07.22.2016



Considering it was their three month "anniversary", they didn't spend an overly long amount of time in the Strip Club. He didn't want to spend the night around half-naked women, and something told him Saila felt the same. He did find it amusing at how they paid attention to their monthly anniversary, something he'd never paid attention to before, even with Charlie. Though these anniversaries reminded him of sobriety, it's been 3 months and he hasn't fucked it up yet. Three months felt like a long time to him considering both of their pasts, and he had felt like a damn idiot that it took until he was having a conversation with his ex-wife to realize that it was the three month marker. Meeting the ex-wife at Strip Club for a three month anniversary didn't sound like a good way to spend it, but he was glad that it was over.

The drive home was alright, and they were approaching the door to his apartment. He tugged his keys from his pocket, sliding it into the lock and gave it a twist. Events lately had him making sure his door was locked whenever he left, even though half the folks that had turned up in RhyDin didn't necessarily need doors for entry....Regardless, it was a soothing thought.

A warm smile aimed over his shoulder to her, playing his usual Taxi gig as he pushed open the door and brought them inside, swing the door shut behind them once he made it into the kitchen. He bent at the knees to allow her to get off his back if she wanted to, "Home sweet home....Want some bourbon?" You're damn straight he snagged that bottle of bourbon from the club, he wasn't going to let it go to waste!

When the girl you were seeing had only been alive for nine months and you'd been with her for three of them, well, that monthly "anniversary" took on a completely different perspective.

Saila had been mostly quiet in the car, though she was intensely relieved to be away from Charlie and the utterly disconcerting Zver and all that pent up sexual energy, besides. Even so, she'd climbed reading onto his back when they got to his apartment, a little grin on her lips as she pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.

When they got to the kitchen, she did get down, but reluctantly. "Hell yes I want some bourbon. That shit was expensive." If Hex hadn't snagged it, Saila absolutely would have.

Hex was glad that he'd gotten things squared away with Charlie, but he didn't want to spend that much time with her otherwise. He didn't know how he felt about that, but he'd left those thoughts at the Strip Club, focused wholly on Saila the moment they were alone.

A bark of a laugh spilled from his lips as he nodded, straightening his frame as he moved forward once his little koala cling-on wasn't on his back. Not that he would've minded her staying there. "You got it, babe." He set the bottle onto the counter and snagged two glasses from a cabinet in front of him, closing it with a soft thud of wood on wood. The bottle was opened with a twist of fingers and the glasses filled with a tilt of the bottle, returning the cap to it's respective place before turning around with both glasses in hand, a half-cocked smirk rested on his face as he held her glass out to her. "Too expensive." He responded to her previous comment on the bourbon. "Considering the label," he glanced over to the bourbon, shrugging a muscular shoulder. "Maybe I can snag some of the good shit from Bael soon. He's got the real good shit." The rim of the glass was brought to his lips for a sip before he held out his hand to her, a dimple showing as he offered a half-smile to her. "C'mere.."

Saila wouldn't argue with....not spending time around Charlie. For either one of them, really, but perhaps especially for Hex. She leaned against the wall there where the kitchen fed back out into the hallway, watching him pull the glasses from the shelf with a one-shouldered shrug. "...Hey. We didn't pay for it. What kind of real good shit does Bael have?"

A brow arched quizzically at his comment even as she peeled away from the wall, stalking towards him on those mile-long legs when she's beckoned closer. Grinning when the distance between them is closed, the girl gently lifts the sunglasses from his nose, setting them aside on the counter. Leaning in, Saila presses a light kiss to his mouth, tasting bourbon on his lips with a darting lap of her tongue. "Mm." comments the girl. "You taste good."

He didn't really want to lose Charlie as a friend, but it would take a lot to build up trust. And he didn't feel comfortable, nor did he think Saila would like him spending time alone with his ex-wife. For now, he was content with the fact that there was closure. The rest he'd figure out when it came.

As for her inquiry, he grinned. Leaning against the counter, he snickered lightly at the question. "What kind of good shit does he not have?" Though the question was more rhetorical than directed at her. "He's got a liquor cellar that would put the Red Dragon's liquor shelves to shame. There's maybe 3 people that have the key to it." Unfortunately, Hex wasn't one of them. But if he asked, he could probably get some good bourbon from his practical uncle.

As she stalked towards him, those eyes took in her every move. Silently appreciating the woman before him, gaze hidden by the glasses until they were removed by that certain manifested dream. A shifting glance to her setting the glasses onto the counter before they slid back to her, that soft smirk returning to portray one dimple. A hum left him at the feel of her mouth pressed to his, his eyelids growing heavier before a deep chuckle rolled through his chest at the flickering tongue, only to flick his own at the last second to catch a taste of her tongue before it disappeared. "I can say the same to you," he nearly purred before tilting his head forward to lightly bump her jaw with the bridge of his nose. His voice was soft as a muscle coiled arm draped around her waist. "How do you want to spend this monthly marker?" He inquired, pulling his head back into place before brushing his lips across hers.

"...So how do we get a key?" Because booze, obviously.

There was something about the way Hex looked at her that was exhilarating. She'd been desired before, of course, and knew enough about it now to recognize it for what it was. Even so, though, there was something different about the way the Nephilim did it, like even he was surprised about it. When he snaked his tongue against hers, Saila lifted a brow, a grin forming in the corners of her mouth as he nudged her. "Oh, well. We've already covered the 'deep-conversations-with-people-from-your-past' part of the tradition. Maybe now we should go to the beach?"

The girl was teasing, of course, and it showed in the mischievous glint of her unmatched eyes.

An amused bark of a laugh left his lips. "Unless we steal one from Bael's hands himself, the second is unreachable, and Saeki has the other one." The image of the tiny Asian woman in the white dress at Bael's party lingered on the edge of his mind for a moment, a little memory boost if she needed it. "Luckily, if I only ask him, he'd probably drop some off for me. Don't really want to go to his house myself to get it." Considering the cellar was in the house the fallen angel had in Hell" That was an adventure Hex didn't want to take any time soon. He was damn fine just where he was.

It was a 50/50 sort of ordeal when it came to gawking at Saila. Sometimes, he didn't realize he was doing it, when he caught himself in the act....it was definitely a surprise. He didn't know what it meant, one of those things he didn't look too much into. Though the youngest of his siblings, considered the "baby" of the assortment of Asmodai's children, he was old to others who asked. Considering what blood he leaned more towards...he'd seen plenty of women. But it had nothing to do with her appearance. She was incredibly gorgeous, a dream to just about any man, Hex had seen the intricate markings across her flesh. But it was the way she carried herself, somewhere between confidence, grace and majestic air that spun around her like an intricate web. The assortment of energy that spilled around her and if he moved his eyes just right, he could see the different colors.

He let out a soft snicker to her joke, bringing the rim of the glass to his lips for another sip of bourbon. "Seems to be a tradition at this point, huh?" A soft chuckle spilled from his lips into his glass making an interesting muffled sound before he followed up with another sip of the liquor. The arm holding his glass moved to curl around her hips much like the opposing arm, a quirk of a brow lifting at the mention of a beach. "Not a bad idea, but we've already done that one." He crinkled his nose at her, a sly smile spreading to show that boyishly dimpled grin. "What to do....what to do.." he hummed, acting like he was stumped on the idea, flashing a playful grin before planting an array of kisses along her lips and jawline, soft growls drifting from his throat as he did so.

It was then that he caught a shimmering glimpse out of the corner of his eye, and you could almost see a light bulb flicker on in his head as his mouth paused and he looked in the direction of the bottles he'd snagged from Charlie's party. A mischief twinkled in his eyes as he looked at her, "What do you say we discover our inner beasts....or we could always dance again." He barked a laugh then, dimples and mischief galore riddled on his face.

He tilted his head some, noting the way her breath seemed to catch, he even heard her swallow. He'd started to wonder if that was somehow something wrong to say, given the barely-there nod. Her hand catching his, giving it that squeeze calmed his worry. Molten hues of amber glanced down at their entwined hands and he brushed his thumb across the side of her hand. Her admission of trusting him too brought a warm, soft smile to his face. Like her, hearing that someone trusted him wasn't something that happened very often, in fact it rarely or never happened. Even those closest to him didn't trust him, and he'd admitted to them before that they'd be stupid to. Now....that admission that she did trust him...it meant a lot.

More than she could possibly know, though from the way she'd reacted to him telling her he trusted her, he fully believed she did.

The smile coming back is what eased the knot in his chest, and he nodded. Retrieving his lips from her jaw, he lifted his head and grinned at her. "We better not let it go to waste then." A soft, playful peck of his lips came toward hers before he bent at the knees and wrapped his arms around her waist, aiming to hoist her off the ground and cart her off toward the living room. Though of course, not before grabbing the bottle of bourbon with the hand not holding the blue potion.

Saila still had that pink vial clutched in one hand, and she kinda couldn't help giggling when he lifted her up into his arms. The way she wrapped long limbs around his hips was an automatic reflex at this point - it was a wonder the girl still remembered how to walk at all, at least when she was around him.

The arm with the vial draped loosely around his shoulders, then, her lips smudging along the edge of his temple as he carried her into the living room. "I was just thinking," she said suddenly, "...about the night we met. Who knew that when you carried me out of that lake, you'd set yourself up for a career as a taxi?"

It did seem like a common thing, if not a regular thing for them to do. But what could be said" He'd grown accustomed to carrying her around, and he liked the feel of it. Her legs coiled around his waist, having her close to his chest. At least at this point he'd been able to put the plushie into retirement! Only to be used on the coldest of nights where she wasn't there.

His long legs carried them both to the couch, and like the smart ass he was, he bent forward when he reached the couch, much like the first night they'd met so she was dangling from him like a sloth on a tree branch. Granted, he had a firm grip on her so she wouldn't fall. One hand at a time, he set the bottle of bourbon on the floor, then the blue vial he was holding onto, keeping one arm tucked around her at all times. When they were set aside, he looked down at her with a cheeky grin and moved to set her on the couch on her back, his legs moving easily to position himself on his hands and knees over her. His head ducked down to bump her nose lightly with his, snickering lightly. "There's a lot of things since the first night we met I didn't expect to happen." To prove a point, he pressed his lips lightly to hers. "No regrets." He smirked, mumbling against her lips.

When he bent double at the waist like that, Saila arched a brow at him, her weird eyes sparkling with amusement. "Smart ass," commented the girl under her breath, using the arm that was still wrapped around his neck to pull herself forward into him.

Once her face was close enough, she totally bit into his shoulder. It wasn't hard - certainly not hard enough to draw blood- but it wasn't exactly gentle, either. Even so, there was a wide grin on her face when she pulled away.

Settling on her back when he put her down, the girl was tugging at his shirt again anyway with her free hand, so it was good that he wasn't planning on going anywhere. "...Mm, true that," she breathed into his kiss, acknowledging that this whole thing had gone an entirely unexpected direction. The sentiment he expressed next was sweet, and it brought a certain softness to her eyes accordingly, but her words were playful, light. "...Better not be."

"You wouldn't like me any other way," he retorted, a playful grin spreading across his face. His brows lifted when she pulled herself toward him....not quite expecting the bite to the shoulder which brought a grunt from him then a rumbling chuckle. "You call me a smart ass..." he teased, nipping lightly at her ear with a turn of his head.

A glance down with those molten gold orbs to her tugging at his shirt, he looked back at her through dark lashes and brows with a cheeky grin. "Yes, ma'am." He teased lightly, lifting up only slightly, he doubted she'd complain about him pulling away enough as he snagged the back collar of his shirt and tugging it over his head, the other arm sticking up to ease the fabric off his torso easily, tossing it aside to the floor when he was done.

Returning to the propped position over her, hands pressing into the cushion on either side of her laying frame. "I'd be an idiot to," in response to her better not be comment. Looking down at the gentle features of her face brought that boyishly dimpled smile from him, that tug of playfulness at the corners of his mouth as he tilted his head down to flick his tongue lightly across her bottom lip before shifting his weight so he could reach over to remove the cap of the bourbon with one hand. He pulled away then, though remained in reach as he sat back on his legs with his knees cradled beside each one of her hips, bringing the bottle to his mouth for a swig before holding it out to her. After all, it was their initial intent of coming into the living room. And maybe from that angle, he was admiring the sight of the beauty laying there.

"That is an excellent point, mister." Her voice was a whisper that curled up at the end as she shivered in response to his teeth on her ear. "I, however, am not a smart ass. I'm a brat."

Grinning brightly when he peeled the shirt off, Saila's hands slid up and over his chest, tracing the contours of his muscle structure. "Mm, yum." She commented, her gaze following her hands because - hey- half the fun of a shirtless Hex is getting to look at him.

He smiled that smile at her again, the one with the fucking dimples that seemed a whole lot more effective on her than his incubus powers were at this point. Those dimples made her knees weak, turned her insides to melty mush. Saila shook her head, a pout sliding into place on that recently licked lower lip when he sat up after all.

To be fair, it was the best way to drink the scotch, and afforded her a more unobstructed view of her boyfriend shirtless besides. With a faux-sigh, like it was the hardest thing in the world to do, the girl pushed her hands against the couch cushion to lift herself upright underneath him. Slanted at an angle given the way he was sitting on her, Saila transferred her meager weight to one hand, reaching for the bottle with the other.

A barking laugh to her retort, he nodded slightly. "You are a brat. But I wouldn't have it any other way." It was true, too.

He wasn't overly prideful, but it was never a bad thing when your significant other commented on the appeal of your body. Her little appreciative comment brought a smirk to his face as golden hues slid over her body. "Speak for yourself...mmf.." he mused, giving her a cheesy waggle of brows. She wasn't the only one that appreciated the other's body.

That pout and the fake sigh brought a rumbling chuckle through his bare chest, a slight shake of his head. She was a brat! But at least he was amused by it. He dramatically sighed along with her, giving her a cheeky smile as he handed over the bottle. With free hands, his eyes dancing over her curved frame slanted as it was, he let those hands roam over her arched sides. Dipping under the fabric of her top, it was his turn to pout at her. Damn fabric trap" Clothing was evil!

It was a relatively new word for her, Brat. She liked it, and it seemed to suit her. Her grin was Cheshire wide, in any case, when he agreed. "Mm," she whispered, nuzzling into his chest affectionately once she was mostly upright. "Good."

That brow-waggle brought a pretty, delighted giggle from her lips, and nevermind the way he was looking at her again. "I was speaking for myself," she said though, amusement in her unusual eyes. "You're fun to look at."

Once she'd helped herself to a long swallow of bourbon, the bottle was handed back to him, or more accurately, pushed against his chest in a suggestion that he take it if he wanted her to take the shirt off. She couldn't exactly hand it to him when his hands were on her waist. Resolving instead to balance it between them where their bodies met, the bottle may or may not have wobbled precariously as she wriggled her way out of her shirt.

The bra underneath, tonight, was neon orange. Girl had a thing for those hi-lighter colors.

It did suit her. All too well. The nuzzle to his chest brought a chuckle to arise through the area, probably giving her a strange vibrating sensation to her nuzzling.

Her giggling and amusement only heightened his own amusement, "I can say the same to you." Only to make a point of checking her out, lamely so with an added bite of his lip. She might be a brat, but in that hulking Nephilim, was a dweeb. It happened at times, receding into his teenage days all that time ago of his dweebdom. To hell if that wasn't a real word or not.

He turned his attention to the bottle now pressed into his chest, a raise of brows as he was pretty quick to take a hint. "Fair enough," he mumbled, pulling his hands —reluctantly— from beneath her shirt to take the bottle from her so it wasn't spilled when it started to wobble. No party fouls! Holding the bottle up to take a light swig from the neck, his eyes shifted back to her as the bottle was lowered, just in time for that artfully decorated flesh was revealed to him.

That girl with her highlighter colors....he snickered at the color, shoving aside the thought that crossed his mind. Soon enough, it would be removed anyways. Luckily, her topless form was distracting to where he really didn't care about the color. And it wasn't long that the shirt was removed that his free hand returned to caress the soft skin displayed to the open air. It was his turn to echo her, "Mm....Yum." There goes that cheeky grin again.

The apparent shift in her mood from the strip club to now was pretty dramatic. Because hormonal teenager, of course, and also because crowded room full of desperate people vs. one on one with someone she trusted. It was also due in no small part, though, to Hex himself— his focus and flirtation, even the dweeby parts— seemed tailor made to make her smile whether she felt like it or not.

Saila tipped her head back once her shirt was off, though there was still a grin on her face. "...I know. Atrocious, isn't it' I love this color because it's so awful. Plus there's all kinds of ready-made jokes there — biohazard, toxic waste, traffic cone, pick your metaphor." Her grin spread, and she was lifting her head again to peer up at him, balancing herself now on her elbows. She cast a quick glance down over the ripple of her ribcage, the concave valley of her belly, the ink that twisted and undulated only very sluggishly over her skin. Then she was looking up at him again, curious. "Y'really think so?"

The hand that curled at the back of his neck brought a hum from him, the tug on his hair a wide spread grin. The mention of him being a tease made a deep chuckle rumble through his throat, just as he was pulled closer and their lips met. Like hell I'm a tease" His lips twisted in a smirk during the kiss, up until he got lost in the feel of her mouth against his.

He didn't mind the long kiss even for a second, breaking apart from it only when she made the move to. His eyes opened in a glazed over, hazy way that indicated how easily he tended to fall into her kissing, it was the nudge that brought him to his senses more. Blue stuff"....Oh, right. They were supposed to be doing something. A soft laugh escaped him as those golden eyes shifted to where the blue potion rested on the floor where he'd set it before they fell into each other's affections on the couch. "So that's what we were going to do." The fact that he'd forgotten about the potion momentarily was mostly true. He smirked and smeared a kiss along her jawline, letting out a soft sound as he reluctantly pulled away from her, showing the restraint of his desires as he sat back up on his legs. "Who knows, maybe my inner beast is secretly a rabbit..." He teased, waggling his brows at her, his insinuation relatively clear. Even if it wasn't, the hands that moved to her hips would relay what he meant. He gave the vial another glance before looking back at her. "Shall we?" They always had time to pick up where they left off, didn't they' It wasn't like they weren't at it almost constantly as it was. They could use a little break.

Like hell you aren't.. her mind answered his, though of course he couldn't hear her. She'd have said it out loud, but....too busy with the kissing. Priorities, and whatnot.

A giggle spilled off her tongue when he claimed to be just now remembering what it was they were doing. It poured into genuine laughter at the rabbit comment, the way he caught her hip suggestively in powerful hands. "Please-oh-please be a rabbit," breathed the girl, amusement alight in her unusual eyes.

She glanced over at the potion bottle thoughtfully, then back up to him. "I don't know. I am....very curious what it will do to you? But I'm also thinking we might....both take the pink ones and see what happens..." In truth, that was a terrible idea. For a couple who had already gone more than forty eight hours together once without magical assistance, the inclusion of that aid might genuinely be disastrous. But at least it would be a fun way to go'

"Nah. Let's do it. We can do the pink thing afterwards."

He probably would've had quite the interesting retort for that one, but yeah....Kissing. First priority over cunning retorts.

A barking laugh fell from his lips as she seemed not only amused but almost hopeful that it was going to be a rabbit. "Like we really need that, right?" A cheeky smirk and a wink shot toward her as he gave a squeeze to her hips before moving his hands to rest on her thighs a moment.

He seemed just as skeptical about that idea as the truth leaned towards. He was thinking the exact same things. "Alas, all of RhyDin never saw us again." He teased, barking out a rough laughter as he shook his head. Both of them on the pink stuff where they still had that pent up sexual energy in them as it was" That much energy spill might just level the damn apartment building, who knows! The possibilities could both be hilarious....and awkward for anybody in that building.

Her conclusion of doing the blue vial first, he snickered lightly. "You sure about that?" To her seemingly indecisiveness about the potions, a soft smirk as he gave a gentle pat to her thighs. "Alright, let's do this shit." He concluded, leaning forward to prop himself like he was before but now it was in aims to reach for the vial, plucking it off the ground. His intentions didn't mean he didn't try to steal a kiss or two from her while he was there, though. But when he had the vial in his hands, he'd sit back on his ankles, looking at the vial tentatively, possibly wondering if it was a bad idea. He glanced at her, slight worry on his face but otherwise curiosity. "If I start being an asshole, knock me out, yeah?" No, he wasn't kidding.

"Mm, that is an excellent point, too....rabbits might be the death of us." His cheeky smirk got an answering grin, her fingers smoothing lightly over his navel-less belly, just above the waistband of his pants.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she said, curling one index finger into the waistband of his pants to give them a little playful tug, possibly to emphasize her answer. It wasn't until he was sitting back on his heels, his weight centered just above her knees, that Saila felt that sudden swirl of nervous anticipation, too.

What would it do to him' The teenager had a better idea than Hex did what lurked inside him, a subject she'd never broached because it had never yet seemed appropriate. Even so, she had no idea how that might manifest, and she was at once totally curious and totally nervous about it now that the moment was here.

The one thing she wasn't, though, was afraid. The backs of her knuckles drawing little circles over his lower abdomen, Saila's eyes were soft as she smiled up at him, parroting back some of the same things he'd said to her earlier. "I'm not afraid of you, Hex. I got you." No matter what.

"They very well could be," he agreed, snickering under his breath. A glance down to the fingers that moved over his stomach sans a belly button. The touch was more than welcome, but appreciated.

The finger in his waistband and the tug to his pants brought a sly smirk from him. "You keep tugging at my pants like that, we're going to get distracted again." A dance of brows, an idea he wasn't totally against but if they kept it up at this rate, they'd never get anything accomplished. And he didn't know if there was an expiration date on potions. No one ever wants to take a potion that's gone bad. If that's even possible?

That little distraction was only momentarily as he peered at the vial in his hand. He was never particularly the hesitant type, more along the lines of diving and regretting it later. But like her...he didn't trust the beasts inside of him, and he only knew of some of the beastly things that brought him together in the strange concoction that made him. He didn't know if he was particularly afraid of himself, but maybe he was more worried about what sort of being he'd become in her presence. He didn't for a moment think he'd ever hurt Saila, but he didn't trust what he'd do or say should it be a nasty beast that came bubbling to the surface.

The motion of her fingers tracing on his abdomen was a comforting feeling, one that slowly eased his mind. It was her words that made his gaze slide away from the vial in his hand over to her smile that was aimed up at him. It was those words that brought a sudden warmth and softness to his gaze toward her, that assurance that she wasn't afraid of him, even if he seemed to be a little afraid of himself. A gentle smile broke free from the look of hesitant concern as he reached to grasp her fingers in his large hand and arch his back forward to brush his lips across those circling fingers affectionately. He let out a soft sigh, heated breath spilling over her fingers as he exhaled before sitting back up.

It was a single nod then, her words seeming to have stolen his as he didn't know what else to say. A moment of silence as he peered at the bottle, only then to pop off the cap with a tip of his thumb. "Here goes nothing.." he murmured, before he could talk himself out of it or convince himself it was a bad idea, he tipped his head back with the vial to his lips, letting the blue liquid pour into his mouth and down his throat.

It was one more way they were strangely similar — each seemed more concerned with what their inner workings would do to each other than they were with their own potential safety. The realization brought a soft smile to her face, and there was something genuinely tender, vulnerable, even, in her expression when he looked down at her with that same affectionate warmth.

Somewhere in the dark, secret spaces just underneath her rib cage, its wings fluttering spastically like a baby bird taking its first faltering steps towards flight, a feeling was beginning to bloom. It was a powerful feeling, one she was super reluctant to name. But it was there, taking root, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore. His lips touched her fingers and Saila tilted her hand, lacing the spidery digits with their likes in a gentle, wordless squeeze.

Watching him as he mentally geared up to drink the potion, the girl pushed herself upright underneath him once more, her hand still holding fast to his.

It was an automatic reflex, the way she snagged that forgotten bourbon bottle and offered it out to him as he started to cough. Whisky probably wasn't the best solution for cottonmouth, but it was what she had on hand what with the Nephilim still half on top of her.

Saila was looking up at him now, her lashes fluttering once as his hands found her shoulders at last, both from the contact - the electric pop of his energy as it interacted with hers, and from the renewed intensity of her connection to everything going on inside his mind. It was always strongest in the hands.

Swallowing, her words were slow. "It's because you don't, Hex." Her tone was gentle, pitched low though not exactly soft. There wasn't a trace of uncertainty in what she was saying, either. "You are not what you've been told you are. Or, more accurately, you're a lot more than what you've been lead to believe."

Even if Whisky wasn't suitable for cottonmouth, it was wet and would clear that strange feeling of something caught in his throat free. Or at least he hoped. He accepted the offered bottle, curling his fingers around the neck of it, bringing the opening to his lips and tilted his head back as he swallowed an —unhealthy— gulp from it. A slight shake of his head as he tried to clear the fogginess the visions had spun like a web in his head for the moment.

He tilted slightly to set the bottle down on the floor beside him, not trusting his grasp as he was still growing accustomed to the shift in him. He felt a bit shaky, a little woozy from the spinning of visions that had assaulted his mind as well as the intensity of the energy that had felt like someone cranked the volume on it. That hand returned to her shoulder, welcoming the balance he tended to feel through her touch.

His gaze remained on hers, one dark brow slowly rising higher than the other as she went on before both lowered simultaneously. "Do...you know something?" He didn't seem like he would be angered by that information if she had, no hint of accusation or irritation in his voice. "....Do you know what I am?" Had it not been for the damn blue vial, if she told him he was something different, there was a likely chance he wouldn't believe it. Not out of mistrust of her, just out of stubbornness. 400 years of thinking you're one thing, it tends to get stuck in your head. Especially someone as bull-headed as the brute in front of her. After tonight....he was willing to listen to any answers she had for him, confusion set deep in his features at this point.

"I know....the words for what you are, but not their meaning," Saila confessed, and some small, distant part of her wondered briefly if this was how Cane felt as he described the fractured pieces of her identity to her. "You're something called a daedric prince."

Not withholding the information from him a second longer, Saila's eyes were downcast, focused somewhere in the middle of his chest as she tried to explain. "The words came to me that night we found the mark on my hip. The mark is...directly related to it. I've figured out that it's a symbol for a particular book" I ....you weren't - haven't been - ready to hear any of this, which is why I haven't been able to say anything."

She lifted her gaze to his again, and there was definite concern there. He didn't feel angry - she would know if he was upset with her- but that didn't stop her from worrying about it a little.

He listened intently to the words she told him. Daedric Prince" He didn't really know what that meant, but it would definitely something he'd be bringing up to one of his fathers the next time he saw them. Or Bael. Someone had been withholding information from him, but he didn't blame Saila in the least. She did it out of concern that he wasn't ready. And even in his state of mind, thinking about it....he hadn't been. He didn't know if he'd have even believed that. Momos" His father's name came to mind, something from when he was younger spilled into his thoughts. Hircine.. A name he'd heard someone call his father, but he didn't think twice about it. Most of them had multiple names, he assumed it was from a religion he wasn't familiar with.

Her mentioning the book made his brows furrow further. "Book"..." He'd already memorized that symbol on her backside well, how couldn't he" He nodded, admitting to her. "You're right. I wasn't ready.." Tonight was a bit more than a wake up call for him, and questions that Saila couldn't answer, he couldn't imagine his fathers couldn't. He was their combined blood after all, whatever this Daedric thing was, it had to be from them. Secrets.

He let out a groaning sigh, feeling the pulse in his own temples. Too much information in one sitting that was making his head pound lightly. In a way he didn't understand, he could see the concern in her expression, but he could feel the concern rolling off her like waves. His head tilted downward to press his lips to her forehead, his eyes closed as he mumbled against the soft skin beneath his lips. "I'm not mad at you, Saila."

His hands shifted from her shoulders to the nape of her neck, fingers curling into the silky tresses of violet that cascaded down her back, softly massaging the scalp comfortingly. It wasn't her that he was displeased with, she'd hid it from him for a few months for his own sake. This was all information his fathers should have informed him of within his expanse of life.

"Yes," Saila said suddenly, when he stumbled over the word Hircine. "That's related. Ask about that. I'll show you what I've learned so far, but it....isn't much. The Book....it's like.." Her brows furrowed. "The book of Oblivion' I've been trying to find a copy —" there wasn't anything that couldn't be found in Rhydin, for the right price, after all, "—but no luck so far."

The girl could feel his energy - this newer, stronger, more intense energy- begin to cycle up as the information overwhelmed him, and her arms tightened around his body by way of response. She felt his lips on her forehead, his strong hands on her scalp, and Saila smiled a little. "I know. But I kinda feel bad anyway. The one....I can't tell other people's secrets until I get an opening. Even if I wanted to, I can't. It's....hard. Sitting on information like that."

Tipping her chin back, she looked up at him then, fixing her lover in her strange eyes. "Let's....try thinking about something else though, okay' You're topping out my energy meters," a little grin surfaced then, "...if you were a wolf you'd be mid-transition already."

He nodded slowly, so much information swelling through his head at once. Unanswered questions that were likely to keep him up at night, but with any luck, he'd be able to uncover something about all of this. He knew Momos was keeping an eye on him, even in RhyDin. He'd already gotten a visit from his father once over a month ago. Surely he'd come soon right' He didn't necessarily want to call on him, but for this....he may have to make an exception. "I'm sure he knows something. I can't imagine he doesn't. It either came from him or Asmodai." The words were a raspy murmur, the coarseness in this throat making an appearance again. He reached for the bottle of whisky again, taking a swig to loosen the lump he felt in his throat.

The bottle was set aside when he was finished, the squeeze a reassuring gesture that he welcomed warmly. He nodded, understanding making a show on his features. "Don't...it wasn't your place to tell me. It's something my fathers should've." The emphasis in his voice made easier as the whisky had loosened the coarseness in his voice. "In your place....I would've found it difficult, too." He admitted, a sure nod moving his head.

When she looked up at him, those golden hues were waiting for her as they fixed on those mismatched eyes. A soft chuckle ripped through his chest, his smile filled with amusement. "That sounds easier said than done...but I agree. The more we linger on this....the more I can it brewing." He shook his head slightly, his jaw muscles working as he cleared his throat again. "It's hard to calm down other wise," his voice a breathy whisper of admittance before his mouth came forward to brush against her cheek, a soft nuzzle following suit. "With any luck the potion will wear off soon.." And hopefully this energy will too. He didn't know if it was the potion amplifying the woken power, at least he hoped to Hell that was the case. He had a hell of a time harnessing the energy when he hit his incubus "puberty". Whatever this new power was, it was far stronger and....there were strange feelings that accompanied it. Things he couldn't yet describe. Some that even struck a little fear in him that he worked to keep hidden.

Saila would be around this time, though, to help him harness it. His energy was so familiar to her that the likelihood of it overwhelming her seemed small, even in this new, stronger state. Maybe she could help him channel some of it off, or they could trade back and forth the way they did sometimes when she was overwhelmed, until its presence was more manageable for both of them.

He drank more whiskey, and she used the moment to press a light kiss to his chest. "The last one burned through you pretty quickly," she agreed, laying her cheek against a well defined pectoral muscle. Since her arms were around him anyway, she ran her fingertips lightly up the back of his spine, tickling the skin there gently. "Gee, I wonder what we could do to distract ourselves..." she said then in a playful singsong.

He would never complain about having Saila around, her presence and energy alone with soothing and calmed him. It was more than that, of course. He genuinely enjoyed being in her company. With him working on harnessing this new energy, her presence would most likely make it easier. Alone, there was risk of it overwhelming him. He didn't really trust himself to do it alone, not without something close by to stop him in case things went south.

The kiss to his chest brought a soft hum to him, his eyelids lowering to the feel of her lips on his warm flesh. It had a special calming effect that had nothing to do with what she was, but the fact they were her lips alone. A soft nod to her saying how quickly the first had burned through him. It was the fingertips to his back that.....wasn't necessarily a calming effect like the kiss had been. But it was in a completely different way. Laughter spilled from him then, "whatever could we do...." He mused, his other hand shifting away from her shoulder to trail down her own spine, mimicking the gesture done to him. There was a definite glint in the eyes of the....whatever he was at this point...to the woman clutching onto him. "I'm sure we could come up with something." He portrayed her playfulness back to her, a dimpled grin spreading as he abruptly let out a soft, playful growl and damn near swooped down on her. His movement was sudden, not aggressive but playful as he arched his back forward, his arm at her spine curling around her as he held her to him. That tower of a man was aiming to move her back to the couch cushions, laying her down and propping himself over her, his legs nestled between hers. "Something"" he muttered, not more than whisper before his mouth was moving toward hers. Whatever this energy was, it bringing out more of the boldness in him...but did he really need that to begin with?

Considering that the Nephilim had been straddling her lap, pinning her to the couch underneath him all this time anyway, it wasn't exactly difficult to push her back down on her back.

Saila fell back against the cushions, a little giggle sounding in her throat. Hex pushed first one knee and then the other between her thighs, reversing his positioning above her, and the girl pressed her knees into his hips even as they spread underneath him.

She might have said something smart ass back to him, her fingers finding purchase in his shoulder blades to pull him down against her chest, but his mouth found hers and then there was kissing, and suddenly she was fresh out of things to say.



(From live play with Saila (KhaoticBliss).)