Cole sucks in another harsh breath, digging his fingers into the cool moss beside the wall. There isn’t any hint of magic in the air, so wherever Bast is, he can’t be feeling much better, although Cole hopes, desperately, that he’s at least physically fine. He, on the other hand, is absolutely fucking drained. Literally. […]
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Bast wakes up, feels him, and close. It means he’s found them, or at least the vicinity, and is trying to draw them out. He feels the rush of magic from the outer realms, too, which means there must be at least one portal standing open. And open wide. He looks at Cole, still sleeping.
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The knock at his door wakes Cole with enough of a start that he’s across his apartment before he thinks. Whoever it is, they knock again and Cole opens the door, annoyed enough that he doesn’t care that he’s only in his underwear. He was sleeping, and he’s about to say as much when he
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“Find anything interesting this time?” Cole asks at the sound of approaching footsteps. “Interesting. Not sure there was anything useful, though. Especially not in light of the more pressing issue.” Demons. More of them each week, and it had already been odd when there were a handful in as many months that caused enough of
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The appointment passes in a blur. By the time they leave, Bast has already forgotten what they wanted done. He hopes he did the right thing. Assumes so, since they seemed pleased enough. But he doesn’t care. He’s tired and wants them gone. As soon as the door closes behind them, he shoves out of
cws for referenced torture, questioning reality, and general unpleasantness. playlist here It starts – as it always does – with screams. Not based in memory, but the fabrication doesn’t make them any less real in the moment. Sometimes it’s the horses. This time, it’s her. The sounds of agony – of being tortured, just far
He throws his phone. Not out the window and into the canal like he wants to, nor against the wall. Just onto the couch before he stalks into the bathroom of his new apartment. He moved. Not because he needed to yet, but because he needed a distraction and that seemed hellish enough to make
Cole goes from asleep to awake in a second. From relaxed to tense to relaxed again – or at least something like it – as he realizes that he’s both somewhere strange and not alone, then remembers. The hybrid’s tail isn’t curled around his leg anymore, but it is draped lazily over his hip, its
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