" Oh, You Poor Thing, It's Okay. " She Lightly Pats The Top Of The Roomba And Re-orients The Machine.

" oh, you poor thing, it's okay. " she lightly pats the top of the roomba and re-orients the machine. for some reason, it keeps bumping into this one table leg. maybe something was wrong with it? agatha isn't sure. " i hope i don't have to return this... it's just so cute! "

ah— so he knows? interesting. he was at least an intelligent enough man to say it relatively quietly, too. soryn wonders, has he had experience with demons? he seems to be able to recognize one right off the bat, but in soryn's own defense, despite how much he wishes to blend in while living amongst humans, he still wanted to stand out as something not entirely human himself. maybe he wanted people to wonder, to do a double take when they see him. it amused him the most when kids stopped to stare and their parents quickly ushered them along, telling them to not give someone like soryn the time of day.

in the end, no one else knew. coworkers, boss, friends, no one. until now, that is. soryn finds himself curious, wanting to know more, wanting to know how this man figured it out after laying eyes on him.

" brats, huh? " soryn asks with a laugh now, his gaze moving back to the two young boys playing on the playground, climbing all over it and laughing as they chase after each other. his amused smile returns to his lips and he looks back to the priest. " here i assumed all priests took a vow of celibacy. "

negotiating with toddlers was certainly an experience, and, if he had to make a comparison, it would be like negotiating with demons. if not worse. the boys were clamoring to go to the park as soon as the day began. initially, shiro said no, but how could he possibly resist the looks on their faces? with a heavy sigh, he told the twins to finish their lunch, promising him that they would help clean up the chapel and courtyard when they returned home. and they better behave.

the priest walked along the sidewalk with his sons, both hands occupied by holding their much smaller ones so they didn't stray from him, or get snatched up. he did always tell rin that no one would want to snatch him up, he's too much of a hassle sometimes.

reaching the gates of the park, he released their hands and told them to go knock themselves out. he surveyed the area for a moment, watching as the boys made their way towards the playground equipment with the other children before his eyes moved towards the benches. with a quirked brow, and an amused smirk curling the edge of his mouth, he stalked over. the closer he got to the other, the more the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. a demon. casually sitting in the park, eating their lunch, certainly a sight to see. and he didn't miss how beautiful they were, either.

he seated himself politely next to the demon, moving to fish his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket alongside a lighter.

" pfft -- " shiro sputtered out a slight laugh as he lit his cigarette, leaning back against the bench while pushing his lighter back into his breast pocket, " you and i both know the souls of demons can't be saved, " right out with it he was, making sure to speak evenly, but low enough that no other parent in the park could hear him, " i'm not here for business, just had to take my little brats here to get their energy out. " that sentence was said with a great fondness in his tone, the man throwing an arm over the back of the bench while he took a long drag from his cigarette.

not my usual style but I liked making these sun/moon wallpapers :)

" oh, no, no, p-please, you don't have to apologize. " she giggles softly, waving her hand dismissively as she shakes her head. " no, i-i'm j-just a worrywart, i get it f-from my mother. " agatha's mother worried a lot, usually about her. as a kid, she'd quickly picked up on it, and in turn, she worried about nearly everything. money, people, her fears eventually getting the better of her. it was... a lot.

agatha sips her drink, humming at the taste. it was quite good, maybe she'd have to get something like this the next time she finds herself in a bar, whenever on earth that might be. her gaze drifts back up to mura and she smiles. " th-that's g-good, i'm glad. w-work hasn't been awful either, f-for me, but... i-i c-could tell i was in desperate need of a b-break myself. " god knows she very rarely takes a moment to stop and breathe and relax, powering through however she's feeling instead. getting yelled at by a customer yesterday was the final straw that told agatha she needed a break, otherwise she'd just keep making more mistakes.

her smile grows. " i-i d-don't think i've ever gotten one. i-i f-feel kind of nervous about the prospect of the f-full b-body massage, b-but, well, y-you'd know those reasons. " her gaze averts and she shifts in the chair, taking another sip of her drink. " i suppose i want to— t-to b-believe they've p-probably seen all sorts of scars a-and w-w-wouldn't b-be bothered by it, a-and i also feel, w-with you there as well, i... i w-would be okay. "

murasaki stayed as close as she could to agatha, so the pair didn't get separated somehow, as if that would have been a problem. she'd be able to feel her energy and follow it back to the fae, but she preferred to not use her magic if possible, at least for right now. getting their drinks from the bar, the witch sipped at her's through the straw, the bite of the alcohol hitting her tongue and burning down her throat.

" o-oh, s-sorry. i didn't m-mean t-to make you--you worry, agatha, " the woman offered an apologetic smile towards her companion, dual colored eyes flicking down to her drink, watching the ice slowly shift as it melted in the booze, " w-work hasn't been aw-awful, " another sip of her beverage before she looked back up towards the blonde woman, " but a break i-is nice. i'm... certain i c-could've a-asked si-sir pheles for the time off. " would that mean she was actually given a chance to relax her muscles and enjoy herself? not particularly. something was always going on that required extra hands, and murasaki was a veteran exorcist at this point, so she was the one they would call in to show up on scene.

" i-i'm... i'm e-excited. it's been a-a-a while since i've ha-had a massage. " how many years ago at this point? it didn't matter to a creature of time.

there she goes, massaging her temples again. she feels like a pot of boiling water left on the stove too long and the water is about to spill over the sides. " cash... " his name leaves the faerie's lips again. is he trying her patience on purpose? it would feel like it if she hadn't known from the beginning of their relationship that he was a chaotic man (the shirts were definitely the first giveaway). a groan leaves agatha. " 'roombarmy'? cash, i swear to fucking god. " there it is. he has driven her to swear. the f bomb, no less.

   who  even  has  seventeen  knives. 

   uh  oh. 

   a  nervous  grin  takes  over  his  features,  a  hand  raising  to  the  back  of  his  neck.  “well…  not  kitchen  knives,  no.”  he  crosses  his  arms,  pursing  his  lips  akin  to  a  pout.  “if  i  were  to  go  and  like,  i  dunno,  check  my  actual  arsenal  then…  yeah.  way  more  than  seventeen  in  there.  different  makes,  sizes,  weights.  y'know.  for  every  occasion.”  when  you  need  to  kill  someone  a  certain  way.  “i'm  sure  i  could  assign  some  of  my  knives  to  the  roombarmy.”  he  has  just  coined  a  new  term.  he  will  be  using  it.  his  roombarmy.

what color does your love feel like?

bright sunny yellow

sweet tasting popsicles, summer dresses and shielding your eyes from the sun. your love is the excitement of something brewing, something growing. it's the almost childish bubbling giggles of something new, but with the potential to stay. it's wide smiles, blinding sunny light and warm bodies that gravitate to one another. it's the the softness, the willingness, the slight holding of breaths in a crucial "what if" moment. it's the impatience too. the bouncing on tiptoes to see further than your eyes can reach, the holding out for a future that never seems to come even though you're ready, you're so so so ready.

it's the constant feeling of warm sand beneath your feet, holding out for the crashing waves. and still you wait, dry and impatient and with burnt soles of feet. your love is sour candy, enjoying it as your nose scrunches up from the aftertaste of it. it's hands that grab and take hold, that reach and ask them to stay and hope and beg and wait. it's bubbling excitement sure, but it's also demanding, focused, driven. it's love like a plan, with a path and route and a clear destination. and you bonce on your tiptoes, and burning, waiting for the soothing water, the crashing waves, you hold onto the melting popsicle, you wait and wait and wait.

it's tiring almost as much as it's laser focused ambition, deeply rooted desire and the unrelenting hope that it will work, that it will come. and it does, i promise it does. the waves crash, the beach floods and the pain passes, the water cool and soothing and you can let yourself fall in, sinking, sinking. and it's good, it's perfect, what you were hoping and more, holding and embracing you and welcoming you into the stillness you always knew you were reaching for.

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