#echomancerforhire

(messy hair you say)

❝ You look a little tense. ❞ She sometimes does after her shifts. And the outfits she's in… ❝ Press against me. Let's work that tension out. ❞

That obvious, huh? "Sorry. Tense night." Tonight, and most every night at work.

Officially, she was waitressing at the Velvet Glove, one of the most exclusive nightclubs in New Orleans — a place, unbeknownst to most, owned and operated by a flock of lust vampires. And unofficially Ayesha was a plant, spying on those vampires for the White Council of wizards.

Spying specifically with her powers, taking memories from patrons on the sly. Powers that the Council normally considered dark, illegal magic, punishable by death if misused. Work was walking a very frightening tightrope where if she screwed up with the good guys or the bad guys she was in deep trouble.

Thus: tense.

Sometimes it felt like August was the only thing keeping her sane; more often than not, lately, she found herself at his door after a shift. Considering the dress code for a vampire nightclub, even if he was putting up with her being miserable he at least got a good view.

The view tonight: a strapless black minidress over a long-sleeved lace bodystocking, and heeled boots that canceled out at least a little of the difference in height. August mostly looked concerned for her, but Ayesha thought she caught him eyeing her up just a little.

"A-An emergency?! Wait, w-what's--oof!"

For a split second, all Jane can think is, aww. The wolf's just plain adorable, with big amber eyes and mottled gray-brown fur. And Jane loves wolves.

Then she remembers: emergency! Right. She hugs the wolf as tight as she can. "August--?"

the question lingers in the air before five lifts a brow before then shaking his head . ❝ it's not very inspiring to see the world end . ❞ he says with a shrug , not looking @echomancerforhire in the eye . his jaw sets slightly , if he thinks about it too hard , then his body becomes tense && he feels ... he's not even sure . what ... he feels . can he feel ? according to his ... he deflates . his siblings . fuck . he hasn't talked to them in months . five curls his hand around his upper arm for a moment then shakes his head free from it .

❝ seen a lot . don't know if it inspires . puts the fear of god in me would be more accurate . ❞

@echomancerforhire

Rogue looked up from the post-storage inspection of her motorcycle she was making, one eyebrow raised as she peered up at August with a puzzled expression.

“As a thing? Like—the institution of it? Ah mean, Ah guess Ah’m kinda ambivalent? On the one hand, Ah don’t give a shit if a relationship is or isn’t married, or has more people involved than just two or whatever they wanna do. Ah don’t really see a need for it. Ah ain’t religious. But spiritually, yeah, it’s kinda nice t’just…commit publicly in front the people you care about.”

She picked up a wrench and wiggled it between her fingers, too distracted to keep at what she’d been doing.

“Like for me, Ah’d want marriage for the community reasons. And maybe cuz there’s a silly part of me that feels like it wards off a parent walking off leavin’ their small child,” she sighed. “But that’s neither here nor there.” They had not stopped using the birth control spell. At least it was effective.

"Hey. I know it's not much, but, uh... happy birthday, August!"

It was important to her, in many ways that August didn't even know yet. Before the powers, before the fame, before her life went to shit there was a little girl who would sit on top of her roof and feel a call to the stars. Sharing that was hard enough.

But August had the ability to render her space ship useless, not that it would be intentional. She glances at the bracelet he was wearing, up to his face, then at her ship. The one thing in all of creation that gave her her freedom. Her brows knit together, deep in thought.

The ramp to the hangar lowers as she approaches her baby in a huff, detecting her biometrics long before she was close enough to enter and now there's hoping that she won't regret this decision later. Spaceship malfunctioning while en route to the moon ? Disaster.

Heels clack against metal only to stop once at the top, turning around.

❝ . . . fine, that thing better hold your techno-ruining energy at bay because if you damage my ship I'm gonna end you, Faust ! Now get aboard ! ❞