Never a guardian, but a caretaker of my hometown

“Well, at least you’re happy to see me.”

Spotting the packages, he spoke up.

Her attention turned to the packages when asked if she needed help. “Hm? No I’m good with it.” She answered, moving off of the other to put the spilled packages back into her bag.

Aliciania had been perched atop the rooftop of her home. A common place for the Guardian to be located whenever she needed some time to think. Especially whenever her mind was left swirling with thoughts and questions that seemed to have no answers. Allowing them to drain out and leave her be.

Her mindless thoughts were interrupted when the sound of crackling reached her sensitive ears. Causing them to twitch while emerald eyes slowly turned from the roads below to the sky above, spotting the opening portal. Immediately she stood up, giving a soft hiss as she worried that a destructive creature was arriving. Seeing as how that portal was nowhere near similar to the feline made of universe that always enjoyed bothering her.

Thankfully her worries faded somewhat when the sight of a small body falling out caught her sight. Yet that still didn’t sate her growing curiosity and as the portal closed itself, she raced along the rooftops to reach the newcomers location.

“Thanks.” She responded while taking a hold of his hand and pulling herself up. The sound of a few joints cracking could be heard as she moved but she didn’t look to be in much pain.

The universes are vast, and I got time on my hands. 

“Oh jeez, sorry… I was trying to be cute by lifting up your tail since I saw it dragging, but… that didn’t really work. So, um…”

Standing up, he gave an awkward wave.

Her emerald eyes stared at him as he spoke, seeming almost dazed really. But their excited shine returned and not even two seconds after he was done speaking did she whirl around and practically tackle him to the ground. Hugging the other tight with not only her arms but her tail managed to wrap itself around them too.

While it was always a sweet gesture, it still was never any less of a pain trying to bring it all home. Especially with how sore the Guardian was and it showed easily especially since her tail dragged on the ground behind her as she entered her home.

“I’m hoome!” She called out, pausing when she did.

Right.. Drol was still gone…

Her ears drooped as she glanced outside a nearby window. He had been gone for so long now.. She was actually growing worried that he wouldn’t come home..

Mother had been keeping herself busy, idly reading some of the tomes that floated around her slowly, pages flipping as she finished each passage. Her concentration was sadly interrupted when she heard the other and catching notice of the scent of alcohol that was heavy on his breath. At least, with her sensitive senses, it was strong to her.

He retorted as he took a few steps closer. The demon enjoyed the sensation of her fingertips gracing his skin, but it didn’t change that he wanted to get out and test. And her coyness, as cute as it was, was getting in the way of that.

“But, if you insist on seeing what I come up with. My very first idea…”

He quips as he slides around to be just a step in front of Mother, bending down and scooping her up by the back of her knees and back. Pulling her up, close to his chest, he couldn’t help but smirk. He could bench press three times her weight.

The deity sounded a soft gasp as she was picked up, blinking at the fact she had been managed to be caught off guard for him to even be able to to just that. Her four wings tucked close to her back so they were out of the way for Dagon while she gave a small huff.

Mother had been keeping herself busy, idly reading some of the tomes that floated around her slowly, pages flipping as she finished each passage. Her concentration was sadly interrupted when she heard the other and catching notice of the scent of alcohol that was heavy on his breath. At least, with her sensitive senses, it was strong to her.

“Now, how would I go about doing that?”

He asked. A knowing smile tugging at his lips.

Mother had been keeping herself busy, idly reading some of the tomes that floated around her slowly, pages flipping as she finished each passage. Her concentration was sadly interrupted when she heard the other and catching notice of the scent of alcohol that was heavy on his breath. At least, with her sensitive senses, it was strong to her.

“Yup! I need someone not-drunk in order to…. y’know… write down the results.”

But, even now, he could tell she wasn’t too keen on the idea.

Toxic ships

I fucking hate you but I might want to bang you ships

I OWN YOU ships

I’m going to murder everyone who looks at you ships

I’m going to kill you if you look at anyon e ships

Horror ships

Horror disgusting murder resulting ships

Loveless ships

Long distance ships

Fight 24/7 ships

Master servant/slave ships

Wants to murder each other ship

Loveless sex based ships

Lovely sexless based ships

Mother had been keeping herself busy, idly reading some of the tomes that floated around her slowly, pages flipping as she finished each passage. Her concentration was sadly interrupted when she heard the other and catching notice of the scent of alcohol that was heavy on his breath. At least, with her sensitive senses, it was strong to her.

He held up his artificial hand, and his normal one, side by side. Of course, his normal hand swayed and stuttered a little, a common side effect of drunkedness. But on his artificial hand, the effects were far less pronounced. Hardly noticeable, even.

“I put some… some… gyrostabilizers n’ stuff on my artificial arm. It autocorrects strange movements when you’re inebriated. If I cut my other arm off, I could probably drive drunk with this.”

Of course he actually couldn’t but he was drunk at the moment. Not thinking all too well.

He attempted to reassure her. Soon enough, he moved to unhook himself from her hug. He wanted to stay with her and reassure her, but he had dinner to cook. Moving back to the pork loin, rice, and potatoes, he’d start to check their progress and make sure nothing was on fire.