Day: October 23, 2018

Baby Blues

It was pure chance, really, that Chayton had actually been home for longer than a day or so. After Jesse and Dyson had hit a certain age, he had gone back to being pretty nomadic. Sure, the boys were always welcome to join him, but, more often than not, it was Judas that was tagging along and getting into trouble. Of course, that didn’t mean Chay didn’t get up to his own trouble. The aftermath of some of it finally coming back to bite him in the ass. 

Not many people knew where to find him, but anyone with a knack for magic could easily do a tracking spell if they had an example of his DNA. It didn’t take a genius to realize that was how anyone had tracked him down to his exact apartment. 

Most of the people he knew never bothered to knock, so it had put him on edge, the markings on his skin flaming to life, pale blue light dancing over his skin as he opened the door slowly. Frowning, he glanced around, the only thing out of a place being a baby carrier in front of his door, covered with a light blanket, a note resting atop of it with his name carefully written out. 

Chayton,

You’re an asshole to find, I can’t handle a kid, and there’s no way she would survive in the foster care system. I don’t know what the fuck you are, but this kid is too damn much and she’s only 2 months old. Seriously, what the actual fuck are you? Actually, you know what, I don’t care. Tell the kid whatever you want about me, just keep her the hell away from me.

-Annalise. 

He remembered the woman, a witch from somewhere down in Alabama. Or was it Georgia? He couldn’t remember quite where, but she had been a weekend thing. There had been absinthe involved, he remembered that much. Her attitude towards having a kid was bothersome, but not really shocking. She hadn’t been the nicest person. Honestly, she had been more of Judas’s type than his own, but it hadn’t mattered at the time. 

Slowly, he lifted the blanket to actually look at the baby, a little shocked to see she was wide awake. He had never seen an infant so perfectly still and quiet. His boys had only ever been like that when they were asleep. 

The stillness lasted only a couple of breaths before the child let out a shrill string of baby babble, her bright blue eyes lighting up as she tried to reach for him. Something in her seemed to recognize him and, for a moment, Chayton just stood there in a complete and total panic. 

With his sons, he had had their mother. Gypsy had definitely been better at the parenting thing than he had been, although he did try. Which made her the obvious choice for the rambling, panic filled text message that likely didn’t make much sense

Naturally, the child picked up on the mood and her happy sounds turned to distressed ones before the lights in the hall shattered. It was enough to snap him back into focus enough to busy himself with trying to calm her, if only to keep her from bringing the place down until he could figure out what the hell he was supposed to do with her. 

mythsandmonsters·:

Azrael was quickly working out that Chance didn’t actually have much of an understanding of the current situation, despite his attempts to bluff it, and it was more than obvious that he was playing for time until someone better equipped showed up. It didn’t take much to assume Jophiel had accounted for that though into his plan since rounding up his rogue brothers and sisters was his first priority over any games he could play with other creatures, whether they had any angelic blood or not.

“Ego tamen puto id te mordet hamos in captionem, et non es? Es collateralis dampnum ad optimum.”

Chance might have had enough understanding of the various spells and sigils warding the place to allow him to navigate them, but the angel bound in chains in the traps centre understood the exact combination used and for what purpose. If Chance even tried to remove Azrael from there on his own, the chains would break and set the angel loose, unleashing a destructive force more powerful than any nuclear weapon ever built.

“No, I think you are the trap and Kellen would have been the bait had I actually allowed him to waltz in here like a dumbass,” he returned, sounding far more bored than he actually felt. 

He knew Azrael wasn’t an idiot. Chance had never been that great of an actor. Sure, it had been easy when Sera had been younger, but that was because he was giving his mother what she wanted to see, so she never looked deeper. He knew his step-father hadn’t been nearly as fooled as his mother and he knew the other damn sure could tell he was just stalling for time. 

“Do remember that anything that affects you physically also affects my mother,” he finally pointed out, not liking the way the air inside the industrial freezer was warm because of the angel before him. “I’d hardly like to see her catch fire because you did. I don’t think she or the zombie would survive spontaneous combustion.” He didn’t think it would work, not really, but he was hoping there was still some part of the man that had helped raise him in there, some flicker that would care enough about Brittia or Mort to buy just a little more time. Not for himself or anything, but for the small handful of people he actually didn’t want dead.

silvertons:

Either Flynn was lying to me about who killed my wife, or he wasn’t, and fate wanted her dead anyway. Wrap your head around that for a minute, that the universe or God wanted the one person that I love most in this world to be dead. Maybe the universe is saying there’s something else you have to do first. Maybe you’re not meant to be here. Maybe you’re meant to be helping your friends.