“‘a course. Is there any other way ta marathon stuff?” he answered with a laugh. “I gotta figure out how ta keep it all under control first, but maybe one day? That’d be real awesome.”
She giggled at that and shook her head. They always ended up with more food than stuff to watch, especially if Cam had anything to do with cooking. “You’re like a freaking superhero.”
“Not to me. I find your company at least half decent.”
“Something that can be easily remedied.”
Funny story time.
Backstory. In my home town, we have a bridge that has a pillar in the center that’s lit up (they change the colors pretty often) and, honestly, it’s a little on the phallic looking side.
We call it the glow penis. Well, at least most of the people I know here do.
So, anyway, my mom was driving through town on her way back home (she lives in Michigan) and we were on the phone so she didn’t fall asleep.
So she was driving over the bridge downtown, the one with the glow penis and she said it wasn’t glowing, just blinking red lights (which she was assuming was because the weather was sort of shitty) and that she was “coming up on it” and I about CHOKED because THAT’S HOW SHE WORDED IT AFTER REPEATEDLY CALLING IT THE GLOW PENIS and I told her she really needed to reword that xD
“I’ll be there on Tuesday. You know I can’t lie,” she repeated, continuing to reinforce the fact in his mind.
“Now go. I need to clean up.”
He gave another nod before stepping into a patch of shadow in the room and melting from view. For once in his life, he simply went to one of his hide outs instead of looking for a new victim. The night had just taken too many turns he hadn’t exactly expected and he needed to get his head straight.
It might not have been noticeable to others, but Sera could see the subtle changes in him, especially the raw responses to things instead of being completely cold and calculating at all times. Whatever he’d been through in the Underworld had changed him, made him more desperate for things he never seemed to bother with before.
“I will,” she promised, grabbing his hand one last time and twining her fingers with his as another reminder of the pact they’d made.
Staring at her hand, the frown deepened. The cuts had closed up already, the wounds not deep enough to even scar, but the gesture wasn’t lost on him. She hadn’t been like that with him before, even when she was young. He hadn’t cared about touch either.
He nodded before stepping back, flexing his fingers a few times as if to rid his skin of the sensation of touch or the urge to grab her hand back. He wasn’t sure which.
“I’m just saying be careful is all. Now, you really should go before Jeri comes home.” she insisted gently, her fingertips playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.
“I’ll be there on Tuesday.”
He turned his attention back to her, looking more than a little bored at her warning. “It almost sounds like you’re worried about me, Princess.”
Any other time, he would have just left. But something in being touched was making it rather difficult and he couldn’t figure out why. Slowly, he eased off of her, a confused crease to his brow as he studied her features once more.
“I never said she was. I just meant that maybe it means Thanatos’s son doesn’t know anything that could be a problem for you, otherwise they’d already know you were here, wouldn’t they?” Sera pointed out, slipping her arms loosely around his neck.
His fingers skimmed along her arms absently, his gaze fixed on an empty space of her wall. “I would hardly call him worth noting at this point. If he becomes an issue down the road, then he will be discussed. Until then, he doesn’t matter.”
“Perhaps. All else I know is that he’s been spending a lot of time with Lyri since a little while after he showed up.”
She had no idea if the newcomer would be any kind of threat to Chance, but she didn’t exactly want to find out either, preferring to try to keep Chance occupied enough to not start going after additional family members.
“Lyri is hardly on my list. She was never a threat,” he replied, dismissing it all pretty easily. Truth be told, his aunt had always pretty much kept out of the fray of it all. The same could not be said for all of her children.
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