Leaping from her stool, Athena trotted her way to Nahuel, allowing her feline nature to guide her actions. His sight instantly made her pupil grow wide, his scent burned her nostrils and her lungs and every inch of her reacted to the two-nature man in front of her, pushing a cat-like grin from her lips and erasing everyone and everything from their surroundings. “Gatto.” She purred, holding on to his biceps and rubbing her nose on his jaw and his neck as she curled up inside his big, strong arms. She could heard her grandmother’s chuckle and couldn’t care less. The cat got what the cat wanted. “Demon.” Whispering in his ear, Athena gently nibbled on the earlobe and then pulled back, the grin stamped on her lips. Trailing her fingertips down his right arm until she found his hand and locked their fingers, Athena tugged on it gently, pulling Nahuel towards the counter.
“I told you you’d learn about faeries outside the books, I’m keeping my promise.” Bringing Nahuel and her family to meet hadn’t crossed her mind in a normal, humanish context. To her, she wasn’t taking a huge step into their relationship and introducing him to her family. Were they even in a relationship? Athena saw it simply as introducing a curious man to a wise fae, feeding the demon’s hunger for energy with one much older than her own. “Not a wolf indeed.” Ingrid laughed amused as they approached and Tea sat back on her stool, pulling one for Nahuel to sit next o her. “Viking blood.” Closing her eyes, the old woman leaned closer and sniffed, eyes then widening as she turned to Athena and then burst into laughing. “A demon… I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, kitten.” Ingrid smiled widely at the man and Athena rolled her eyes.
“This is my grandmother, Ingrid Cheshire.” Tea waved a hand towards the bright eyed woman. They had the same smile, Athena and her grandmother, but Ingrid’s eyes were sky blue. “Grandma, this is Nahuel Lodbrog. And the demon, but you know, just Nahuel for now.” She smiled at the Viking, her hand resting on his thigh under the counter. “Beautiful… A panther, for sure.” The woman raised her eyebrows and Athena nodded avidly. “Right? I told you.” She winked at Nahuel. “Fond of cats? You two.” Ingrid pointed at Nahuel and Athena bit down on her smirk, leaning towards him and pressing her cheek against his shoulder.
The nickname was what he knew now and upon hearing it, Nahuel’s features immediately tilted up, eyes closing for a moment as the fae ran her nose along his jaw bone – it was strange, how far they had come, from not wanting to touch each other at all to being unable to prevent their hands from travelling whenever they were in one another’s company, even when Nahuel was not in control, the viking’s body responded as though it was magnetized to Athena’s own. The grin got larger as she addressed Azazel, winning herself a kiss and a flicker of those pitch-black hues in acknowledgement, “Tea,” The voice left Patch’s lips, a name of which only came from the demon. It was the briefest of moments before Nahuel was once again in control, very aware of the older woman who paid close attention to the two of them, despite the very public display of affection. Their hands connected and immediately, his thumb ran over the seemingly delicate flesh of her hands as he was tugged towards the counter top.
Interested entirely in everything that Athena said, excitement rippled through him as he glanced between the two, easy enough to detect the relation and beaming a breath taking smile in the older fae’s direction, “Thank you,” He responded to the younger female before offering the stranger his attention, his lips remaining upturned as she looked him over. He was easily impressed by new beings and how they could tell certain things about one another, and of course, he had some advantage of being able to do so thanks to whom he shared his body with, but this woman detected his blood line, not just his species and it delighted him. He was about to offer comment when the elder sniffed deeply and caused him to chuckle as he glanced nervously towards Athena, still waiting for some form of further explanation.
“Oh!” He breathed, “It’s nice to meet you –“ He attempted to continue but Azazel began to pout that he wasn’t properly introduced and distracted Nahuel as he caught his reflection on a nearby surface. “Azazel – the demon, Azazel.” The Viking quickly covered before chuckling once again to the familiar term he’d been referred to before, “That’s interesting – in another life, maybe.” Doing his best to speak as clearly as possible, out of nerves perhaps, now that he knew he was being assessed by the older woman, he reached a hand under the table to hold Athena’s own. Slightly confused as to the following statement, Nahuel simply smiled, glancing between the two faes that radiated something so fascinating, he could only be happy about the arrangement. “Fond of cats, anything of the earth…” The Viking thought aloud, winning himself a roll of Patch’s eyes.
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