[ the new addition of portalling has made a huge difference to nick's travel times, so when he says soon he actually means it. it only takes a little while for nick to gather up a few different boxes, with messy scribbled stickers on top that vaguely describe the effects of the joints held within.
with a few tucked under his arm, nick opens up a portal straight to caliban, sparking slightly with a magic that seems almost a muted version of ragnor's--of magnus', in a way. but it's nick who steps through, with a mixed sort of expression on his face, like he hasn't quite figured out how sympathetic he should look, yet. ]
I was going to bring booze too, but I thought...keep it simple. I can always fetch it later, if I need to.
[ he says by way of a hello, stepping over close and lifting his free hand to touch caliban's chest lightly. ]
[ Caliban stands when that portal opens and the other steps though- it's hard not to note the way the other magic was somewhat like Magnus powers. The truth was that the immortal was feeling quite a lot of things at this moment, everything from grief to anger and back again. He'd never been good at losing the people he *chose* to get close to- since his own predictable death back home and the loss of his wife. Every loss of someone he cared about stung all the more.
And with all that grief and pain- he wasn't even sure really what do to with it or how to fix it. Still there's only a hint of that swirl of emotions in the immortal's eyes as he reaches out to gently brush his fingers over Nick's hips as he steps into his space with a soft hum. ]
I run a bar- Nick. This house is full of booze. [ The demon drawled lightly as he leaned into that touch to his chest as he took a soft intake of breath at that question.
Because how could he genuinely answer that?]
My affections might go to many people in this city but Magnus...was special. Rare in a way many are not.
So I'm not entirely sure what I am.
[ He was going to reach up to cup Nick's neck as his thumb dragged down his jawline.]
It's alright if you don't know, if you haven't figured it out yet.
[ it's not like it's typical for them to confide, exactly. their relationship has always been highly physical and not an awful lot else, but there have been--moments. just a little softer, a little more intimate. enough that he doesn't bother to resist the gentle concern that knits at his brow.
magnus might always be some slightly complicated spot for nick, but this is less about him and more about the scars that he's left behind anyway. it never gets any easier, the people that leave them. his head tips into the touch slightly, he leans up on his toes to close the gap between them and press a soft kiss to his jaw. ]
We can do whatever you want. Talk about it, or not. Get high, get drunk, whatever helps. Okay?
[ Which is to say he was still processing...everything. He had Magnus had more than one conversation during the year they'd been together about what would happen if one of them left- so at least there was some sort of crash pad from the fallout of it all but it still felt...hard to really work though all at once those feelings swirling inside of him.
And while he and Nick might have never exactly had this relationship before and it seemed like a strange time to shift it into one like that-...There's a soft nod at those words and a slight smile at that soft kiss to his jaw before the demon was simply going to turn his head to catch the others lips against his. For once it wasn't a kiss that was unlaid with all that need for carnal pleasure from the other- it was, instead, slow and careful, full of affectionate for Nick, like an overflowing cup of it before the demon broke away with a gentle hum and a squeeze to the other's hips. ]
I'm not entirely sure what I would say even if we did talk about it. Other than to curse the city a few thousand times. [ He murmured as he brushed his tongue along his lower lip, as if still trying to get the taste of Nick as he moved away but dropped his hand to link with Nick's intimately as he tugged the boy towards the couch.] Though the getting high part and the drunk part certainly have their appeal.
I could stand to curse the city a few thousand times.
[ he follows along easily, nudges caliban down once they reach the couch and moves to climb onto his lap after, straddling his legs. it's the sort of movement that could easily be charged, intense, only he doesn't push it anywhere further. not right now, not yet. for now nick just brushes a hand idly through caliban's hair and smiles, soft and sad as he stretches his other arm out to beckon one of those abandoned boxes back into his hand.
nick has this weed thing down to a bit of an art form now. all he's done for years now is make drugs of all kinds of varieties -- though the challenge in duplicity wasn't just witches, it was all sorts of people with all sorts of powers resistant to intoxication, that still wanted to experience the same highs. his chicken scratches on the label describe a gentle, mellow high, and nick pops the lid open with one hand, revealing the pre rolled joints sitting inside. ]
These work on Logan, if we're lucky you'll get something too. A buzz, at least. [ his fingers drop from caliban's hair to cup his cheek instead, lips quirked into half a smile as he sets the open box down next to them. ] It's not going to like, fuck you up or anything though, I left the strong stuff at home.
No doubt that's a rallying cry half the kingdom here would take up.
[ Caliban muttered as he easily dropped back onto that couch at that slight push and his head tilted against the back of it as he looked at his through his lashes at the other as he was straddled. His hands move down Nick's sides as if learning how the other felt under his fingertips again before they moved down along his hips and a hand even moved down to brush over the curve of Nick's ass because- god, he loved Nick's ass. Before he moved it back up along to hold the other hip. There wasn't any real urgency in his touch- maybe they'd get here later. For now he was simply enjoying the presence of the other- enjoying that weight on his lap and the sight of the pretty boy in front of him.
His eyes do dip to look into those box of joints with a tilt of his head.]
I suppose a mutant is almost a Demon King. [ He drawled a little amused before his head tilted back into the other touch with a soft, please sound. ] You have my trust, Nick. Though I'm sure the only thing tonight with a high chance of getting fucked is you. [ He pointed out as he gave a slight smirk before he nodded and reached down into the box to pluck one out of it. There's a pause for a moment before he simply clicked his fingers and a small flame of hellfire licked at the end of the joint to light it before Caliban slipped it between his lips and took a long, deep inhale as before he blew the smoke out of pressed lips away from Nick.]
[ two can play at that game, though. nick's quick to follow the gesture, from the joint of his own placed carefully between his lips, to the snap of his own fingers. fire has never been nick's strong suit and it shows, the little flame that flashes into existence is a smaller thing that caliban's, hardly sustainable at all, but it's enough to light the end of his joint and that's all that really matters.
he tips his head back to let out an exhale of his own, up into the air above them, and when he looks back down again it's with a little grin. nick's sobriety has never included weed, a loophole he'd made for himself, and while it probably misses the point a little, it does mean he doesn't have to worry about feeling guilty over relapses right now. instead he just grazes his thumb over caliban's cheek where the one hand is still settled there, holding his gaze for a moment. ]
I think you're right, you know. There's a very high chance. [ he leans in a little, just because he can, just because they're close enough, and drops his voice lower like he's sharing a secret. ] You know the best way to fuck when you're high is exactly like this. Nice and slow, lazy. I could sit on your cock for hours, really drag it out. Think that'll keep you distracted for a bit?
[ Caliban's magic was quite impressive by all accounts- he knew quite the number of rituals and magic of his world by heart because he was, after all, made from magic all the way to his core. Caliban watches the other light up his own join with a lopsided and lazy smirk but does hold back a few comments about the other *cute* little flame compared to his.
While the weed hadn't kicked in just yet, he was just going to admire the other- taking in the sight of him, Nick was beautiful. Even with Caliban's usual standards for mortals. He tilted his head into that thumb as it brushed over his cheek and the other's gaze without hesitation. ]
Oh? A very high chance... [ He hummed, more amused than anything as the other leaned in close and there's a sharp little intake of his breath at those words, the demon's eyes dropping to watch Nick's lips as they talked. ] The sight of you speared on my cock, little one, how could that not keep me so distracted? It sounds like the most delightful way to fuck- [ Though watching someone fuck themselves down on his impressive cock was always one of his favorites.] Lazy sounds like perfection, Nicky my boy.
[ god knows nick loves himself a distraction, he understands the desire for one well, and since there's really nothing he can do to solve the situation of an absent magnus, that's about all he can do instead. distract, cheer up, and hope that when the momentum wears off, caliban is just a little better for it.
for the moment he just plants a hand low on caliban's chest, almost at his stomach with his fingers spread out wide across it, the other hand busy bringing the joint back up to his own lips. inhale, hold, exhale, repeat. it's an easy pattern to keep up, as he shifts to settle more comfortably in caliban's lap. ]
You know, I've hardly seen any of your magic. You could show me a little, if you want.
[ mostly because he wants to give it time for the weed to settle in, really take advantage of the lazy buzz, but there's also no denying his curiosity. ]
I think you might be more addicting than the weed, honestly.
[ He teased lightly as he gives a soft little hum as the other settled on his lap proper- his own hand raising his joint to his lips as he takes another long drag of it before blowing smoke out from between his lips. His other hand moves down, along Nick's back, trailing along his spine till it brushes down over the curve of the boy's ass to give it a possessive little squeeze as he took another long drag of that joint. Simply waiting for that hopefully magical added ingredient to do what it should.
There's an arch of an eyebrow at those words but all the same that hand was going to drop away from Nick's ass to instead raise to be in the other's view again.]
Infernal magic is a little different from most witches. Back in my realm, at least, many witches make a pact with a demon or one of the gods to get a diluted version of such power. A gift or a boon. [ He was just going to make a show of letting a fireball grow in his hand, about the size of a fist- the flames hot and blue.] Mine is something that's intricate to me. It's a part of me as much as the clay from which I was formed. [ He pointed out as that flame ball slowly seemed to freeze, in the other hand- ice starting to incase those licking flames as they crystallized. And a moment later, Caliban's hand smoothed over those flames before he rolled his hand up to show off the fact he'd turned that iceball into a crystal ball. Like a witch might use as a focus.]
Though if you wish to seem to change shape. I can do that as well- [ He pointed out as he dropped his head back against the seat with a soft smile.]
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[ the new addition of portalling has made a huge difference to nick's travel times, so when he says soon he actually means it. it only takes a little while for nick to gather up a few different boxes, with messy scribbled stickers on top that vaguely describe the effects of the joints held within.
with a few tucked under his arm, nick opens up a portal straight to caliban, sparking slightly with a magic that seems almost a muted version of ragnor's--of magnus', in a way. but it's nick who steps through, with a mixed sort of expression on his face, like he hasn't quite figured out how sympathetic he should look, yet. ]
I was going to bring booze too, but I thought...keep it simple. I can always fetch it later, if I need to.
[ he says by way of a hello, stepping over close and lifting his free hand to touch caliban's chest lightly. ]
You okay?
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And with all that grief and pain- he wasn't even sure really what do to with it or how to fix it. Still there's only a hint of that swirl of emotions in the immortal's eyes as he reaches out to gently brush his fingers over Nick's hips as he steps into his space with a soft hum. ]
I run a bar- Nick. This house is full of booze. [ The demon drawled lightly as he leaned into that touch to his chest as he took a soft intake of breath at that question.
Because how could he genuinely answer that?]
My affections might go to many people in this city but Magnus...was special. Rare in a way many are not.
So I'm not entirely sure what I am.
[ He was going to reach up to cup Nick's neck as his thumb dragged down his jawline.]
I am better with your company, regardless.
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[ it's not like it's typical for them to confide, exactly. their relationship has always been highly physical and not an awful lot else, but there have been--moments. just a little softer, a little more intimate. enough that he doesn't bother to resist the gentle concern that knits at his brow.
magnus might always be some slightly complicated spot for nick, but this is less about him and more about the scars that he's left behind anyway. it never gets any easier, the people that leave them. his head tips into the touch slightly, he leans up on his toes to close the gap between them and press a soft kiss to his jaw. ]
We can do whatever you want. Talk about it, or not. Get high, get drunk, whatever helps. Okay?
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[ Which is to say he was still processing...everything. He had Magnus had more than one conversation during the year they'd been together about what would happen if one of them left- so at least there was some sort of crash pad from the fallout of it all but it still felt...hard to really work though all at once those feelings swirling inside of him.
And while he and Nick might have never exactly had this relationship before and it seemed like a strange time to shift it into one like that-...There's a soft nod at those words and a slight smile at that soft kiss to his jaw before the demon was simply going to turn his head to catch the others lips against his. For once it wasn't a kiss that was unlaid with all that need for carnal pleasure from the other- it was, instead, slow and careful, full of affectionate for Nick, like an overflowing cup of it before the demon broke away with a gentle hum and a squeeze to the other's hips. ]
I'm not entirely sure what I would say even if we did talk about it. Other than to curse the city a few thousand times. [ He murmured as he brushed his tongue along his lower lip, as if still trying to get the taste of Nick as he moved away but dropped his hand to link with Nick's intimately as he tugged the boy towards the couch.] Though the getting high part and the drunk part certainly have their appeal.
And having you, with me.
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[ he follows along easily, nudges caliban down once they reach the couch and moves to climb onto his lap after, straddling his legs. it's the sort of movement that could easily be charged, intense, only he doesn't push it anywhere further. not right now, not yet. for now nick just brushes a hand idly through caliban's hair and smiles, soft and sad as he stretches his other arm out to beckon one of those abandoned boxes back into his hand.
nick has this weed thing down to a bit of an art form now. all he's done for years now is make drugs of all kinds of varieties -- though the challenge in duplicity wasn't just witches, it was all sorts of people with all sorts of powers resistant to intoxication, that still wanted to experience the same highs. his chicken scratches on the label describe a gentle, mellow high, and nick pops the lid open with one hand, revealing the pre rolled joints sitting inside. ]
These work on Logan, if we're lucky you'll get something too. A buzz, at least. [ his fingers drop from caliban's hair to cup his cheek instead, lips quirked into half a smile as he sets the open box down next to them. ] It's not going to like, fuck you up or anything though, I left the strong stuff at home.
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[ Caliban muttered as he easily dropped back onto that couch at that slight push and his head tilted against the back of it as he looked at his through his lashes at the other as he was straddled. His hands move down Nick's sides as if learning how the other felt under his fingertips again before they moved down along his hips and a hand even moved down to brush over the curve of Nick's ass because- god, he loved Nick's ass. Before he moved it back up along to hold the other hip. There wasn't any real urgency in his touch- maybe they'd get here later. For now he was simply enjoying the presence of the other- enjoying that weight on his lap and the sight of the pretty boy in front of him.
His eyes do dip to look into those box of joints with a tilt of his head.]
I suppose a mutant is almost a Demon King. [ He drawled a little amused before his head tilted back into the other touch with a soft, please sound. ] You have my trust, Nick. Though I'm sure the only thing tonight with a high chance of getting fucked is you. [ He pointed out as he gave a slight smirk before he nodded and reached down into the box to pluck one out of it. There's a pause for a moment before he simply clicked his fingers and a small flame of hellfire licked at the end of the joint to light it before Caliban slipped it between his lips and took a long, deep inhale as before he blew the smoke out of pressed lips away from Nick.]
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[ two can play at that game, though. nick's quick to follow the gesture, from the joint of his own placed carefully between his lips, to the snap of his own fingers. fire has never been nick's strong suit and it shows, the little flame that flashes into existence is a smaller thing that caliban's, hardly sustainable at all, but it's enough to light the end of his joint and that's all that really matters.
he tips his head back to let out an exhale of his own, up into the air above them, and when he looks back down again it's with a little grin. nick's sobriety has never included weed, a loophole he'd made for himself, and while it probably misses the point a little, it does mean he doesn't have to worry about feeling guilty over relapses right now. instead he just grazes his thumb over caliban's cheek where the one hand is still settled there, holding his gaze for a moment. ]
I think you're right, you know. There's a very high chance. [ he leans in a little, just because he can, just because they're close enough, and drops his voice lower like he's sharing a secret. ] You know the best way to fuck when you're high is exactly like this. Nice and slow, lazy. I could sit on your cock for hours, really drag it out. Think that'll keep you distracted for a bit?
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[ Caliban's magic was quite impressive by all accounts- he knew quite the number of rituals and magic of his world by heart because he was, after all, made from magic all the way to his core. Caliban watches the other light up his own join with a lopsided and lazy smirk but does hold back a few comments about the other *cute* little flame compared to his.
While the weed hadn't kicked in just yet, he was just going to admire the other- taking in the sight of him, Nick was beautiful. Even with Caliban's usual standards for mortals. He tilted his head into that thumb as it brushed over his cheek and the other's gaze without hesitation. ]
Oh? A very high chance... [ He hummed, more amused than anything as the other leaned in close and there's a sharp little intake of his breath at those words, the demon's eyes dropping to watch Nick's lips as they talked. ] The sight of you speared on my cock, little one, how could that not keep me so distracted? It sounds like the most delightful way to fuck- [ Though watching someone fuck themselves down on his impressive cock was always one of his favorites.] Lazy sounds like perfection, Nicky my boy.
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[ god knows nick loves himself a distraction, he understands the desire for one well, and since there's really nothing he can do to solve the situation of an absent magnus, that's about all he can do instead. distract, cheer up, and hope that when the momentum wears off, caliban is just a little better for it.
for the moment he just plants a hand low on caliban's chest, almost at his stomach with his fingers spread out wide across it, the other hand busy bringing the joint back up to his own lips. inhale, hold, exhale, repeat. it's an easy pattern to keep up, as he shifts to settle more comfortably in caliban's lap. ]
You know, I've hardly seen any of your magic. You could show me a little, if you want.
[ mostly because he wants to give it time for the weed to settle in, really take advantage of the lazy buzz, but there's also no denying his curiosity. ]
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[ He teased lightly as he gives a soft little hum as the other settled on his lap proper- his own hand raising his joint to his lips as he takes another long drag of it before blowing smoke out from between his lips. His other hand moves down, along Nick's back, trailing along his spine till it brushes down over the curve of the boy's ass to give it a possessive little squeeze as he took another long drag of that joint. Simply waiting for that hopefully magical added ingredient to do what it should.
There's an arch of an eyebrow at those words but all the same that hand was going to drop away from Nick's ass to instead raise to be in the other's view again.]
Infernal magic is a little different from most witches. Back in my realm, at least, many witches make a pact with a demon or one of the gods to get a diluted version of such power. A gift or a boon. [ He was just going to make a show of letting a fireball grow in his hand, about the size of a fist- the flames hot and blue.] Mine is something that's intricate to me. It's a part of me as much as the clay from which I was formed. [ He pointed out as that flame ball slowly seemed to freeze, in the other hand- ice starting to incase those licking flames as they crystallized. And a moment later, Caliban's hand smoothed over those flames before he rolled his hand up to show off the fact he'd turned that iceball into a crystal ball. Like a witch might use as a focus.]
Though if you wish to seem to change shape. I can do that as well- [ He pointed out as he dropped his head back against the seat with a soft smile.]