She'll make you cry...

[deals_death]

WHO: Selene (deals_death), Michael Corvin (bloodofboth), and Jade Curtiss (necroshmancer)
WHAT: Rescuing Fetching Michael from the docks after his untimely arrival.
WHERE: The docks, and then on to Selene's home.
WHEN: Immediately after Michael's arrival.

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[bloodofboth]

Michael was surprisingly willing to walk out if she agreed that things were different. In their own world, they had been attracted to each other and maybe more, but it didn't have to be that way here - not if she didn't want it. For all he knew, she had been here a very long time and she had probably met someone.

He stared back at her when she spoke, uncertain. He bit his lower lip, before releasing it. What did it make them? It wasn't something they had ever had a chance to talk about. Michael seemed thoughtful on the matter. "I .. I'm not really sure what that makes us." They had kissed, hadn't they? Even still, he had never been very good with these things.

"We hadn't talked about." He admitted. Had they really needed to though? They both felt it.

[deals_death]

That was all the answer she really needed. What else could that possibly mean? Something had happened, that much was obvious simply by the way he acted around her. He felt something for her, and when she looked in his eyes there was something there that made her stomach jump a in a way she didn't quite understand. It wasn't a familiar feeling to her.

But he seemed so unsure of himself, and that if nothing else was what made her wary. She settled back against the cushions, sighing quietly. Where was she supposed to go from here? What was she supposed to do with him? She couldn't just send him out on the streets, not with their history... even if she hadn't been a part of most of it.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Selene asked at last, gaze flickering back up to him. "You're perfectly welcome to stay here if you like. My roommate seems to have disappeared without a trace, so I have an extra room..."

[necroshmancer]

Almost as in answer, the house seemed to shudder and the night sky burst open, flooding the street with light... a few seconds before lightning poured down from a cloudless sky, pounding and crackling against the cobblestones relentlessly.

Then dry, polite knocking came from the front door, followed, after a short span of silence, by the knob turning, and measured steps of steel-shod military-issue boots resonating in the hall.

Jade shook a snake eyeball off his sleeve, his face a thundercloud, as chunks of charred flesh seemed to rain from the sky in the street behind him. He looked down and noticed he was tracking blood into the house -Natalia would have his head for this- but decided not to worry about it. Vampires weren't as squeamish about blood as young, blonde, princesses.

"Selene, I encountered a few... difficulties... on the way", he called out, "Nothing that couldn't be resolved, of course. But it did make quite a mess in front of your house

[deals_death]

The sudden crackling outside made Selene jump with its suddenness. The polite knock, however, was all she needed to know who was outside that door.

Jade was tall and imposing as ever, and she knew it was him even with that heavy cloak he wore. Even if she hadn't seen him for a while, she recognized that demeanor almost immediately. Augh, but he was tracking blood all over her beautiful wood floors. She may not have been squeamish about blood and gore, but she still didn't care for it getting tracked all over her home.

She sighed heavily, hanging her head into her hands for a moment. She pushed herself up from the couch, wrinkling her nose as she unclasped the cloak from around his neck and tossed it back out onto the porch before closing the door behind him.

"Just... don't step on the carpet," she chided, motioning over to Michael. "Jade, this is Michael. He's... from my home. Michael, this is Jade."

[bloodofboth]

"Selene, I want..." Any words he would have said were cut short by the sudden noise. Michael frowned and turned his attention towards the door. A quick glance at Selene put him a little at ease, he could only assume she knew who was at the door already. Did so few people really visit?

He was still standing by the time the other male had entered and announced himself. The urge to step in front of her, to protect, even if it wasn't needed was calling out to him. He ignored it as best he could. Blue eyes studied the stranger and his nostrils flared at the smell of blood. The part that still held onto his human memories was squeamish about that but the animalistic side was hungry.

Michael offered a smile in greeting, since he wasn't much of a waving kind of guy. It would have to do.

[necroshmancer]

Jade took a few steps into the room while studiously avoiding the carpets - he had just endured a lecture from Natalia and was not in the mood for yet another- then grinned wolfishly as he noticed the newcomer. The necromancer pushed his glasses up his nose, the lenses glinting in the lamplight, before moving closer to Selene and casually resting a hand on her hip.

"So..." he drawled, his pupils narrowing as he turned his crimson eyes to the man on the couch -to Michael-, "This is the pretty boy who is trying to horn in on my woman?"

[deals_death]

Selene's entire face seemed to contort into an expression of confusion and outrage. His woman? What in the name of hell made him think he had any claim to her whatsoever? She scarcely even seen him since the night they first met, and suddenly he was under the impression that she was his?

She crossed her arms over her chest, her annoyance clearly apparent as she narrowed gradually lightening eyes up to Jade, quirking a brow slowly. He was obviously unaware that he had stepped into a somewhat delicate conversation, but that was still no excuse for such behavior.

"Excuse me?" She snapped. "Your woman? Exactly what gave you that impression?"

[bloodofboth]

Michael wasn't much of a guarded person. If he was feeling a certain way, most people (even those who didn't know him) could figure out how he was feeling. That grin pushed him and as if that wasn't enough, the words really did.

It was a little hard to believe it, especially with what they had been talking about prior to this ma Jade's arrival. He was a second away from an outburst, except Selene beat him to the punch.

He glanced between them, waiting for answers. It wasn't his conversation.

[necroshmancer]

Jade laughed, seemingly undaunted by the threats in Selene's gaze, his hand staying firmly placed on her hip.

"Now that's better", he stated, as crimson met blue, "The childlike look of uncertainty I saw on your features when you opened the door does not become you at all."

"You... are a lioness. Make no mistakes, I would have never agreed to our little 'arrangement' if you were anything but. Lambs are not for the likes of us."

[deals_death]

"Yes well, you've left me quite hungry lately in favor of your Emperor." There was a slight biting note of jealousy in her tone, something unconcealed and therefore quite evident. She eyed Michael warily, and then Jade in turn, choosing to take a seat on the couch instead. She slipped out of Jade's grip and flopped down on the couch where she'd been before, leaning onto the arm with her feet tucked up beside her.

Well, if they decided they wanted to get into a pissing contest over something this stupid, she at least wanted to have a good view.

"Lambs or no, I think I have every right to be a bit distraught at the moment."

[necroshmancer]

Jade made his way to the couch, and casually sat down on the plush arm Selene was leaning against. "His Liege can be so difficult sometimes, which, coupled with his nature as a magnet for trouble of all kinds, has kept me busier than I would have liked."

He pushed stray strands of caramel hair behind his ear and leaned forward, closer to Selene, before adding, his voice lowered: "I hate to admit it, but I also spent part of that time with my internal organs on display for all to see". Jade's face twitched as he recalled the pain of Van Grants's sword embedding itself in his middle. "From what I was told, I was hardly a brilliant conversationist then, so you did not miss much."

He then straightened, and flashed a predatory smile. "I'm not yet back in top physical form, alas, but my wit is as sharp as ever."

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