Upon hearing the silence of the harbour being broken by a familiar voice, the called-for blond pulls himself onto his feet, rising faster than if he had been summoned by a stranger. He unfortunately knew well who it was that shouted a threat at his seafaring abode– and it was because of knowing that he wastes no time in stepping out onto the boat’s deck.
Leaning a hand on the frame of the entrance door’s hatch, Thor was forced to squint in the glare of the sun in order to see Ky standing further along the boardwalk. This hadn’t been the first time that he was paid a visit by Blackheart’s son, though in light of his threat to sink his new home, he wondered what he had done to earn Ky’lar’s anger this time.
“I am here. What do you want from me now, boy?”
“You’re going to help me.” He could have just talked – could have just done many things, but Ky wasn’t going to show his entire hand. Not to himself, not to Thor, and most certainly not to anyone. No, he was going to issue his demands, and then sort everything out later.
The last thing he needed right now was being dragged back – kicking and screaming mind you – home. A reason to why he was taking a very large risk into coming here – a threat to maybe get things started, but one that he’d go through with… if things didn’t go his way. “Or,” he said, sucking in a deep breath as he took a step forward, “This place will be underwater in no time.”
“Let’s not beat around the bush,” Vico admitted with a nod. “My name is Vico Martínez. I’m a witch,” he added looking at the other male from the distance. He stared with his deep green eyes, contemplating the other for a few seconds. My, what a marvelous creature he was. “I know you’re a demon. I know of your paranormal nature,” the latino admitted. He then gave a smile. “And I need of your assistance in a spell I need to perform. I need a powerful catalizer that can help undo a curse set on me,” He nodded. “That’s where you enter.” Vico gave a pause. What he was asking was not only crazy but also, seemed to be tresppassing most rules for human decency and intimacy. But well, in the end, neither of them were fully human. Even if they looked like it. “And what I need from you is your seed. The essence of who you are.”
So, that was what it was. The Witch wanted something from him and it looked like ( so far ) he was going to get nothing in return. Pity, Ky may have actually considered it, but why should he offer assistance to someone he doesn’t even know? Even more so when he saw no benefit for himself. “Then you also know what my answer is already.” Or so he hoped at least – he didn’t do anything for free. Maybe if he cared about the one in question, but even then… it was rare that he’d even offer to do anything. Still, there was always a chance – slim, but a chance he’d still be able to do something besides just walking away. “Especially,” he said, sucking in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly, “when i don’t trust you.”
Being Jim’s daughter ( & Bruce’s right hand lady a time or two ), she’s had to attend a gala or two, a fancy dinner party, be the Belle of the ball. Been there. Done that. She’s not unfamiliar with ‘fancy’. But, sometimes a girl merely wants a quiet moment alone with the ‘boy’ she may be courting/dating. Forget the steaks and the champagne. She wants casual, clean, but casual. He’s not wrong to doubt whether it mattered. Not to Babs. “You don’t need a bow tie or jacket. You can even wear…” she leans in, lips barely tracing his own. “Jeans.” she guffaws within jest. Nice to Babs, at least this time around, merely means quality time and maybe some pasta. Hell, she’d even take pizza!
If it was up to Ky, he’d be wearing nothing; maybe jeans or some shorts. That would be about it. Clothing was far too restrictive at times, but he’d gotten used to it… even if most of the time he’d rather not have a shirt on at all. Still, he wasn’t going to put anything off the table. At least for the moment. “Then I know just the place.” A short pause as a slight chuckle escaped his lips. “How do you feel about pizza an’ for the entire night you’ll have me just to yourself.”
‘if it is all the SAME to you, it would be g r e a t to know where the HELL i am && how i actually g o t here because it seems i cannot R E M E M B E R a single thing.‘
‘ it’s possible i COULD, but i fail to see the point where i should actually CARE.’ or rather, why he should care. ‘if you can’t remember? well, it seem’s thats YOUR problem. NOT mine.’
Monsters are not gentle. That is what you have been told, and to a certain degree, it holds true. Rough claws, rough voice, a rough-around-the-edges personality. But that doesn’t mean monsters cannot be safe, cannot be kind. Gentleness and kindness are not one and the same. Monsters can be viciously kind, monsters can be violently safe. Gentleness is not a requirement for love.
She cannot help but smile. Victory! Babs takes a step closer, fingertips gliding across his own and she shrugs. “Just not McDonalds. Kay?” – Honestly? She’s pretty oblivious to the swimming concerns ongoing in his psyche, but hey, she’s human. She can’t read minds, only facial features. She can only hope she knows his heart. And she attempts her best to understand. She really does. “I like you the way you are.” she whispers. Double meaning clearly up in the air.
Usually nice dinner means a steak or something at a place with price tags higher then what people made in a week. Still, it wasn’t like he was going to say no – he couldn’t around her, but some clarification could help… even if he doubted it truly mattered. “Well,” he said, grin pulling at his lips, “you chose the place, an’ it’s a date.”
Hellfirebound 