Figured it was better to leave before they made me.
[ He's a submissive after all. He doesn't own anything. Not without a dominant's signature attached to it.
There's a sliver of truth there in the words Caliban gives concerning whether or not he'd want to know what had happened. John's the type to just Not talk about things, much as he hadn't about his own death or kept Alec's second departure to himself for a week or so before saying anything. Whatever happened to the demon had happened and there's nothing he can do to fix it.
So, he nods, looking down to the ground — to the scuffed boots he still has on. ]
Everything in my kingdom should be yours by right, John. Even this house. You have earned that.
[ While he knows Magnus left him the bar in his will when he left- he's not entirely sure John's wrong here. Still, he was going to remind himself to make an effort to find some sort of city rule to allow John to hold such a thing in case he was ever taken.
If only to prevent such a reaction again. A hand reaches out to slip into Johns and the demon easily lets his magic flare up between them as that hellfire jumps and licks up John's hand as if it's missed him just as much as its owner.]
And I have no intention of leaving for the foreseeable future. I might just keep you in my arms for a weeks.
[ A glance down, he watches the way the fire magically wraps around his hand, unafraid as always, even if it's not manipulated by him. It's a comfort he always leans on, especially when alone: the warmth of a flickering flame across his skin. ]
I'm sorry.
[ He says then, soft. ]
For what happened... for what you've been through.
[ There's a little nod at that as he just keeps their hands connected- as he lets that flame easily wrap around the other arm a little higher as he kept the other close to him in a way that was so uniquely them. ]
Thank you.
[ Being here with John already made things better in ways he couldn't even describe. Away from the noise and the lights- the anger he felt at the guards and the slow creepiness of his body turning to stone.]
It was...I'm just glad I'm here with you again, my love. My light.
I guess at least you and Nate had each other to lean on.
[ Or so he assumes. Fuck if he knows what happened or how bad it had been. He'd spent the last two weeks moving around the Down and surviving in whatever ways he could. ]
Well, guess it's a good thing you had each other then. That he's not all weird about you like he used to be.
[ He still remembers the days when Nate had been wary about the demon on account of the things he'd been told of him by the Nick from Caliban's world. Seems so long ago now. ]
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[ He's a submissive after all. He doesn't own anything. Not without a dominant's signature attached to it.
There's a sliver of truth there in the words Caliban gives concerning whether or not he'd want to know what had happened. John's the type to just Not talk about things, much as he hadn't about his own death or kept Alec's second departure to himself for a week or so before saying anything. Whatever happened to the demon had happened and there's nothing he can do to fix it.
So, he nods, looking down to the ground — to the scuffed boots he still has on. ]
At least you're here now.
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[ While he knows Magnus left him the bar in his will when he left- he's not entirely sure John's wrong here. Still, he was going to remind himself to make an effort to find some sort of city rule to allow John to hold such a thing in case he was ever taken.
If only to prevent such a reaction again. A hand reaches out to slip into Johns and the demon easily lets his magic flare up between them as that hellfire jumps and licks up John's hand as if it's missed him just as much as its owner.]
And I have no intention of leaving for the foreseeable future. I might just keep you in my arms for a weeks.
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I'm sorry.
[ He says then, soft. ]
For what happened... for what you've been through.
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Thank you.
[ Being here with John already made things better in ways he couldn't even describe. Away from the noise and the lights- the anger he felt at the guards and the slow creepiness of his body turning to stone.]
It was...I'm just glad I'm here with you again, my love. My light.
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[ Or so he assumes. Fuck if he knows what happened or how bad it had been. He'd spent the last two weeks moving around the Down and surviving in whatever ways he could. ]
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Yes. I am quite grateful he was there. He got me out at the end. Bought me home.
[ Or at least the statue version of him. It was even Nate's spark of magic that bought him back to his regular form.]
We helped each other through it.
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[ He still remembers the days when Nate had been wary about the demon on account of the things he'd been told of him by the Nick from Caliban's world. Seems so long ago now. ]
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[ He teased lightly- the joke cutting though the air between them before the demon gave a little nod and a soft hum.]
He was worried about you- you know. Just as much as I was.
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[ There had never been any true animosity between them before? At least John doesn't think there was, but. It had been different, he knows. ]