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@ ebrius_prophetiae

[loihtija]

from here

Happens more than it should. Former I have nothing against, latter, makes my skin crawl.

[ebrius_prophetiae]

Yeah because one is fun and the other is gross. I'd punch anyone who tried to get black magic near my dick.

[loihtija]

Might fall off. Rather not try that. Especially if it has something to do with demon worship.

[ebrius_prophetiae]

Yeah, people usually think sex and black magic have to go together in people's minds for some reason.

[loihtija]

Which is pretty fucked up.

And a little sad. Sex and magic have a lot of potential together. Just the reputation tends to be pretty bad because of these idiots.

[ebrius_prophetiae]

Do you say potential because you've never tried sex magic? Or because you don't want to assume I've tried it?

[loihtija]

Potential. Practical. Good.

I've tried it. Practice it. Whatever you want to call it.

[ Here's that small not quite smile for you. ]

TFLN: overflow

[loihtija]

Link.

@ leightondalca

[loihtija]

What would I need to do?

[leightondalca]

Feed them? Help me wash them and you can have a boon of your choice.

[loihtija]

Fine.

[leightondalca]

See? Knew you couldn't resist cute and adorable things. I'll be by at 8am with coffee and muffins.

[loihtija]

I wouldn't carve that into stone. I'm doing this for the puppies and kittens, just saying.

[leightondalca]

You're adorable.

@ ebrius_prophetiae

[loihtija]

You think? That simple?

[ebrius_prophetiae]

For me. Still waters run deep. That's you.

[loihtija]

You have an advantage.

[ Semi-smile goes with this message. ]

[ebrius_prophetiae]

I am totally cheating. I admit it. You just... feel good.

[ Grey needs to stop being adorable. ]

[loihtija]

I think you're biased.

[ Still amused. He'd argue that he's not the one being adorable... ]

[loihtija]

[ from here ]

What a tragedy, really. Getting up that early. Grey tends to be an early riser and he sees absolutely nothing wrong with that. Getting ahead is a good thing.

He didn't bother responding to the whining about the early meeting, because it wasn't worth it. He was pretty sure he would hear the complaints in the train in any case. Which was why he packed up his ear buds and downloaded some music into his phone. It would make it easier to ignore any pointless whining.

The downpour didn't bother him either. It was the London condition, wasn't it? It was a miracle people hadn't started showering on their way to work instead of at home. It would have made an interesting piece of culture at least. Grey didn't wear his coat because it was too warm even for him to be decked up in wool, especially when the air was the consistency of thin soup at this point. Instead he wore a pair of tattered jeans and a t-shirt that left his tattooed arms bare, hair pulled up to a loose bundle at the back of his head. The thicker gear was packed away in his backpack. His shoulders were darker than the rest of the striped tee, obviously not bothering with protective layers.

"About time you try it again," he said behind Beau, pushing him further inside the station. "Getting tickets there." He nodded towards the automate over the shorter man's head.

[thenighthawk]

The sudden nearby voice makes him jump marginally. It's the flesh that rolls under his skin that really puts the running blood in him. There's not even time to look back over his shoulder to make sure as he's ushered further in and toward the ticket gatekeeper.

"A man does not fear trains," he jokes. "Just--there's not much use for it in tha Swamp." He may or may not have ridden in the carriage within the same year, honestly. "Where to?" A pause, and he adds thoughtfully, "I left tha babushka with a pouch. I hope she's not dead by tha time I get around to gettin' back.

"They had some star anise 'cause her grandson was makin' bootleg liquor. So I stuffed a few in with basil and black pepper. Everyone in tha family thought I was a crazy scam witch doctor except for her.

"But I didn't charge? Anyway... She had a God-honest sorghum broom. So I pulled some out an' burnt it around with cloves." Oh. He glances back finally. "Um--sorry, where to?"

[loihtija]

Travelling with train is starting to be pretty cheap these days. Airplanes pollute the skies with such frequent intervals that no one really wants to bother travelling on rails anymore.

Grey tilts his head with some amusement crinkling his eyes at the corners. He doesn't really smile, there's a quirk occasionally around his lips that should indicate amusement well enough. He listens to the chatter but doesn't contribute more than a grunt here and a hum there, instead he takes over the ticket automate and punches in the destination for two tickets. "Immingham." They have to take the end tail of that trip by bus. But there goes a ferry from Immingham to Brevik. No need to get to the Europe mainland at all.

The automate punches out two tickets and he offers one of them to Beau, then turns to lead him towards the platform.

"What's wrong with her anyway?"

[thenighthawk]

"Long ride," as he takes one of the two tickets given to him with the index and middle finger of the hand holding the tea. It goes in a pocket for safekeeping.

"Granny thinks she's cursed," and he sighs as he says it, then is quiet for a moment or two as he follows Grey along. "I stayed with them for an afternoon. Honestly... Everyone wants ta believe they're cursed, or haunted, or possessed, I think. Makes it simpler sayin' it's magic. 'You're cursed. Here's a bucket of fuckin' sticks and some burning oils. You're good.' But I don't think it's even that."

He heaves another, smaller sigh, and reaches up to pluck the hood of the jacket off his head, though doesn't bother to fix the messy hair it leaves behind. "Family feuding.

"She's been having bad irritable bowels an' aches 'n pains. Says she keeps hearin' a baby's cry. Lady's damn near ninety. But her family has some past with daughter-in-law's family. Tha head of it boils up at church. They're all Orthodox Catholics. She thinks tha mother-in-law is doin' some hex in tha night on her for badmouthin'. But--

"They offered me some of tha bootleg while I was there. It smelled funny, so I didn't drink it. I don't think she's cursed. Just sick. The grandson has some shady friends. I think he's pilferin' some of the bootleg for himself to sell, but splicing it with water from God knows where. Smells rancid. Granny must be nippin' it without knowing." He pauses thoughtfully.

"The baby cryin'? Grandson got a girl knocked up, but won't tell nobody but mama. Sometimes they keep her and the kid in tha attic." The hint of a wry smile turns his lips up. "People pity ya for not havin' family, but sometimes I think that's fine by me."

[loihtija]

They're early for the train, so Grey steers them towards a booth that sells coffee. He grabs a cup for himself, then continues his way towards the platform because Beau already has something to sip on. He listens quietly the tale and wonders why it is that their kind so often end up being therapists and counsellors and personal trainers while healing the ailments that they're more suited for.

He rubs his eyes at the end of the tale and snorts softly as they find a place on the platform to wait for the train to arrive.

"You could just let the lady know all that instead of going all the way up to north to find a detoxing agent that you could also replace with something local." Cloudberries are great. But they're not the only remedy for something like this. "You're not their whipping boy after all." But perhaps Beau is more concerned with keeping family ties together than Grey would be.

"If they'd be a proper family in any case, there wouldn't be a problem like this." Something hard settles in stone grey eyes and he takes a sip of the bitter coffee. They've left it stand for too long at the booth. What a waste.

[thenighthawk]

without hesitation or pause, Beau follows idly along after Grey like a frumpy pup, chatty. He hates the silence lingering between two people because he just hasn't become use to its merits.

Also, he may or may not be mildly lonely staying alone a majority of the time.

"Hey, I'm just here for tha berries," and he cuts a playful smile at Grey for a second. "The rowan is only extra. I can't exactly make them be tha Waltons. They gotta do that on their own.

"I'd have torn down any house as I'd have built it goin' in and handing out fixes. You might've got a text about my funeral." The playful smile returns again. He stretches out his arm some, offering the travel mug. "Tastes like boiled pavement, don't it? Wanna trade? I promise I don't got Swamp cooties.

"Black Dragon Pearl. It's black tea with a hint of chocolate. Lots of caffeine."