the talk | elio, wicek & matthew
Wicek had spent the days following that kiss just locked away in the suite, trying to ignore the flurry of thoughts and feelings he didn’t need another spell to make things worse. Plus he knew Matthew would not return, not when it would mean talking about what was going on. Neither of them were good at this. Wicek thought he had been better at it when he was a vampire still but as a witch, his desire for honesty had faded. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure he could handle the emotions that would come with the truth.
When he finally did venture out, he had been hit with a spell that shrunk him two feet, giving him a new perspective on the world from this height. Just another thing to make him hate everything that was going on. Given that he had not seen either man since the incident so he was surprised when he received a message to meet Elio and his master at the bank. It felt like getting called into the principal’s office and Wicek took his time getting there, planning on using his shorter legs as an excuse.
Stepping inside the bank, a stern looking woman gave him a curious look before pointing him towards Elio’s door. He had been in his office once or twice before when he was still a vampire so he knew where to go. Stopping by the door, he knocked, waiting for a few moments before stepping inside. The sight was quite ridiculous between a tiny ifrit and a furry fallen angel. He knew he just added to the ridiculousness with his small stature and he chuckled nervously. He cleared his throat, not wanting to draw attention to how stupid they all must look.
“You asked for me to come here?” he asked, looking to the pixie sized Elio.
Matthew saw the tiny version of his lover as Elio stepped out from behind his computer screen and he had his decades of keeping his own reactions in check to thank for the way he managed to keep a mostly straight face. His feline ears, on the other hand, had perked up in clear interest and he nodded to Elio’s question, not quite trusting himself to speak just yet.
Elio looked positively adorable. But Matthew had a feeling that it was not the time for any fawning over the ifrit’s stature. His hand balled into a fist just as the door opened and Wicek entered. The necromancer was about four feet high and Matthew’s fist clenched even harder as he tried to contain himself.
He quickly turned and took a seat at Elio’s desk and looked away from them both in an attempt at hide his mirth as his feline tail swished back and forth.
“Shut the door and then take a seat,” Elio instructed, motioning to the chairs before his desk where Matthew already sat. “I can see we’re all still putting up with the effects of the week,” he added, deciding to address the elephant in the room. “I presume appearances are the only thing impacted?“ He gave a moment’s pause before continuing. “If so, I think it’s high time we address what happened a few weeks ago…. And what will inevitably happen.”