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[closed] Night wraps me in its blanket

Who: Lex, Caster (Cú Chulainn)
When: during Lùnasa (Aguril 1?)
Where: Around the city - festival time
What: A promise is fullfilled, a new promise is made
Warnings: just cheesy lyrics for title and cut so far, will be updated if needed

True to his word, Caster finds the given location, the given house. Haven is small and it's not a problem to find it, though he doesn't make haste. Giving Lex a chance to finish the project and all that— No time to change the decision, for it is already set and just the knowledge is strangely... final? In a good sense.

And because he can't knock like a normal person, and the temptation to try some magic under the new moon is too strong... he jumps unnaturally high to grab ad the edge of the roof. Bad calculation, not high enough to get onto a roof, but he can just climb up there.

High ledges are always all the rage, an old habit that dies hard.

He texts Lex a short message and starts looking for a window that opens...

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The project in question had involved her guns, and Lex is putting them away when she hears a slight 'thump' from outside. Dogmeat hears it too, lifting his head and turning toward the sound. Instinct has her talons twitch and flex at her side, but if this is something coming to kill her, she's going to face it head-on - and besides, Caster is coming soon.

It doesn't occur to her that it might be him until she opens her window and sees him, perched on a ledge like some sort of prowler. All the fight goes out of her and is replaced by an exasperated laugh and a beckon of her talons.

"Thought I was going to have to fuck something up when I heard you," she calls out, the sharpness of her teeth peeking past her lips.

"My bad, my bad..." Caster barks a laughter. He's just doing his best, doing the balancing trick and all. He'd jump onto a balcony if there was one— or Lex was using it. The fact that he narrowly avoided being shot in the face doesn't bother him. At least he was lucky enough for her not to be trigger-happy right now.

What he does notice is the fact that her reaction even in the city is to draw weapons at the first surprising sound. But given the mimic bullshit, it's probably the most reasonable reaction.

So he climbs down to the level of her window, like some human spider and asks more seriously. "Do you often have to do that?"

Fuck something up.

"Yes."

She pulls her head back in, sets her weapons down. Dogmeat is waved away from the window so that Caster can come in, if he'd like - or at least so he doesn't jump and accidentally make Caster fall.

"Maybe not so much here, but back home? Every little sound might have been something coming to kill you, or worse."

And there was worse. There could always be worse.

Caster slides into the room, through the window— thanks Dogmeat for making that space.

"Got it, no surprises next time"

Old habits die hard. And it's not like those are even bad habits if he was home and contracted, he'd attack first, ask questions later just any weird sound around his Master. But he's not there, and his days of skewering innocent bystanders with a spear are also gone (mostly because, no spear). Also, the magic overload has been making him more reckless than usual, so there is that.

"But hey, I'm here tonight, so let's make a deal. I'll take care of fucking shit up in your steed and you get to relax a bit, so the worry-lines won't set in."

Caster doesn't have his spear. Lex has more weapons, now; built-in to her body in the form of claws and teeth. Combined with the suspicion beaten into her by the wasteland, it makes her even more dangerous and even more likely for someone to make a very painful mistake. That Caster understands... it's a relief, and she smiles at him, nodding.

"Next time, I should be able to feel you coming." Thanks to the Bond, at least. "I'm not too worried about worry-lines; more worried about finding something out there to wear."

Fashion is not her strong suit in the slightest. "I've never really had new clothes, you know," she tells him, making sure that her weapons are secured. She's only going to take the handgun tonight, and she isn't wearing her combat armor. It makes the eagle feathers stand out more from where they're growing in, no longer compressed down. There are no wings, not yet - but the idea is there, and Lex absently flexes her shoulders, as if waiting for them to beat.

"Door or window?"

Wastelands mean going with what you find to go by. Doesn't sound like a place for even short-term luxuries. That makes him want to give her this experience even more. He returns to the window and puts one leg on its casing. Yes, that's the answer, definitely window. Extending his hand to her he throws even a dumb wink to complete the look and a grin of course.

"All the more reason to get you dolled up, it's gonna be fun." Come on, take his hand. While he makes for a poor Disney prince, but a v. good roguish idiot to make lot fun (and possibly bad) decisions with. "Something to match the color of feathers? Then we can dance the night"

And Bond somewhere in between all of it. Or first. Or last. Hard to tell, on one hand the sooner the better, but denying it a good celebration also seems unfair.

There's never been a Disney movie for Lex to watch, but it's a gesture captured in media she was able to ingest. The wink makes her laugh, and she steps up to take his hand.

"The feathers, the fur - we'll find something. And we'll see how many times I step on your feet!"

And, of course, Bond somewhere in there. Maybe she'll step on his feet less after that, she thinks, and laughs again to herself.

"The steps are easy, you'll outdo me very quickly." The fact that those are dances eerily similar to those he knows... isn't something to leave out in general, but it doesn't feel like a moment to mention it.

Caster whispers a spell and weaves magic around them. A shimmering sparkle, colors clinging onto and disappearing. When they jump outside their fall is slowed down, maybe not gravity-defying as true levitation would be, but it works. Giving their landing a soft, graceful effect. Caster flashes his teeth in a cocksure grin.

"It works both ways, try to jump!" Why walk when you can traverse area with long jumps. For him, a spell is required for this feat, but he gets a suspicion Lex will be able to jump higher and further just now— and who knows how much later.

Try to jump says Caster, and Lex grins. The fox in her wants to pounce, and the eagle wants to soar. If she had her wings this week instead of on the upcoming full moon, they'd spread in joy; instead, her existing feathers rustle and it's her turn.

"I'd hate for you not to be able to catch up," she teases - and then jumps, up on top of the garden wall, landing with all the grace of the eagle that now makes up part of her DNA.

Caster follows on to the wall and starts tip-toeing it, twirling round on the heel of his foot. He got this, he can even walk backward, just so he can face Lex.

"Are you suggesting a race? It sounds like you're suggesting a race." Fingerguns. It's perfectly valid for ancient Celt to know that gesture— he learned that from his Master, who's living in 2018. "Don't worry about me, I got my ways to provide a challenge"

And to prove his words he slides down the material of a long glove that reaches half of his upper arm. Shapes built out of runes are painted onto his skin. A sudden thought occurs that Coven could be their finish line, so they'd start the night with Bonding.

The runes make her pause, head tilted - but it's not the pause of someone who has suddenly realized they've bitten off more than they can chew. No, it's the pause of someone who wants to touch, who wants to study; the runes are fascinating and doubly so, now that they're on Caster's skin. ]

Just wait until I have wings, [ she says, but she's still looking at the runes, tracing over the shapes with her eyes. ]

But sure, we can race. Where to?

[ Lex manages, at least, to drag her eyes up to his. There's a little grin there, the thrill of a perceived challenge lighting her up. ]

Then you will fly away and those like me won't be able to reach you anymore. [ Is it possible to be both playful and wistful at the same time? Looks like it is. Wings, even if a change, sound like freedom. What do you do with it? ]

It's the Coven when the Bonding ceremonies happen— [ So it would make the most obvious destination ] —and market where they're dressing everyone up. Choices, choices.

[ It doesn't escape his attention to how studious she looks at the runes. He extends his arm to her, the idea of the race for now postponed for a calmer moment ]

Like what you see? I could give you some like these.

I doubt you'll ever not be able to catch me.

[ Lex smiles at him; when they are Bonded, he'll be able to feel her like an anchor in the darkness, but even now... Caster is a friend, and he's quite skilled. ]

Definitely like them, [ she laughs, and this time she reaches out to fleetingly drag a finger over one of the runes. ] What could they do?

As for the race- the market, I think. Dress-up first.

[ Caster's not so sure of that, spells could level the playing field but without them? In fair game? Aren't chimeras one of the strongest, that easily could also work for the fast. But that's not something to argue.

Though he hasn't Bonded yet, aside for temporary ones here and there. Means he's not truly aware of this package means. ]

Make me stronger, make me faster, make feel no pain— without needing to waste time on chanting and preparing the spell. [ Instant magic! But has to be prepared earlier, takes time and foresight. ] I can figure out more things, especially if there is something you'd like to have.

[ They can chat as they move towards one of those "free outfits" sections ]

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