sword_breaker | Myth!AU

[There's a slight wind to give signs that colder weather was going to hit the city at some point but otherwise the chill didn't faze many much with the sun pouring down rays without any resistance from white wisps streaking across blue. Another busy work day for most people as they packed the sidewalks in order to accomplish whatever the day asked of them to do, some of them heading off towards lunch break even as the afternoon brought along ease in traffic after the rushing around or rather dead still in the morning commutes that always came like clockwork. The towering skyscrapers piercing above while scattered about were busy shops and apartment complexes ranging to the higher end of the spectrum, fortunate for several residents of them being close to where they worked usually.

However it didn't matter much to the man lying face first towards the blue in an alley, red bursts staining his shirt in an act of fatal defiance against the fabric. He wasn't caring about anything anymore. Pools of crimson have congealing into a sticky mess at his side to keep company with the broken body though it was a waste honestly. A barrier of yellow and black tape announcing the crime scene as if the body and the blood weren't enough already to do so. Officers scurrying about to comb through every little thing in order to scrounge up evidence ranging from fingerprints to shell casings while a medical examiner started jotting down notes as though it were a race.

To be fair, it was a race that was ticking away for all of them but yet he didn't exactly have to put so much effort into finding out the who, why and whatnot of this particular case. Never really showed interest in the exact details of a person's death as it wasn't under his job description nor would he if paid enough, more so content enough with the tasks that were scheduled for him to do. He sends a confirmation of his arrival with a quick text before stowing away the smart phone into his back pocket and assessing the fussing police. No doubt Matthieu was going to blow his phone up with messages after getting the answer but that could be ignored.

Passing underneath the tape, the man eased through the scene with no problems coming from the uniformed others. Though that was the point of having such a decent illusion in order to essentially make him invisible, allowing a much easier time accomplishing his tasks without the stupid questions that would be raised at his presence much less what he would do here. He had the slight frown that could've been considered appropriate for the situation but the claw marks and irrevocably damaged right eye would certainly cause a more sinister thought process to occur. Maybe even be considered as a hit man that had down the crime but to be fair he didn't hunt unless told otherwise and certainly not boring humans such as this idiot. Besides a man decked in a suit stood out in this mess with much help to his disregard of everything save for the dead man who certainly was still brimming with the confused energy of a trapped soul. Definitely need to rectify that.

James crouched down right next to the examiner and fished out a knife before making an incision right at the heart before reaching down to draw out the reluctant soul. The reaper was only doing his job and besides no one was going to see him do his work, not the police nor the surrounding crowd of onlookers.

He was looking forward to the break after this one, sneak away towards his usual haunt; a coffee shop that boasted fantastic blends that were more so a necessity at this rate rather than a mere commodity and plus the perfect spot he claimed by the window in order to watch the world keep moving. The energy from the illusion would be easily restored during that. Then it would be another one in midtown before being able to return back home for the day and unwind. That or check with the bar to make sure a friend or two didn't snoop around more than they should. The former was going to be the most probable though so he shows the other idea to the back of his mind before focusing.]

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I know, I know. I enjoy that care and am rather fond of it.

[Everything is back into place on herself as much as she cares for it to be and she fixes her hair at the very least. That was the only thing her appearance that gets effort for now. She sets the stools back into place and makes sure that the next location is selected. Her staff and regulars would get an update when the time comes.]

Well you certainly didn't want for it to be stolen at first, mutt. It's in safe hands though.

Ah, but stolen it is. Spirited away to be held forevermore.

[He flashes a smirk over at her as he finishes buckling his pants and then runs a hand through his hair. No need to hide what's gone on, there's no shame.]

Maybe that's the way it should be, though.

And to say that you'll all bad and have no room to be a romantic. Though maybe I'm only getting so much because of what happened.

[The charms necessary for relocation are all set to activate once they leave. With that, she heads towards the front door and does a quick magic or two to make sure it'll open at home rather than the street.

Pulling it open, the fae heads in with a smile tossed back at him.]

Coming?

Perhaps you should do some research and see. Maybe yes, maybe no.

[But she's moving away and that means things are settled. It's always so strange the way fae magicks work, but she knows what she's doing.]

I would be a fool not to.

[And with that he's slipping in behind her.]

[Laughing, she closes the door behind them and places her jacket on a nearby hook. Much better to be home after a productive day.]

That would mean I would have to deny you for more than four hours. I don't think you could survive.

[Another kiss is stolen from him after turning towards the kitchen. A playful smirk never dying away now while she busies herself with perusing through the cabinets and fridge. There's a brief pause to rid of her boots.]

Any requests?

I think I could. Would I want to is an entirely separate question.

[It's always nice that her place feels so homey. He toes off his sholes by the door, actually reluctant to admit how home-like it is. Or how charmed he by the display.]

I thnk...hm, Just surprise me. MUCH more satisfying that way.</small

True. I don't think you'd want to ever so I'll let my curiosity wonder for now.

[She pulls out a lasagna box from the freezer and starts going over the instructions. The oven is prepped with a timer before the pasta dish is slid in to cook. Sorry wolf but with how late work kept her and wanting her attention spent elsewhere, she'll settle for that.]

If you're not satisfied, you're welcome to make something else. Now how to pass the time...

You are but so kind, Valarie. This is a show of mercy in it's finest.

[It's a bit of light snark, but it's filled with fondness nonetheless. He's far more bark and bluster when it comes to the fae than he is bite after all. But she's feeding him as well, and frankly he couldn't ask for more; greed may be a powerful motivator, but he knows when to count himself lucky nonetheless.

He settles for leaning against the kitchen table instead, following her movements with his eyes and not letting her out of his sight for a moment. Habit, ingrained in him after years of street life, but it's watchful now and not wary. She's his mate, she's trustworthy.]

I would be an ass to be so unsatisfied.

The best that you could ever ask for, I assure you.

[She knows to treat his sarcasm with her own if only for him to get what he deserves in return. Besides this was far better compared to how they started out as so she wasn't going to think ill of a small thing as those comments were.

Picking up her boots, she moves them over to the door before turning back for the kitchen. However that wasn't her exact destination as she settles beside him at the table and brush their shoulders together.]

Eh it's from the freezer. Some complaining is allowed, mutt.

You mated with me. You're now feeding me. There's no cause for any sort of complaints at all.

[There's a hint of teasing in his words, even as he reaches to slip an arm around her waist.]

Hm I don't know. That is rather kind of you.

[Leaning into his hold, she flashes a toothy smile and crosses her arms.]

Might need to retaliate for one of those though.

Oh?

[It's punctuated by a single brow raise and a toothy smirk.]

Why Valarie, if I didn't know better I'd say you were wicked.

Come on, Cyril. You should expect such things by now.

[Stealing a brief kiss, she slips away before giving her apartment a once over. She steps away for a few moments before returning with a sash from a robe thrown over her shoulder and mischief in her eyes.

Pressing in close upon her return, she pins him against the table.]

You had your fun.

I did.

[There's amusement still, warm and low as he looks her up and down. One hand comes to rest on her hip almost nonchalantly, even as he hums under his breath.]

And it would appear I'm about to have more, litle fae.

You might. For me, it's payback, mutt.

[She lets the hand remain there for a couple more moments before easing it back and wrapping the sash around his wrists. Slow and methodical is her work as she works the sash along his forearms until tying them together. It should be comfortable enough for them to stay that way for now.]

Since you had the pleasure of being boss at the bar, I think this is fair.

[Her fingers trail down and start undoing his pants. When they're properly loose and open, she hooks them and tugs them down.]

[His brow is raised further at the sensation of silk on his skin, and the look he gives the fae is bemused and heated all in one.]

Ah, but I think I still am right now.

[He laughs quietly, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.]

[A laugh bubbles from her as she leans in, trailing kisses along his throat before lightly biting at the end of her slow work. Smiling against the mark, her fingers sliding along his length until winding around to give a slow stroke.]

You're in quite the trouble, mutt.

[The fae backs off to sink down onto her knees, watching him mischievously. Her hand working slow and steady for the time being.]

Think you should be punished.

Mmm not seeing the trouble here.

[But his tone is a bit more breathless the longer she works, even if he's smirking up at the ceiling.]

I'd rather this a reward.

Thing is I can work you for the next hm... [A quick glance over at the timer.] Forty five minutes or so.

[She mouths at his thigh, brushing her teeth before leaving soft bites over to the more sensitive interior. Her tongue brushing along the marks and soothing each hurt.]

I can take my time. Get you to beg. Have fun with it.

[Teeth draw a sharp intake of breath, and he subtly flexes his fingers, barely testing the strength of the sash binding him.]

I don't think you could wait that long.

Oh you shouldn't have done that.

[She draws her fingers along his length before focusing on soft kisses up to his hips.]

You've made it into a challenge. Shame on you.

[He exhales slowly, fingers twitching at the feather light touch but he won't be deterred.]

And I still reap the rewards.

Maybe. Could work you up. Get you howling for me.

[Her hand ghosts along his thigh, touches soft and light until reaching his stomach. She traces every inch of it slowly and methodically while leaning in to brush her lips at his head.]

Then stop.

I don't think you would.

[But there's less conviction in his voice now, a hint of breathlessness taking the edge out of his taunt.]

Not when you could have so many better things.

Oh that's where you're wrong.

[Her tongue flicks him briefly before lightly brushing the tip, tracing it almost. It's brief though and only meant to back her words.]

Leave you tied up and enjoy dinner as you're stuck squirming.