#praefervidus

"You know, it never snowed where I'm from!" He has said this many times now, just as he repeats that he never thought anywhere would be colder than Salem ( except, he would admit, after a pause, maybe the North Pole. ) but the snow! Gods and devils, there was so much snow! It's so cold -- colder than he is! 

But, as he tired himself out, it is decided that snow isn't all it's cracked up to be. Incubi are plenty chilly enough, after all, and need no help with that. Besides, the novelty of lobbing snowballs at Meerin wears off once the retaliation begins. 

 So instead Sterling has staked his claim on the hot tub, reminded of how lovely being warm could feel -- and how much lovelier it might be if only Meerin would join him.

"Do you think that's changed now? Two hundred years is a long time, and there's that -- what's it called? Climate change? Greenhouse effect, I think. I read that the polar ice caps are melting." Sterling rests his elbows on the edge of the hot tub, eyes following the man in the room beyond. "Is that where polar bears live? Polar ice caps? I don't imagine they're very happy about what's happening, then. Polar bears like the cold." This is all rather beyond Sterling, whose experience in the modern world often extends no farther than books, or that horribly confusing internet thing that Meerin tried to show him -- however, he does enjoy googling, as it feeds his insatiable curiosity, and his is very keen to parrot his findings to any who will listen to him. 

They'd stopped for coffee. 

    Not a terribly mystical thing for their sort to be doing. Especially not in a place like Salem. There's expectations to uphold; rituals to enact, conjurings to cast, potions to brew. At the very least they ought to be huddled in some dark corner, glaring at the tourists and bemoaning the treatment of Ye Olde Witches --

                       -- but alas, this is only coffee.

A dreamy singer whispers 'I need him' over and over in the speakers as they wait for their drinks. Winnifred winds an arm around the other's torso. He's skin and bones. Ribs are felt against her wrist and briefly it is considered that she should ask him if he's been eating properly. "The supplies you asked for came this morning. You're welcome to stop by for them anytime you like, and you may like to pick up your wayward demon, as well." Winnie pauses just long enough to let her words sink in, and to lick the whipped cream off of her hot chocolate. She means well, always, in the way she pries into the lives of her friends. It's difficult not to when one confides, between his mourning tears, the business of the other.

                  “Master -- “

"You don’t want to know.   Ares— don’t tell him.     He shouldn’t have told me, but he did.       And now I’m telling you— you don’t want to know.”

"There's no love in this-- it's simply politics.

Byakuya: NO. YOU'RE THE BIG, FAT, STUPID ONE WITH A BIG MOUTH!

At last, simply thrusts his palm forward to cease the other in his syllables.

  She'd been cleaning up the remnants of the last class's labs, when she heard a knock on her door. After teaching the class how to test the compounds on the bunsen burners and practically stopping the classroom from burning down in multicolored flames, all the chemistry students practically ran out the door like they were on fire.

        It was seventh period- what could you expect?

Thinking that a student forgot something, Whitney opened the door and chuckled to herself at the pun.