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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Oct 29, 2018 22:49:22 GMT -5
(Ew. I know how that goes >.<' I get chronic migraines and I don't want to over medicate, so sometimes I'll just have one for three days straight at the least because by then I have no choice but to take something-
For stress headaches though- Have you tried applying heat or something cold? And maybe drinking a tea like green, ginger, or mint might help? ^^ It's also a good idea to try magnesium if you haven't already. If you don't want a pill, spinach can work as a natural supplement~ -Sorry if I'm being overbearing! It's just that I know headaches absolutely suck and I hope yours will be relieved soon!- )
Pride didn't miss Simon's lack of enthusiasm, but he's accustomed to being optimistic enough for two. He already knows Simon's schedule, and it's one that never deviates unless influenced by outside forces- But he does hope Simon could come to expand his horizons, so to speak, as they are likely to be forced far beyond his comfort zone if Lust can confirm what he already believes to be true- Though he worries his own presence and Simon's wariness will color this comparatively mundane experience in different shades. Pride hums in acknowledgement at Simon's broken response- head canted in thought. "I admit that I'm rather new to those, but I find that red velvet is my favorite. Does yours also depend on 'where you eat'?" Brookline has fairly large cinnamon buns if he remembers correctly- Cake pops are unacceptable, however. They at least need something more substantial for a quasi-dinner. Lust had already observed their Trust's deliberation over the menu, but that could be solved with the menu pamphlets that were offered at the cafe. And as they were already waiting, he hoped Simon wouldn't feel as pressured. If all went well, Lust would likely be joining them at the table. But if not...they might need to make a hasty retreat. He'll have to take a few to go- He also suspects that paying might be an issue. Simon could be rather proud and would possibly reject an offer to pay for everything even if Pride asserted that he was the one to extend the invitation. Though all of a Guardian Angel's possessions were taken away once 'inducted', they still received a stipend to better masquerade as humans- and this wasn't even counting Lust's paycheck. And with Lust not technically requiring food or drink in the way most creatures did and Pride mainly forced into an incorporeal form, they had plenty to spare.
Pride is immediately contrite when Simon shifts uncomfortably and averts his eyes, knowing that he had been too expressive once again. He doesn't want his Trust to feel guilty for being reasonably wary- It's his fault for taking it too personally. Again. Mentally berating himself whilst simultaneously sweeping his emotions under some inner rug, Pride dons a softer smile and tone when he says; "Though I wouldn't want you to feel as if you have anything to fear from me- or Gawain, I can't fault you for your way of thinking. And I wasn't. It is good to be cautious in life, especially where it concerns magic." Not that Pride has ever really known how it feels not to know- He has always done his best to see the good in others, even when he could quite literally see into them. The moment passes when Simon grumbles his reluctant assent, and Pride's visible eye fairly sparkles with his amusement. Early into their partnership, Lust would also reluctantly accede to him with a bit of grousing.
This time, Pride can keep his expression clear when Simon backs away and freezes at the feel of his magic at work. He tries to make it pleasant but somehow this doesn't always prevent it from being feared. There was a time when his particular talents were welcomed- But that doesn't matter now. Though he can generally keep what he's feeling to himself, Simon's cycle through apprehension, borderline panic, and hesitant acceptance is observed with the same patient smile. Pride had already predicted that he would want the magic removed eventually, though he's relieved that it's later rather than something immediate. Still, he seeks to reassure his Trust in some way by adding: "The only magical contact is that between your leg and prosthetic. I needn't leave any behind after conciliating your pain receptors. There is no magic in your body, it's simply protecting the outside~" Simon's expression of gratitude, soft and shaky as it is, serves to transform his more subdued expression into a brighter one. The Angel's smile becomes almost shy as he simply nods his head and redirects his attention to the night sky, his cheeks dusted with rose. Pride never does anything for the thanks he may or may not receive, but he can't help feeling somewhat buoyant whenever it's expressed because he sees it as more concrete confirmation that he's done something right.
Ah. This isn't exactly a conversation he wants to be having in a relatively dark alley. "Not for much longer." Pride responds simply, something of a barely-there sigh in his lyrical voice. He...isn't fond of 'hate', but he can't bring himself to forgive Ragnar for what he does to humans, innocent or not. It is perhaps a good thing that he and Lust switched places. Pride isn't terribly fond of the outcome of hate either, and Simon is the perfect distraction. "The champagne of teas~" He responds brightly, pressing his hands together briefly in something too slow to be a clap before making his way out of their brief intermission. "I don't truly know if the Brookline Cafe carries it- I look forward to finding out~" The night is still young, and the street is only quiet in the sense that those occupying it have adapted the atmosphere in their self-centered hurrying whether on foot or by some form of vehicle. It isn't the busiest time of night, nor is this a particularly important street in the grand scheme of the city layout- placed so close to the campus as it is. The buildings that line it typically cater to the students' needs, with a few random businesses and establishments thrown in. More college students occupy it than anything, rushing toward some class or in a hurry to return home. With Simon's prosthetic a nonissue at present, they are free to pick up their pace as Pride leads him through the sparse crowds.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Oct 29, 2018 22:51:27 GMT -5
(You're seriously killing Pride here. He already knows that Simon barely eats but just a drink, slice of bread, and chips? Unacceptable. He'd be like 'yeah that isn't happening' and spend hours in the kitchen to make something Simon would eat while Lust quietly mutters that Pride never cooks like that for him
Also feel like i should apologize for how stilted this is...
Also- have I mentioned before that Simon is really cute? Because seriously, my bad. That's probably part of the reason Pride is so set on taking care of him and doing things he feels would make him happy. He's like 'Lu. Lu. He's so cute help'
Oh- and does Simon have a job? I can't remember if you mentioned one?)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 30, 2018 23:47:29 GMT -5
(Oof, thats not fun D:. Those are some good tips, thank you! I might try mint soon, although Peppermint seems to trigger migraines for me? But I'm still going to try some of those soon~ luckily I didn't have a headache today. )
Simon was still reluctant to even engage in a conversation with the stranger, but at least talk of food was a little bt more comfortable, even if he was incredibly picky. Cake pops were something that he certainly liked, one of the few things that he wasn't too picky on, and he knew that if this cafe sold those little cake pops he could at least go for that. No doubt he'd still spend way too much time on trying to decided what he actually wanted but at least he knew he had some kind of back up plan when he was eventually forced into making a decision. "Red Velvet is okay... I think I like the Birthday cake the best." He responded softly, surprised that he was still a little new to cake pops, hadn't they been around for awhile? He blinked at the question and gave a slow shrug. " I don't know. Not with.... Not with cake pops. They all taste the same to me. So they're a safe bet. Cheap, too." He murmured as he rubbed the back of his head slowly, looking a little thoughtful, because Cake Pops were honestly the only food that he was alright with trying in different places. That didn't mean that going to a new cafe wouldn't stress him out- no doubt a new kind of scone would catch his eye or some kind of pastry would look possibly appealing. Already his stomach was twisting and turning at the thought of having to figure out what he'd want, because he couldn't just try something he'd never really looked into before. What if the pastry chef just didn't know how to bake and it was dry and disgusting? He'd rather go to bed hungry than have to deal with a bad cafes food.
He hadn't quite looked back up at this supposed angel- he honestly did feel just a little bit guilty when he'd made some kind assumption about this stranger. He looked up slowly when the man assured him that it made total sense, that he should be wary, and somehow that reassurance allowed Simon to relax just a little bit as he looked over at the stranger. "I didn't mean to be rude... I just..." He struggled to find words for how he felt, so instead of actually speaking he shrugged helplessly, like he really honestly couldn't figure out why he was being so defensive in this situation. Maybe it was because he was being flung so far out of his normal schedule that he felt like he was drowning and it was putting him on edge.
It didn't help that this guy was using actual magic to make his pain go away. It was stressing him out- what exactly did the guy do? Why didn't it hurt him? He rubbed his hands together, taking a few deep breaths, trying to keep as calm as possible as he closed his eyes. His skin was crawling at the thought of his body being manipualted- that much was enough to tell him that he'd never be okay with the guy fully healing his leg. Somehow, this guy managed to actually read Simons emotions, and started to explain the magic more. Even if he was beyond freaked out about this situation it definitely helped that Prde was walking Simon through every moment of this whole magic user thing. His shoulders slowly lost their tension as this so-called guardian angel explains that the only time he was actually ever touching the magic was in his leg.. essentially Pride had created a barrier to help prevent any further injury to his leg. For that, Simon was grateful, just a little freaked out about how he'd actually gone around helping Simon. He shifted a little, rubbing his arms now, testing out the prosthetic every now and then. He was surprised at how comfortable he could walk wth it now- it had been literal years since he'd been able to walk without the familiar ache from having a too-small prosthetic. Th musician had stumbled a few times- taking a few steps to try and get used to walking normally once more. "Thats... that's actually very interesting." He managed to whisper, his voice feeling caught, noticing how that ever present smile has somehow turned shy and the faint dusting on his cheeks was more than obvious to someone like Simon. His whole stance softened at that- perhaps it was because Pride was finally displaying what he'd see as a human emotion- but he looked away before this apparent guardian angel even noticed his staring.
However, this didn't last long, because alarm flitted through the young mans features once more at Prides response. Not for much longer. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He stared at Pride for a few moments, clearly trying to process this, unsure what that meant. "Um... so are they human or not? What the hell does Not for much longer mean?" He asked, beginning to become anxious once more, because he was only used to dealing with human issues. He could handle hitmen or even enraged people who had been hurt by his mother. Something that wasn't human, though, that... that was toeing the line for him. He managed to swallow down his fear a little, though, and followed Pride along anxiously. It seemed like the guy was rather anxious to change the subject and more than happy to focus on this discussion of tea instead. Apparently this was the champagne of teas, and Simon had to force himself not to wrinkle his nose, because he personally disliked the flavors of Champagne. He kept his mouth shut at that, though, and nodded slowly instead as he clasped his hands behind his back and cautiously followed the man. Now they were back on the street, Simon being glad that there wasn't much when it came to crowds, easily avoiding any kind of stranger as he followed Pride around like a lost puppy. "Perhaps they will... but they might not. A lot of these cafes don't carry fancy teas. Only the popular ones." He warned, unsure as to why he was actually talking, confused by his own actions because at this point he'd talked more to Pride than he had during the months he'd known Gawain. Strange . He thought to himself, trying not to dwell on this little fact, a frown coloring his features as someone jostled his shoulder just a little.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 30, 2018 23:49:59 GMT -5
( You're seriously killing Pride here. He already knows that Simon barely eats but just a drink, slice of bread, and chips? Unacceptable. He'd be like 'yeah that isn't happening' and spend hours in the kitchen to make something Simon would eat while Lust quietly mutters that Pride never cooks like that for him
Also feel like i should apologize for how stilted this is...Also- have I mentioned before that Simon is really cute? Because seriously, my bad. That's probably part of the reason Pride is so set on taking care of him and doing things he feels would make him happy. He's like 'Lu. Lu. He's so cute help' Oh- and does Simon have a job? I can't remember if you mentioned one?) ( oh my goodness I can't wait to see his responses to Simons eating habits even when there's food available for him. He's just so dang picky. And don't apologize at all! t's not stilted to me. Ahhh thank you! He's one of my favorite characters to role-play with, tbh. He's a mess but he's a sweetheart. I love Pride and Lust, too, I promise he'll warm up to Pride soon ahah. Not really? He volunteers at his schools music library but right now he's living off of scholarships and loans. )
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Nov 1, 2018 19:28:09 GMT -5
(It would be a mess. Lust doesn't know whether to interfere or grab some popcorn. He does both while Pride carefully outlines a PowerPoint presentation on why Simon needs to Eat His Food. Cake pops are a privilege not a right. And definitely not dinner. Aaa thanks! ^^' He is~! So does Pride! cx He's so earnest about it that he'd probably tear up a little if/when Simon ever refers to him as a friend or even obliquely mentions that he might care about him. Simon could just say 'be careful' and Pride would be like 'I love you too'. He literally has no chill I'm sorry. :')
I'm working on my reply now! only took me 40 years rip And in it you can glimpse a little more of their characters~ Once he knows and really likes someone, Pride is prone to gently teasing them. I imagine that he'd later tease Simon quite a bit because he thinks he's cute when flustered. It's too much work for him to fluster Lust, who mainly swears at him. Also Lust is a gentleman but he can be...a bit rough around the edges. He actually doesn't swear a lot- especially not around others- because he was raised very Proper. But he's spent a good amount of time with sailors so. x3 Also his Sin has nothing to do with the more popular definition of 'lust' but that doesn't preclude his being well acquainted with it. He scandalizes Pride on the daily.)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Nov 2, 2018 21:22:28 GMT -5
(That's great~ Here's to more headache free days~! And glad I could help~ Oof sorry- peppermint makes me feel badly as well- Must be the strong scent/taste?)
Pride positively beams at Simon's soft response and is forced to duck his head to hide it, feeling something like victory at having something personal, even small as it was, shared with him. He loved learning about others in the mundane way, particularly when someone who was normally closed off opened up to him and especially when they shared likes and dislikes- Now he knew to ensure the cafe carried the birthday cake flavor. Or that at least others would in the future. Does Simon like birthday cake Icecream as well? He knows an ice cream parlor that- But Simon answers his second question and his expression becomes more pensive. They taste the same so they're...safe. And they're desirable for their cheapness. Simon probably wouldn't like the expensive restaurants that Lust favors then. Hm.
Pride smiles softly. "Really, it's okay." He assures, "I understand where you're coming from. And I understand that this is rather...overwhelming and uncomfortable. I apologize for making you feel that way, and I would appreciate it if you would let me know whenever I can do something to help or you need me to...stop." Stop what exactly, he isn't sure- But he never wants Simon to feel uneasy or out of his depth around him. Pride doesn't like to hate anything but. But he thinks he would hate that. It makes his heart squeeze and his halo feel especially heavy. I'm sorry. He doesn't say. I only want to help. But that was what landed him in this position in the first place so he presses his lips into a small smile and remains silent.
Simon is...visibly disconcerted at the thought of magic. He can't deny its existence any longer but this doesn't make him feel any better. No one had told him about magic? Was his mother unable to or did she want to keep him in the dark? The Angel is drawn from his musings by the realization that Simon is slowly beginning to lose some tension. He isn't completely unguarded, but he's less wary in the sense of expecting something explicitly negative to result, and Pride's smile brightens as he averts his gaze. "I'm glad you think so." He responds, smile still somewhat self conscious- he isn't as powerful as Lust, after all- Pride doesn't want to overwhelm his Trust, but that simple statement sparks the sudden thought of whether or not Simon would be interested in magical theory and its branches- But they need to take things one step at a time.
Like now, for instance. There were more tactful ways of addressing this but Lust felt the need to impress upon Simon the true nature of things early on. The human was accustomed to dealing with human- or seemingly human- threats. This couldn't and wouldn't last. Pride would rather let him live with only the most pertinent information for as long as he could- Surely that would be better for him? Not having to worry about dark magic and threats that they could keep from his view- But he was overruled by Lust's utter loathing of the idea. Their philosophies are one of the few serious points of contention between them. Lust is the 'primary' for this mission, so Pride was forced to defer to him on the subject. He dislikes being put in this position, but he answers Simon's alarm in an even tone. Neither detached nor too light- He has had practice. "They are humans who were cursed into mindlessness." He can feel Simon's nervous energy at his back and would curse at Lust himself if he could. Sweeping his own negativity away for later disposal, Pride once again adjusts his stride and gait, moving in a way that casually and imperceptibly allows him to intercept anyone who might come too close to Simon for comfort. Though his Trust seems rather adept at the practice himself, Pride still leads him on the path with least resistance. He can do that much, at least. There is a slight problem in regards to the fact that he has used his true features for their encounter, however. Even 'humanized' as they are. Whenever a passerby can spare a glance away from their phone or some other point of interest, he tends to be the recipient of a double take and even a brief slowing of their pace. Lust had mentioned dealing with much worse- their supernatural beauty is appealing to humans as is common with predators- though Lust doesn't truly mind. The libertine.
"Oh?" Pride is facing away, and is free to grin when Simon volunteers information without prompting. He tries not to get too excited but he can't help his pleasure at having something of a conversation with his Trust. Lust was always more concerned with given duty than he- only initiating interactions at his prompting. Which he felt was a waste of a perfectly serviceable corporeal body. Simon might be difficult to befriend- did he even have friends?- but Lust could have at least done more in an attempt to ease all of the time he spent in his own company. Even if he preferred it, humans weren't built for keeping everything to themselves for long- Pride had wanted to befriend Simon if he had the chance- even if it was something distant or simply shared words and a smile or two. Even if it was something small- as long as Simon knew that someone cared about him. It wasn't pleasant, being alone and feeling it. Knowing that the world was divided into who wanted you dead and who didn't care if you died- Now it seems like that 'chance' was forced on him. He doesn't mind.
"I suppose that makes sense," he muses, almost succeeding in keeping a moue from his tone. He playfully asks Lust to buy some Darjeeling on his way and receives a slew of swears so...colorful that he almost wants to wash his mind out with soap. Pride can't help the amused glint in his eyes, brushing gloved fingers over curved lips. At least he knows that the...altercation is going well. They're nearing the cafe now and Lust is preparing to retreat. Fortunately, he'd also moved the battle to an open stretch of land behind the college that would afford some freedom and privacy. He's much more comfortable with combat than his opponent, and received further advantage when Pride shared power with him before parting. Pride is reasonably certain of his inevitable victory but remains just a touch concerned over the nature of Ragnar's defeat. They can't deal with him outright at the moment but Pride wants him alive.
He's drawn from his thoughts- half merged with Lust's and partly a labyrinth of his own making- by someone jostling Simon's shoulder. He doesn't see it, per se, but he can feel it in the way he feels everything in the air around him. Pride glances in their direction to find that the teen was only distracted and had managed to slip past him in his own distraction. Resolving to rectify that, he voices a question that had been on his mind for a while. "Do you consider Gawain a friend?"" And that is...another form of distraction. For Simon, at least. It's suitably abrupt and direct enough to do the trick, and would also provide answers even if he doesn't receive a reply outright.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Nov 2, 2018 21:37:41 GMT -5
( It would be a mess. Lust doesn't know whether to interfere or grab some popcorn. He does both while Pride carefully outlines a PowerPoint presentation on why Simon needs to Eat His Food. Cake pops are a privilege not a right. And definitely not dinner. Aaa thanks! ^^'He is~! So does Pride! cx He's so earnest about it that he'd probably tear up a little if/when Simon ever refers to him as a friend or even obliquely mentions that he might care about him. Simon could just say 'be careful' and Pride would be like 'I love you too'. He literally has no chill I'm sorry. :') I'm working on my reply now! only took me 40 years rip And in it you can glimpse a little more of their characters~ Once he knows and really likes someone, Pride is prone to gently teasing them. I imagine that he'd later tease Simon quite a bit because he thinks he's cute when flustered. It's too much work for him to fluster Lust, who mainly swears at him. Also Lust is a gentleman but he can be...a bit rough around the edges. He actually doesn't swear a lot- especially not around others- because he was raised very Proper. But he's spent a good amount of time with sailors so. x3 Also his Sin has nothing to do with the more popular definition of 'lust' but that doesn't preclude his being well acquainted with it. He scandalizes Pride on the daily.) ( Ahh I love this whole situation. Simon would be obstinate, too, fully convinced that if Cake pops had sustained him before he could be sustained by them again. Simon would literally have no idea how to respond to that, either, he'd just kinda shuffle awkwardly and shoo him away. It'd take forever for him to even say that he likes pride. Also it's all good haha. I'll try to answer soon, but I got me an assignment I have to finish up. I can't wait to see Lust swearing a lot and just not being who Simon knows? Tbh he'd probably both be a little shocked by it and find it hilarious. He'd also cling to Lust until he fully trusts pride. What definition of Lust are you using, lol? )
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Nov 2, 2018 22:00:25 GMT -5
(These three are going to have a Time of it because everyone is stubborn xp Though honestly Pride is generally a softie so he's more prone to caving Pride would absolutely campaign against cake pops. He'll be like those suburban moms who keep making healthy alternatives 'Try a melonball pop, they're better for you! Rather than that greasy 'regular' pizza we can have this fruit pizza instead!' Oh Pride wouldn't actually say that, haha~ That's just the vibe he'd give off because he's. Like a puppy or something. Do one small nice thing for him and he will give you everything he has to offer. But the image of Simon shooing him away is hilarious lol He'll be smiling as usual but inside he's D: Pride will mark that day on his calendar when it comes
I understand! I actually have an assignment too but my muse convinced me otherwise...Feel free to take your time~ I think it'll definitely be a bit of a surprise! Lust isn't too interested in humans beyond keeping them safe, so he's more stoic than usual around them- And he also didn't talk to Simon much because he thought he'd feel more comfortable if they were just. Companions in silence or something haha~ But when he's more comfortable/around Pride, he's a bit more outspoken and can be rather flirty when he feels like it. Like Simon though, he isn't fond of large gatherings and doesn't talk as much as Pride, but he does like to listen. And he actually teases way more than his partner. He even plays the occasional prank. Pride is too good a target...Lust would probably team up with Simon a lot and be smug about Simon preferring him haha~ The definition I'm using for Lust's Sin is: An Intense Longing Or Craving. So basically he wanted something he shouldn't have and committed his Sin by trying to obtain it~)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Nov 3, 2018 1:09:49 GMT -5
(Simon would be absolutely disgusted, tbh, because he abhors melons. Like... any kind of moon. He thinks they taste like theyre rotting. Just... these three are going to be such an interesting group lmao. I really like the idea of Lusts sin, too, he's such a cutie pie even when he's all stoic and not super interested in making friendly conversation lol. Maybe it is the strong smell? I do have a sensitive nose. Burning sage and vanilla gives me really bad headaches too.)
Simon didn't catch the beaming pride- how could he? He was still looking practically everywhere but at Pride. It wasn't like he didn't want to look at the man and his supernatural beauty, in fact Simon was drawn to Pride just as he had been with Gawain at the beginning, but he was anxious and staring at anything for too long always made his anxiety worse especially if he had to look at an actual person. If Pride had asked concerning Birthday cake flavors, though, he would be very quick to clarify. He loved birthday cake cake pops, but that was because it was a vanilla cake, with a white chocolate covering. He absolutely hated the taste of birthday cake flavoring, peopel always put way too much vanilla in it, and Simon was way too picky to enjoy that. He loved the simplicity of the cake pops, too, since it didn't take much to actually make them and they were usually decently priced. Pride was correct on the other assumption he made- Simon would most likely have a conniption if he even looked at the prices of the food at Lusts restaurants. It'd be nearly impossible to get him to set foot in one, let alone buy food, considering one entree would be enough to feed him for a month or more.
The curly haired young man paused for a moment when he was told that there wasn't any need to apologize and that this all had to be overwhelming. Thats a nice way to put it. He thought to himself, swallowing a little, before finally dragging his gaze upwards at the soft offer. I would appreciate it if you would let me know whenever I can do something to help or you need me to...stop. He nearly opened his mouth at that, tempted to let him know to stop now, that he just needed a moment to step back and take a few breaths and pretend that this was all some insane dream. But that wasn't possible, after all, because he'd feel incredibly guilty about hurting the guys feelings. He was strange, yes, but... not all out horrible. Yet. He thought to himself bitterly as he ran a hand through his curls, finally nodding slowly, because that was really all he could do. Even if he couldn't really respond verbally, he supposed a nod was as non committal as possible, feeling like Pride at least deserved something at this point. His lips pursed lightly at the explanation of what these people were. It wasn't a look of annoyance, nor one of displeasure, but instead it was something akin to him thinking about this and thinking hard. "So... they're like zombies?" He finally asked, being dead serious, his features almost grave looking as he stared at the person who had more answers than he actually expected. The question was, though, whether or not Pride would give him the answer he actually wanted. As he licked his lips slowly, showing some form of anxiety, running a hand through his hair again. "Well... do they try and kill me all the time? How'd they become mindless? Can they be turned back? Do they have to be killed?" He asked, the questions already pouring out of his mouth, worry clearly for the other people involved in this. It didn't matter that they had actively tried to kill him, they were still people, and he worried for these peoples souls and what would happen to them eventually. His tummy twisted at the thought of them dying, especialy if they hadn't had a choice in being turned into mindless monsters, his eyes glazing over just a little as he earnestly tried to think this one through. His chest started to rise just a little faster, before glancing around, wondering if any were nearby. There was a ton of people here, anyways, and honestly some had that glazed over quality in their eys... he'd always assumed that it was utter exhaustion that made people look like that but what f they were possessed? He wanted to rub his head and go back home, ignore this whole situation and go to sleep. He let out a shaky sigh, trying to chase it away, because he'd be stuck with this guy for awhile now and he couldn't just be rude about this situation.
He did freeze, though, at the slight smile as this guardian angel spoke some more. "What? What's so funny?" He asked, not understanding why the man was smiling again, because this was all incredibly confusing. Sure, he was giving a little more than he usually would, but he was beyond freaked out and it honestly felt as though the only thing that actually could keep him sane was talking for just a little while. His throat hurt, though, because he usually didn't speak this much. He preferred to sit and be quiet, perhaps that was why him and Gawain got along so well, because he felt no pressure to fill in the silence with the barista. Gawain was perfectly content with letting Simon not say a word and it didn't feel horribly awkward. But with Pride... he seemed like one of the people who actually needed some kind of interaction to feel wanted and Simon felt like he had to talk because of it. That smile almost made it worth all the talk but he still couldn't figure out why. He usually could care less about peoples reactions, well, aside from his worry about negative responses to his personality, which was why he avoided the kinds of conversations. With Pride, though, even if he didn't trust the man what so ever and he was beyond freaked he still felt as though he needed to please him or keep him happy. You need to fix that. You won't be seeing him after tonight, anyways. It's time to make yourself scarce again. Which meant packing up, hiding his necessary belongings, and then living on the streets until he felt like the threat had past.
Simon shrugged at the musing, glancing over, and letting out a soft sigh. "I mean... They might? It's just a lot of people want cheaper teas. Like... Chai or basic green tea. " He responded with one more shrug. It didnt' matter much to him that there wouldn't be any teas... but maybe the guardian angel wouldnt' want to go to a shop without the fancy teas. He knew that if it were his choice and he liked a specific drink he'd easily walk a few city blocks for it. He just didn't know if this guy would do the same thing or if Simon was simply strange enough to wander around the city for a specific drink. If Pride wanted to, he wouldn't complain though, because he couldnt' feel the pain in his leg and he was starting to genuinely enjoy being able to walk around now.
Of course Simon was thrown off as he was jostled- he still wasnt' fully used to walking around people either because of this. He was just the type of person that no one ever noticed and he was small enough to be jostled around plenty of times during his time in school. He looked over at the question in surprise, eyes wide, because was that supposed to be some type of trick question? "Of course. He memorized my drink. He doesn't make me talk and sends me little notes too. Plus we have some classes together." So... yeah. Simon may not have the highest standards for friendships, but honestly, he hadn't had a solid and steady friend since his first year of college but he'd long grown apart from those people. He supposed not having a phone really put a damper on socializing, but it'd been a few years, it didn't hurt as much anymore and he'd even managed to get a few acquaintances in his band class this year. But, really, Gawain was one of the few he would actually consider a friend and he was surprised at the question. "Why would you want to know?" He wondered, tipping his head to one side, honestly curious.
(RIP this ones kinda trash too. I was pretty tired haha. )
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Nov 17, 2018 3:48:14 GMT -5
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Nov 17, 2018 4:17:16 GMT -5
(He'll switch to another fruit without change in expression because he is now everyone's nutritionist and they better recognize lol They are~ I can't wait to get to their group shenanigans~ ^^ Thanks! He has his moments, haha~
Also in reply to Simon's musing- Pride will absolutely walk ten city blocks for that one specific thing he's craving, though honestly he'd be more likely to wheedle Lust into making the trip for him haha~
Same here too. My mom despairs because it's like I'm triggered by pretty much every air freshener/candle scent ^^")
Simon raises his gaze and responds with a simple and equally slow nod. Pride accepts this with a minute shift in his smile, pleased and relieved that he's received that much. He responds in turn without words, simply twining his fingers behind his back as he continues to walk with a quiet hum. Their brief silence is broken by Simon's sudden string of questions, and Pride listens intently, taking note of the spike in his anxiety and change in tone- the furrow of his dark brows while Pride's own expression remains bemused, lips quirked but without mirth or pleasure in his steady replies. "Zom..bies?" He pauses briefly to search his memory for the meaning of the word. "Yes, I suppose you could say that. They are a recent development, they haven't been targeting you for long, or else you would have noticed." Possible but not entirely likely. He and Lust were too vigilant to let that pass- Barring tonight, apparently...Pride cants his head away to hide the brief flash of ire in his gaze. Unacceptable, but not unsalvageable. "It is something of a curse placed on them. The humans accept it willingly, most without knowing the consequences- If I had access to more of my magic, I might be able to help reverse the process." His magic leans more toward the mental at least, though he isn't sure on his chances- That doesn't mean he wouldn't try, however. As soon as the opportunity presents itself. "I asked Gawain not to kill them. That is an absolute last resort. Sometimes it is a mercy, however." His tone goes softer here, but he successfully manages to keep it light and free of any...pained backlog.
He isn't surprised to see that Simon's reaction is almost a reflection of his own. Even knowing that they were strangers sent to kill him, he worried for their fates and the nature of their condition. Pride recognized Simon as being a compassionate soul from the start- as prickly as he often appeared. It's certainly a good trait to have but it can be painful, he knows. He knows. Pride's smile is small, almost subdued for only a fraction of a second before he injects some confidence into it. He never wants Simon to feel frightened or have to worry over such matters that shouldn't involve humans in the first place. He can tell that he has frightened his Trust- wide eyes now anxiously sweeping their surroundings as his breath quickens. "We won't allow them to die." He promises with a serene resoluteness. "And we won't allow you to be harmed either. This I swear; so I hope you won't feel the need to be on your guard at the cafe." Pride smiles sheepishly, "I may not be as well-versed as Gawain, but I will not falter."
"Nothing is 'funny'. I am simply enjoying your company~" Pride responds evenly, if a little more singsong than usual. The subject matter and their circumstances leave much to be desired, but he has learned to take the good with the bad and see the light in all things. It's unlikely that Simon would have this kind of interaction with him in a calmer setting, though he refuses to be thankful for this- It still offers them a chance to talk without Lust for either of them to rely on. He isn't very skilled at introducing people in any case- When asked who they were by an attending royal, Lust had simply responded with 'Hell if I know' and wandered away with the wineglass that he'd filched from Pride, who was left to salvage the evening. His introduction tonight was an improvement, but still left much to be desired. Pride is fairly certain his only saving grace in this moment is his connection to 'Gawain'. While Simon seems to have relaxed some, he gets the impression that it's more out of necessity than will. He doesn't trust Pride and doesn't feel comfortable around him, yet he trusts Lust and knows that staying on guard with his Guardian Angel would be tiring and somewhat ineffectual besides.
It hurts- Pride isn't accustomed to not being liked or trusted- At least in recent memory- But he can understand where Simon is coming from in that regard. He tries not to fret over his behavior- Should he stop talking? Is it what he's saying? How he's saying it? He doesn't want to put on airs or pretend to be someone he isn't- But his Trust still feels...stiff in his company. As if he's forcing himself to fit his idea of who the Angel is. Pride can't sense intent or emotion like Lust can, but he can feel the shifting and turbulence of Simon's thoughts without explicitly dipping into them. While he would certainly be considered an...'extrovert', as is the popular human term, Pride can fit to anyone's idea of companionship. He doesn't mind silence. Should he voice this? Would it still be...'awkward'? The turning of Simon's thoughts lessen somewhat with his comment, and Pride drifts from the confines of his own to respond. "Cheaper teas? Mm, I can see the merit in their simplicity." He feathers gloved fingers over his lips to obscure the smile Simon's double shrug elicits. "There are health benefits as well, I hear~ If not tea, is there anything else you would like to drink? If it isn't at the cafe, I could ask Gawain to pick something up for you." His words and light tone suggest that his partner is simply on errand to the grocery store. Lust somehow picks up on this and gives him the quasi-mental version of a rude gesture.
'Eavesdropping is rude and unbecoming of someone of your stature~'
'You reduce 'someone of my stature' to an errand boy in the same breath. Have you forgotten that I outrank you?....Where would I find Darjeeling?'
'This isn't about rank, Lu. But if it were, you would do well to remember that you never held the throne~ I'll send you the location~'
Pride brightens further at this indication of their victory. It's not over- not by any stretch of the word- Magnus is still alive to nurse his wounds and they must find some way to counteract the strange new magic that he has acquired as well as break his thralls of their connection to him- But for now, Simon and Lust are safe. The humans at the college are none the worse for wear, and Lust promises a lead into the investigation when next they meet. He breathes out slowly as his mind swirls with half-finished plans and a few strangled what-ifs. One day at a time- One moment at a time- And this one is almost over. For the time being, he need only focus on his Trust.
'I'm glad you're safe, and unhurt, I hope?'
'Do not insult me so.'
'My apologies~'
His smile turns fond, remaining even as he turns partly toward Simon while he opens the door to the quaint little cafe for him. Pride steps back so that Simon can enter first and contemplates his words as he eyes the interior. It's a lot prettier than the college one, to be sure- but Pride feels that it's much less...homey. Or is that simply hubris due to his hand in the latter's design? He steps into the establishment with a tinkle of the tarnished bell on the door and immediately starts toward a quiet-looking corner that he had honed in on earlier. The table and chairs are set in the back and would give his wary Trust a healthy view of the street outside through front and side facing windows with his back to a rather trustworthy wall- Pride somewhat obstructs the view by sitting in the seat that would face Simon but is situated to his right, obscuring part of the side-facing window. Lust could sit directly opposite him; but for the time being, Pride wants to be the center of his Trust's attention. Not out of any sense of ego or importance, but to serve as a distraction. Simon might want to scan the windows for stray thralls and Pride leaves the option open, but to do so would require him to focus his attention in the Angel's direction. By sitting with his back to the doors and window, Pride also nonverbally communicates his confidence in their security, though Simon might see it as carelessness. Hm.
Just as he'd thought, paper pamphlets that serve as menus are arranged neatly amongst the napkin-wrapped utensils on the table, and Pride leaves Simon to his own while slipping a phone from his pocket and tapping away at it. It's actually Lust's phone, as Pride has never had a need for one- but he tends to end up with it anyway. Evidenced by the glittery pastel bunny phone case. Pride changes it often partly because he finds it fun, and partly in a bid to discover if he can find one that Lust particularly likes or dislikes. So far he hasn't been very successful and he's been somewhat on a rabbit binge. "I'll let Gawain know where we are." The explanation is somewhat distracted- while he is sending the other Angel their location, he's simultaneously attempting to make sense of a recent text that he'd received from who appears to be a student in his class. There is a surprising number of tiny colorful pictures. Emojis? Pride distracts himself with attempting to decipher humans' increasingly confusing methods of communications whilst absently playing with the edge of his menu. He intends to order, but would rather wait until Simon feels more comfortable so as not to give the impression of rushing him.
(Not at all~ It's a great reply as always!
I feel like I should apologize for the lackluster end and not going back to Lust ^^" I usually love writing action but I haven't been feeling up to it lately..He will make his grand reappearance soon, however!
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Post by sweetclover1 on Nov 25, 2018 2:32:26 GMT -5
(Ahh, I'm lucky, it's really only Vanilla and Vanilla-like scents that trigger bad migraines for me. Some other strong scents to give me headaches but it's only when it's super, super, potent)
Simon couldn't help the anxiety that started to coil in his stomach- who had he just gotten himself involved with? The fact that the man wasn't too familiar with zombies did put him just a little bit more on edge- they were a common piece on knowledge in this world and it was perhaps an indicator for the college student that he wasn't dealing with actual humans- and the explanation made it even worse. He let out a small,shaking, breath when Pride finally seemed to remember what a zombie was and half heartedly agreed with it. Apparently this was just a new thing, though, because he would have noticed them if these zombie like creatures followed him for any longer. "I would have?" He asked cautiously, wondering if they acted like actual zombies, with the dead eyes and the shuffling around... eating people... he tried his best to clear his mind of anything terrifying like that, but his features betrayed the young mans concern about this entire situation, his lips thinning when Pride explained that these people had willingly given up their souls, simply not understanding the gravity of what they had done. That they hadn't been told the realities of this situation and now they were simply mindless puppets now...
He hoped that wasn't going to happen to him.
Simon had all but completely missed the subdued smile coming from his apparent guardian angel, he was too busy scanning his surroundings now, looking out fr someone who didn't seem totally human anymore. Of course he saw none here- all the people they passed really dd look like normal people- but that didn't make him relax any more. He didn't like the thought of brainless people going after him, the crooks who had targeted him as a child were bad enough, he didn't want to know what these people who lacked any form of conscience would do to him if this guy actually failed and they got ahold of him. His mouth dried at that, breath quickening a little, only being distracted when Pride assured him that he wouldn't actually kill these people, that Simon wouldn't be harmed, and both could be done... Pride was basically saying that Simon could trust him, somethign that the brunette didn't know if e could do just yet. He looked unsure, though, when Pride expressed his wishes for him to not be on guard, because how could he not be? Not only had he just been told that zombies (or their equivalent) were trying to kill him but he couldn't think of the last time he actually relaxed and didn't have his guard up.
For someone like Simon, that request was nearly impossible, but he didn't know how to voice that so he simply didn't.
Instead, the young man looked around,t trying to figure out what he was going to do next and half tempted to make a run for it once more. If it hadn't been for those creepy brainless people Simon would have been long gone at this point. Unforthantley, what he was dealing with was way out of his depth, and as much as he hated to admit it he would probably be safer with this stranger until Gawain came back.
Maybe Simon could convince him to bring him back home, or at least to the apartments close to it, so he could actually rest in peace for a short while. He didn't really like being in strange places and that meant if this stranger insisted he stay with them he'd get little to no sleep as he checked out the place head to toe at least three times. His throat tightened at the thought of it, meekly following the angel to the coffee shop, tension slowly filtering back into his tiny frame as he looked over the menu anxiously. Once more, he allowed Pride to take the lead, looking around at his surroundings and finding that it was nothing like the homey little cafe he was so used to. This seemed more... professional, not quite sterile, but almost... it reminded him of his mothers house and it put him just a little bit more on edge as he quickly took the seat that facd the windows, back practically pressing against the sturdy wall, ensuring him that nothing would sneak up on him while he was sitting down. "No, thats okay. I can... I can find something on this menu." He assured the other hesitantly, not wanting Gawain to go out of his way at all, an almost troubled look crossing his delicate features as he fiddles with the broken zipper on his jacket. He was well aware of the health benefits of tea- the only problem was the teas he liked tended to run on the expensive side so he had long stopped looking and tasting them. It just wasn't worth t when he knew he couldn't enjoy the few teas he liked (those he could count on a singular hand) because the other, cheaper, ones often tasted too watery for him. H finally pulled his glance up, leaning slightly to the left as he tried to glance out of the window, frowning when he realized that he couldn't look out without drawing at least some of his attention to Pride.
He hadn't the slightest idea how this "guardian angel" didn't want to have this view- it was a clear advantage... unless if he had some of those sensing powers... but Simon didn't even know if he believed in it fully yet even after him taking away the pain in his leg. Which... he needed to ask him to put the out of him... but he supposed it could wait for just a bit longer. They may have to travel further, after all, and Simon didn't want to b the slowest in the group because of his bum leg. So he kept that quiet as he carefully took the paper pamphlet to scan over the food and drinks offered here...
Hmm... They did have a small collection of hot chocolates, some of them sounding fancy, so maybe he could go for it... a White chocolate hot chocolate with peppermint whipped cream actually sounded delicious... so did the dark chocolate hot chocolate with white chocolate chips in it... and the classic hot cocoa even looked pretty decent. The thing was, he didn't quite know how o ask whether they made the hot chocolate with milk or water... because if it was with water then the hot chocolate was out of the question, it ruined the taste and consistency for him, so he'd have to find a suitable alternative for hot chocolate. Simons brow creased at that, worrying his lip, thinking long and hard as his gaze looked over their Mochas as well... they didn't seem too bad... but could he actually afford any of this? He'd already spent his allowance today on a white chocolate mocha from Gawains cafe... spending more would mean he'd go hungry tomorrow... "Actually... I might not get anything. I'm... not too thirsty or hungry." He explained, hating how the lie created a tiny pit in his stomach, giving a terse smile to Pride, hoping that he wouldn't be too offended at his decision to not buy anything.
Simon looked rather interested at the phone case that the other had on his phone- bunnies where rather cute but he hadn't thought Pride was the type of person to actually be into stuff like that- wondering who he was texting at first. Then he explained that he was contacting Gawain and Simon nodded, relaxing once more, because that meant his friend would be alright. " Oh- have you heard from him? He's for sure okay, right? When will he be here?" Because Simon wasn't going to fully believe Pride until he saw that Gawain was okay in person and Smon would be able to give him a good once over for any kind of injuries. He'd always been a bit of a mother hen and Gawain was one of the few that he genuinely cared about.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Nov 30, 2018 17:12:39 GMT -5
(Sorry for the wait, I'll try to have my reply up today!
Also Simon absolutely has the right of it- If we don't have milk I won't make any hot chocolate no matter how much I crave it haha~)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Nov 30, 2018 17:46:28 GMT -5
(I hope things have calmed down for you, then! I'm about to have another disappearance because I'm this close to Finals week ^^" I don't know how people drink it that way...
And question for Simon! Does he have a phone? I don't remember you mentioning it..? And he prefers sweets right? Because Pride is seriously considering just buying everything on the menu pfft)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Nov 30, 2018 23:37:41 GMT -5
(I feel like I should kind of explain how Pride knows so much because I don't want to give the impression of powerplaying or something to that effect- ^^" He's a telepath, a bit of an empath, and is very perceptive besides- Not to the point of being too OP for Roleplay, but as previously hinted, he's very capable and rarely misses anything. He isn't reading Simon's mind, but he's familiar enough with him to be able to guess at what he's thinking. The 'empath' part of his magic allows him to sense what Simon is feeling as well. Hope this is okay?
Also a weird thing to draw attention to but I feel like I should clarify for this too: Correction- Lust will eat anything provided that Pride made it or it's something that fits his high class palate- I was just thinking about other ways I could infuse the meaning of lust with his character and being indiscriminate seems like something suited for a 'Greed' or 'Gluttony'. 'Lust' would be centered around a 'focal point' so to speak, so he's actually very picky and has a 'lust' for the finer things in life but is practical enough to compromise. The tiniest bit. Mostly because Pride coerces him into it. Pride seems like he should be like that too- and while he's also a #RichBoy with a taste for filet mignon, he actually grew up as a peasant and so has more appreciation for 'normal things'. So actually, he can eat anything provided it's part of a balanced diet.
That is slightly skewed toward sweets)
Ah, Pride had expected as much. Simon didn't seem accustomed to the notion of someone going out of their way for him- or spending money on him due to his broken ties with his family and own sense of pride. "Oh?" Pride idly flicks through the apps on Lust's phone. He knows this is a lie born of the fact that his Trust is wanting for funds, but Simon deserves nice things. Does Simon even have a phone? He doesn't believe he's seen one- "Even after walking all this way?" He wonders mildly with a faint furrow to his brow. The Angel lifts his own menu and scans it until he finds what he believes Simon had spent so much time on judging by the tilt of the pamphlet and previous angle of his gaze- The drinks section, particularly the hot chocolate. Pride smiles at this- Hot chocolate is one of his favorite human inventions. "I believe I'll have a cocoa as well as tea," he muses aloud. "And perhaps one for Gawain?- Ah, of course~ He is en route, he's simply retrieving your painkillers~"
Pride feathers gloved fingers over quirked lips as he inspects the entirety of the menu. Magic takes energy- especially where Lust is concerned- so he'd already have to order enough to satisfy the mercurial Angel. This should excuse him buying extra and having nowhere else to put it but in Simon's hands. He mentally reviews what he knows of his Trust's preferences- There are cake pops but a sandwich would be better in this case- If he doesn't like it then there are blueberry scones and chocolate muffins as well- Pride will buy one of each and see if Simon would like half at least. Regardless of their charade, he dislikes eating alone in front of others without sharing- And white chocolate cocoa for a drink- one of them- he sets the menu down and looks up to find that a server is already making a beeline toward them. Pride smiles at her, angling his body rather than craning his neck before listing off a variety of food and drink: A matcha tea, dark chocolate cocoa with white chocolate chips, cocoa with peppermint whipped cream, toasted white chocolate cocoa, two blueberry scones, butter scone, three double chocolate muffins, one blueberry, two parfaits, a double smoked bacon sandwich, and two tomato & mozzarella paninis. Everything is to-go, just in case- And he figures they might be able to take some back to Simon's...home. Tilting his head briefly, he adds a classic hot cocoa to finish, and only just remembers to ask if the hot drinks are made with milk to avoid Lust turning his nose up at them. The woman, Rachel according to her name tag, arches a brow at his lengthy order for two but assures him they will be and returns his grateful smile with one of her own before tucking a notepad into her apron and leaving to place their order.
Pride turns back toward Simon and picks up the phone with a small smile. "I believe that should be enough to make up for all the fighting Gawain has done." His tone is mild; though he knows that while Lust can absolutely put away everything he ordered and possibly have room for more, he'd be wrinkling his nose in silent displeasure the entire time. Lust is accustomed to the finer things in life- The 'lunch' menu at a random corner cafe cannot hope to compare to his aristocratic tastes, but for once this works in Pride's favor.
Simon seems to need quiet in order to recharge from all of the...everything. So the Angel busies himself with poking around Lust's phone and expands the ever-present cloak of his magic in order to mute the effect of background noise. There are only four other small groups of customers and they aren't particularly loud, but the street remains busy and there is the sound of various machines and shifting of dishes behind the counter. Simon has survived in a noisy world so far- he does live in New York- but he has never had to grapple with Guardian Angels and magic before, so Pride feels he should be afforded a calmer atmosphere to process it all. Which is his intention- but he can't help humming every once in a while- his favorite bars from a theatre or movie soundtrack- though the white noise is only muted, Pride hates silence and often finds himself attempting to break it. After the fifth time that he was forced to trail off, he offers Simon a sheepish grin before devoting as much of his attention as he can to Neko Atsume.
The majority of their order has arrived by the time Lust strides in, looking no worse for wear despite new tears in his black jeans and the fact that he appears to be missing a glove. His dove gray coat is also missing- likely too damaged to be worn- revealing the crisp white leather-cuffed dress shirt he wears underneath. Pride carefully withholds a sigh- he always tells Lust to dress like an actual college student on a scholarship but his partner can't help subtly giving off the impression that he is otherwise. There's a faint, predatory glint to his cinnamon eyes, a leftover from his recent foray into violence, but it fades somewhat when his gaze lands on Simon and Pride. The corner of his mouth tilts lazily in silent greeting as he slides into the seat across from his Trust whilst simultaneously dropping the bag of his purchases in Pride's lap. "Why, thank you ever so much~" Pride somehow manages to sound both wry and singsong, though he smiles and briefly squeezes Lust's hand in thanks.
Lust gives Simon a brief once over, head canting as he preempts any questions with, "How are you?" Which is...a form of greeting, right? Perhaps too perfunctory..? Pride gives him one of those indiscernible looks that would be friendly to anyone else. Lust avoids his gaze in favor of shifting his attention toward the spread on the table and he immediately slides the bacon sandwich closer. He'll have to force himself to eat it- he's almost hungry enough to, at least- While he stares at it like a challenge, Pride offers Simon his painkillers and Lust can see that he'd cut a chocolate muffin in half and was offering it up as well. Ah, so that is why they're sitting here with subpar offerings. He eyes the table with a new understanding, seeing that many of the drinks are to their Trust's tastes. There's the concern that they will eventually lose their temperature, but he can feel Pride vibrating the air around them in order to maintain a steady source of heat. Now his lips quirk with amusement as he steals a sip of the other Angel's tea. Pride had spread everything out in a way that suggested it didn't belong to any one person- But it was enough to offer that he wasn't terribly subtle. When it came to others- particularly those within his inner sphere of affection- Pride could be a touch...enthusiastic.
"I am not eating all of this." He deadpans, before taking a bite of his sandwich. Mostly toasted bread- ach. Pride retrieves his tea as well as a sliver of bacon from the darker Angel's sandwich. "We'll have some for later then~" He suggests, before shifting his attention to Simon. "I suppose that we can't rely on Gawain to be our resident glutton for tonight." He starts in a tone that seems to imply that this is a pity and successfully obscures the fact that this has been his plan all along.
'Charlatan.' Lust accuses, watching him from the corner of his eye with amusement.
'I'm not entirely convinced you know what that word means~ This would render your accusation baseless.' Lust almost scoffs and conceals it with another swig of Pride's tea. It's not terrible and he might have been seeing holes in his vision before Pride touched him and transferred some much-needed mana. He'd managed to heal the relatively small injuries that he'd gained, and only required Pride to complete the process. Now he could simply sit back and watch his partner talk Simon into sharing with them without being entirely direct- Lust had long suspected that a meeting between the two would be...interesting. Not even he had withstood Pride's charms for long.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 2, 2018 0:11:22 GMT -5
(Thats totally fine! I'm actually liking having someone able to really read him and understand whats going down his lil head. I really do like how Pride is picking up patterns as well and I didn't see it as him being too powerful at all.
It's good to see the different takes for both Pride and Lust and how it affects their personalities, as well!)
Simon rubbed his nose lightly, happy that he had finally made his decision, because it was so much easier than actually trying to decide on something to eat. He knew it shouldn't have been that stressful- Simon absolutely hated that he reacted this way to simple decisions like this- but it was hard to even decide what he'd want to eat here... not to mention that he didn't have any money to pay for it and there wasn't any way he'd let someone else pay for his food. That in itself made his stomach churn uncomfortably- the thought of being indebted to someone or having Pride pity him enough to feed him was enough to make himself sick to his stomach. He glanced up at the question, arching a brow, before shrugging slowly. "Well, I'm... I don't have much of an appetite. Ever? Like... I'm usually not so hungry." He lied once more, smiling a little sadly, a hand absently placing itself over his quietly rumbling stomach. He looked a little surprised, though, when Pride commented that he was thinking of getting some hot chocolate as well... so... it would definitely be a safe bet to get that around Pride. He still wouldn't order one himself, though, knowing he couldn't afford it. He was surprised that he'd be able to drink both as well, but he supposed that some people would be able to handle it. Simon brightened immediately when he was informed that Gawain was on his way- that he only needed to grab some painkillers for Simon and then he'd be here.
Good.
That meant that Gawain was safe and that he'd be here soon so he wouldn't have to stress about talking with Pride for too long. "Oh. Okay. So he should be here soon?" he asked, peeking past Prides shoulder, trying to find the man who had become so familiar with over the past months. It was these moments when he'd wished that he had a phone of his own, just so he could text Gawain and make sure himself that the man was alright... but of course he couldn't. He didn't have the money to even buy himself one of the cheap payphones from Walmart.
Simon barely looked up when the woman approached them, body tensing, because he didn't really want to deal with her just yet... only lifting his head in shock when Pride started to list what he wanted... and the list continued to go on and on and on. Simon stole his own glance at the menu, because he had to have ordered one of each, right? The only thing that didn't seem to be ordered was the cake pop. His own jaw dropped, about to ask why, because that was too much, not to mention expensive. Even if Pride seemed to be decently well off, this couldnt' be affordable, right? Even the waitress seemed surprised at the order, although she said nothing of it, instead assuring them that the hot chocolate was made with milk instead of water. Simon tilted his head slightly to one side at that, taking note, because he'd have to visit here eventually to try the hot chocolates here. They did have some creative hot chocolates and he'd be interested in trying them one day.
This was all for Gawain? Did they really need that much after fighting? Simon wasn't really one for physical activity, save for marching band, and sure he was quite hungry after practice... but never hungry enough to eat that much. He swallowed slowly, leaning against the chair, enjoying the fact that it was quiet at their table. Of course there was the usual quiet bustle of a case but somehow Simon didn't mind it much. Perhaps it was because he was born and raised in the city and he found comfort in the business of it when it didn't affect him. No one was trying to interact with him and he didn't see any threats... so he started to relaxed just a little bit, glancing around, his attention only being drawn back to Pride the few times that he started to hum some tunes that honestly sounded just a little bit familiar. The "guardian angel" would flash him apologetic looks whenever he caught himself doing it and Simon would wave him off, before watching their surroundings once more, enjoying his opportunity to people watch for a bit. It seemed that there was a couple there, by the girls tense posture he had a feeling there was an argument coming between the two of them, and the poor guy didn't seem to see it coming with how he was looking through the menu. Then there was a group of college age students all hunched over their notes, absently sipping on their own drinks, no doubt trying to cram for some massive exam. He could feel himself starting to relax, actively avoiding any thoughts of magic being real, because that was something he'd need to process when he was alone in the relative safety of his own home.
Simon only stopped his people watching when a familiar face popped up near their table. "Gawain!" He announced, visibly brightening, even if his voice remained quiet as he studied the man critically. He was definitely missing a glove and his coat- wasn't he freezing? Simon himself had found himself shivering a few times and he had his nice, thick, sweater on. If he had a jacket he would already be up and fussing over him, but he couldnt', so his eyes just narrowed a little as he looked the man up and down carefully, relieved to see no wounds on him. He nearly laughed when Gawain plopped down next to Pride, his lips turning upwards just slightly at the wry thank you, now genuinely happy that he knew for a fact that his sort-of-friend was totally fine. Sure, that odd glint in his cinnamon colored eyes made him nervous, but he couldn't tell why and did his best to ignore the feeling as he focused his attention on his friend instead of Pride.
"Oh- uh? Me?" He asked, genuinely surprised, because why was Gawain asking about his own well being when he was the one in a fight? "I am well. Are you okay? You're missing your coat. You must be really, really, cold, right? I'm.. I'm sorry for that? Do you want some tea, or hot chocolate? I think that's all Pride ordered..." His voice trailed off a little as his painkillers were offered to him by Pride. Simon was caught off guard once more, blinking down at them blankly for a moment, before a tiny yet thankful smile graced his features as he took them slowly from Pride, hesitating when he was given half of a chocolate muffin... it wouldn't be horrible, right, if he took half of one? He was supposed to eat when he took his meds anyways... not that he usually did that in the rare moments he had money for them. But he was hungry, and after a few minutes of deliberation, he slowly took the half of the chocolate muffin and picked at the outside slowly and placing it in his mouth, trying not to sigh in contentment as the rich and chocolatey flavors exploded in his mouth.
The only reason why he even took the muffin, though, was at the announcement that Gawain was not going to be able to finish all of this. It was enough for him to push away any guilt at eating this, not wanting any food to go to waste, and now he was happy he'd made that decision. It was an absolutely delicious muffin and he was currently semi-happily, semi-grudgingly, picking away at the exterior of the muffin so he could eat the middle last.
He glanced up, unsure why Gawain would be a glutton in the first place, because would it not be just hunger after fighting for so long? He didn't say that, though, instead smiling a little shyly. "I can help pack it all away, or whatever is left." He said simply, not taking the hint whatsoever, not connecting the dots with this was Prides plan all along to get Simon to actually eat something. "Um- was there any water that you ordered? I'm not the best at taking stuff dry." He admitted timidly, because if the water hadn't been ordered, he would have gotten up right away to get some. Waters were free, after all, and he was coming from the table with the feast at it. "And-uh, if you wanted to, you could take the magic away.. since I have these." He said, lifting the tablets hesitantly, hoping that he wasn't coming off as ungrateful. "Not that I don't appreciate how helpful it was- I just like to realize when I've met my limit."
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Dec 3, 2018 20:46:31 GMT -5
(That's a relief! Just wanted to be sure ^^
I'm glad~ I feel like they can be a bit confusing for how much they don't say, haha
Also I love Simon & Lust's little friendship, haha~ They can both be kind of awkward and haven't had a lot of friends but Lust will try. Eventually. Honestly he's too preoccupied with duty to consider Simon a friend at the moment. ^^" But to be fair, he doesn't consider Pride a friend either! He's just some amorphous presence that he doesn't mind being stuck with- Though to Pride they are Bestest Friends Foreverest. Lust is his soul partner. His sunshine on a cloudy day. His- etc etc lol. Lust feels that way too but he's not prone to being very obvious about it. Unfortunately for him, Pride knows and can get very smug or teary about it depending.
With Simon however, he'd often be kind of glancing at Pride like 'am I doing this right? Do I smile or wave? Both?!' )
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Lust is accustomed to Pride lighting up like the sunrise whenever he returns from however long his absences are- but seeing and hearing Simon respond in a similar manner throws him a bit. He knew they had established a rapport, but honestly hadn't expected more than a nod in greeting. While Pride welcomes him with one of those soft starlight smiles of his, the human cheers his name in a tone that is soft but no less pleased. "Simon." He returns carefully, unable to match the tone but adding a nod in the hope that it would be friendly enough. It doesn't escape his notice that his presence causes both occupants at the table to relax. Which is also a strange reaction and one he is unfamiliar with. Simon shifts his attention to him and Lust in turn glances at Pride, who seems unnecessarily smug. He still fails to comprehend why Pride always takes it personally on the rare occasion that they find someone who genuinely seems to like him. He always seems so gleefully vindicated, perhaps because he's so intent on singing Lust's praises.
Lust is accustomed to attention whether positive or negative, but somehow he gets the feeling that their almost matching bright looks would make him blush if he were capable. Why is Simon so pleased to see him? Is Pride's company truly so terrible? Perhaps daunting? He did appear in a miniature supernova...Regardless, Lust is grateful for the distraction of terrible food. He's distracted even from that when Simon returns his question, blinking at him with a furrowed brow as he chews the final bite of his sandwich. Those were the kinds of things that Pride once said to him- No one really asks after his wellbeing anymore. Pride just knows and acts on it, though there are times when he can't help but verbalize concerns. Still, Simon is sincere and Pride is pleased. Lust avoids a frown. Their Trust treats him as a friend when they aren't meant to have any sort of significant relationship beyond guardian and charge. This arrangement is to be as temporary as they can make it, ending with Simon only having human threats to worry over and a job well done- Of course he didn't exactly help matters with his attempts to lessen the initial stiffness between them by way of music scribbled on receipts- And of course Pride is a ridiculous enabler because he has yet to outgrow his flagrant treatment of laws, rules, regulations- But Lust still hadn't anticipated Simon actually liking him. Pride would argue that he never expects anyone to like him in the first place, which is why he's always blindsided when they do. Even his partner had surprised him in that regard.
"Good." Despite that split second of confused hesitation, he finds himself softening in some way. He doesn't manage a smile, but some of that inculcated aristocratic stoicness bleeds from his features. "I am well," He parrots, lips quirking somewhat at that, "I do not feel cold easily, and my coat can be recovered." He waves Simon's apology away. "There is no need to apologize. I only do what I must." A lesson Pride has yet to learn. "It would seem so." He agrees wryly, pushing the blueberry scone toward his partner. "If you are cold you should drink something to warm you." Lust only just catches that if Simon was concerned over his response to the late autumn temperatures, then the human must already be feeling them. His body only acknowledges extreme temperatures insofar as telling him to avoid them, and Pride can simply manipulate the air around them to maintain a steady one- The other Angel may have blocked cold winds and even muted the surrounding noise, but it seems he hasn't done the same for Simon in order to avoid more close contact with his magic.
That might be subject to change however- His brows arch when Pride averts his gaze at having received Simon's grateful smile, using gloved fingers to obscure his own brighter one. Pride has always been both transparent and inscrutable- He slides the scone directly in front of him and sets about tucking his hair behind his ear to pin it out of his face with the ivory fascinator that had already adorned the raven locks, movements casual and born from habit- He has always practiced more politesse despite not having it constantly drilled into his head like Lust- but his newly revealed lavender eye is just as sanguine as his soft powder-blue. The Angel is radiating contentment to the point where Lust surreptitiously glances around to ensure no flowers are spontaneously blooming or growing. The other patrons are looking noticeably happier though, and a tired teen on the first leg of his late shift is walking with an inordinate amount of pep in his step. It would seem that what Ragnar had done to them is still allowing their magic to leak out. Lust uses his own magic to somewhat corral Pride's back toward him- It can't be fully contained but at least it's more or less quarantined.
'Oh! You have my apologies- and my gratitude~'
'Stop trying to produce flowers where there are none.'
Pride's tone was sheepish, and Lust responds with something like exasperation. He can't be upset, however. It is his job; keeping each other in check is part of why their partnership works so well, and he understands the circumstances- Still, whatever Ragnar had used to temporarily undo the Silencing of their magic unnerves him. He doesn't fear Pride but he is afraid for him- Said Angel pulls him from his dark thoughts by offering him one of the flat meatless sandwiches, having somehow acquired a fork with which he ate his scone like a courtier- Precise cuts and tiny bites. Lust allows himself to respond to the content that Pride continues to radiate and feels his lips quirk as he refutes the earlier quip with, "I am not a 'glutton', I simply have a greater and more lasting appreciation for quality...in quantities."
Pride simply twirls his fork with a disbelieving hum, but his mismatched gaze holds a teasing glint as he takes another delicate bite of his scone. Lust notes that he and Simon both take small portions from the outside- While he in contrast takes as big a bite as decorum will allow in order to finish quicker. Honestly, do they want to be here all night?
Lust observes as Pride shifts the entirety of his attention back to their Trust- who fortunately seemed content to eat in silence as Lust still wasn't sure how to interact with him outside of a scripted setting- Pride thanks him for the offer, seeming more amused than surprised when he failed to respond to his attempts to share more than the muffin. Regardless of whether he anticipated it, he doesn't appear to have given up. The other Angel is instead quietly delighted at being addressed, tone warm when he responds with, "I could have water brought over if you'd like, but wouldn't you rather have something more suited to finishing a chocolate muffin with?" Which is easy for him to say- Pride once refused to eat cookies because they didn't have milk to drink with them. Having finished Pride's tea and his second sandwich in rapid succession, Lust draws the toasted cocoa concoction toward himself and begins methodically scooping the clump of marshmallows and cinnamon from the top. With nowhere else to put them, he wiggles the spoon at Pride, who accepts it but doesn't bring it fully to his mouth, lips curved in that ever present smile though his body stiffens briefly at Simon's words. It's only a quick tensing of his shoulders, but Lust automatically slips into their shared wavelength to ensure that is all it is. That magic they had encountered earlier is still being a nuisance- Normally Pride is much more collected than this. Lust suddenly wishes he had killed Ragnar, and not for the first time. He runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to hide his ire- Not entirely visible but Pride had informed him that his eyes aren't quite the shade they should be.
'It isn't what you think.'
'Of course not~'
"If that is what you want then I would be happy to oblige~" His tone is bright and even, and Lust watches him from the corner of his eye. "It is not as if we would be walking far, Gawain's vehicle is only across the street." Here Pride pauses and lowers the spoon to the plate holding his scone, gaze flicking downward before rising to meet Simon's. "I am always glad to be of help," He begins slowly, "But may I ask what you mean by 'meeting your limit'?"
Despite his sunny reassurance, Lust can feel Pride's verging on panic. What limit? He was so careful- He didn't hurt him did he? Does the magic make him uncomfortable? Is it the fact that it's his magic? Did he do something wrong? He asked and he explained but what if he wasn't clear enough?
'I apologize, your highness, but I am at my limit-'
While nothing has changed outwardly, the smiling Angel has quietly retreated to the dark place that he had been doing so well in avoiding before Ragnar. Lust curses mentally but manages to be somewhat calm when he disrupts Pride's guilt spiral. 'You must listen to more than words right now. Do you hear me, Add?'
'Yes.' His inner voice is faint. 'Of course.'
'That medication is a human creation- Simon is accustomed to human things. It would make sense for him to prefer what is familiar, yes?'
'Yes.' Pride agrees, in a wave of muddled gratitude, shame, and more sheepishness. He has developed the ability to unwind the knots that he ties himself into, but sometimes it takes his partner to help begin the process. Lust keeps outward expression to simply ruffling his carefully pinned hair as he takes a sip of his newly liberated mocha. 'I apologize.' Pride always feels guilty for dwelling on what he perceives as 'small' things, particularly when he draws others into them- Lust ignores his apology. It's unnecessary.
"I could remove it now, or begin to take it away after you've had the medicine if you'd like~" Pride suggests with a little more cheer, not so preoccupied with his spoonful of marshmallows that he doesn't favor Simon with a smile to assure him that he doesn't mind. There are small pleased chimes within their shared space now- Pride is always quick to recover when addressed with a rarely used nickname. Lust relaxes when he senses the man beside him gradually quiet his thoughts. Meanwhile, he contents himself with thoughts of what exactly he plans to do upon reuniting with the imbecile who sparked this in the first place- Doesn't he know what he could do without his wings? Lust watches Pride and Simon interact over the rim of his cup, wondering at how quickly they could complete their mission without the handicap of halos to weight their steps- His eyes narrow. Hopefully before anyone truly became attached.
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(( ^^" As I've been hinting throughout, Pride's childhood- And adulthood, honestly, have not been kind to him in a rather lasting way. What I'm mentioning here specifically is centered around the italicized quote: It's what someone he liked said to him once, and others have said something along those lines so even though Simon wasn't being direct and didn't mean anything negative, Pride took it to mean 'I can't stand you' because of your magic
I'm also kind of hinting at the larger plot here- The main antagonists have a magic that can reverse the effects of being a Guardian Angel and we'll be seeing more of it and them later~ I was thinking it would be connected to the reveal of the boys' Sins too, as the newly recovered power tempts them into repeating old mistakes.))
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 3, 2018 23:20:51 GMT -5
( Ahaha for Simon he's literally like, We talk every day? We pass notes. I think we're kind of friends? What are friends??? He's just kind of an awkward guy and it'll definitely take him a bit to get used to Pride and his exuberance. Like, it might take awhile, but he'll warm up to Pride eventually haha. He definitely appreciates the fact that someone is outwardly warm to him, he just doesn't get someone trying to care for him. )
It was rather easy for Simon to see that he may have been a bit to eager with Gawain- there was a hint of awkwardness that he understood almost immediately. A small amount of guilt bubbled up in his chest as he toned his own excitement down. He didn't want to make his friend uncomfortable, after all, and the type of relationship they had was a quiet and kind of awkward one. So he simmered down, only allowing a tiny smile on his features, relaxing just a bit now that Gawain was there. Sure, they didn't speak much, but Gawain was a familiar presence and he no longer felt forced to talk so much or pay such close attention to Pride.
If the man tried anything funny then Gawain would put a stop to it.
He could see Gawain softening at Simons barrage of questions, assuring him that he didn't really feel cold, causing Simon himself to pause in his own confusion. He supposed that others didn't get as cold as he did, but there was something in the way he said it... Well, either way, Simon couldnt' help but feel a little bit envious of the fact that Gawain didn't feel cold. He personally felt like he was cold nearly all the time- maybe it was partially because he was practically skin and bones at this point, not giving him any fat to keep him warm, but ever since he'd been treated for cancer he could never seem to keep warm. He was always bundled up in blankets and such when he could, he was even known to bring blankets to classes, and it was a surprise that he didn't have anything more than the thick sweater on.
The college student looked rather unsure when his apologies were waved off and even more so when he was told that if he was cold then he should drink something warm. He shook his head immediately, biting his lip, because he wasn't going to do that. Eating half a muffin was one thing, he needed to get something in his stomach and the muffins were pretty cheap, but the cocoa and tea were a lot more expensive than half a muffin. He shook his head as he gave Gawain an assuring smile. "Oh, I couldn't. Pride, he paid for all of it, for you. Plus, I'm not that cold. I'll warm up soon." He assured the other, even if he knew it wasn't exactly true. He was about the opposite of Gawain, even if he didn't know that. He was incredibly sensitive to heat and the lack thereof, and while he was always cold (even in the summers), it caused some dangers in the summers too considering how physically hot he got even if he felt cold.
However, the focus on his being cold was quickly diverted, Simon noticing the gentle interactions between the two of them. He let out a tiny chuckle at the light quip, Gawain insisting he wasn't a glutton, even as he completely devored the food infront of him. He didn't seem to enjoy it much, but he was eating quickly, much more than he or Pride was. He rolled some of the outer edges into a tight ball before popping the food into his mouth and watched the two carefully once more.
Simons lips thinned a moment at the offer- because he would much rather have the double-chocolate hot chocolate that was sitting right in the middle of the table. It was incredibly tempting- the white chocolate was not only inside the drink but it was sprinkled on the whipped cream as well, and he could see the dark chocolate chips peeking out from the steaming hot liquid as well. He shook his head slowly, though, offering a small smile even if his eyes wandered over to the hot chocolate once more. "Oh-uh, that wouldn't be fair. Gawain needs the food, and the drinks, yeah? And-uh, yeah. I think I'll just stick with the water this time." He stumbled over his words, refraining from outright stating he didn't have the money for buying himself some hot chocolate.
Cobalt blue eyes wandered back to the two once more, missing the sudden tension in the mans shoulders, only because his eyes were currently following the spoon being wiggled infront of his face, shocked at how domestic it came to him. He was about to ask of it, too, before Pride responded to him.
He caught nothing of the discomfort and panic coursing through the guardian angel, he didn't know the man well enough to sense his ticks, and let out a soft sigh of relief before nodding slowly. "It is." He assured the other quietly, more than happy to have his pain back, even if the magic was cushioning his too-small prosthetic and was preventing him from feeling any pain. He knew he was going to have some issues when it came to even walking to the car, considering how he was struggling before hand, but he far preferred that.
He tipped his head to one side curiously at the question, because he didn't know that he hadn't been specific on why he wanted it gone. But then again... this person apparently was some angel and maybe he didn't understand pain? Simon didn't know. And even if he thought he was a bit strange he had to pretend that this guy didn't know much about this. So it was how he handled the situation. "Well..." He paused, scratching his neck slowly, looking a little hesitant as he tried to think this through. "Pain medication wears off. It doesn't totally take it away, either, so if the pain gets worse even with the pain killers I know that I'm actually hurting myself worse. Your... magic stuff doesn't do that. I know you said there was a barrier, but therese still pressure when I'm standing on it, right? So I kinda want to just know when I really need to stop walking on it, and I can't know that when it's being totally blocked by magic. My limit tells me when I need to stop or else I'm going to end up in the hospital, does that make sense?" He double checked, realizing that he had been rambling for just a bit.
Simon paused once more when he was given an option of it being taken away slowly- and he liked that one more than it being stripped away right away. That could have brought him into shock if he was badly hurt, which he didn't think he was but he wouldn't know until he took the dang thing off, so it slowly being taken away could help the situation. "So... it would just fade away? I think I might like that a little bit better." He admitted as he finished off his side of the muffin, swallowing slowly, rubbing his nose once more as he glanced over at the window once more.
(Ahh this one is shorter, I'm sorry! Also, poor Pride! I can't wait to see more of their pasts, though. It's sad he took it that way, he'll learn pretty quickly that if Simon doesn't like someone he just kinda ghosts them ahah. He doesn't like hurting peoples feelings by being frank so he just kind of... dances around it and avoids problems.
Also thats pretty interesting for the larger plot!)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Dec 14, 2018 1:43:48 GMT -5
"I paid for all of it." Lust's tone was wry but his lips twitched when Pride shot him a sheepish look. "My card tends to vanish under mysterious circumstances, and only Pride is clever enough to find it. Right when I'm in need of it." The other Angel's cheeks are dusted rose as he hides a smile behind a sip of the original cocoa. "Perhaps you aren't looking hard enough." He returned, cheeky but somewhat contrite- Which is ridiculous considering the fact that they share everything anyway. Seeming to think that Simon might get the wrong impression, he continues with- "I do not have a...job like Gawain, but he is so kind as to lend me his card to make purchases." "And considering that it is my money, I have a say in who benefits from it." Not that Pride would object in the slightest. "So yes, you could. I don't mind." Lust finishes, tone a balance between firm and the lackadaisical, devil-may-care quality that he is known for. When they speak one after another, the startling similarity in their voices can be made clearer, but Pride showcases a softer tenor and musical cadence. Lust's voice is a touch velvety, beguiling in a manner that perhaps better suits his Sin.
He doesn't look directly at Simon as he speaks, projecting an opening but not an order. He can never understand people who deny themselves what is freely offered or open to the taking, and he doesn't need Pride to know that Simon isn't being entirely truthful on either account. Either way, he's free to do- or not do- as he pleases. Lust allows the subject to be dropped while Pride idly dips into his scone, no doubt reading into what isn't being said and writing a solution to suit.
'What are you scheming?'
'I'm thinking that I could modify my charms in response to changes in temperature- Mm I've done it before...I just need-' Pride then proceeds to extrapolate on the particulars and Lust leaves him to it.
Despite the disaster- salvageable disaster- that had been the early hours of the night, Lust found himself relaxing in the company of some of the few he considered allies- even if one couldn't strictly be called that. He was still on guard in the way that a lifetime of violence had fashioned him, and having his Trust and fellow Guardian lose some of their tension if even a little only made him more alert to compensate, but more of his personality was allowed to bleed through in the course of their interactions. His only dealings with humans are those in relation to a mission, and he handled them all with the distant cordiality of one who was just barely submitting to the unspoken rules of society. He hasn't been able to be more or less at peace with Pride in a long time- they watched over Simon in shifts and the other man was usually in his incorporeal 'Angelic' form. So as a companionable silence descends once more, Lust takes the opportunity to tap out a rhythm on Pride's thigh with the fingers of his free hand. Pride responds by doing the same, but proves to be the more musically inclined of the two as his has much more structure behind it.
It's a simple thing, but it brings more of a smile to his face nonetheless. He's always more careful around others and avoids physical contact with humans- Pride is the one person he feels comfortable enough to touch without fear of causing outright harm as a result of their complementary magics.
'Are you- is this Wonderwall?'
'You don't recognize it? This is my own composition~'
'Are you sure? The beat is rather familiar...'
They're pulled from the brink of a bout of goodnatured bickering by Simon's demurring Pride's suggestion. Neither of them miss the way his cobalt gaze flickers toward the drink near the center of the table. More than once. Honestly, it's ridiculous. "How is it not fair?" Lust wonders aloud, ignoring the fact that Pride's tapping has changed tempo. "And why are you concerned with what is fair to me? I am the reason you missed your last class. The least I can do is offer you whatever passes for sustenance here." With the tea gone and the Angels each with a drink before them, they were still left with the peppermint concoction, whatever Simon had been eyeing, two scones, three muffins, two parfaits, and a panini. Damnit Pride. He gives said Angel the side-eye and receives a twitch of a raven brow in response.
'I asked one of your classmates to send her notes-'
'He isn't going to be returning any time soon.'
'Yes, I thought so...'
Pride deflates a bit and Lust is irked anew. He can't stay upset with him when he's like this- But then Simon makes an innocent statement that completely erases his ire and his pervading sense of contentment. Though Pride successfully manages to draw that once-impenetrable cloak of serenity around him once more, Lust is still made aware of the fact that they're lingering longer than he would like. His partner isn't giving any indication that they have cause for concern however, and Lust reluctantly places his trust in the other Angel's superior sensory abilities. Pride notices, and smiles as he finishes the marshmallow mess on his spoon to dip it into Lust's drink. Though his cinnamon eyes narrow, Lust gradually lowers it so that the other man can fish the remaining marshmallow bits out.
"Then it is done." Pride inclines his head but the action is not quite as regal when he's preoccupied with more sweets. There's a magpie glimmer in his eyes as he attempts to find a decorous way to lick the spoon. "Or- it will be done. Just a bit after you take your medicine." Lust slides the double chocolate cocoa across the table with a muttered, "I don't like white chocolate, but I know that you do. Pride already has a drink. There's no reason for you not to take it. We'll be leaving soon." Though he knows Pride is prepared to order Simon's water if he must; he's simply tired of the human rejecting his needs and desires. His partner's second eyebrow twitch and an accompanying tug on one of Lust's dark curls reminds him that not 'rejecting his needs and desires' is why he is called 'Lust' in the first place.
'This isn't about me.' His brows furrow when the springy curl bounces back into his face.
'Hmm.' The subject is dropped when Pride turns the entirety of his attention to Simon's response, listening intently with his head canted. It's true that Pride isn't as personally familiar with pain as most individuals should be- not physical pain. Not any more. He is still acquainted with how it works, however, having used his magic for the sake of healing countless times. It has been an age since he'd actually had to use it on someone who could speak with him about it, however. Much less a human, and he finds that creeping, unsettled feeling brushing against the edges of his mind once more. He must first reevaluate the nature of the spell he'd used to reaffirm its limits, uses, and fabric in order to formulate a reply. Pride's magic is...special in that it's an intrinsic part of him in a way that other beings can only emulate. While he has severed the connection once it had settled on his Trust, he still has some knowledge of its whereabouts and capabilities. He could simply tell Simon when or if a strain was becoming too much for him, because there was still some awareness in even trace amounts of magic. And it irks him that he hadn't thought of that. It's a fact that would make Simon uncomfortable, isn't it? But it's such a natural part of him and his general makeup that it had slipped his mind.
'Add.'
'Mm it's nothing. I'm learning~' Is he? Pride forces himself to relax once more, leaning back in his chair and neatly folding the patterned paper that his scone had come in. "It's true that my magic doesn't wear off unless prompted, but it could alert you to further duress by becoming numb rather than bringing you pain- If there was a need for it." His gaze had been on his methodical folding, but he lifts it to meet Simon's own with a quiet sort of earnestness. "By cushioning your limb, I have supported it so that there won't be any pressure at all. I understand your concern, however." Here he smiles, relieved and pleased all at once. Lust was right, of course. It wasn't what he'd first thought. "Thank you for telling me, Simon~" Still smiling beatifically, Pride hands his carefully pressed paper heart to a bemused Lust, who accepts it with a regal cant to his chin, as is his due. 'Told you so.'
'Hm? You only told me what I already know~'
"Yes." Pride agrees, feathering gloved fingers over his smile as if his partner wouldn't notice. He does notice Simon glancing out the dark window, however, as well as the fact that he's only eaten half of a muffin all night. Ah well, small steps do not invalidate the distance covered. And now for another step- The time for recovery is over and he does so hate to break this casual peace that they have managed to find... Lust has no such qualms, drumming the fingers of his gloved hand on the table as he finishes his drink. "I'll drive you wherever you need to go, but we can't stay long. If they know where you spend your days, they'll know where you sleep as well." His lids lower, tone softer than his speaking voice, but no less steely. "There is more to this than you think. If you want to return to your normal life, you will need to listen to Pride and I. We can't help you otherwise."
Pride's smile freezes and Lust is subjected to the gentle storm that indicates his express displeasure. 'What are you doing? You're speaking like a superior when he's accustomed to seeing you as a friend-'
'We don't have time to ease him into this and that is not my problem. I only wanted to insure he wasn't so uneasy around me.'
'Regardless, you need to own it, Lust. Trust is a requirement in this and abruptly behaving in a different manner isn't conducive to that.'
'He'll get over it. He has you.'
'He does not.'
Despite his ire, Pride reaches over to pluck the paper heart from Lust's loose fingers. He crumples it in his fist and then pulls it apart with both hands, revealing that it had been transfigured into a pristine white glove that he silently returns to his partner, who now has a stubborn cast to his features. Lust pulls it on to cover his previously bare hand, aware that this is Pride's way of reminding him to keep an eye on his extraneous magic.
"I apologize Simon." The Angel begins, "But we really do want to help. It's just that this is not as simple as we'd like it to be." Of course the repeated 'we' must also be taken care of- He and Lust had already argued twice over whether or not his role should be revealed as well. Both instances had ended without a definite victor. Pride runs a hand through neat raven locks with a soft exhale that ends in his ever present smile. This is all...terribly inconvenient. But they'll make do. He hadn't wanted to spring this on their Trust so soon. Simon doesn't seem terribly shaken by the..zombies but the realization that circumstances will only get worse certainly wouldn't help. Pride had wanted to continue protecting him unobtrusively, but apparently Lust believes that it's too late- The Angel flexes gloved fingers around his drink, gaze dropping for a few heartbeats- He is capable of erasing memories...it's what EDEN would want him to do. The prudent course of action. But he swore... and Lust is honoring his promise without so much as hinting at it. Pride's smile is brighter as he straightens with a, "Let's find somewhere more comfortable to speak~" Doubtless he wouldn't want to take them to his own home, but they could stop by if he wanted to gather personal effects and spend the remainder of their time at 'Gawain's house'. Hm, he should also poke around to ensure it's safe..."What do you think~?"
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Dec 14, 2018 1:55:37 GMT -5
(Urgh sorry. ^^; For quality and lateness & such. I feel like this could have been done better...
Haha I can understand! Honestly Pride is usually more reserved, but he's been stuck with only Lust for years and has already decided that he likes Simon so he's '<3'. Like, a golden retriever~ Quality over quantity~ I don't mind, and I don't think it's short either!
Haha he'll have a time with these two, then. Pride doesn't ghost but he does talk his way around problems because he hates confrontations too. Lust is way too blunt, however-
Also my tenses are kind of screwed up in my reply because I was writing direct responses and also what happens after them. ^^" And I was also trying to further illustrate how comfortable the Angels are with each other- Pride is big on PDA but it flusters Lust when it's something simple and genuine, so they have to make it something small. Pride tried to hold hands with Lust in public once and was reflexively judo-flipped off of a bridge. He learned his lesson. Mostly.)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Jan 3, 2019 2:55:23 GMT -5
(Aa I'm glad~! And that is honestly exactly the role Pride wants to take up- he will just Love Simon into submission ha movie reference and it'd mean a lot to him when Simon becomes comfortable enough with him to accept/like it. He'll just roll his eyes like 'I have to do everything around here..' Haha thanks! Pfft he wouldn't be the first! Lust can't flirt with anyone when Pride's around because he's way too openly affectionate. Lust: "Pride if I'm not going to sleep alone tonight you're going to need to stop all...this." Pride, currently half sitting in his lap and stealing his drink: "But..you just gestured to all of me? And I'll sleep with you if you're lonely~" This is why Pride gets judo-flipped
And when asked if they're together Pride just responds with 'of course we are!' And Lust tries not to punch him in the mouth because it's unclear whether or not he does this on purpose. It wasn't the first time he was reflexively judo-flipped either. Lust maintains the stance that he 100% deserves it.
Of course! Take your time and happy new year~!)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Jan 3, 2019 3:02:15 GMT -5
(Also- I just reread what I wrote and that looks like a lot to respond to. ^^" Would you like me to break it up into smaller posts so that you can answer the key interactive points individually?)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 3, 2019 3:28:17 GMT -5
(Ahaha I love that's the role he wants to take up- he's doing a good job at it even if Simon isn't really responding just yet. Simons just... an awkward boy with not much social experience, and doesn't know how to handle someone trying to mother him. And awwww thats so cute haha. Happy new year to you, too! I'm working on my response right now, but it might take a day or so to get it up. My boss has me working all week this week. Also- thats okay, I can respond to it! It just is going to take me a little longer since I don't have much time to sit down and crank it out all in one go this week )
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 4, 2019 2:15:45 GMT -5
Simon glanced up at the announcement that Gawain had paid for all of it, eyebrows shooting up in obvious disbelief, because he clearly saw Pride pay for this all while Gawain was off fighting the zombies that had tried to attack him. So, how could have he paid for it? The young man sad nothing, though, and the explanation soon became clear. Ah, so Prides a little card thief, isn't he? Simon thought, only amused because Gawain didn't seem very bothered by it, and by the way the two were bantering back and forth this wasn't a rare occurrence. It still didn't make Simon completely comfortable with taking something for free, perhaps he was just a tad prideful at times, but he knew that Gawain was all but pushing him into a corner and all he'd be able to do was take one of the drinks available.
He knew which one he'd pick as well.
He wouldn't touch the peppermint one, he'd recently discovered that peppermint flavoring triggered horrible migrains for him and he'd rather not suffer through that while trying to keep up with these two. Which meant that the only one left was the one he'd been eyeing from the beginning and he wasn't sure what else to say as Lust argued another one of the points he'd tried to make.
The curly haired young man shrunk down into the seat when he was challenged, not exactly used to being called out like this, his cheeks warming in embarrassment as he fiddled with the now-warm pills that were in the palm of his hand. He didn't have much to say, because it had been Gawains fault he'd missed class, and he wasn't sure how to really explain how he felt or how worried he was about taking food that would have gladly been inhaled instead. Perhaps it was because of his own brother- the eldest of the Levnksys could easily finish his dinner and eat Simons own under the guise of him needing more food because of his sports. Simon had never thought much of it and perhaps it had gotten him in the habit of simply letting everyone else eat before he did. It wasn't a good habit, but considering how he lived now and before, he'd managed to tell himself he didn't need much to eat anyways.
Thats what he'd always been told and perhaps it was difficult to break from that mold.
So instead of actually arguing Simon did the only thing he could think of and just shrugged a little, about to repeat his request for water once more, stubbornness beginning to settle in at the questioning. Thankfully, Pride had more to say about the magic used on him, assuring him that the spell would slowly unravel after he took the medication, giving it at least some time to kick in so Simon wouldn't feel as much pain once the spell was fully removed. "Thank you." He breathed in relief, before his body tensed as the hot chocolate was slid towards him, Gawain explaining that he didn't like white chocolate much anyways. He opened his mouth, looking like he was ready to protest, before relaxing and taking it with a quiet "Okay." The young man took a small sip of the drink, sighing at how warm it was, before popping the two pills in his mouth quickly and took a swig of the hot chocolate with a grimace, because he had yet to figure out a way to comfortably take his medication.
Perhaps it was the hint that the drink would be thrown away without Smon taking it that finally had him willingly taking it- he was more used to getting "seconds" and it was much more in his own comfort zone. Now the young man was almost-happily drinking away, a content look coming over his features as he watched Pride interact with Lust, stealing his marshmallows as he tried to explain his magic more. Apparently there would have been a way for him to tell if he'd reached his limits... there'd be a numbness... and the was certainly enough for Simon to recognize somethign was wrong with his body. If Pride had told me this before, maybe I would have just kept with the magic. I suppose it's too late now, considering I already took it... but would I be comfortable with him using this at a later date? If I see him again that is. Simon mused quietly, still wondering if he had a way to get out of this situation, wanting to do nothing more than to run far away from this situation and pretend t never happened.
Something told him that wasn't a possibility, though, and that something was the only reason why he was sitting here right now, talking with this stranger.
"Oh. Well... that's good to know... I didn't know that it worked like that." He admitted quietly, clearing his throat for a moment, pausing as he continued to stare at the two men infront of him. Pride offered Lust some kind of paper heart, which the man took, causing even more curiosity to bubble up within him. It was certainly an adorable gesture- and fun to watch Pride create it- but was there some other meaning to it? Pride seemed awful comfortable with Gawain and with how they were acting... Simon wouldn't have been surprised if the two were a couple. He couldnt' help but feel more intrigued, watching the two for a few more minutes before-"Are-are you two together?" He blurted out, the question fleeing from his mouth before he even had the chance to process what he'd asked, before his cheeks turned a bright red.
His attention was once more drawn back to the matter at hand, though, as he kept his gaze now steadily on Gawain. Honestly he felt himself shrinking into himself just a little bit more at the steely tone, not used to it coming from someone he considered a friend, feeling as if he was just given an order... that he didn't have much choice but to simply give Gawain the directions to his abode so he could pick up their things and then... then things would change. Gawain was being too vague- and honestly? Being told that he needed to follow every word these two said to return to a normal life only made him want to dig his heels in even more and simply pretend that this entire situation wasn't happening.
But he knew he couldn't do that.
And if he didn't take Gawain up on the offer he'd lose the few precious things that he owned, things that were his fathers, and he wasn't going to lose those things just because he didn't like the fact that he was being bossed around. Which meant that he'd have to let them in for at least a few moments so he could gather the few things that he actually left in the warehouse, things he didnt' want to risk getting stolen if he left his backpack in the wrong place at the wrong time. He let out a soft sigh, still not having responded to Gawain, currently focusing on sipping his hot chocolate, blue eyes trained on the cup in his hands as he thought the situation over slowly in his brain.
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn't even seen the work of magic, not looking over at Pride or Lust any more, nor glancing out the darkened window to try and see if they had been found yet. He only glanced up at the apology, his lips thinning a little, before nodding slowly. He could understand that this situation was more complex than Simon knew- he just didn't like the sudden shift in dynamics between him and Gawain. He hand't really known where they stood before but at least before he had felt as if they were equals during their brief conversations.
It wasn't like that anymore, though, and currently Simon was trying to figure out why. It took him a few moments to realize that he hadn't said a word yet, that he was just staring at Gawain with a critical gaze, as if he were suddenly unsure what to think of the man who was sitting right in front of him. "Thats... that's alright." He finally responded quietly, sipping at the hot chocolate once more just so could focus on something other than the strange situation he found himself in.
At the offer of leaving here and ending somewhere else to speak Simon was surprised to find himself relaxing slightly at that- perhaps it was because this was somethign to be discussed in private and thus far, Pride had proven to be at least somewhat trustworthy. After the whole incident earlier in the day he found himself wanting to go somewhere that Gawain and Prde deemed safe- because it probably would be a lot safer than the warehouse he currently slept in. "That... that sounds like a good plan. I need to pick up some things from my place, though. Is... Is that okay?" He asked, finally placing the hot chocolate down, having finished it at a rather surprising speed considering all the of the fidgeting. He turned his gaze to Gawain and then to Pride, expectant, because even if Gawain had offered it once he didnt' know if anything had changed and if it had he'd have to figure out a way back to at least pick up a few things before running off with two for the night.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Jan 28, 2019 4:51:09 GMT -5
Lust is self-assured and exacting. A natural leader and determinator. He was created to be- But these intrinsic facets of his being are of course subject to incurring flaws in his character that he has perhaps not done his best to remedy. He is at least not so prideful or caught up in his own mind that he can't recognize a mistake, and he doesn't need Pride to point them out to him. Though it helps, perhaps. No one can do self-flagellation quite like Pride. Lust could do without the example Pride sees fit to set, however. The curly-haired human shrunk in his chair at the Angel's blunt words, and he found himself subsiding into somewhat stilted silence as his blood flow decreased, seemingly freezing in his veins. It is only through Pride's gentle ire that he can experience extreme changes in temperature to detrimental effect- and judging by the shorter man's unchanging expression, it's a very useful indicator as well. It has been a long time since his partner had allowed him a glimpse into his more negative emotions, but Lust doesn't need it.
Though he was fairly sure that his breath was beginning to frost at this point, Lust found himself softening at Simon's display of discomfort. He hadn't meant that- Not to that effect, at least. Pride was speaking to him in an even tone through their mental link as he watched Simon's noncommittal shrug with a pensive cant to his head. He doesn't mean to be challenging but it seems that he was taken that way- and yet the human doesn't rise to it. Passive and almost seeming to brush it aside in his inability to form the desired response. Lust couldn't simply let them end on this note, however- "I apologize," he said. "I do not mean to offend." He wasn't exactly sure if he had offended, but he spoke with the same phlegmatic gravity with which he issued all of his statements. Unlike Pride, he cannot read people if they aren't his opponents. Only battles, strategies, and the stars on a clear night- Simon is like a star on a particularly overcast evening. Lust has no idea what he's actually thinking and can only generally determine his feelings through body language that he does his best to make incongruous. Already he's demurred and lied and misdirected over what Lust perceives to be rather trivial matters- He dislikes dishonesty and would ordinarily have no patience for it- Yet on some level, he can understand Simon's reasons. What frustrates him most, perhaps, is what drives him to it in the first place. So having said his piece, Lust lapsed into silence as Pride once more took on the burden of socialization. Distracted and somewhat appeased, the other Angel's influence on their connection slipped away to be replaced by something like an apologetic pat. He recreated it in the physical world by reaching between them and briefly squeezing Lust's steadily warming hand.
'I'm sorry, Lu. I am not sure wh-'
'Later.' Acceptance and dismissal, though not an unkind one. Pride hums a reply and they leave it at that.
Though they'd added yet another subject to their staggering collection of shelved points of interest dedicated to this night alone, Pride tangibly brightened along with Simon. Seeing their Trust enjoy his drink vastly improved his mood, mental tone taking on that especially singsong, playful quality as he bantered with Lust and relaxed into his seat with a parfait. Lust could only marvel at how his demeanor changed to accommodate a third party as if Simon had always been with them- He had a way of treating even strangers like old friends that was frankly ludicrous. Though the shorter man was left to his own devices, Pride would occasionally smile at him and left his body language open so as to not seem as if he had shifted all of his attention to his friend. When they spoke, Simon had all of his attention without the intensity that tended to come with Lust's. He seemed delighted with every word they exchanged, likely a combination of his previously lacking human company and desire to befriend the man himself.
"You are always welcome~" Lust side-eyed Pride with some amusement, the usually effusive Angel ducking his head as he responded to Simon's thanks. "And please feel free to ask further questions whenever you feel the need. I will answer to the best of my ability~"
The question Simon ends up asking isn't quite what Pride had in mind, however. Russet eyes narrowed briefly in the other Angel's direction as Pride favored Simon with another warm, slightly puzzled smile. "Ah...yes?" Pride feathered gloved fingers over curved lips and slanted his gaze in a way that concealed the fact that he was enjoying Simon's new color. Does he still not know what the question is meant to imply? Lust inspected his partner from every angle and found only earnestness, a hint of caution, and something like diffidence. He is an idiot either by mistake or design. Likely both. Lust cannot comprehend how he was ever married. Well, yes, he can. But still.
Lust raised his hands and made some awkward gestures between himself and his partner, brow furrowing as he attempted to find some way to disavow Pride's assertion without hurting him. "He's...Pride." Is all he can manage at first, before adding. "No." As if that was at all coherent. Lust is accustomed to shutting down the common assumption, but found that Simon's amusement and interest inspired a curve to his own lips, and he was more amused than put-upon. The notion seemed to have helped warm their Trust to Pride, at least. In some small way. "I am not quite so narcissistic." He arched his brows and gestured between their similar faces.
Pride slanted his gaze in a way that attempted to convey how very unimpressed he was but the sparkle in his mismatched eyes belied mirth as he seemed to catch Lust's original meaning. Somewhat. "You believe me too good for you~? How modest~!" The darker Angel scoffed at that, and chose not to dignify it with a reply. He bit into his second- third?- panini with a touch of petulance. "I can assure you both, however, that Gawain is the best partner anyone could ask for. I don't know what I would do without him." Cue loving look, one gloved hand pressed over his heart for good measure. Lust almost swallowed wrong. He swears the man does this on purpose.
The lighthearted mood soon takes another dive however, and again, Lust is to blame. Pride is in control enough not to respond as he had previously, but their mental exchange possesses a tense undercurrent. Simon is small and rather frail even for a human, with large eyes hidden behind corrective lenses and ill-fitting clothing. And yet, somehow, the critical look he levels at the Angel is more cutting than the note of finality in Pride's tone. Truly, he doesn't see why this should matter to him. They are here to accomplish a mission. No more, no less. There was always a possibility that his true role would be revealed and their Trust would feel betrayed regardless. Whatever Simon feels about it, at least he will be alive to feel it in the end. Somehow these two don't seem of the same mind. It's grating, but Lust can attempt to find common ground, or at least try to understand them better. It had once been his greatest wish, had it not?
"Of course." Lust inclines his head, using the motion to double as checking the time on a wall clock across the room. With these words, he modulates his voice to be something more level. A touch softer. "Whatever you cannot take I will safely store for you to be accessed at a later date." He can do that much, at least. Pride also softens toward him, absently packing away the remainder of their late 'dinner' with his ever-present smile. His lips remain pressed into the familiar crescent shape, forcing Lust to continue. "Do you know how to find your home from our current location? If not, we can use the GPS on my phone." Which has been...bunnified. Pride actively exudes the innocence of the beings they are meant to represent.
'...You are ridiculous.'
'There is nothing ridiculous about bunnies. Unless you mean to acknowledge that they are ridiculously cute~'
They manage to leave the cafe without further incident, with Pride being the sole person untouched by the previous shift in mood. He calls out a cheerful goodnight to the patrons and servers, carrying the paper to-go bags in one hand and the cardboard carton of drinks in the other. Lust leads them to the side of the building where he's parked just out of view, keys to his crimson Hyundai hybrid freed from his pocket so that he can unlock the doors before Pride catches up to him. He honestly despises the confines of motor vehicles and demands of driving- But refused to buy anything larger so as not to sacrifice looks and quality. Pride had only allowed him to buy the Hyundai because the dealer claimed that it was better for the environment. And because a motorcycle isn't 'practical'. Pfft.
Pride slides into the passenger seat, and immediately turns his attention to the dashboard, adjusting the temperature in the hope of warming Simon without magic first, before deftly syncing the phone to the car's Bluetooth and idly flicking through one of its playlists. Lust only listens to music if Pride is, or suggests songs to him, so Pride had taken it upon himself to compile all of the music- And by the sound of it, this selection was inspired by Simon's tastes. Lust can recognize a few familiar strains of the orchestral music- some of which he'd written on Simon's receipts. Pride is perfectly content to fill the silence with his lyrical cheer, but seems to be taking a less engaging route this time. For this Lust is grateful, feeling himself relax into the admittedly comfortable seat as he brings the car out of park. "Where are we going?"
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Jan 28, 2019 5:05:04 GMT -5
(Pride is 100% for it~ Oh I'm glad you think so! I try. ^^" I can sympathize with him! Haha, maybe that's the common ground he found/finds with Lust? Except Lu is awkward in a different way- But he also doesn't know how to handle Pride sometimes despite being with him for years. That's just their relationship tbh~ cx Glad we got this up~ and I really like how you wrote Simon's thoughts~)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 1, 2019 11:50:02 GMT -5
Honestly? Simon was unsure how to deal with this new portion of Gawains personality. Sure, he knew for a fact that he didn't know Gawain all that well, the most of their social interactions had been while the other man was working and he picking up a warm drink in between his classes. So he should have expected that there were other parts of Gawains personality that he didn't know, but for some reason, he didn't expect the sudden change of tone from the man and honestly it did make him uncomfortable. He didn't quite look up at his friend, knowing that he was most likely over thinking, over reacting, this but it still scared him at the thought of him not having fully catching onto Gawains personalty. He prided himself in watching people, figuring them out, and knowing what to expect from different situations. This wasn't something he expected and he honestly didn't know what to do about it. So instead of nodding along or outwardly freaking out, he simply glanced up at the stiff apology, trying for a tiny smile as he gave a slow shake of his head. "No... No... you didn't offend me. Don't worry about it." He told the other quietly, grimacing as he took the pills in his hand, before going back to enjoying the sweet drink that was in his hands.
He certainly didn't like taking those painkillers but he knew that without it he'd likely be out of commission quicker than he wanted to be at this point and he'd already stubbornly ask for actual medicine instead of magic. Already he was beginning to regret that decision, not only had he upset Pride (no matter how much he tried to hide it, surely he did hurt the others feelings, because who wouldnt' be?) but he'd found out the magic would mimic the effects of the pain pills. He wouldn't have to deal with any pain for the time being and he could heal without being in constant discomfort. His tired blue eyes finally wandered back to Pride, surprised to see that the other had brightened as he sipped on the drink, wondering why he was so excited but opting not to question it much for the time being. He knew that some people were simply the type to become happy once someone accepted their gifts. Maybe I should have taken the hot chocolate sooner. He sighed inwardly, wondering how much he had genuinely messed up tonight, because he was already looking back and wishing he'd just accepted everything that had happened so he wouldn’t have caused these two so much trouble.
The curly haired young man hadn’t meant for the question to come out- perhaps he was caught off guard with the friendliness and the offer of asking any questions- so it just rolled off his tongue before he had the chance to genuinely think about his questions.
“S-sorry, you don’t need to answer that!” He all but yelped, his face quickly turning to a warm red color, the red slowly creeping up and covering his ears as he looked between the two.
Simon was genuinely surpsried when Pride answered the question, although he was able to sense the confusion in the constantly smiling man, seeing a hint of question in his warm smile. Ah… Yes? To Simon it almsot sounded like a query towards him instead, and he was about to let it go, but clearly Gawain wanted to get his word in on this as well. He couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the description. He’s… Pride. Honestly, to Simon, it sounded like Gawain was just tryign to find some excuse to make it sound like they weren’t together. A small smile curled onto his lips, unable to stop the light and teasing phrase that came out of his mouth, because he’d never been attracted to the man like that but he’d certainly hoped that Gawain had soemone in his life. “Aw, Gawain. I didn’t know that you had someone.” He said lightly, the smile growing on his face as his unease abated just a ltitle bit, his blue eyes sparkling in hesitant amusement. His own heart warmed a little as Pride practically gushed over Gawain.
Unfortunately, the light hearted moment did not last very long. They had to leave- and honeslty? Simon was a litlte uncomfortable with letting the other two knowing where he lived. He didn’t want Pride- a total stranger- to know where he lived and he absolutely didn’t want his friend to know that he was too poor to even afford a room with other people. It was embarassing- but then again, with how both of them were pushing the subject, something told him that he should trust these two and that if he didn’t go now he may lose precious things that were once his dads.
His chest tightened a little, perhaps feeling just a bit desperate at this point, because he knew he’d lose it if any of his fathers things were destroyed. He kept some things in his bag- the ones that were small enough to go with him- but he just couldn’t carry everything he wanted in his bag. He glanced over at Gawain when his tone softened, offering to store some things if he couldn’t carry it with him. Some of his nervousness abated at that, giving a slow nod, although lacking a verbal response until he was given a direct question.
“Oh- from here? No… No I don’t think so. I don’t usually go around this parts. “ He didn’t have the money to afford even a drip coffee from these places, so why would he be here? “I could give you an address, though.” He added quietly, his chest tghtening, hoping that both would just assume that the warehouse was one of those trendy ones that were refurbished into student housing. How long would that Illusion last, though? They will want to follow you in. Make sure you’re safe from these things that are after you. Despite that fear, he quietly relayed the address, slowly standing up, wincing as he once more felt the uncomfortbale tightness of his prosthetic.
He glanced over at the two, noting how Gawain seemed unamused at the bunnified phone, wondering if that was Prides doing as well.
Simon couldn’t help but be surpirsed at how cheerful and sociable the “angel” was- he was waving goodbye and chattering on with the customers and workers of the establishment. He didn’t complain, though, becuase he knew that some were simply more cheerful than others. The smaller male shivered a little as the chilled air hit him, reminding him once more of how honestly weak he was, wondering how these two were going to keep him safe. He couldn’t even keep up when they were runniing- his prosthetic was too old and too small for him to do so- and without his glasses he was practically blind. He knew that he’d struggle with keeping up with them and that honestly scared him just a little.
The young man paused as the other two walked up to a nice looking crimson Hyundai hybrid. Is that actually his? Simon wondered, honestly shocked, because he had no clue how Gawain could afford an expensive car like this.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t hesitate before sliding in, not wanting to make the car dirty, becuase he really hadn’t been in something this nice before. He’d never been in one of his mothers cars when he had to live with the woman, she wouldn’t let him, but even if he had been allowed he wouldn’t. His father had died in a car crash and it had taken years for him to willingly go into one of the death machines.
But he did slide into the back after a few moments, his heart pounding heart, swallowing as he did his best to hide his discomfort as he relayed the address to Pride. “It’s… It’s not so far from the college. Maybe a ten minute walk?” He added, wondering if Pride was more of a visual person than a directions person, before resting in the back seat.
It didn’t take long for them to reach the poorer side of town- the university seemed to sit right on the line between the poor side and well to do sde of town- and he sat up a little straighter as he saw the old warehouse he’d called home for the past two years. “Oh- uh.. You can stop here.” He said sheepishly, aware that people were probably watching this nice car, not exactly wanting to be seen in this car just in case someone got the wrong idea.
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