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“I’m tougher than I look,” Seth replied with a lopsided grin. “And a little bit of heat magic helped.” He hadn’t realized just how fucking cold he was until he felt Todd’s hand against his own. That should change shortly though with the hot mug now in his grip and the layers of warm, dark clothing and at least three blankets he’d donned immediately upon returning indoors. “Fuckin’ sucks being mortal sometimes,” he chuckled, taking another sip of hot chocolate. “I’m a little jealous that you don’t get to suffer the woes of frozen fingers and chills. Or heartburn.” 

“Oh?  Well, bucko, nothing’s stopping you.”  Gareth smirked, gesturing to the floor in front of him.  “Unless you’re shy or something.”

Text: I’m sure you can feel my rage right now

Text: I’m going to murder Shade

After saying goodbye to Heinrich, Seth headed back to his suite in a fog. He’d hoped he would have been wrong about his premonition, even as he somehow knew that the dreaded day he envisioned months ago drew closer and closer. And now that he had confirmation from Heinrich himself and only so little time left before it happened, the remaining logical portion of his brain immediately kicked into “Doomsday Prep” mode. 

Obviously, only one person was capable for the job of the inevitable fallout when he would receive the message of Heinrich’s departure – Todd. 

Seth entered his suite shortly, eyes red and swollen and an ache in his chest he suspected his familiar felt too. Their bond allowed them to feel each other’s emotions, so he wouldn’t have been surprised if the fox shared his witch’s building anxiety in the last few weeks. He found Todd in the living room by himself and he walked up to him, wrapping his arms around the demon’s waist and burying his face into his shoulder without saying anything just yet. He held Todd like that for a few moments, just wanting a bit of comfort after his painful – yet very much needed – conversation with his former master. 

“I need a favor from you.” 

“Todd?” he said, walking over to the couch, “You all right, man?” 

Since he’d been through this once before already, it didn’t take much time for Seth to adjust to his “new” body. Weirdly, he didn’t mind being stuck like this for a few days only because he knew it wasn’t permanent. The only downside was that this form happened to be almost a full foot shorter than usual, and he was not a fan of the shorter height. Especially in instances like these where he needed to grab something – a wine glass, in this scenario – from one of the higher shelves. The witch stretched on his tippy toes, gritting his teeth while his finger tips just barely grazed the shelf’s bottom edge. If only he could somehow expand his spine to gain another half inch...

He saw a figure move behind him out of his peripherals, and he paused, glancing back. “Hey,” he half-snapped, clearly a little frustrated, “do you maybe wanna fuckin’ help?”

It started with flickering electricity in the suite followed by quaking furniture and wall hangings. There was a rumbling behind the walls as pipes threatened to burst. Seth started to panic with his loss of control, which did him no favors in pulling everything back. Shit. He needed help and he was sure a certain fox in the castle probably already knew that by now, judging from past experiences. He could really use Todd with him right now, so he shot him a quick text anyway, asking him to hurry to Heinrich’s suite if he could – God, he hoped he could. Until then, Seth unlocked the suite door and took a seat on the couch, struggling for breath while the room around him rattled and shook with no sign of stopping soon. 

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"This was an excellent idea," Seth stated, blowing on his mug of freshly made hot chocolate Todd handed him. He cautiously took a sip, savoring the deliciously sweet heat that flooded through his core from the small amount. He'd been outside earlier helping with some of the Christmas decorating around the castle and even sporting heavy layers he still came back inside shivering and coughing into his numbed fingers. "Thanks, bro," he added, grinning crookedly at his familiar. "Remind me not to go outside again."

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