|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 7:20 am
His appearance in the house was sudden and blinding. Demy returned home in a teleport, still in his uniform that glowed and threatened to burn retinas everywhere. The General wasn't jumping off the walls though, hell he wasn't even calling out Heather's name in his trademark greeting and method of announcing his return to home.
Instead the boy was shaking violently, white as a ghost and eyes wide like he had actually seen one. It took him a moment to realize he was home and marginally safe, and a moment later to power down into his civilian form. Now wrapped in the limiting comfort and warmth of an oversized hoodie Demy came to his grips long enough to make his next move.
Which came as soon as he saw Heather peacefully reading in her very comfortable looking chair. The blonde gave a choked sob and quickly climbed into it to curl up in her lap. ...Awkwardly.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 5:45 pm
Heather had been expecting Demy home at any moment. However, at some point through the evening, she'd found herself stuck in a book, reading some old novel she'd been putting off forever. Of course, she lost track of time and space around her.
So when she suddenly had a clump of blond hair up in her face she sort of threw her book down and stared, eyes wide, down at the boy. His weight was distributed off her at least a bit by the chair sinking in. Overstuffed leather chairs had their advantages.
Though getting out of this situation could prove difficult.
Then again, there was the entire question of why. Why was he on her lap? He'd never really gone so far as this before. When she finally looked down to get a better look at the boy, he looked pale. Not to mention he was shaking like a leaf. She ran her fingers carefully through his hair (almost checking for any wounds), trying to calm him down a bit.
"What's wrong?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 5:52 pm
Demy didn't have any visible wounds. The only real physical injury he had walked away from battle with was a brusied knee, and she certainly couldn't see that under his clothes (and the fact he was buried in her lap).
"S-s-senshi attacked me..."
Which was somewhat better than his usual tales of hanging out with Senshi. Hell he had even gone into a store with one of them! But Scheelite had been a fighter ever since he was a Lieutenant, right? A Senshi attacking him shouldn't have caused this kind of breakdown.
"H-her...magic man it..was at my throat..."
That explained a bit. He'd been rather sensitive about his neck ever since a wound from the BMC had healed away but left the scar behind. But still -this- kind of panic over a little bit of magic at his throat?
"It...it ROTTED things man..like..it literally r-rotted my throat and there was blood and m-muscle and I couldn't breathe or even scream and..."
Okay, that could possibly be why he was freaking out so much. The boy broke down into more hysterical sobbing, burying his head into her chest. This alone showed how much he was freaked out because hey...boobs.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 6:32 am
Most times Heather would have shoved him promptly off her lap if he'd stuck his face in her chest. However instead of just doing that she simply lifted his head to look at her face. The young woman was wearing a face of concern, and she appeared to be checking to make sure his neck was in one piece. Satisfied that it was, she frowned.
"Did you provoke the attack or did she come out of nowhere?" she was trying to gauge whether or not she had to have a lecture about not trying to make friends with the senshi and how it was, clearly, bad for one's health.
"And how long ago did this happen?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 6:44 am
Demy flinched at his head being lifted, and seemed to want nothing more than to curl up and cry in her lap for a while. But he made no move to fight against it, simply letting Heather check over his neck as she wanted.
"S-she came out of nowhere! I was just downtown, checking out the neon signs off by the clubs. I wasn't even gathering energy or anything!"
Unfortunately he hadn't seemed to pick up just yet about how his energy signature was a lot bigger than it had been and in combination with his outfit was a big beacon of hey, come fight me!.
"It j-just happened. She had me b-by the throat and...did that stuff." The rotting of his neck still had him pretty freaked out. "T-then she just stopped and said she was giving me a second chance, and told me to leave. S-so I did, and came straight back here."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 7:07 am
"Well, you know glowworm, you do kind of... stick out." she sighed.
"Well, at least you are alright, I'm sorry you went through that. I wish I could have been there to help you out. Is there anything I can get you right now? And no, Rockstar is not an option." She wasn't trying to be blaze about the whole situation, but she figured keeping a calm demeanour was likely one of the best things she could do for the boy right now. With how visibly upset he was, she figured it was going to be a long night.
"Want some food or something maybe?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 7:17 am
"I c-could go for some food..."
Well at least he still wanted food, though he didn't even offer a whine at the lack of Rockstar. He lingered there, clinging to Heather for a few more minutes before slowly releasing his hold and crawling out of her lap.
"S-she said she was part of the Blood Moon Court Heather, what kind of crazy magic lets you just...rot away living flesh?"
Demy still looked pretty pale, but his shaking had calmed down at least a bit.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
