[ Rather than answer any of that, the mutant just makes his way home from where he'd been sitting in his feelings and frustrations.
It takes him maybe ten minutes or so, as he's not very far to begin with, the sound of the door closing signaling his arrival.
Scarf around his neck and a heavier jacket on (go figure a for mutant would be annoyed with any sort of cold), he toes himself out of his shoes and shrugs his jacket off, scarf dropped atop it there on the counter.
Padding his way to the other's room, he leans himself against the doorframe there, hands in his pockets. ]
[ He's concerned enough about John- at least from an emotional standpoint, he was aware how hard it was to just sit by and do nothing- to be the one to sit on your hands and wait is...never the simplest thing to do.
Caliban was in his usual state of nudity, a simple open black silk shirt and a pair of tight black jeans to match as he turned to gaze over at John with a faint smile at the sound of the other walking to his room. A simple flick of his wrist closed the magic book he was reading as he stood up.]
Well, it is the season, or so I'm told by clients.
[ He pointed out but the demon easily moved closer before rolling his hand to create a small, but warm and bright ball of fire as he strolled close to his submissive- giving him the chance to feel that heat.]
[ The jealousy he feels over Caliban being able to create fire for himself has lessened over the year(?) that he's known him, but there's still times when he wishes he could. When he's salty that the demon can.
Turning his hand palm up, he pulls strips of flame away from the ball of fire and lets them slither around his fingers, down his wrist, across his arm and over his back and chest, creating a coat made of flame which sits there on him, John completely unharmed, as always. ]
Better now.
[ He smiles a bit and turns to press his back to the doorframe, leaning there with his fiery jacket softly crackling as he stares off. ]
Figures he'd go to sleep when it's supposed to be stupid Christmas this month.
[ Caliban, on the other hand, rather always enjoyed watching John show off his powers like that. His head tilted slightly at the sight of the coat of flames that danced along the other's fireproof skin. His hand dropping down to put out the rest of the flames now that John had taken what he needed.]
Clearly.
[ There was easy affection in his voice at that as he reaches a hand out to brush his fingers over Johns in an intimate little moment.]
Did you get him a gift?
[ He asked, a little curious as he took a few steps closer.]
I'm sure he'll be quite upset he missed such a date if he does not return by then.
[ But he was going to? Maybe. The last time he'd gone and got a gift for Alec, it had caused a rift between them when the Shadowhunter had more or less rejected it. Or, at least, the intention behind it. With being as insecure as he is about his worth to others, it's a wound he still licks from time to time. A moment he often wishes never happened.
Letting his gaze drop, he watches the way the demon gently brushes those fingers against his hand and he lets his own fingers lace with his dominant's, sighing as he shakes his head. ]
[ He wasn't going to press on John's reasons why or why not. He'd long learned that if the other wished to actually speak about something, he would bring it up when he was ready. There's an easy smile when the other's fingers lace with his, however, and the demon takes it a step further to make sure his fingers link with his proper, before giving it a little squeeze.]
A terrible state of affairs.
[ He teased as he moved closer, easily letting that fire brush against his own body as he moved up an upper hand to cup the other's neck. ]
You will have to teach me about this holiday, however- unless you wish to practice the solstice. Which...well, has its merits.
[ It's no secret by now that he can be a lot to handle at times — he'd gone and said as much to Caliban when they had discussed renewing their contract. He's difficult and unapproachable at times — liable to lash out as angrily as the fire he controls is capable of when enraged. He knows it's how he is — tries to be mindful of it at times and has enough self-awareness to have warned the demon of how he could be.
Still, sometimes it's difficult to catch himself before he slips into that pattern — into that way of thinking and the impulses of wanting to either runaway or burn everything down around him. Being here right now with the other is something he hopes Caliban can see is him trying — him relenting in giving into what some part of him always wants to do.
When their fingers link together, he looks up to Caliban, the touch of his hand there on his neck warm. ]
[ It does mean a lot that John was actually here with him in something that could be the most stressful time for him considering everything that was going on. It would have been easy to retreat into one's self for however long when things like this happened. Instead, he was here with him, letting Caliban be there for him.
There's a little faint smile at that question. ]
In my world, it's what the witches celebrate around this time- it's filled with various traditions but it's mostly about celebrating when the veil between the mortal world and the ones beyond it is at its thinnest.
[ He pointed out softly as he gave their hands a little squeeze together.]
It's a time for questions to be answered, for magic to be... reflected upon. I suppose.
Well if that's what you celebrate, then why don't we do that?
[ He gives a shrug, fingers still holding to Caliban's. ]
I mean— not like I'm really into this whole Christmas thing to begin with. If the solstice is something more traditional for you, we can do that instead.
[ Because this isn't just about him and what he wants. This is something for them to do together and with John not having any strong feelings towards Christmas to begin with, if there's something Caliban himself does, then he's fine with going with that. ]
[ While it technically wasn't exactly he himself celebrated after all- Lucifer wasn't exactly the sort to throw such an event in hell while he was ruling.
It was something that did remind him enough of home, of the witches- Of Sabrina and Nick. ]
I suppose it would be nice to share something like this for both of us.
[ Something new they could explore together. Caliban was just going to nudge his nose against the others before stealing a soft, gentle, easy kiss from the mutant. ]
As I understand you it. You still get that tree of yours, however.
[ Lips are soft in the way they brush over Caliban's and when the kiss breaks, he hums a little, licking over his lips, back pressed there against the doorframe still. ]
I think you're the one between us wanting that tree the most.
[ There's just the faintest hint of a smile there on his lips and he finally pushes away from the doorframe to make his way to the bed — pulling Caliban along with their hands still linked together, of course. ]
So what do we do for this solstice anyways? Or what do you want to do for it?
Well, it is rather a tradition mortals seem to be in favor of.
[ And obviously, wouldn't John want one to decorate? It's flawless logic, clearly. Caliban doesn't fight it when John pushes away from the doorframe and makes his way to the bed- their bed- and simply follows the others lead as he drops down onto it and tugs John back along with him, his free hand already moving down to grip the others hip with a possessive little squeeze.]
I can only talk to what the witches do- Which is among many things, gathering at dawn the day after the longest night to witness the magical occurrence of the sun. One does require to stay awake for such an event- to see the world when the magical and mundane intertwine.
[ He pointed out with a soft little hum-]
And it would be one chance to talk to the dead. Or at least, the ones who haven't arrived in Hell or the sweethere after. The newly dead.
[ Letting himself be pulled down onto the bed, he looks to the demon rather curiously, that jacket of flame slipping off and spreading onto the bed, only to completely extinguish as per John's desire. ]
You sure that's gonna be a thing here? I mean... the magic and all that shit.
[ Duplicity has its own Thing after all and even Caliban's own magic is limited. ]
Sorta thought you were gonna say I needed to dress skantaly clad or something.
But the rituals are important, are they not? We can at the very least take in the sun as it dawns.
[ He pointed out as before he arches his eyebrow at those words because ooo. Would John do that? A hand moves down along the other's chest as he gets that teasing dirty glint in his eyes.]
There is another tradition on a different festival, about the Hare Moon. It requires you to bath in the moonlight- naked- oiled out and...indulge in one another.
[ He pointed out with a little tilt of his head back as he met those eyes.]
[ Watching the way Caliban trails his hand down his chest like he is, John tilts his head a bit, laying there with the other - with his dominant.
It's a very real possibility that neither of them will be here in a year's time - never mind even a month or week from now. It's like that back home in general, sure. But somehow, being here, it feels different to know that. ]
Do you want to stay here? You don't have anything to go back to.
[ There's a grimace at that because wow- wasn't that a depressing thought? The idea of not being here, of the city sending him back without a care for his own desires. His tongue brushes over his lower lip as his hand stops its wandering to simply focus over at the other- at his submissive.]
Then It's not exactly a choice- is it? All that awaits me is the void. And a slow death. Or madness.
[ He pointed out softly as he shifted on the bed. He was, at the very least, trying to be honest with the other- why shy away from that huge truth?.]
[ He knows what awaits Caliban when he leaves here — he'd been told as much before when the demon had first returned from the slumber he had been put under by the city. It's not a thing he wishes for the demon to go back to, but... it's not as if he has a say in the matter. Not as if he has that sort of power.
When Caliban shifts some, he lets him, blue-gray eyes watching him curiously as he still lays there on his side. ]
I like to think you're stronger than death.
[ He says softly then. ]
You're a demon king. Nothing and no one can stand in your way.
[ There's a soft smile at that- it was a lovely bold though, even if he wasn't quite sure John understood the magnitude of something like the Void or any of the eldritch horrors he'd face in the past nor the actual amount of power they'd wielded as they'd taken down his world.
So instead he was just going to cup the others neck and leave forward, to brush his nose against the others and to tease his lips against Johns.]
And you are my prince.
[ He teased softly as he pulled back to meet those eyes.]
And I will punch a hole in this universe to find you again. Always.
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suppose I thought you'd want to be close.
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i'll see him whenever he wakes
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All right-..
Share my bed then tonight?
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certain blond people
and fine
i will
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Good.
I'd prefer you close tonight.
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and whenever you want
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Good.
Come whenever you're ready. Not like I have work today.
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It takes him maybe ten minutes or so, as he's not very far to begin with, the sound of the door closing signaling his arrival.
Scarf around his neck and a heavier jacket on (go figure a for mutant would be annoyed with any sort of cold), he toes himself out of his shoes and shrugs his jacket off, scarf dropped atop it there on the counter.
Padding his way to the other's room, he leans himself against the doorframe there, hands in his pockets. ]
I'm cold. I hate feeling cold.
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Caliban was in his usual state of nudity, a simple open black silk shirt and a pair of tight black jeans to match as he turned to gaze over at John with a faint smile at the sound of the other walking to his room. A simple flick of his wrist closed the magic book he was reading as he stood up.]
Well, it is the season, or so I'm told by clients.
[ He pointed out but the demon easily moved closer before rolling his hand to create a small, but warm and bright ball of fire as he strolled close to his submissive- giving him the chance to feel that heat.]
How's this?
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Turning his hand palm up, he pulls strips of flame away from the ball of fire and lets them slither around his fingers, down his wrist, across his arm and over his back and chest, creating a coat made of flame which sits there on him, John completely unharmed, as always. ]
Better now.
[ He smiles a bit and turns to press his back to the doorframe, leaning there with his fiery jacket softly crackling as he stares off. ]
Figures he'd go to sleep when it's supposed to be stupid Christmas this month.
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Clearly.
[ There was easy affection in his voice at that as he reaches a hand out to brush his fingers over Johns in an intimate little moment.]
Did you get him a gift?
[ He asked, a little curious as he took a few steps closer.]
I'm sure he'll be quite upset he missed such a date if he does not return by then.
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[ But he was going to? Maybe. The last time he'd gone and got a gift for Alec, it had caused a rift between them when the Shadowhunter had more or less rejected it. Or, at least, the intention behind it. With being as insecure as he is about his worth to others, it's a wound he still licks from time to time. A moment he often wishes never happened.
Letting his gaze drop, he watches the way the demon gently brushes those fingers against his hand and he lets his own fingers lace with his dominant's, sighing as he shakes his head. ]
Guess it's just you and me then.
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[ He wasn't going to press on John's reasons why or why not. He'd long learned that if the other wished to actually speak about something, he would bring it up when he was ready. There's an easy smile when the other's fingers lace with his, however, and the demon takes it a step further to make sure his fingers link with his proper, before giving it a little squeeze.]
A terrible state of affairs.
[ He teased as he moved closer, easily letting that fire brush against his own body as he moved up an upper hand to cup the other's neck. ]
You will have to teach me about this holiday, however- unless you wish to practice the solstice. Which...well, has its merits.
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Still, sometimes it's difficult to catch himself before he slips into that pattern — into that way of thinking and the impulses of wanting to either runaway or burn everything down around him. Being here right now with the other is something he hopes Caliban can see is him trying — him relenting in giving into what some part of him always wants to do.
When their fingers link together, he looks up to Caliban, the touch of his hand there on his neck warm. ]
What's the solstice?
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There's a little faint smile at that question. ]
In my world, it's what the witches celebrate around this time- it's filled with various traditions but it's mostly about celebrating when the veil between the mortal world and the ones beyond it is at its thinnest.
[ He pointed out softly as he gave their hands a little squeeze together.]
It's a time for questions to be answered, for magic to be... reflected upon. I suppose.
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[ He gives a shrug, fingers still holding to Caliban's. ]
I mean— not like I'm really into this whole Christmas thing to begin with. If the solstice is something more traditional for you, we can do that instead.
[ Because this isn't just about him and what he wants. This is something for them to do together and with John not having any strong feelings towards Christmas to begin with, if there's something Caliban himself does, then he's fine with going with that. ]
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It was something that did remind him enough of home, of the witches- Of Sabrina and Nick. ]
I suppose it would be nice to share something like this for both of us.
[ Something new they could explore together. Caliban was just going to nudge his nose against the others before stealing a soft, gentle, easy kiss from the mutant. ]
As I understand you it. You still get that tree of yours, however.
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I think you're the one between us wanting that tree the most.
[ There's just the faintest hint of a smile there on his lips and he finally pushes away from the doorframe to make his way to the bed — pulling Caliban along with their hands still linked together, of course. ]
So what do we do for this solstice anyways? Or what do you want to do for it?
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[ And obviously, wouldn't John want one to decorate? It's flawless logic, clearly. Caliban doesn't fight it when John pushes away from the doorframe and makes his way to the bed- their bed- and simply follows the others lead as he drops down onto it and tugs John back along with him, his free hand already moving down to grip the others hip with a possessive little squeeze.]
I can only talk to what the witches do- Which is among many things, gathering at dawn the day after the longest night to witness the magical occurrence of the sun. One does require to stay awake for such an event- to see the world when the magical and mundane intertwine.
[ He pointed out with a soft little hum-]
And it would be one chance to talk to the dead. Or at least, the ones who haven't arrived in Hell or the sweethere after. The newly dead.
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You sure that's gonna be a thing here? I mean... the magic and all that shit.
[ Duplicity has its own Thing after all and even Caliban's own magic is limited. ]
Sorta thought you were gonna say I needed to dress skantaly clad or something.
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[ But that's not exactly the point since- ]
But the rituals are important, are they not? We can at the very least take in the sun as it dawns.
[ He pointed out as before he arches his eyebrow at those words because ooo. Would John do that? A hand moves down along the other's chest as he gets that teasing dirty glint in his eyes.]
There is another tradition on a different festival, about the Hare Moon. It requires you to bath in the moonlight- naked- oiled out and...indulge in one another.
[ He pointed out with a little tilt of his head back as he met those eyes.]
If you wish to join me for that next year.
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[ Watching the way Caliban trails his hand down his chest like he is, John tilts his head a bit, laying there with the other - with his dominant.
It's a very real possibility that neither of them will be here in a year's time - never mind even a month or week from now. It's like that back home in general, sure. But somehow, being here, it feels different to know that. ]
Do you want to stay here? You don't have anything to go back to.
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Then It's not exactly a choice- is it? All that awaits me is the void. And a slow death. Or madness.
[ He pointed out softly as he shifted on the bed. He was, at the very least, trying to be honest with the other- why shy away from that huge truth?.]
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When Caliban shifts some, he lets him, blue-gray eyes watching him curiously as he still lays there on his side. ]
I like to think you're stronger than death.
[ He says softly then. ]
You're a demon king. Nothing and no one can stand in your way.
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So instead he was just going to cup the others neck and leave forward, to brush his nose against the others and to tease his lips against Johns.]
And you are my prince.
[ He teased softly as he pulled back to meet those eyes.]
And I will punch a hole in this universe to find you again. Always.
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