Atticus looked down to Siya with a smile of sympathy. He could see how troubled she was by the lines that etched her smooth face, and the clouds that seemed to roil behind her ethereal eyes. He thought in that moment how much humanity still remained in Siya. To his eyes she was an individual laced with the worries and emotions of one still grounded enough to not be carried away by the reality of her immortality. In Atticus’ experience, such perspective was rare amongst the children of Cain, and he admired Siya’s reliance upon those she loved. It was a quality he himself wished he possessed more of.
“Siya,” he said, pushing a lock of hair from her face, “you are many things, but a terrible friend is not one of them. I know it was hard to keep faith that Max would be returned, but that is no indictment of your love for him, or Veti for that matter.” Atticus shrugged, hoping to rob some of the angst from Siya. “Being caught up in the reality of the times is no betrayal, it simply is the way of things.”
He reached down and laced his fingers into hers as she returned her eyes to his. It was a gesture foreign to him, but in that moment he decided how wonderfully delicious it felt.
“As for being outside of people’s thoughts, I wager you won’t have to wait for long to know that Veti and Max both keep you in the forefront of their thoughts. Veti especially will be overjoyed, and she will naturally want to share that joy with her best friend.”
Atticus gave Siya his best, most assured smile. It faltered slightly as he continued. “I know that I did not do a good job in these past months of showing you, but you have to believe me when I say that you have been in my thoughts and in my heart always.”
He clenched his jaw, an Incubus finding himself in a realm of speech he never fathomed would pass his lips. “Siya, I have never felt drawn towards any creature like I am to you. It is a feeling that as a demon I have never experienced, and so I know my ineptitude has hurt.”
Atticus returned the smile to his face, and gave Siya a wink. “Maybe you can help me get better in that regard?”
Aislinn Hoyle
Aislinn’s head cocked first to the undead man, and then back to the deep thinking one with the Scotch and strange clothing. Surprise registered in her yellow eyes, and she licked her fangs in a gesture of contemplation, though only those accustomed to a werewolf’s habits would identify it as such.
Her surprise registered from their own confusion, even despite the flowery contemplations of the man with the Scotch. They did not know about the coming end? Why were any of them here than? Certainly Reginald had brought these agents here to help in the stopping of Ragnarök, for Aislinn could fathom no other purpose for their presence.
“You did not know of its coming?” She growled to the pair. Aislinn thought to inquire after what had brought them to her brother’s service in the first instance, but she decided it mattered not. Instead she would labor to inform them.
“There is much happening in the world, dark things, and despite whatever deep thoughts…” Aislinn’s wolf muzzle screwed itself into a bemused expression as she was offered a cigar by the demon-host. She reached out and plucked one from the tin, sniffing it several times before continuing. “…You may have upon the end of the world, and its rebirth, I say to you that it is too early. This is not the natural work of the gods and their machinations, no, this is the work of sinister forces that wish to bring the great storm to the world early, and for their own gain.”
She paused to sniff at the cigar once more, before deciding to light it upon the flame of a nearby candle. The pungent scent of the tobacco was foreign to her, and the old wolf had only her experience of smoking other medicinal weeds to lead her to the proper method to handle the cigar. Somewhat awkwardly in her wolfen form, she drew in several long puffs, and held her breath deep within her lungs. She then took the cigar and offered it to the undead man, shaking it slightly between her fingers, indicating that he should take it.
“Siya,” he said, pushing a lock of hair from her face, “you are many things, but a terrible friend is not one of them. I know it was hard to keep faith that Max would be returned, but that is no indictment of your love for him, or Veti for that matter.” Atticus shrugged, hoping to rob some of the angst from Siya. “Being caught up in the reality of the times is no betrayal, it simply is the way of things.”
He reached down and laced his fingers into hers as she returned her eyes to his. It was a gesture foreign to him, but in that moment he decided how wonderfully delicious it felt.
“As for being outside of people’s thoughts, I wager you won’t have to wait for long to know that Veti and Max both keep you in the forefront of their thoughts. Veti especially will be overjoyed, and she will naturally want to share that joy with her best friend.”
Atticus gave Siya his best, most assured smile. It faltered slightly as he continued. “I know that I did not do a good job in these past months of showing you, but you have to believe me when I say that you have been in my thoughts and in my heart always.”
He clenched his jaw, an Incubus finding himself in a realm of speech he never fathomed would pass his lips. “Siya, I have never felt drawn towards any creature like I am to you. It is a feeling that as a demon I have never experienced, and so I know my ineptitude has hurt.”
Atticus returned the smile to his face, and gave Siya a wink. “Maybe you can help me get better in that regard?”
Aislinn Hoyle
Aislinn’s head cocked first to the undead man, and then back to the deep thinking one with the Scotch and strange clothing. Surprise registered in her yellow eyes, and she licked her fangs in a gesture of contemplation, though only those accustomed to a werewolf’s habits would identify it as such.
Her surprise registered from their own confusion, even despite the flowery contemplations of the man with the Scotch. They did not know about the coming end? Why were any of them here than? Certainly Reginald had brought these agents here to help in the stopping of Ragnarök, for Aislinn could fathom no other purpose for their presence.
“You did not know of its coming?” She growled to the pair. Aislinn thought to inquire after what had brought them to her brother’s service in the first instance, but she decided it mattered not. Instead she would labor to inform them.
“There is much happening in the world, dark things, and despite whatever deep thoughts…” Aislinn’s wolf muzzle screwed itself into a bemused expression as she was offered a cigar by the demon-host. She reached out and plucked one from the tin, sniffing it several times before continuing. “…You may have upon the end of the world, and its rebirth, I say to you that it is too early. This is not the natural work of the gods and their machinations, no, this is the work of sinister forces that wish to bring the great storm to the world early, and for their own gain.”
She paused to sniff at the cigar once more, before deciding to light it upon the flame of a nearby candle. The pungent scent of the tobacco was foreign to her, and the old wolf had only her experience of smoking other medicinal weeds to lead her to the proper method to handle the cigar. Somewhat awkwardly in her wolfen form, she drew in several long puffs, and held her breath deep within her lungs. She then took the cigar and offered it to the undead man, shaking it slightly between her fingers, indicating that he should take it.