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*sets Remus on the doorstep*
Surprise, quickly followed by delight, dawned across Barachiel's face when he saw who was on the doorstep.
"Where have you been, Remus? Oh I was so worried about you, I kept imaging the sort of trouble you might have gotten into- come in, where are my manners."
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Aandag appears from nowhere in a puff of iridescent green-blue and pink glitter and feathers, and wordlessly offers Ala a choice sparkly from his hoard of coveted things. Its a silvery necklace with tiny blue beads. The bird then quickly places a kiss on his cheek, and takes a bouncing step back. :V <333
(Heyloooo)
The necklace was a lovely gift, made more so by his knowledge of what Aandag’s hoard meant to him, and he intended to admire it properly. First, though, there was something more pressing he needed to do.
Ala took back the space Aandag had created, and without waiting a moment longer, threw his arms around the crow in a warm embrace.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?”
Helios walks in, shifting seamlessly into a dark-skinned man with honey brown eyes and a cascade of wild black hair. It was easier to fit on the couch this way. It lounges and a large glass of strawberry milk appears, along with an assortment of meats. A few seconds later, a table with food and drink that Aandag would love appears next to the cooing little bird.
Why not? The Beast is feeling generous. Lapping at the milk in a decidedly cat-like manner, humming when a powerful roll of thunder brings the rain. Like an announcer calling up a wrestler.
"Why did you agree to follow me into the dark, little bird?" it questions, speaking for the fjrs4t time in months.
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@aandag
It wasn't quite a sound that Aandag was used to hearing, truth be told, particularly from Bran. "Wha? What's wrong? What'd I do?" he asked softly, head canting to one side, one brow quirked up in confusion at he met his alpha's gaze. He glanced over either shoulder, trying to see if there was anyone else around, but... "I don't hear anything..." there did seem to be a new scent hovering around, though.
@aandag
It was a singular instinctive reaction. One moment he was checking something on his desk downstairs, the other his head lifted and he was growling softly. While Aandag thought it was at him, a moment later it began to become clear. A young man was walking near the shop. He glanced in for a moment and then just walked along. Another wolf, another alpha. Bran shook his head a moment. “Wow... sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He sighed as he looked at Aandag. “Did I scare you?”
"I brought you a blanket..." (Remus)
post - trauma sentence starters
Santana didn’t answer at first, his eyes staring blankly at the blood still smeared across the street. Well, one eye did. The other still flickered to and fro, frantic thoughts dancing in his head. “I don’t need it. She...she needed it....” His hand shook as he gripped the pole that had been his scythe just moments before. “I don’t need anything.”
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@aandag
"Hey uh, I think you're possessed."
Usually, Theus knew to leave well enough alone. He ran into people affected by magic all the time, never mind demons, and if they were unaware, he kept his mouth shut.
So it was as much a surprise to Theus as the other male, that he'd spoken. God's was he glad for the darkness of the bar, to hide his face.
Burnt offerings
It was almost nine pm and Allie had the music turned up. He is humming and singing to himself to a punk rock station, making himself at home in Aandag's apartment.
He was ironing out one of their shirts using the ironing table and attempting to be as domesticated as he could. The shirt was wrinkled that he had pulled from the their wardrobe. And he was determined to make himself useful and tidy up the place. The fact was, he couldn't help being nosy and doing a little exploring that night while they ran an errand.
Unfortunately for them, Allie left the ironing unattended as he went to shake his hips and dance to the music. His thoughts were on Aandag and he really enjoyed their companionship. Again this evening he had found himself at their flat for the fifth night in a row. He had hoped they wouldn't mind that he let himself in using the window on the fire escape. It was as if he had broken in or anything to look like a thief in the night. The window was already half opened. And he found himself curiously crawling though.
He glanced up when he heard the door opening. That' was the exact same time he smelled the aroma of something burning. He quickly raced back to the ironing board discovering that he had ruined the shirt with a burn mark. He frowns softly and quickly slipped the shirt behind his back when they walked in. He lifted a hand with a little wave. "Hello! I was just in the neighborhood” Allie flashes them a pretty grin.
@aandag
"Sooooooooo... I tried to make you muffins and maaaaay have set the kitchen on fire a little bit...." (love, Aandag.)
“.....WHAT!?!”
