She awoke to the scent of...bacon?

Blinkety blink-say-wha?

Pushing up from her mountain of pillows and stuffed animals (don't Judge!) she pushed the heavy weight of her russet curls from her face to blink blearily at the sight of a deliciously defined male back moving about her kitchen with assured grace.

A naked male back.

A very, very scrumptiously delicious male back that was shirtless. His tight noticeably yum rear was cupped by expensive slacks and for just a split second she thought it might be Euriya before she finally dragged her cerulean eyes up to take note of the dark inky hair and the realization that he was entirely too pale to be her lover.

Fiora stumbled up to standing and walked off the edge of her bed. Small feet searching for nearby slippers before she made her way toward what could only be a dream, "Ye realize the kitchen is a deadly place right?"

Sevier Bane turned toward her with a plate in hand.

"I usually just do a barbeque poptart on the way into work, or a--" She blinked as he deftly slipped the egg and bacon onto a slice of toasted bread and magically placed another slice atop it.

Could it be...was it possible...a BREAKfAST SANDWICH?!

"Marry me..." She breathed as she took the plate like it was a holy offering.

"Fiora Shantalaine be wary should I take such banter in seriousness and engage you in such a contract." The magnetic pools of dark eyes watched as the little realtor took her prize with a barely acknowledged nod to his prophetic words.

Oblivious, Fiora plopped down on the couch and settled in to devour what was certainly going to prove to be one of her favorites.

Her flatmate kept odd hours. Hell he kept odd days. And she hadn't seen him in a few, but somehow she knew that meant little to him. He'd mentioned the de Montesquieu's and she'd quite nearly squealed in delight. She'd sold them the land deep south from Rhy'Din and was thrilled to discover that they were getting along so wonderfully.

In fact, she wanted to see it. A field trip. A vacation. She hadn't taken one of those before. This made so much sense she almost ... okay she did.... danced around her apartment while singing/shouting a mishmash of lyrics that made sense to her and pretty much no one else.

"WE GOT GAME! Uhhh huhhh! We got it! IT IT IT IT!" She was never sure what "it" was supposed to mean in these occasions but she was pretty sure she could get it.

Later that day after getting dressed for work, she bounced past Mr. Cheung with a cheery, "You got it!" Stopping to let Harry and Sally know that they GOT IT too.

Only seconds after leaving the Gardens she was beset by that same strange sensation of being followed. Watched.

The flicker of cerulean eyes sought the perpetrator but she was soon beset by the more common problems of travel in West End. A familiar street morphing into an unfamiliar one. A weird mist rolling out of nowhere only to be sunny bright a foot from her. Fiora paid it no mind and continued to put one shiny red heeled foot in front of the other.

She had work to do. And a vacation to set up.

Weeks had come to pass.

He'd been absent from Fiora's gracious offering, leaving her flat unoccupied as he tended to matters of a more pressing nature.

The first of which was his reacquainting with the Mistress living sin, Aolani Malvlasta. Hours became a blur of entwined bodies that seemed endless in their pursuit of unparalleled pleasure as the temptation of the Siren and her otherworldly Sentinel were utterly irrefutable. The sun rose and fell many times throughout the course of their endeavor, and as limbs shuddered with weak release and exhaustion threatened them all, they pushed through, seeking an endless elation that was nearly achieved.

Pried and peeled from naked flesh, both supple and masculine, he found his way from the labyrinth of desire behind the door of Room 16, and departed with the feeling that he had gained so much, and yet left something significant behind.

The de Montesquieu estate was his next destination, seeking out the lovely Meleigh. He whispered in her ear words of allure and iniquity, a libidinous persuasion that nearly had her surrendering to his prurient desire. Had he not just endured such overwhelming pleasure he may have exploited her concession right there upon the shores of the lake outside her home. But the taste of Aolani still lingered upon his tongue and the touch of her resonated upon his fingertips, and while he was certain that the treasure of Meleigh's body splayed receptively beneath him would be thoroughly enjoyable, he knew that it would pale in comparison to the persistency of the Siren's lustfully haunting presence.

Rounding back into Rhy'din he diverted his path to take up a clandestine visit to the home of Piper Davidison. Halls were walked with a ghostly attendance as cunning eyes performed a patient surveillance of her abode. He outlined the design in his mind, imagining how certain events might lead to fleeting escapes along with the measures he would need to prepare to keep such flights from occurring. Had he not visited the home with Fiora previously he would not have been able to enter so secretly, but luckily he had treaded upon that floor before, which made it open season to the Dark Hunter. A picture of her caught his eye and he paused to study it. He had known only her lips thanks to the decorative perch of an elaborate mask and, in that moment, decided to examine her more prominent features, committing her more fully to memory. He also took note of another: Oliver Granger.

Instantly thoughts turned toward another Granger: Nina. A less romantic variation that seemed destined for failure, she was not his normal specimen of interest. Still, her bloodline seemed rich and the fact that her brother was competent in the ways of magic aided his decision - one that he wished he could reclaim. She was somewhere about, though his awareness of her momentarily dwindled as he considered that the insertion of Alaric would keep her safe. Unknowingly, the young spell caster would be Sevier's watchdog; and with Alaric's devotion to his sibling demanding that he keep her safe, the Dark Hunter would use it to his advantage - leaving the babysitting to another.

The WestEnd was easily navigated and the Zen Gardens found. The twin statues that guarded the complex caused the sable hairs along the nape of his neck to rise, the magic that Harry and Sally were forged from alerting him to their purpose. He knew what they were, knew they were Totems of defense that would spring to life if he (or anyone) sought harm to those living inside. The best way to circumvent their function was to keep his plotting to those outside the complex, which is what he did. He would wage his talents against the golems any day, but for now he needed them intact. As long as they remained unbothered by his presence he could come and go freely without causing alarm.

Just in time with Fiora's arrival, Sevier watched as she stomped past the facility's superintendent, declaring boldly. "I love Rhy'din!"

It seemed that she had been riled up and was in need of something to help settle her incensed state of mind. "Brackenbli." He muttered, a two-count all that was needed before he was joined by the blurring arrival of the small Fae quickling.

"Youcalledmaster?" He asked, running his words together with his swift way of speech.

"I did." Sevier turned from where he faced the stairs to look down into the wide gold eyes of the small creature. "It seems that our frenetic friend is in need of a salutary offering. A basket of beignets from the Inn, some milk and a sandwich large enough for the two of us to split. Understand?"

The rapid nod of Brackenbli was so fast that it muddled the sharp features of his visage. "Gotit.Whatkindofsandwichdoyouwant?"

He looked back, a slow shake of his head given. "I don't really think that it matters."

"So do ye think she'll want a batch'lette?" No, she had no idea what she was really talking about but she was attempting to sound like she did.

It helped that the Plants that she was holding the conversation with didn't really ever say anything back, otherwise they might've pointed out to her that she had no rhydinly idea what she was speaking about.

The raw hamburger meat that she was currently patting into the base of their potting soil was squishy and moist and she wrinkled her nose in distaste, "I don't see why ye can't just be like other plants and drink water."

Using her forearm to brush back a russet curl she moved to the next plant and reached in her bucket for a slimy bloody hunk of meat, "I bet Piper's plants don't need nothin like this."

The last of it packed in place she pushed up from her knelt position in a fluid roll of lithe muscles, her cutoff shorts riding high upon her thighs and revealing the frayed ends of the pockets beneath. Padding into her kitchen with that same air one reserves for areas they don't feel like they belong in, she put the bucket in the sink and filled it full of water, adding a squirt of soap.

Scrubbing it and her hands at the same time she kept up her stream of chatter, "I'm thinkin Piper might just want a shower. Shower like a party, not shower like here let me get the soap." Suds rose up out of the bucket and spilled into the sink and she couldn't resist clapping her hands and sending a spray of bubbles upward. A giggle as she continued, "I've thrown a baby shower before. For Mindy. But never a wedding one. I wonder if Yanya knows anythin about one?"

Yanya was the sole reason Fiora had the plants to speak with. Having been at a loss after finding herself in the hallway wrapped only in her towel, Fiora had called a Housekeeper. Surely a house keeper would know how to handle house plants gone wrong? And with her usual luck she'd chanced upon the half-gnoll who was familiar with all types of crazy things in RhyDin. Unseelie HousePlants were just one of the many things she'd had to deal with in her time and their care was easily explained to the realtor...for a hefty tip.

Of course if Yanya had known that she was one helpful suggestion away from being Fiora's Go-To person for Answers she might've played dumb.

Plants taken care of, Fiora turned sea-swept eyes toward her living quarters, "Y'know I think I'm gonna ask her. Do ye have any idea where I put the phone?"

And the search was on.