fuck you

@senatusstarters location: La Musa notes: yeehaw ( 1 per mun)

English was rusty for him, but Kaito still felt like this guy was talking as if he had peanut butter stuck to the roof of his mouth. He tried his best to pay attention to every word though. All he really picked up was the mention of snow so it definitely had something to do with the weather. He picked up the glass of wine that he had made himself because the hotel certainly didn't have that on demand. He waved a hand towards the seat. "Go right ahead." He lifted his glass slightly. "Are you actually staying here? Like you're actually a customer? You paid to be here?"

@demonkaito location: alstroemeria house notes: why is this place so depressing?

This house was all too familiar to him even with how long he had been separated from it. Home was where the heart was or whatever. Honestly, Kaito didn't really remember what the phrase was nor did he even think it actually applied here. It didn't much matter though. The point was that walking around the house felt like he'd never actually left. The only difference now was that there was quite a lot of empty space. That was fine to him though. Socialization was something he was decent at, but he preferred to keep to himself most of the time. Nevertheless, he'd make an effort with anyone within this coven where Yurena was a one woman show. Leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest to eye the witch before him. "Yes, Kaito. Vidal, right?" He already knew that, but he didn't mind fucking with the kid, too. Hazing worked sometimes. He'd read that somewhere.

The grief is overpowering, but so it's the relief. The understanding that comes from being seen and loved still, the reassurance and trust placed on their bond above all else. Part of it, she knows, it's because Kaito is her familiar, but even then, his words are a reassurance that he will choose her in a way no one else has since the destruction of Alstroemeria. It's a relief to know that through everything, he will remain at her side.

"Aht aht." He lifted a finger to stop her from talking. Kaito had been around her through nearly every moment of her life. She'd been young when she first summoned him and he couldn't help but feel like he was supposed to be a brother to her. So that was what he had been. He had wanted to make sure that she was safe and that nothing bad could happen to her. But it had and he wasn't sure if he could forgive himself for that. If anyone should have been apologizing, it was him.

"Are we goin' to a party or are we goin' to the end of the rainbow?" It's a little cheeky, he can't help but smirk as his fingers smooth over the collar of the demon's shirt. His eyes find the other man's and there's literally no need for him to shiver at the feeling of the hand at his jaw and yet it's there, a phantom running up his spine. Ciaran can actually feel the spirits watching them from the corners, no doubt also excited to see Kaito. It's something that comes with the territory, all of the wandering eyes and the listening ears, the place is full of ghosts, what they do is never entirely private. "Could be a party right here." He less states and more breathes against the side of the demon's jaw after he leans up on the balls of his feet. There eyes meet and he hopes he doesn't actually have to beg Kaito to kiss him, hopes he knows that he's seconds away from ripping his clothes off right then and there.

"I don't know. Maybe it's the end of the rainbow that seems more appealing." A shoulder lifted into a shrug as if being nonchalant about the matter. Kaito knew they had quite a bit of time to make up for, but there was also that party. Then again, what did he need to go to a party for? It wasn't like he ever truly enjoyed them. He was pretty sure the only time he ever actually went to one was when someone else dragged him there. That was besides the point right now though. The point at this very moment was that the party could be wherever they wanted to have it at. Whether it was in his bedroom at the Alstroemeria house or in Ciaran's bedroom at this hotel didn't much matter to the demon. "Could very well be," he stated again as the corner of his mouth lifted slightly into a smirk. Then he leaned in slightly. "It looks like you want me to kiss you."

All her fears evaporate in a second, her anxieties gone from the moment she fell Kaito's soul answer the call. Eyes meeting the demons, Yurena bites her inner check to avoid keening in agony as Kaito reaches for her hand and suddenly she is home. More than the halls she now haunts, more than the man she had called a brother, her home had always been found in Kaito. She had forgotten, her trip to Elysium stripping her memories of her most stalwart protector away, but what was lost is now found and all the pieces she had been missing have slotted back into place.

For all the two of them had been through together, Kaito was sure he had never seen her like this. The demon had been summoned for her quite young so she had been just a child. A child with the world at her fingertips. Violence ran in his blood from all that time he had spent within the Inferno so his thoughts when he had met that small child had been exactly what any demon's would be. Why did it have to be him stuck with some young witch that didn't know a damn thing about anything yet? She hadn't lived her life yet by then. She had just been looking for someone, he guessed. With all that weight on her shoulders, he half expected to have been lost to the Inferno again.

"Cheeky bastard." He all but mumbles against the demon's collarbone until he tips his head to kiss there before practically thunking his forehead against it. The breath Ciaran draws is unnecessary and shaky, his eyes are wet. He'd been days away from giving up on Yurena entirely and bribing some other witch to try and bring Kaito back, he'd been that desperate. But he'd been wrong to doubt her, for if the green haired demon was there in his arms, she'd come through not just for herself, but for him, too. "Yes an' any shorter an' I'll be lookin' for a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow." Eyes narrowed, he steps back only to hold Kaito at arm's length. He's really there, he's finally there in the rather festive lighting of the hotel lobby.

A short chuckle fell from his lips. Two seconds in and here Ciaran was with the name-calling already. In all honesty, maybe Kaito should've expected it. Most of the time, when he spoke, he was probably telling a semblance of a joke with a hint of an insult laced within it. Not towards the spirit he was holding onto right now, but the sentiment was still there. With Ciaran, he was probably telling a joke laced with an insult that wasn't really an insult but some weird declaration of love. Kaito was always interested in the reaction he got though. Usually, it didn't involved tears, but he assumed that had to do with the fact that they had been separated for so long. He wouldn't comment on it. Yet.