out there? ❞ He relaxed a bit, covering the boy with the blanket. ❝ I know but still. There was a small possibility of there being more night bloods out there. ❞

  A grin tugs at her lips as she nods. ❝ Can do. ❞ Dewi was still recovering somewhat from her own run in before everything went to shit. Cheating, which had nearly killed her. The slight limp she’d developed while still healing was a reminder of that. The blonde laid the child down before turning towards Leon. ❝ What should we name him… Unless he has a name already. ❞ With how young he looked, it was doubtful he even could say it if he had one.

He’s not going to deny her this. The child was small and she would need somebody other than him. ❝ He looks almost seven. ❞ He’s offered before to reset her leg, it doesn’t look right when she limps. But he never pushes. Maybe he should. She seems like she needs to be pushed. He lets out a breath and rummages a bit, trying to see what they had for the kid. ❝ He probably has a name Dewi. Why don’t we wait for him to wake up first and then we find out? Go sit down. ❞ He wants to look at her leg again, just to make sure it’s really okay. 

❝ California, ❞ Scottie answers before she nods. ❝ Yeah, I can tell. Why don’t you come with me, I won’t hurt you or anything. I can help you figure out where you’re from, and dry off. ❞

❝ California.... ❞ Cerberus repeats her and frowns. He doesn’t know where that is above ground. He looks at her, eyes still glowing red. ❝ You wouldn’t be able to. Werewolves can’t hurt me... At least in my true form they can’t.❞  But he makes a motion he’ll follow her. Only because he doesn’t know where to go.