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You never told me what comments you got about the dinner party
[nevermind that that was because Quentin was too busy having an emotional breakdown, we're moving on from that!]
[nevermind that that was because Quentin was too busy having an emotional breakdown, we're moving on from that!]
[ He's surprised by that message- after all, how could he not be? John generally took himself off when he was...feeling something intense. To drink or fight or fuck or burn something down. ]
What do you need?
[ Because he wants to give him that- whatever it is. Even if it's them together burning down some building.]
What do you need?
[ Because he wants to give him that- whatever it is. Even if it's them together burning down some building.]
[ Since the disappearances happened, John had packed himself a bag and taken off for the Down. Not entirely because the Up had become a bit more unpredictable in a sense, but more because with everyone he pretty much knew or cared about gone, he was on his own again and fell back into old habits abd routines of when he had been like that before coming here.
Just surviving.
When he catches wind of people who disappeared coming back, he slowly makes his way back to the house he shares with the demon. Part because it's just slow in general for a submissive to do and he doesn't fly, and part because he doesn't know if he wants to go back and find that Caliban is still gone.
So when he does return, it's maybe a day after the initial return of the kidnapped - of those who disappeared - and it's with gentle apprehension that he opens the door and stands there for a long moment before thinking to step inside.
He's dressed rather poorly- well. Goggles on his head, long coat that's a little dirty, knit sweater that's unraveling in a few places, boots scuffed, and pants with some tears and stains. The scarf around hos neck and the fingerless gloves are an added touch to this homeless look he's sporting and he doesn't bother to remove his boots as he makes his way inside a little, bag slung there on his shoulder.
Even as he does, he doesn't call out. Maybe a little afraid of doing so and not getting anything back in response. ]
Just surviving.
When he catches wind of people who disappeared coming back, he slowly makes his way back to the house he shares with the demon. Part because it's just slow in general for a submissive to do and he doesn't fly, and part because he doesn't know if he wants to go back and find that Caliban is still gone.
So when he does return, it's maybe a day after the initial return of the kidnapped - of those who disappeared - and it's with gentle apprehension that he opens the door and stands there for a long moment before thinking to step inside.
He's dressed rather poorly- well. Goggles on his head, long coat that's a little dirty, knit sweater that's unraveling in a few places, boots scuffed, and pants with some tears and stains. The scarf around hos neck and the fingerless gloves are an added touch to this homeless look he's sporting and he doesn't bother to remove his boots as he makes his way inside a little, bag slung there on his shoulder.
Even as he does, he doesn't call out. Maybe a little afraid of doing so and not getting anything back in response. ]
[ The time away had been...less than pleasant- and it had taken Nate dragging his statue back to the Midnight Theatre and sparking the demon's body with magic for him to return back to his usual cocky form. So perhaps it took him a little longer than most to return home as it was.
And yet the moment life was breathed back into the clay statue of the King of Hell- he only thought of John.
By the time John actually came back home, Caliban was looking like he'd never left as he wore that familiar silk black shirt that was open and a pair of loose black pants. His long blond hair was tied up in a little ponytail. The sound of that door creaking open echos through the house and a few moments later, the demon was rounding the corner with a furrowed boy but a smile broke along his face at the sight of the other-
Even if he had a few questions about the other's current look.
He moves even without question- a hand finding itself on John's neck as he moves himself closer to the other.]
My love- you're back.
And yet the moment life was breathed back into the clay statue of the King of Hell- he only thought of John.
By the time John actually came back home, Caliban was looking like he'd never left as he wore that familiar silk black shirt that was open and a pair of loose black pants. His long blond hair was tied up in a little ponytail. The sound of that door creaking open echos through the house and a few moments later, the demon was rounding the corner with a furrowed boy but a smile broke along his face at the sight of the other-
Even if he had a few questions about the other's current look.
He moves even without question- a hand finding itself on John's neck as he moves himself closer to the other.]
My love- you're back.
Edited 2022-10-08 16:57 (UTC)
[ When Caliban arrives home that night, John is in the kitchen and looking a bit of a mess.
A mess because he's completely gutted the inside of a pumpkin, medium in size, and is slowly but surely working on carving a face into the thing to turn it into a jack o' lantern.
Newspaper down on the table, pumpkin guts scattered across a couple bowls as well as his shirt, and a knife in hand, he's not exactly amazing at this, but it's something to keep his mind occupied — to distract him from other thoughts that might threaten to drown him more than they already are.
Glancing up when he sees the demon, he looks back to the triangle eye he's managed to cut out on the face of the pumpkin so far. ]
Before you ask, I'll clean it up.
A mess because he's completely gutted the inside of a pumpkin, medium in size, and is slowly but surely working on carving a face into the thing to turn it into a jack o' lantern.
Newspaper down on the table, pumpkin guts scattered across a couple bowls as well as his shirt, and a knife in hand, he's not exactly amazing at this, but it's something to keep his mind occupied — to distract him from other thoughts that might threaten to drown him more than they already are.
Glancing up when he sees the demon, he looks back to the triangle eye he's managed to cut out on the face of the pumpkin so far. ]
Before you ask, I'll clean it up.
[ It's hard not to look at the current state of destruction in the kitchen and not arch your eyebrows which were quite literally what the demon was doing as he just...surveys that damage for a moment.
Of course, John gets there first before he can make any real comment. At least it was better than the last time he'd seen John wielding a knife in the house.]
Mortals and their little traditions.
[ He mused lightly as he just folded his arms over his chest and peered down at the pumpkin.]
I- for one, am very scared of him.
Of course, John gets there first before he can make any real comment. At least it was better than the last time he'd seen John wielding a knife in the house.]
Mortals and their little traditions.
[ He mused lightly as he just folded his arms over his chest and peered down at the pumpkin.]
I- for one, am very scared of him.
Hey, I'm Jesus. John's friend. I just wanted to thank you for that spare room you're letting me use.
I meant to say this all earlier but the city got me caught up in some things... anyway, thanks.
I meant to say this all earlier but the city got me caught up in some things... anyway, thanks.
A wicker hamper is dropped off mid-day on solstice day, with a note attached:
Please enjoy with family, friends, and loved ones.
Nie Huaisang 聂怀桑 and family
Inside is a hand-painted clay bowl, lid secured with a ribbon, which contains Tangyuan, sweet rice dumplings filled variously with red bean paste, sesame paste, and lotus paste, floating in a sweet clear soup. Next to the clay bowl is a round bamboo box, which contains lamb and mushroom dumplings. Both containers are bundled around with fabric to ensure that the contents arrive still warm.
Please enjoy with family, friends, and loved ones.
Nie Huaisang 聂怀桑 and family
Inside is a hand-painted clay bowl, lid secured with a ribbon, which contains Tangyuan, sweet rice dumplings filled variously with red bean paste, sesame paste, and lotus paste, floating in a sweet clear soup. Next to the clay bowl is a round bamboo box, which contains lamb and mushroom dumplings. Both containers are bundled around with fabric to ensure that the contents arrive still warm.
[On Christmas Eve, a package is delivered to Caliban's door. It's a box, wrapped...somewhat clumsily, but it contains a box of alcohol-filled chocolates and a book about Duplicity's magical theory. There's no note, but there's a tag on the wrapping paper.]
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