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[ About a day or so after the Southern wizards return from their mission, Day's gonna knock on Ginger's door. He's got a bottle of wine from the gift basket he received and it's high time he pays a social call. ]
[ Yes, he hears it so he doesn’t answer the door, goodbye -
No, he answers promptly. He’s dressed down today, outside of his work uniform for once. Just a cozy sweater and some sweats. When he sees Solomon, his mouth makes a funny sound. ]
Smlmnmn.
[ Solomon’s name through gritted teeth. ]
… Why?
No, he answers promptly. He’s dressed down today, outside of his work uniform for once. Just a cozy sweater and some sweats. When he sees Solomon, his mouth makes a funny sound. ]
Smlmnmn.
[ Solomon’s name through gritted teeth. ]
… Why?
Hey there, Ginger. You busy right now?
...And uh, do you drink?
[ "Day isn't it like noon or something" Why yes he is suggesting day drinking this time. ]
...And uh, do you drink?
[ "Day isn't it like noon or something" Why yes he is suggesting day drinking this time. ]
[ The space is simple, clean lines and pale colors accenting the largely white rooms. It is very much single-guy-with-no-hobbies type of room.
Ginger gestures to the cushioned banquette bench connected to the large bay windows. A small oak table with a vase of white-pink lilies complete the nook. Solomon can sit there if he wants. That’s where Ginger sits. ]
I’m as alive as everyone else is. Come on, you’re not worried about that.
Ginger gestures to the cushioned banquette bench connected to the large bay windows. A small oak table with a vase of white-pink lilies complete the nook. Solomon can sit there if he wants. That’s where Ginger sits. ]
I’m as alive as everyone else is. Come on, you’re not worried about that.
Mika was reacting on instinct. But this isn't about his intentions, instinctual or otherwise.
[He would rather not turn this into a name and shame session.]
An angel would be pretty cautious, and a demon would have more self-preservation outside of their temptations. So your choice is a curious one to me.
[He would rather not turn this into a name and shame session.]
An angel would be pretty cautious, and a demon would have more self-preservation outside of their temptations. So your choice is a curious one to me.
[ To me, he wants to argue. Mika had made as much of a choice as he could. ]
Not sure where you got that idea. Besides, I wasn’t in any danger, so self-preservation wasn’t needed.
[ An untruth, not a lie. The words are right, but the truth isn’t there. What happened that night was entirely selfish on his part. ]
I can protect myself, you know.
Not sure where you got that idea. Besides, I wasn’t in any danger, so self-preservation wasn’t needed.
[ An untruth, not a lie. The words are right, but the truth isn’t there. What happened that night was entirely selfish on his part. ]
I can protect myself, you know.
[ Oh Ginger, buddy. There's an amused smile from Day as he steps into the room. ]
I was talkin' 'bout alcohol, but it's fine if you don't.
I was talkin' 'bout alcohol, but it's fine if you don't.
Just through experience.
[He leans his chin against one hand, brow raising slightly.]
What about others?
You said that was your job, as a nephilim. Protection, correct? And yet you have a strange fascination that goes beyond that. [Something off. He can't quite pinpoint it enough, and it's not as obvious as someone like Asmodeus or Mammon. But it's a start. Would that core that made a demon tick still thrive even in a being like Ginger?]
What was it you said that night?
"Only you"?
[He leans his chin against one hand, brow raising slightly.]
What about others?
You said that was your job, as a nephilim. Protection, correct? And yet you have a strange fascination that goes beyond that. [Something off. He can't quite pinpoint it enough, and it's not as obvious as someone like Asmodeus or Mammon. But it's a start. Would that core that made a demon tick still thrive even in a being like Ginger?]
What was it you said that night?
"Only you"?
[ The room is airy in the way simplicity tends to be, lots of open spaces in white, accented by pale colors. The many shades of Heaven, landscapes of clouds and sky.
The main draw is the bay windows with its attached banquette bench, cushioned and pillowed in lieu of a proper couch. The white curtains, drawn open, welcomes in rays of light. And in front of the bench sits an oak table with a vase of lilies. ]
Ah, I don’t really have much of an opportunity to drink with - [ Friends? Are they friends? Maybe they could be in time. Ginger doesn’t have much experience with making friends. (Well, he hasn’t wanted to make new friends since… ever.) ] - people I know.
Sit whenever you’d like.
The main draw is the bay windows with its attached banquette bench, cushioned and pillowed in lieu of a proper couch. The white curtains, drawn open, welcomes in rays of light. And in front of the bench sits an oak table with a vase of lilies. ]
Ah, I don’t really have much of an opportunity to drink with - [ Friends? Are they friends? Maybe they could be in time. Ginger doesn’t have much experience with making friends. (Well, he hasn’t wanted to make new friends since… ever.) ] - people I know.
Sit whenever you’d like.
I can only try, right? [ He can say he wants to protect everyone, but realistically, it’ll depend on what he’s capable of in the moment. What he’s allowed. ] I do… want to protect some of you more than others.
[ Equal opportunity protection until someone important to him gets hurt. He’s pretty blatant about his favorites, and he’s not sorry about it. ]
… Only me.
[ Equal opportunity protection until someone important to him gets hurt. He’s pretty blatant about his favorites, and he’s not sorry about it. ]
… Only me.
[His finger taps against his chin, a slow and casual movement, the weight of his ring heavy against his skin.]
That's only natural. No one can prioritize everything.
You seemed so frightened to speak your mind, though. Is that not something you're proud of? Knowing what it is you want?
That's only natural. No one can prioritize everything.
You seemed so frightened to speak your mind, though. Is that not something you're proud of? Knowing what it is you want?
[ The smile that twists Ginger’s lips is so blatantly not one, that he doesn’t consider it fake. ]
Sure, I’m scared. But if I told you: Solomon, I only want you to think of me. Only me. For the eternity that we live.
If I told any normal person that, don’t you think they’ll run?
Sure, I’m scared. But if I told you: Solomon, I only want you to think of me. Only me. For the eternity that we live.
If I told any normal person that, don’t you think they’ll run?
Hahah - you wound me!
[anyway]
All I mean is it's nothing new, dear Ginger. To be drawn so intensely to an emotion, a sin, an idea... I'd say that is perfectly normal for a demon.
You surprise me in the fact that you can even fight that part of you in the first place. I think it shows a fascinating side of you. That's all.
[anyway]
All I mean is it's nothing new, dear Ginger. To be drawn so intensely to an emotion, a sin, an idea... I'd say that is perfectly normal for a demon.
You surprise me in the fact that you can even fight that part of you in the first place. I think it shows a fascinating side of you. That's all.
Edited (Redundancy :crymeow:) 2024-04-22 20:14 (UTC)
It’s because… [ Slow as he feels out the answer. ] I only feel that way about one person. Ah, no - specific people now.
I’m not - fighting. I’m… [ He opens his hand, then clenches it into a fist, one finger at a time. The end result is tight and restricting. ] Waiting.
[ Biding. ]
I’m not - fighting. I’m… [ He opens his hand, then clenches it into a fist, one finger at a time. The end result is tight and restricting. ] Waiting.
[ Biding. ]
[His eyes flick to that tension, then back to Ginger.]
Hm. In that, you really seem different from him.
[Not that he would want to put Ginger through that sort of meeting.
He sits up straight with an elongated stretch of his arms over his head like a lazy cat.]
So-- mm, you plan to follow through, then? Back home, or here?
Hm. In that, you really seem different from him.
[Not that he would want to put Ginger through that sort of meeting.
He sits up straight with an elongated stretch of his arms over his head like a lazy cat.]
So-- mm, you plan to follow through, then? Back home, or here?
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