☼ Demon Hunters ☼ Destruction of Angels ☼

[Ylva Rane]

.* Caia Grey *.

It was... gentle? Or maybe the right word was... no, she wasn't sure, but something that was certain, was that surprise couldn't even begin to describe anything. While the kiss was definitely unexpected, what threw Caia even more off guard was that she was completely okay with it. It felt... good, and she couldn't figure out why. At all. And she didn't immediately pull away, which, if this was a normal circumstance, she would have. Probably. Oh, now she wasn't even sure what she would be doing. She couldn't even figure what she was currently doing!

When the kiss ended, Caia's face was redder than any tomato she had probably ever eaten. Dropping her half eaten scone, she put her fingers to her lips and slowly turned, leaning against the table. "I... um, you... we..." Her heart was beating like crazy, and her thoughts swam in her head. Never mind saying something comprehensible, she couldn't even think in complete sentences. It didn't make sense to her at all. She should be... infuriated, or something. Maybe not angry, but more... something. Instead, she felt like she could smile. Caia glanced at Damien, wondering what exactly his reaction to all this was.

.* I want to protect, so I will dirty my hands for you *.

[Placebo Effect]

- { Dαmíєn Stαvє & ร๏lคςє } -
Hearing more, seeing more, is that really living more?
By that sin fell the angels.

Damien had no idea where the kiss had come from, it had just felt so right that it couldn't have possibly been the wrong thing to do. Could it? His head was filled with a million questions, wondering why he'd kissed Caia, but also why it had seemed so perfect. He was pretty sure he shouldn't have done it, and also pretty sure that for some reason he wanted to.

A red flush crept onto Damien's face too, and he moved back to hold onto the edge of one of the tables, feeling a little like he was going to fall over any second. Caia's attempt at a sentence was perhaps less confusing than the incomprehensible muddle of feelings and thoughts and emotions that Damien was experiencing. He didn't even bother attempting to speak since he knew it would come out as mush until his head was back to normal at least. What would he even say anyway? He guessed he should probably say sorry, even though he wanted to kiss her again.

[Ylva Rane]

.* Caia Grey *.

His face was flushed as well, and Caia would be lying if she said she wasn't pleased by it. Which brought on the question of why she would feel that way, but that question was driven to the back of her mind almost immediately. Clearing her throat a little, she moved a closer to Damien. He looked like he was going to collapse, since he was leaning heavily on the table, and in case he did fall, she wanted to make sure she would catch him. "A-Are you feeling all right?" What a stupid question, but that was all she could muster at the moment.

[Placebo Effect]

- { Dαmíєn Stαvє & ร๏lคςє } -
Hearing more, seeing more, is that really living more?
By that sin fell the angels.

Damien nodded slightly, he was a little confused but he was pretty sure he was fine. Unless he'd somehow lost both of his minds at once? He was about to come up with a reply when the flimsy table he was leaning on decided to snap and send him crashing to the floor and managing to knock Caia down on top of him in the process. Damien would have likely been embarrassed any other time but he was probably too distracted since his and Caia's faces were mere inches apart once more.

[Ylva Rane]

.* Amos Grey & Caia Grey *.

Amos was passing by the tent when he heard the crashing from inside, the clattering and breaking of plates and the snapping of the table. He also heard small shouts of surprise from within, and as it went quiet he couldn't even consider leaving. After all that noise, silence could mean the worst. Amos practically flew into the tent, looking for any sign of injuries. "Is everything all ri...?" His voice trailed off, and all he could do was stare. And stare some more. And remember to hold on to his cup of tea. Yes, a cup of tea. He had a craving.

What he found was perhaps the last thing he would expect to find in his lifetime, so he must have died and regained another life at some point. He could not count the number of times he has tried to steer his granddaughter towards the more lovely aspects of life, that did not involve the termination of a dangerous demon (as she would say was lovely enough). They all failed with less than promising results, yet here they all were.

Caia hadn't really moved since she was knocked down. Heart racing again, she thought there was really only two things to do in this situation, and they were to either get up or kiss him herself. Not too long ago, she would have gotten up rather quickly to avoid any embarrassing situations, but this time it was pushed away to the back of her mind. Instead of trying to get away, she leaned in just a little closer. And when someone came into the tent, she froze for a second before sitting up straight, her back rigid in surprise.

Amos cleared his throat, taking a quick sip of tea before speaking. "Well... I'd hate to ruin the moment." Caia flushed as he turned to leave.

"Wa-wait!" She hurried off of Damien, bringing herself a few feet away from him. "This isn't what it looks like." Her words jumbled together, practically stumbling as they hurried out of her mouth. "It was... it was an accident."

Amos slowly turned back around, an eyebrow raised with a look so similar to her own. "I see..." He tapped a finger against his cup, looking from Damien to Caia, and back again. "So you two were not about to do what I think you were about to do. Is that it?"

.* Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly *.

.* I want to protect, so I will dirty my hands for you *.

[Placebo Effect]

- { Dαmíєn Stαvє & ร๏lคςє } -
Hearing more, seeing more, is that really living more?
By that sin fell the angels.

Stumbling to his feet he took a few breaths to attempt to get rid of the red flush from his face. He cleared his throat and nodded, agreeing with Caia, "Yes an accident." He voice sounded a little rushed and muddled too. It had been sort of an accident - well ending up on the floor had been - but Damien still couldn't help wishing Amos had never interrupted.

"I... um - the table... broke." Damien explained best he could, "It knocked me over... And I accidentally knocked... Caia over... Accidentally..." He took a few more steps away from Caia and attempted to think up a subject change that would work in this situation. Food. Yep that always worked with Caia. "Do you like the food at the carnival Amos?"

[Ylva Rane]

.* Amos Grey and Caia Grey *.

Amos looked upon the two of them silently, sipping his tea every once in a while as they attempted to explain the situation. When Damien mentioned the carnival food, he smiled wryly at him. "Are you trying to distract me, young man?" How amusing, and while discussing food was a great method, this a matter about his granddaughter. Food was of the least importance. Still, Amos thought that since this really was what it seemed, it would be against his very principles not to leave.

As Caia stood as well, Amos waved a hand in acknowledgement. "Well, I know when I'm not wanted." Caia opened her mouth to speak, but Amos was truly going to leave this time. "Carry on." With that, he walked straight out of the tent.

[Placebo Effect]

- { Dαmíєn Stαvє & ร๏lคςє } -
Hearing more, seeing more, is that really living more?
By that sin fell the angels.

Well he hadn't so much meant to distract Amos, more of change the conversation to something less awkward. Damien would have probably explained that if it wouldn't have taken too long for the words to climb out of his mouth and if Amos hadn't already left.

And now it was probably even more awkward than it had been when Amos was here. He was still bright red and pretty much frozen to the spot. He guessed he could make an excuse to leave, but he could neither make up an excuse or find a strong enough want to leave that he'd be able to say the excuse.

[Placebo Effect]

- { Príncєss Cαstαnєt-Cσnstαncє Alαznє } -
When life is laid out before you, fight to break free.

"Glad..." Castanet sighed quietly, "I know it's selfish but I would be fine with someone else sorting it out. Anyway it's already decided and written up and just needs to be finalized by the king of queen of the druid court." She ducked as a fairy went flying over her head, dropping something weird and glittery on her. "Lovely... Sparkles..." The demon mumbled when she stood back up. "In relation to the truce, other than suggesting it and working alongside demon hunters in recent months, I did nothing important. And I wouldn't have done anything if it hadn't been for Trinity sort of kidnapping me and there was a helicopter involved and it was all very complicated and I became half snake..." Speaking of snakes, Castanet was starting to look a bit less like one and it might have been the glitter. "So really, it's Trinity who should get the credit, but I don't think she even realizes what she did, she just thinks of the whole thing as gaining a friend." She almost squealed when a lock of her hair fell in front of her face, instead of green it was now light brown. "Uhm... Well... For a moment I thought that was a spider or something..." She frowned slightly, checking for fangs and a forked tongue and finding neither. Her eyes had also switched back to brown and her skin color was no longer pale green. She frowned slightly, "I feel weird now... I want my fangs back..."

- { Trínítч Lσurd Kαnє & ร๏lเtย๔є } -
Should we live to expectations - Or fight to break them?
Destruction, death and horror!

Trinity bit Cordell's ankle for the smirk she'd spotted and then moved away, "Of course I hide behind you, you're creepy enough to scare them away with your creepy face." She whined pitifully, and covered her head with her new and hated paws. "I don't wanna be a stupid little pointless fluffy horrible nasty thing! I wanna go kill things and be horrible and nasty that way!..." She yelled in pain when one of the fairies pulled on her ear for no apparent reason and smacked it out of the way with her tail. "If you tell anyone about me being a kitten by the way, you'll be wishing you were dead..."

[Placebo Effect]

- { Príncєss Cαstαnєt-Cσnstαncє Alαznє } -
When life is laid out before you, fight to break free.

Castanet had forgotten the previous conversation, too occupied now with herself loosing the snakey parts. She was twirling the lock of hair around in her fingers as it began to lengthen past the bright green messy bob it was normally in to almost waist length. She'd even grown a couple of centimeters. "I feel really weird..." She had a sneaking suspicion that it was the rats she'd eaten earlier, after all druids didn't really eat rats and for some reason she wasn't a snake anymore. She was a bit confused as to why this had happened, and frowned a little at the glittery sparkles, "I think something odd is going on here... And I don't know what it is..."

- { Trínítч Lσurd Kαnє & ร๏lเtย๔є } -
Should we live to expectations - Or fight to break them?
Destruction, death and horror!

Trinity scrambled back when the cane slammed down into the ground in front of her, she didn't like being this small, it seemed that people were going to find it easier to attack her than she liked. She laughed a little when Cordell said it was because he had a darker nature, so did she but Solitude was more of a pain than a dark being. "Oh shut up, it's me talking. Not Solitude." She looked up at Cordell with a shrug, "Well you are weird enough to be that kind of person." Trinity scrambled away from the creepy Cordell and clambered up the table leg, sniffing around for food that smelled completely normal.