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Vix had been carefully watching Lock for a while. He seemed to be doing fine. He still looked a little pale but other than that he seemed fine. "The rain should help out a bit too." She mumbled quietly to herself, looking up at the rain clouds.
Vix looked back down at Lock. "Why'd you leave without telling us?" She asked the Drus. "You almost gave Harrison a heart attack."
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When Aster heard the knock, he walked to the door himself. Opening it, he saw the oranges. Well that settles the question of who but not whe— and she’s tripping like a maniac on the pavement again. He smiled a bit. It was one of those rare times when Emi seemed peaceful rather than hostile. He’ll leave her be.
He came back inside, closing the door on his way in.
“Oranges?” He asked Harrison, setting the bag down on the kitchen counter.
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Lock’s eyes rolled open, though they couldn’t focus well enough to make out where he should have been looking. “Freedom.” Well, that’s what he tried to say. His speech was slurred, broken, almost a whisper. His eyes closed again and his body relaxed as the rain began to fall.
“Oranges?” Harrison cocked his head, retrieving his sketchbook from the counter. “Is that all you wanted from town?!”
Gavin watched Vix and Lock from one of the taller trees. It wasn’t in his best interest to interrupt the two. But the clouds… they were inviting him back into the building. He really didn’t like the rain.
He jumped down and landed in the gardens. He then opened the door that led into the house, immediately meeting Aster’s eyes.
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“Well… not exactly. But I didn’t get the chance to buy anything else,” Aster got out one of the oranges, peeling its skin off and plopping one of its cloves into his mouth.
“So, you want oranges?” He asked again.
When Gavin walked in, he turned to meet the boy’s gaze.
“What’s up butterfly boy?”
When it started to rain, Emi simply collapsed onto the yard. The grass had been trimmed recently, and it was comfortable, although it prickled her a bit. She sat on the grass, the cool of the water slowly helping her regain her senses. She shook her head, trying to clear the annoying cloud that covered her thinking. She didn't want to go inside.
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Vix let out a sigh. "I guess I can't argue with that." She said with a shrug. "It's understandable, expecially with your situation."
Vix looked up as she felt the rain start to fall. A smile started to crawl across her face. Vix everything about rain. How it felt, how it sounded, how it smelled. She loved it. Of course, if she was out in the rain too long she stared to smell like wet dog and then Harrison would force her to take a shower, but it was worth it.
Harrison made it to the florists and immediately picked up the fallen bag. And the woman.. that must have been Cora! Wow.. she was stunning.
“Hey Cor, nice to see you again. I wish it were under better circumstances. I——“ What was he doing?! He knew he’d seen Aster and Lock pass by him, so why was he still talking? “Meet up tomorrow, 10am, I’ll meet you at one of the coffee shops just text me which one.” He waved to her before turning to exit the shop. “Your hair looks nice by the way.”Harrison jumped back in his car and started driving home. Lock and Aster must have been back by now——this knowledge put his mind at ease. Or at least, it should have done.. Who was that laid down on the pavement?!
Cora stood in the middle of the florists alone. At the moment she could do nothing but blink. "I–. Thanks!" she called out, long after Harrison had ran out the door. She tucked her hair behind her ear as his words echoed in her head. Don't be stupid Cora, there are a lot more important things to worry about right now. Like who the hell had just taken that boy. But she trusted Harry. Though her heart raced, she knew he had it under control.
On impulse, she bought a bouquet of lilies and walked out of the florists. She was walking back to the cottage she was renting when she got a text. She pulled out her phone and smiled. It was a text from Harry, letting her know that everything was alright and thanking her. "Of course. The next time you need someone to stand with the troubled kid in the florist's shop, you know who the call ;). See you tomorrow Harry".
Cora couldn't help but wonder what Harry's life was right now. Who was that boy? Who was that man? Oh well, she was sure he could answer all her questions tomorrow. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered to life at the thought.
Eidus saw the rain trickle down. He enjoys the first minute of it when the droplets are small, cooling him down during hot days like these. When the rain became a storm, however, he moved into cover. It was just a normal umbrella but with his low profile he was unlikely to get wet from the rain.
"Are you just going to stand in the middle of the rain?" He asked Eskja who was still outside. He understood she was a dragon, an ice dragon to be exact, but it would be unusual to see someone out in the heavy rain.
Eskja smiled. “Forgot, sorry.” As the rain began, she looked into the sky, shielding her eyes with her hand. “No,” she said. “I think I’ll move into cover too.” She jogged into cover. Eskja could handle the rain - but in this form, it was much harder to.
She looked out to the rain again.
Gavin didn’t reply, he just gave Aster a fearful glare. The demon was playing a trick again… he couldn’t be this warm boy we was now. Well, let’s see if he could actually come to that conclusion.
“You mind if I had one of those oranges?” He asked, wondering how the demon would respond. Usually, it was a big ‘no’.
Eidus reached his hand out of the umbrella into the rain, the heavy droplets impact his skin and trickled down his arm. "I don't mind making a run back to the house, and I am sure no one would see me shift." There was silence before he continued to speak. "Of course, only if you would go with me. Or we can just wait this out".
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Aster sighed when Gavin gave the question. He reached into the bag, throwing an orange at the butterfly.
“Now go elsewhere, somewhere that I won’t see you,” the demon gave. It wasn’t entirely clear whether he was being sarcastic or whatever but at least he shared so that was something.
However, the reason he did what he did was that he wanted to go out tonight. Finding ‘preys’ if that was what he wanted to do. Partially because he wanted to test his new methods of hypnosis as well and, as a demon of lust and wrath, potentially lay his hands on some of the virgins in the city.
The cloud wasn't lifting. Emi couldn't think clearly. It was annoying. She hit her head with the palm of her hand, as if to loose something inside. She hated this side effect of drinking blood, but it was addicting, too.
Eidus nodded to Eskja's reasoning. He dashed towards a canopy infront of the building across the street. With just a few seconds of exposure to the storm, his clothes were completely soaked. He looked towards another cover but there were traffic in the way.
He turned back to Eskja across the street, waiting for her to cross over the street.
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(Has this died?)
(I hope not…)
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(Yeah sounds good, gimme a sec)
Eskja crosses over the street to join Eidus. The rain doesn’t bother her - typically anyways, this amount in such a short time plus having soaked clothing on definitely was not an ideal condition. She hurries over in what seems to be a mixture between running and walking, careful not to fall.
She crosses over quickly and looks to Eidus.
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(Is everyone chill with me doing a time skip to the next day?)
(Yup! Go ahead!)
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Harrison didn’t get much sleep that night, or any for that matter. He was both working on a large painting and filled with nervous thoughts about Cora’s visit. The brief encounter the previous day hadn’t been how he had wanted to greet her after all these years, especially not when he hadn’t properly explained to her the situation with his housemates. What would she think of him after yesterday’s fiasco? He didn’t dare speculate.
He got up from his stool, inspecting the painting before moving to open his bedroom curtains. The sun instantly blinded him, causing him to cry out sharply. Not his best idea, but it definitely woke him up enough to get him to go downstairs.
Once in the kitchen, he poured himself a cup of fruit tea and stared out of the window into the garden. Hopefully Lock was back on his feet by now and tending to the plants like he always did at this time of day.
What time did Cora want to come over?
Emi came into the kitchen, licking the last flecks of blood from yesterday's prey from her claws. "You're up early," she said, seeing Harrison. She hopped onto the counter and sat, watching him. He seemed worried, nervous and disconcerted. She didn't really care.
It was a miracle in itself that she actually noticed something was wrong with him. She was probably the most self-centered being in Harrison's house. She rarely, if ever, noticed when things were going wrong in the place.
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Harrison turned his head slowly, throwing the girl a disapproving look at her sitting on the counter, but went back to staring out of the window without so much as a complaint. His eyes were heavy, vision blurred to an extreme from the harsh glare of the sun reflecting on the small, polished marble fountain directly across. With a heavy sigh, he turned away.
“We’re going to have a guest today, so I’d like you to be on your best behaviour. She’s an old friend of mine, a very smart woman at that, so don’t try anything.”
Harrison directed his comment to Emi, but from the lack of emotion in his expression and the fact he didn’t even look at her… Well he could have been talking to himself for all anyone knew.
"Ha! A guest, and a girl?" Emi looked amused. "Is she gonna be your girlfriend?" She perked up slightly. "I need to call Aster, then. We could have so much fun with the guest," she said, sighing wistfully.
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"A girl?" Vix yawned as she entered the kitchen. "You have a girl coming over? Hell must of froze over for that to happen." She teased, a sly grin crawling across her face.
Vix pulled up a chair at the counter, resting the head on the counter.
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“I—She’s not my girlfriend.” A faint sigh followed Harrison’s statement. Perhaps at one point in time he would have imagined the two of them together, but a long time had passed since then and he didn’t know how he felt about Cora anymore. “And you will do no such thing, Emi. You—and Aster—are to treat Cora with respect, and to not make her uncomfortable in any way shape or form.
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Call it instinct or whatever but as soon as his name was mentioned, Aster had to show up then and there. Apparently he was awake for quite some time now, he just happened to be stroll around the yard outside.
“Did someone say a female guest was coming?” He asked, almost in a wicked tone. Of course, he had his doubts that he was going to be horrible enough to actually do something bad to said guest… unless of course, the situation just seems to fit then that would be a totally different story.
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