Jun 22, 2018 17:47:56 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2018 17:47:56 GMT
((*General shrug* May as well post it. Tags: Rosalind Neveah Bonner, Cailean Alistair Rose))
It had been about six months since they had moved. Rosalind was finally approved to create her own shop, and she had held the grand opening of the flower shop the previous weekend. She was excited to finally be out of the house and be able to finally help with bills. Her shop proved popular rather quickly - probably due to a bit of fairy magic - but it brought in another kind of attention. A young man, tall with dark hair and light skin and green eyes, had visited Rosie’s shop everyday since it had opened. He went by Alex, and had told her he was a student at the nearby university. The second day the shop was open, he had brought her a coffee, only to find out she didn’t really like those, and then switched to bringing her a popular juice drink instead. He spent many hours in the shop, just hanging out and joking around with Rosie.
Deimos hated him. He would hang around the shop often once he was off work, but besides getting to see Rosie happy again and in her natural element, he found the shop pretty boring, and played on his phone or dozed off in the back room more than helping. So to see this perfect guy show up and make her smile made Deimos pretty upset. He kept most of it to himself though, which was no easy feat considering her telepathy. He tried to be rational, asking Cailean and even Eirene about his worries and they both confirmed Alex was perfect (Cai commenting that he himself was still better, which made Deimos roll his eyes). The only con Alex seemed to have was he didn’t give a fuck about the ring on Rosie’s finger.
Deimos simmered in contempt for two weeks before he seemed to have a change of heart. Clearly Rosie liked Alex, possibly a little too much. And he was talkative and happy-go-lucky and seemed to know just what Rosie needed that day. Maybe Alex was also some sort of Supernatural, another species that could read minds. More likely, he was just a human, but one that actually knew how to be empathetic to others.
Do you like him? Deimos asked her one night after the shop had close.
What? Who? Rosie asked, peeking her head around a shelf. Stop sitting on the counter! She scolded him as an afterthought.
That Alex dude…
Oh yeah, he’s nice.
But do you like him?
Rosalind took a moment to respond. I guess?
Good. He’s better for you anyway. Deimos responded, finally getting off the counter.
Rosalind peeked her head back into the aisle. Deimos... What do you mean?
He’s healthy. You can talk with him. Actually talk. And he’s not completely unstable or-
Rosalind put her hands on his chest to stop him from walking away. Deimos what are you talking about?
Deimos took off his ring and clenched it tight in his fist. He’ll be better for you. We’re over. He said firmly, before he could change his mind on this. He left the shop and first went home. In the heat of the moment he had wanted to toss the ring in the trash. But he couldn’t do that. So instead, he put it in a junk drawer. He’d let it get lost among other random things. He felt like he was on the verge of a breakdown, he needed something to cool his head. He hesitated for a moment before deciding to hell with sobriety.
He was six drinks in by the time Cailean finally found Deimos. He snapped his fingers in front of Deimos’ face to get his attention. “Thaur ur tay mony bars in thes area... took forever tae fin' ye.”
“Rosie tauld me whit happened.” He scowled at Deimos. “Ur ye a bampot.”
“Am I a what?” Deimos asked, raising an eyebrow.
Cailean prodded Deimos’ forehead. “Aam askin' if there's anythin' in 'at heed ay yoors.”
“No but what the fuck did you call me?” Deimos pushed the hand away.
“A b-a-m-p-o-t.” He said slowly, finger-spelling it as he said it. “A dummy.”
“No. She’ll be happier with him.” Deimos muttered, resting his chin in his hand as he sipped at his drink.
Cailean sighed and ordered a drink for himself.
Another week passed and Deimos was at a low point so intense he could barely remember the last time he felt like this. Well he could, but even five years later he didn’t want to be reminded. He felt a bit aimless, Rosie was his fp after all and probably his soulmate.
Cai appeared in the apartment without any signal he was coming in, just showing up in front of Deimos with some frilly pink apron on.
Deimos made a face. “You really don’t need to clean. It doesn’t get that messy after one day. And take that damn thing off, you look stupid!”
“Aam nae jist haur tae clean, aam also makin' sure ye eat. an' it sets th' muid.” Cailean told him.
“What mood?” Deimos stressed, letting out an exasperated groan as he flopped onto the couch.
Cailean didn’t answer him, simply going into the kitchen and beginning to cook something. He seemed disgruntled about something, but Deimos couldn’t bring himself to care. He went into the kitchen for a moment to grab alcohol, but the bottle was promptly taken by Cai and placed on the counter.
“What the hell?” Deimos growled to him.
Cailean looked straight into Deimos’ eyes, “Stop.” He said firmly.
Deimos faltered, lowering his head and returning to the couch, laying face down on it. He didn’t raise his head again until a plate of food came into his peripheral. “Thanks…” He muttered, not looking to Cailean as he ate.
Cailean let him eat in peace, cleaning up and finally taking off the apron. But as soon as he set the plate down, he waved his hand to get Deimos’ attention. “Ye hae new woonds.”
Deimos stiffened and looked away. “So what.”
Cailean narrowed his eyes, standing up and going to Deimos. He grabbed Deimos’ hair, forcing the hybrid to look at him. “Aam nae gonnae dae thes again. Rosie is a mess. yoo're a mess. Ah dornt want tae come in an' see ye dyin' again.”
Deimos shrunk back, trying to squirm out of Cailean’s grip. He had always assumed it was Cai that had found him, but he never actually asked or brought it up.
Cailean let go of Deimos roughly, still glaring at him as he stood up. “Noo 'en, sober up an' gie yer lassie back.”
Deimos stared at the closed door long after Cailean left. “What… the fuck.” He finally said after a while. What was with the sudden show of dominance? Whatever it was, Deimos hated it, mostly because it worked. “Fucking werewolves.” He cursed. “Gamiménoi lýkoi.” He repeated in Greek. He felt shaky, like if he tried to stand he’d just fall to the ground. “Malaka.”
---
Deimos hadn’t gone near the shop in the two-plus weeks he and Rosie had broken up, but he saw what Cailean meant. It almost seemed like a rain cloud was hovering over the shop, some of the plants in the front were wilted, and the lights in the store were off despite the sign still saying open. He didn’t know how to apologize. Was his assumption really that far off? He stepped into the shop, feeling nervous. Alex was in the shop, leaning over the counter and whispering something to Rosie at a really close distance. Deimos snarled and left the shop before even getting her attention.
“Deimos…?” Rosie called out. She could have sworn she had sensed him. But when she looked at the rest of the shop, it was still empty. She had blocked off their telepathy link, so she hadn’t heard from him in the two and half weeks since they broke up. Still, it was frustrating. If Deimos wasn’t so hard-headed, he’d know Alex was already engaged and was just being friendly. He had told her how he was actually from Britain, and decided to study in Greece to learn his heritage. He was excited to meet someone he could speak English with. She shrunk into her chair, seeming to deflate.
“You really miss him, huh?” Alex said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Rosie nodded, “I don’t know what to do without him…”
Suddenly, the shop door opened, and a familiar face came in.
“Cai, hello!” Rosie said happily.
“Ah need ye tois tae gie back together..” He said firmly.
Rosie furrowed her eyebrows, and when she spoke, her voice sounded a bit harsh. “I’d love to, but it’s Deimos being the stubborn one.”
“'En gang tae th' feckin' apartment.” Cailean told her.
“He should be the one to come to me!”
“Yoo're sleepin' in a flower shop. Baith ay ye need tae gie ower yoorselves.” He growled.
Rosalind puffed out her cheeks. “No.” She said firmly, stomping a foot. “And don’t try to ‘alpha’ me! That won’t work.”
Cailean paused, seeming confused by her choice of words. “Aam nae…”
---
Cailean took the pills from Deimos’ hand. “Th' fuck did Ah say?” He growled at Deimos, not caring much that Deimos probably didn’t catch most of the sentence.
Deimos visibly jumped. “God damn it Cai! I wasn’t trying to kill myself!” He yelled, trying to snatch the pills back.
“'en whit waur ye daein' wi' pills an' alcohol?” Cailean growled to him.
“Taking pain meds because I’m in pain. It’s almost the full moon. The alcohol is just what I had around to drink.” He said, clawing at Cailean’s hand to get his pills back.
Cai took the alcohol and handed Deimos a bottle of water, giving him back the pills. “Yoo're bein' an idiot. Alex is gettin' merrit tae someain else. gie back together wi' Rosie.”
“What?”
“Yeah. ye overreacted. noo gie yer delusional ass ower tae 'at flower shop an' teel Rosie yoo're sorry.”
This time when Deimos entered the flower shop, he forced himself to stay. This time, Alex, though in the shop, wasn’t right by Rosalind. This time, Rosie noticed him.
Her smile seemed brighter than Deimos remembered. Demi! She said, going over to him, though hesitantly.
“Hey Rosie…” Deimos began, looking at the ground between them. “Can you forgive me?”
Rosie nodded, not even making him say what he did wrong. He knew, and she could tell. She pulled him back behind the counter. Don’t go overreacting just because I make a friend. I make friends easily, you know.
Deimos smiled slightly. Yeah, I guess I was just so used to it just being you and me, and sometimes Cai and Felix…
Rosalind pushed him down onto the chair and kissed his forehead. I may be yours, but you can’t have me only to yourself all the time, ok?
Deimos nodded, looking down at his hands.
“I know you told me about the telepathy thing, but seeing it from this side is weird.” Alex said with a short laugh.
Rosie was about to say something when Alex held up a hand. “You guys have a lot of catching up to do, I’ll leave you alone.”
Deimos… Rosie began, waiting until Deimos looked up at her, even if it was only with his eyes. You reek of alcohol.
Deimos bit his lip, a fang lingering. I just kind of…
Rosie shook her head, stopping his thoughts with a kiss to the lips. I don’t care. She told him after pulling away. Just promise me you’ll get back on track.
Deimos hesitated for a moment before nodding. He linked their pinky fingers, “Yeah, I will.”
Cailean watched the two from the storefront window. “Thenk God. Feckin' finally.” He said aloud, letting out a sigh.
It had been about six months since they had moved. Rosalind was finally approved to create her own shop, and she had held the grand opening of the flower shop the previous weekend. She was excited to finally be out of the house and be able to finally help with bills. Her shop proved popular rather quickly - probably due to a bit of fairy magic - but it brought in another kind of attention. A young man, tall with dark hair and light skin and green eyes, had visited Rosie’s shop everyday since it had opened. He went by Alex, and had told her he was a student at the nearby university. The second day the shop was open, he had brought her a coffee, only to find out she didn’t really like those, and then switched to bringing her a popular juice drink instead. He spent many hours in the shop, just hanging out and joking around with Rosie.
Deimos hated him. He would hang around the shop often once he was off work, but besides getting to see Rosie happy again and in her natural element, he found the shop pretty boring, and played on his phone or dozed off in the back room more than helping. So to see this perfect guy show up and make her smile made Deimos pretty upset. He kept most of it to himself though, which was no easy feat considering her telepathy. He tried to be rational, asking Cailean and even Eirene about his worries and they both confirmed Alex was perfect (Cai commenting that he himself was still better, which made Deimos roll his eyes). The only con Alex seemed to have was he didn’t give a fuck about the ring on Rosie’s finger.
Deimos simmered in contempt for two weeks before he seemed to have a change of heart. Clearly Rosie liked Alex, possibly a little too much. And he was talkative and happy-go-lucky and seemed to know just what Rosie needed that day. Maybe Alex was also some sort of Supernatural, another species that could read minds. More likely, he was just a human, but one that actually knew how to be empathetic to others.
Do you like him? Deimos asked her one night after the shop had close.
What? Who? Rosie asked, peeking her head around a shelf. Stop sitting on the counter! She scolded him as an afterthought.
That Alex dude…
Oh yeah, he’s nice.
But do you like him?
Rosalind took a moment to respond. I guess?
Good. He’s better for you anyway. Deimos responded, finally getting off the counter.
Rosalind peeked her head back into the aisle. Deimos... What do you mean?
He’s healthy. You can talk with him. Actually talk. And he’s not completely unstable or-
Rosalind put her hands on his chest to stop him from walking away. Deimos what are you talking about?
Deimos took off his ring and clenched it tight in his fist. He’ll be better for you. We’re over. He said firmly, before he could change his mind on this. He left the shop and first went home. In the heat of the moment he had wanted to toss the ring in the trash. But he couldn’t do that. So instead, he put it in a junk drawer. He’d let it get lost among other random things. He felt like he was on the verge of a breakdown, he needed something to cool his head. He hesitated for a moment before deciding to hell with sobriety.
He was six drinks in by the time Cailean finally found Deimos. He snapped his fingers in front of Deimos’ face to get his attention. “Thaur ur tay mony bars in thes area... took forever tae fin' ye.”
“Rosie tauld me whit happened.” He scowled at Deimos. “Ur ye a bampot.”
“Am I a what?” Deimos asked, raising an eyebrow.
Cailean prodded Deimos’ forehead. “Aam askin' if there's anythin' in 'at heed ay yoors.”
“No but what the fuck did you call me?” Deimos pushed the hand away.
“A b-a-m-p-o-t.” He said slowly, finger-spelling it as he said it. “A dummy.”
“No. She’ll be happier with him.” Deimos muttered, resting his chin in his hand as he sipped at his drink.
Cailean sighed and ordered a drink for himself.
Another week passed and Deimos was at a low point so intense he could barely remember the last time he felt like this. Well he could, but even five years later he didn’t want to be reminded. He felt a bit aimless, Rosie was his fp after all and probably his soulmate.
Cai appeared in the apartment without any signal he was coming in, just showing up in front of Deimos with some frilly pink apron on.
Deimos made a face. “You really don’t need to clean. It doesn’t get that messy after one day. And take that damn thing off, you look stupid!”
“Aam nae jist haur tae clean, aam also makin' sure ye eat. an' it sets th' muid.” Cailean told him.
“What mood?” Deimos stressed, letting out an exasperated groan as he flopped onto the couch.
Cailean didn’t answer him, simply going into the kitchen and beginning to cook something. He seemed disgruntled about something, but Deimos couldn’t bring himself to care. He went into the kitchen for a moment to grab alcohol, but the bottle was promptly taken by Cai and placed on the counter.
“What the hell?” Deimos growled to him.
Cailean looked straight into Deimos’ eyes, “Stop.” He said firmly.
Deimos faltered, lowering his head and returning to the couch, laying face down on it. He didn’t raise his head again until a plate of food came into his peripheral. “Thanks…” He muttered, not looking to Cailean as he ate.
Cailean let him eat in peace, cleaning up and finally taking off the apron. But as soon as he set the plate down, he waved his hand to get Deimos’ attention. “Ye hae new woonds.”
Deimos stiffened and looked away. “So what.”
Cailean narrowed his eyes, standing up and going to Deimos. He grabbed Deimos’ hair, forcing the hybrid to look at him. “Aam nae gonnae dae thes again. Rosie is a mess. yoo're a mess. Ah dornt want tae come in an' see ye dyin' again.”
Deimos shrunk back, trying to squirm out of Cailean’s grip. He had always assumed it was Cai that had found him, but he never actually asked or brought it up.
Cailean let go of Deimos roughly, still glaring at him as he stood up. “Noo 'en, sober up an' gie yer lassie back.”
Deimos stared at the closed door long after Cailean left. “What… the fuck.” He finally said after a while. What was with the sudden show of dominance? Whatever it was, Deimos hated it, mostly because it worked. “Fucking werewolves.” He cursed. “Gamiménoi lýkoi.” He repeated in Greek. He felt shaky, like if he tried to stand he’d just fall to the ground. “Malaka.”
---
Deimos hadn’t gone near the shop in the two-plus weeks he and Rosie had broken up, but he saw what Cailean meant. It almost seemed like a rain cloud was hovering over the shop, some of the plants in the front were wilted, and the lights in the store were off despite the sign still saying open. He didn’t know how to apologize. Was his assumption really that far off? He stepped into the shop, feeling nervous. Alex was in the shop, leaning over the counter and whispering something to Rosie at a really close distance. Deimos snarled and left the shop before even getting her attention.
“Deimos…?” Rosie called out. She could have sworn she had sensed him. But when she looked at the rest of the shop, it was still empty. She had blocked off their telepathy link, so she hadn’t heard from him in the two and half weeks since they broke up. Still, it was frustrating. If Deimos wasn’t so hard-headed, he’d know Alex was already engaged and was just being friendly. He had told her how he was actually from Britain, and decided to study in Greece to learn his heritage. He was excited to meet someone he could speak English with. She shrunk into her chair, seeming to deflate.
“You really miss him, huh?” Alex said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Rosie nodded, “I don’t know what to do without him…”
Suddenly, the shop door opened, and a familiar face came in.
“Cai, hello!” Rosie said happily.
“Ah need ye tois tae gie back together..” He said firmly.
Rosie furrowed her eyebrows, and when she spoke, her voice sounded a bit harsh. “I’d love to, but it’s Deimos being the stubborn one.”
“'En gang tae th' feckin' apartment.” Cailean told her.
“He should be the one to come to me!”
“Yoo're sleepin' in a flower shop. Baith ay ye need tae gie ower yoorselves.” He growled.
Rosalind puffed out her cheeks. “No.” She said firmly, stomping a foot. “And don’t try to ‘alpha’ me! That won’t work.”
Cailean paused, seeming confused by her choice of words. “Aam nae…”
---
Cailean took the pills from Deimos’ hand. “Th' fuck did Ah say?” He growled at Deimos, not caring much that Deimos probably didn’t catch most of the sentence.
Deimos visibly jumped. “God damn it Cai! I wasn’t trying to kill myself!” He yelled, trying to snatch the pills back.
“'en whit waur ye daein' wi' pills an' alcohol?” Cailean growled to him.
“Taking pain meds because I’m in pain. It’s almost the full moon. The alcohol is just what I had around to drink.” He said, clawing at Cailean’s hand to get his pills back.
Cai took the alcohol and handed Deimos a bottle of water, giving him back the pills. “Yoo're bein' an idiot. Alex is gettin' merrit tae someain else. gie back together wi' Rosie.”
“What?”
“Yeah. ye overreacted. noo gie yer delusional ass ower tae 'at flower shop an' teel Rosie yoo're sorry.”
This time when Deimos entered the flower shop, he forced himself to stay. This time, Alex, though in the shop, wasn’t right by Rosalind. This time, Rosie noticed him.
Her smile seemed brighter than Deimos remembered. Demi! She said, going over to him, though hesitantly.
“Hey Rosie…” Deimos began, looking at the ground between them. “Can you forgive me?”
Rosie nodded, not even making him say what he did wrong. He knew, and she could tell. She pulled him back behind the counter. Don’t go overreacting just because I make a friend. I make friends easily, you know.
Deimos smiled slightly. Yeah, I guess I was just so used to it just being you and me, and sometimes Cai and Felix…
Rosalind pushed him down onto the chair and kissed his forehead. I may be yours, but you can’t have me only to yourself all the time, ok?
Deimos nodded, looking down at his hands.
“I know you told me about the telepathy thing, but seeing it from this side is weird.” Alex said with a short laugh.
Rosie was about to say something when Alex held up a hand. “You guys have a lot of catching up to do, I’ll leave you alone.”
Deimos… Rosie began, waiting until Deimos looked up at her, even if it was only with his eyes. You reek of alcohol.
Deimos bit his lip, a fang lingering. I just kind of…
Rosie shook her head, stopping his thoughts with a kiss to the lips. I don’t care. She told him after pulling away. Just promise me you’ll get back on track.
Deimos hesitated for a moment before nodding. He linked their pinky fingers, “Yeah, I will.”
Cailean watched the two from the storefront window. “Thenk God. Feckin' finally.” He said aloud, letting out a sigh.
