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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[He curses under his breath as he shudders, trying to ground himself even if it's a fruitless effort. Her lips are still on him though, and the noises she makes are enough to have him continuing his ministrations, his fingers working almost lazily.]

Yes?

You're not one of them.

[Humming contently, she slows down to a stop before easing off of him to sit on the edge and lean back. The prospect of another rush was nice but she was satisfied over all and would live without it.]

I thought you'd be satisfied with simply being my mutt.

Mate, deity, both have a nice ring.

[She's sliding away though, and it gives him a chance to stretch and work out the kinks in his shoulders for a moment or so. And dispose of the condom, that's certainly important.

What's more important though is leaning over when he's all finished to wind an arm around her waist and drop a gentle kiss to her shoulder.]

[A soft hum is given in acknowledgement of the kiss as she contently closes her eyes. Her legs easing themselves back and forth while the fae shifts to be more comfortable against him.]

You'll have to be happy with only mate, mutt.

Ah well. Hearing you sing so will have to suffice.

[There's a teasing lilt to his tone, but it's cut through with soft fondness that he doesn't bother to hide. These small moments of intimacy are something that he treasures, and he's reticent to even care about anything else at the moment.]

And your apartment didn't burn down.

Maybe it was in thanks of them giving the opportunity for this to happen.

[That fondness is certainly not ignored and is treated with a soft kiss to his jaw. She twists in his hold to better face him, capturing his lips for a moment. The work day could be hell but it didn't ever end that way.]

I turned off the oven. And took the food out. Thought you would've noticed.

I do think I was quite distracted.

[He leans in to kiss her soft and slow, humming under his breath.]

[A laugh slips out as she pulls away, running soft chaste kisses along his jaw.]

Oh how I wonder with what. You were quite attentive last I checked.

Attentive on other things, if memory serves me correct.

[There's a rumble of amusement low in his chest in response.]

Fine. I'll give you that. Don't know if you would still want food or rather let me go to go make it.

I believe I'm rather comfortable with where I am right here.

[There's another kiss pressed to her shoulder.]

Though I will never turn down food.

Well in order to make the food, I would have to step away and it seems as though you would much prefer to keep your spot. But I haven't eaten for a while so you'll have to live on your own on the bed for a bit.

[Turning, she presses a kiss to his temple before slipping out of the bed and head towards the kitchen. Her arms being stretched out as she hums contently to herself.]

Mm, the bed grows cold without you here though.

[But she's slipping through his arms and he huffs as he's left alone. Taking a moment to work the kinks in his shoulders out, he slips out of the bed to follow after.]

Funny how you're more than capable of solving that.

[The tray is back in the oven and back to properly cooking before she turns and crosses her arms at the advancing man. She raises a brow.]

Unless you're too lazy to either bury yourself in the blankets or well shift.

Oh come now, all the finest blankets in the world would leave me freezing in comparison to your arms.

[He flashes a wolfish grin.]

Or is that what you want me here for, hm? A great beast to lay at your feet while you wander away the hours?

You know some say that I have ice instead of blood in my heart. So who's to say that you won't be freezing if you stay too close?

[Regardless she tugs him over to her and winds her arms around him. That should be more than enough to sate the wolf from further complaints.]

I don't know if I would go with great.

Hm, well I haven't froze yet. I do believe those people are lying. Or perhaps I just care to weather the storm as it comes.

[His hand winds around her waist, and he nuzzles into her hair in spite of himself.]

Perhaps not 'great'. Perhaps 'spectacular' works much better.

Suppose it's a good thing I know how to warm you back up if it ever does happen. Never been called a storm before. Not recently.

[A flicker of a smirk flashes into existence. He was always so quick to affection that it was always so amusing how it clashed with the image he tried so hard to upkeep.]

Whatever makes you feel good, mutt.

Ah, but the likeness is so striking. Powerful, dangerous, beautiful- I fail to see how there could ever be a difference.

[He grins toothily, though it's hidden as he presses a kiss to the crown of her head.]

Many things make me feel good, little fae, but I would be certain that there's a rather certain one that does the job better than all the rest.

Storms tend to do more harm than good. You do know that, right?

[She was all for being called dangerous but on such a destructive level? Certainly garnered a raised brow from her.]

It helps to have such a vocal mutt.

Hm, no. As I said, beautiful,

[He presses another kiss to her temple.]

powerful,

[And yet another to the tip of her ear.]

and fierce.

[There's amusement in his tone, and he's grinning as if he's said something incredibly clever.]

Only fools who think to try to control the storm find themselves utterly obliterated in its wake.

[She's still not all for being associated with a natural disaster but there was no real use in arguing over such a minor thing. For now, he can get away with it.]

Let me guess, you're not a fool, hm?

I would claim as such.

[He's still affectionate in the aftermath though, nuzzling at her temple with a low noise.]

Well...I could agree with that but sometimes there is quite the argument for the opposite. It depends on the day.

[Always with the nuzzling. She winds her fingers in his hair to coax him down for a kiss.]

Usually you're good though.

Well, then I'll just have to strive for perfection between the days.

[But his kiss is soft and sweet, and there are more tender emotions poured into it than he'd ever have the ability to express in mere words.]