"Keep them in line," Ravus said, his tone a low grumble, "humans love having their wills challenged." He cast a look about the space, the energies were a mix bag of anticipation, doused in excitement. What was the big deal? Nothing special happening, except now their space was about to get a major invasion. There went his quiet solitude.
He leaned back in the chair, swept his feet up and over the table, well, at least things would get a little interesting right? He flicked the end of the cigarette on the glass ash tray, cracked and dusted on the table.
Marie had a weight literally cloying around her shoulders. A dense fog of guilt and sadness that followed her motions like shadows. He wouldn't manipulate her essence, she didn't like it and he wasn't about to listen to her ramble on about boundaries again.
"Or, you could just kick 'em out." That was all he'd say on the matter. He rested the end of the cigarette between his lips and crossed his arms, what else was he to do? This was every damn day and night, blurring together into an endless stream. He "haunted" the kitchen, the central space was usually calm. Also, he fell into the routine of watching the old woman cook, mess with herbs, listen to her whenever she spoke up.
Maybe something slightly good could come from this, the humans were literally the only thing connected to the outside world. Getting that much from them, not a bad deal. He sighed. Blinked away the sight so his vision cleared of the subtle shades of auras. The humans would bring their own as well, that crazy amount of energy he wasn't about to endure.
The real question remained. Did he honestly care if they perceived him?
He didn't mind if the old lady did so... Why start now? However, he wasn't gonna welcome them either. If they didn't like it, tough shit.
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He leaned back in the chair, swept his feet up and over the table, well, at least things would get a little interesting right? He flicked the end of the cigarette on the glass ash tray, cracked and dusted on the table.
Marie had a weight literally cloying around her shoulders. A dense fog of guilt and sadness that followed her motions like shadows. He wouldn't manipulate her essence, she didn't like it and he wasn't about to listen to her ramble on about boundaries again.
"Or, you could just kick 'em out." That was all he'd say on the matter. He rested the end of the cigarette between his lips and crossed his arms, what else was he to do? This was every damn day and night, blurring together into an endless stream. He "haunted" the kitchen, the central space was usually calm. Also, he fell into the routine of watching the old woman cook, mess with herbs, listen to her whenever she spoke up.
Maybe something slightly good could come from this, the humans were literally the only thing connected to the outside world. Getting that much from them, not a bad deal. He sighed. Blinked away the sight so his vision cleared of the subtle shades of auras. The humans would bring their own as well, that crazy amount of energy he wasn't about to endure.
The real question remained. Did he honestly care if they perceived him?
He didn't mind if the old lady did so... Why start now? However, he wasn't gonna welcome them either. If they didn't like it, tough shit.
@beeve