ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ａｌｗａｙｓ ａ ｃａｔｃｈ - mr. wonderboy and Rivkah

[Rivkah]

Enjoying that the boy had laid his head upon Nathaniel's chest, the demon laid his head upon the pillow with a soft purr of content. He had to admit, Julius was pretty adorable at times. He paused, watching the boy think over his question begore finally answering. He let the boy explore his abdominal muscles, closing his eyes for just a moment as he mumbled, "Ah yes, I see..." With a heavy breath, he searched his brain for what to say next.

"They're harmless, I promise," he whispered. "I will help you get used tae them. If you like, that is." He shrugged awkwardly, biting his lip and pondering. As the boy asked about his accent, he laughed. "I have always had this accent. 'M from Sco'land  'er all. Jus' isn' as predominant unless my speech is slurred or lazy." He chuckled heartily, raking a hand through the lad's hair. He wetted his lips thoughtfully, looking down at the blonde.

His green eyes serenely looked upon his guest. Leaning in, he tentatively kissed the top of Julius' head, before pulling his head back uncertainly. "My turn," he muttered playfully. "Why's a lad like you sae shy? You're the gentle type, I can tell, but you're sae withdrawn." He pulled the sheets up around them, smiling warmly as he did his best to try and make the atmosphere between them comfortable. He stifled a yawn, muscles going loose as he relaxed best he could. With a smirk, he closed his eyes, drained but pleased and aware, not wanting to doze off.

[mr. wonderboy]

It was probably the most belittling thing he has done in his lifetime, squealing in delight upon hearing the accent full on, glee blatant on his features. In the range of second he had been barely touching hips, to being carefully thrown atop the other. His eyes were opened wide, as he blinked repetitively fast. "Oh my..." He whispered in awe, dragging his finger across the others jaw in a feather light touch. He, himself, hadn't known why he reacted in such a childlike way, which made his embarrassment increase ten fold.

He glared at the other, silently blaming him for something, and stuck his tongue out at him. He almost felt the need to pout, but refrained from doing so. Removing himself from atop of Nathaniel, he placed himself in the position he was in moments before. Now, allowing himself to ghost his fingers over the others exposed flesh. He was silent, taking those few moments of drawn out silence to erase the last five minutes of his life. He still couldn't hide his admiration for the accent, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

His eyes were now wide for an entirely different reason, slight but not surprised by the sudden kiss to his head. He grumbled a bunch of words in a jumbled mess, rolling his honey irides, and shrugged his shoulders. "I wouldn't say that I'm shy." He started off, dipping his finger into the others bellybutton. "Or withdrawn." He stated. "Or gentle." He added hastily. "It's just after being out there for so long, no one was willing to speak to you, or even help you for that matter." He said softly, trying to rid himself of the forlorn expression. "So when a demon of all things pops up, offering to help, am I expected to accept it fully right away?" He asked, not expecting an answer. "And I said coddle me till I fall asleep." He grumbled, laughing softly as he poked the other lightly.

[Rivkah]

The young male smirked softly, watching the mortal's childishness with an amusement on his face. Well, he was technically watching with just one eye open, but oh well he supposed, it still counted. And really, he found Julius to be adorable. "Mmmm," he mumbled to himself, a noise of appreciation. It had been a while since he had been able to spend time around such an innocent soul, and he loved it. Rubbing Julius' side, he curled against him, doing the best he could to drink the affection that was slowly but surely coming off of him. He knew this was partially from his accent, so he made a mental note to talk more.

Listening, Nathaniel nodded in acknowledgement. After a few moments he murmured, "I dae get yeh point. I'd be freaked ou' in yaer position as well." Playing with the stray curls around the boy's face, he whispered to Julius, "Kid, I canno' realleh speak from expehrience, bu' I know it's tough. It was tough in Sco'land fo' me as well." Licking his lips, he bent is head, nipping gently at the lad's jawline in an affectionate manner.

"Aye yeh did," he whispered. "I am no' going to fall asleep. It isn' as easy as it is for youh, I hope yeh know that." Nuzzling into the boy gently, the Scot placed his arms more securely around his waist and simply beamed. "Yaer a sweet theng, tho'. Ah'll open yeh up as tahme goes ochn. As weh ge'teh knowin' eachutheh." Licking his teeth, he yawned quietly and settled back down.

[mr. wonderboy]

The young lad bit down softly on his bottom lip, suppressing a giggle that threatened to spill. His silent laughter would be a giveaway due to the hand rubbing along his side, making his skin tingle beneath its touch. He wasn't particularly fond of the fact that he was ticklish, and always kept people at arms length. People became traitors when they found out secrets, figured you were hiding something from them, or being bad. Using their devilish fingers to get answers or will you to listen as they tickled you to death. He did his best to not flinch away from the light touch, looking up at the handsome demon.

Then he had begun to speak, a smile almost instantly graced his pale lips. He had to concentrate, the accent thick, but understandable. He felt his smile soften, appearing less goofy, as Nathaniel admitted to seeing his viewpoint on things. It was hard to take in the fact that mythical creatures existed, as well as accepting the others help at all. He was still in disbelief of the fact that he was at such a low point to take the helping hand. A questioning brow rose slightly, becoming curious to learn more about the demon. A soft mewling sound could be heard, blushing softly at the nip. He felt the protest die on his lips, figuring he really didn't mind, he'd have to adjust. That he knew. Better sooner than later.

He watched the demon with careful eyes, listening intently, and rolling his eyes once more as he was brought closer to the other. "And why is it hard?" He asked curiously, ignoring the overly pleased looked on the others features. He also chose to ignore 'Sweet thing' saying, unsure as to what it was supposed to mean. Seeing the other yawn, he couldn't stop his own from producing one of his own. Tears flooding his eyes as he lazily swiped them away. He didn't realize exactly how tired he was, or how nice it felt to have the warm heat of another body next to him. "You know, you could have found a better catch, in a better alley too." He whispered, eyelids becoming awfully heavy. "Are there more of you? And oth-" A soft yawn cut off his sentence. "Er species?" He asked as he draped an arm over Nathaniel, cuddling him like a bear, as he drifted off to dreamland.

[Rivkah]

Now comfortable, the young male chuckled, pale fingers brushing copper bangs out of his face. Noticing the boy's reaction, he guessed he was either sensitive or ticklish. Yet he decided not to test it, concluding that he should save it for another time when they werent all calm and settled doen like this. He liked the gentle, tender quiet between them. It was better than the tense fighting they had partaken in a couple hours ago. Now wetting his lips, the demon listened carefully to what the boy had to say. Julius was quite fascinating to Nathaniel. "Nochturnal. Besides, I o'ly need sleep once oh twice a week. Meh body's the eneergetic."

Now shrugging innocently, he kept his gaze on his companion's face as he listened. "Thehr are otheh species. Plenty ohf em. Wehre spread oht, tho'. And thehr are other taypes of eneergy daemons tae. But wehre no' ihn large cluhsters." His accent getting even sleepier as he grew drowsy, the dark male yawned. He took a moment to try and get his head straight, but he was dazed, confused and mentally though nit physically exhausted.

Now that Julius was starting to drift off, Nathaniel too advantage of this, licking his neck as he whispered in the boy's ear, "They migh've been behtteh; healthieh, mar willing, less likely to die. But I don' like doin' somethin' withoch' a challenge. Yaer not starving me. That's all that matters. Yeh can have ahnythen tae thae ehxtent of meh powehs if yeh keep meh from stahvin." On this last thought, the demon slumped against the mattress and shut his eyes as he let sleep take him.

[mr. wonderboy]

When morning hit, honey irides snapped open, and waves of relief swept over him. There was no sweating, no shaking, no hard time breathing, and no irregular beating of the heart. No panic attack. He took a deep breath, which in turn, ended up being contorted into a yawn. Rubbing his eyes, he blinked sleepily at the figure next to him, and scowled lightly. Though, he hadn't made any attempt to move, or even let go of the imposing figure in his bed. With the shake of his head, he scolded himself, untangling himself from the other quickly. Throwing his legs over the edge of the bed, he fumbled with his sweatpants, and shuffled into the bathroom. After relieving, cleaning, and grooming himself. He stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, shivering as the cool air hit his wet body.

He realized that he'd been stuck inside for the past two days, a frown etching itself on his forehead. Grabbing a pair of clean clothes, he traveled into the bathroom, cleaning his wound, and re-wrapping it. In a few more days he would be able to take the stitches out. Dressing himself, he ran a finger through his neatly combed hair, messing it up a tad. He figured he'd go to wake the demon, if he wasn't already. Walking carefully towards the side of the bed the demon was resting on, he placed a soft kiss on his forehead, and ruffled his hair. He figured if he was able to do it to his old friend, he could do it to the demon. Smiling softly, he nudged him softly, and threw the blanket from off of him. "We should go somewhere today." He murmured, clasping his hands together.

"Don't you think so too? We've been cooped up in the house for too long. For me at least." He stretched one last time, glancing at the other over his shoulder. "Oh, how does pancakes sound?" He asked almost cheerfully, as he rushed out of the room. Upon the reaching the kitchen, he ran his fingers over the counter top, and searched through the cabinets. The pancake mix was the first thing, then the vegetable oil, then the measuring cup, and the eggs and bacon. Everything he needed to cook something he knew how to make. "Oh." He mumbled, feeling inconsiderate for forgetting that the demon couldn't eat human food. "I was kidding about the pancakes." He shouted, awkwardly rubbing his arm.

[ - Nathaniel is the cutest thing ^__^ - ]

[Rivkah]

the Scot woke to the lovely taste of the boy's affection. It was sugary without being disgustingly, sweet, and as the redhead opened his eyes, he was delighted to find he was not hungry. Chuckling deeply at the boy's cheerful demeanor, he said to Julius, "Aye, ked, yaer the one who's sposed tae demand whataever yeh like in the dael. 'M saemply geddin yaer aeffections in raeturn." He eyed the boy as he roused himself and chattered about. He said nothing at the pancake idea, and stayed quiet as Julius left for the kitchen.

Nathaniel took this opportunity to dress and make himself a little less scruffy. He descended from the upstairs, enteringg the kitchen justt in time to hear Julius shout. Wincing, he chortled and teased sleepily, "Och, boy, 'm rae't here. 'S faen, make yaerself some breakfast. Yae deserve a bit of comfort food." He gave the lad's shoulder a squeeze before getting himself to the sink and splashing his face to wake himself up. Sighing in a refreshed manner, Nate said in a clearer voice, "Ah, much better." No longer tired nor lazy, his Scottish brogue was gone, his English now clearer though his accent was still hinting to show it had not disappeared completely.

With a broad smile, the demon sat himself at the table, eying Julius in a very casual fashion. He had to admit the way he laid out thee ingredients was a rather cozy sigt. Clearing his throat, he said lightly, "So, kid, where do you want to go today? The park, or just on a walk?" A warm gaze of hs now resting on the back of the boy's head, he waited patiently for the answer.

{{ I know I wish he was real cx

[mr. wonderboy]

As the male got all the materials together, he started off mixing the pancake mix, and heating the cooking skillet on the stove. He looked at the other over his shoulder, a little disappointed at the nearly extinct accent, and shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose we can go to the park. Can we get a dog? Oh or a ferret?" He asked, as he was suddenly reminded of the litter critter on the television. He was sure that was the cutest animal he'd seen before in his life. Though it looked a little like a rodent, it was much more adorable. He grinned, pouring a little oil in the skillet, grabbing the pancake mix, and pouring some in. Spatula in hand, he turned back around. "You have a radio? You like music?" He asked, switching from subject to subject.

Squinting in concentration, he returned his attention on the cooking pancake, and flipped it. This was his weak point, getting messier with the thickened mix landing on his clothing. Stuffing the mix back under the pancake, he felt more accomplished than he had in years. A saddened smile ruining his lightened expression, but only for a moment before he perked right back up. "The park sounds much better, or maybe it could be just me and you." Having started putting thought into it, he sighed a little frustrated. "I don't know. What do you want to do?" He asked, before grabbing a plate, and putting the fully cooked pancake onto it. Pouring a little more oil and mix, he repeated the same process two more times, now having three cooked pancakes.

Cracking his eggs into a bowl, he poured in a little salt, and put a bit of butter into the skillet. Pouring in the eggs, he watched it cook, before scrambling it around, and dumping the scrambled eggs on the plate beside the pancakes. Next, he threw in some bacon, before going to the table, and taking a seat beside the demon. "We should go to the park if you want to be around a lot of people and animals, and we should go on a walk if you want to be with only me." He grinned a little. "Your choice not mines!" He murmured, before flipping his bacon, letting it cook a little before putting onto the plate. Cleaning his cooking materials, he grabbed his plate of food, syrup and fork, and sat at the table. "So~" He drawled, putting a forkful of eggs in his mouth, staring at the demon beside him.

I swear this took me forever, because I was stuck on how to write the breakfast thing. Man, I'm sorry, and my exams I just got done taking! Good luck with yours! ^__^

[Rivkah]

The demon lounged back, listening to him prattle. It was quite amusing to see how he jumped from topic to topic. At least he was in a good mood. "Julius," he spoke calmly, his gentle tone soothing to the boy's energy and lulling without being seductive, "Whatever you desire I shall give to you. But if you want a pet you must vow to take care of it. I'm not cleaning up after any animal." He chuckled at the thought and lounged casually. Despite how fast the boy was talking, Nathaniel kept every word in mind as he answered one subject at a time in order. "I am not one for avid listening but as long as it is not aggravating I do like music," he said smoothly.

Enviously eying the boy as he cooked the delicious smelling food, he murmured, "A walk with just the two of us would be nice. Too many people come to be too overwhelming for me." Green eyes studying Julius, he smiled warmly despite how jealous he was of the food the boy was able to eat. Clearing his throat, he turned his red head as the lad sat near him, eating merrily.

Amused, he sat back and chuckled, "So. A walk just with the two of us then?" Blinking calmly, he reached over and played with a few locks of Lio's hair. "I need to get to know you better. I need to know what I am dealing with; what you want me to do for you. The sort of things you demand. My magic has few limits, but there are certain things that are out of my control. I cannot bring back the dead, for instance. That is fiction and nothing but." Folding his arms over his chest, he fell silent.