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Klaire:
Klaire walked them to the car, she got them to her house, she even got them in the door. It was when the door was closed to the outside world that she got upset. Rook sat by Ylva, watching but not wanting to interrupt, he would help when she calmed down but not when he could get hurt. Also because she was currently telling him to stay. Ylva had never seen her like this before. It was a calm kind of angry.
She stalked from one end of the room to the other, hands clenching and then opening. "Who the FUCK did they think they were? I don't want to join a group, I am perfectly fine on my own. High and mighty and its gotta be their way" She walks into the kitchen, and Rook follows behind, snuffling Ylva and generally keeping an eye on his master. When in the kitchen, she puts a teapot on the stove, turns that on. Then she puts a bowl in the sink, turns it on the water and walking away to get mugs. On her way back she hands Ylva a mug and points to a rack of tea packets while she turns off the sink. She does not once touch the teapot again but does turn the stove on.
"Want some tea, or I can make you some hot chocolate?" She grabs some tea for herself, and at that moment, not even a minute after the teapot was put down, the kettle was starting to whistle.
Ylva:
Ylva tries to smile through it letting Klaire let it out.
"Id love a hot chocolate hun."
Klaire:
She grabs some swiss miss from one of the counters, giving Ylva a packet as she puts the bowl, now empty, from the sink back to its place next to the sink. She then grabs the hot water and makes them tea and hot chocolate respectively.
"They have just...so much nerve. I have been at this for years and can handle myself. Hell, I've dedicated my life to finding people who accidentally got wrapped up with this stuff. Why do I need them?" She puts the tea pot down, grabbing some sugar. "Marshmallows?"
Ylva:
Ylva nods. "Yes please."
Trying to contain her emotions she squeezes at the cup. After a few moments Klaire hears a shattering sound as it shatters.
"Fuck."
Ylva bounces back shaking her hand clean.
"Sorry."
Klaire:
Klaire's head whips around at the shattering sound.
"Fuck, are you hurt? Hold on don't move." She waves a hand and the mug and its contents disappear from her hands. A dull thud is heart in the trashcan. "Here, give me your hands."
She kneels in front of Ylva, inspecting her lover's hands for any cuts.
Ylva:
Ylva let's her worry. Though she was able to move fast enough to only have a few light scratches.
"Im okay. Just. Not used to it."
Klaire:
Klaire takes a few breaths, focusing on the hands, and then on the next one she breathes in deeply and Ylva's hands have a cooling sensation as all the pain melts away. Klaire's hands go to her pockets as she looks back at the counter.
"I can make you more? Just...be a bit more careful with it ok? I don't want to buy a whole set of mugs." She gives a half joking smile, taking a deep breath. Seeing her calmer, Rook comes over to snuffle her and make sure she is ok.
Ylva:
Ylva sighs figuring out exactly what she did.
"You didn't have to do that hun."
She shakes her head.
"Maybe not today. Gotta get used to this with normal mugs."
Klaire:
"Well I can't exactly have you bleeding on my floor." She washes her hands, and the iron like smell of blood hits Ylva's nose. Its gone just a second later as Klaire's hands are washed off and she grabs a paper towel.
"Plus...well I love you and want to take care of you. Well...where I can at least. I'm guessing that was from something I can't see?" She pets Rook who is snuffling at her hand and licking it like dogs tend to do with wounds.
Ylva:
"You can and should." But she sighs letting it drop with a tilted head.
"Kinda. My body doesn't exactly pay attention to human limitations. This includes my ability to crush things."
Klaire:
"Ylva, I have hid these things from you for 5 years. Now I can use them without worrying about you, and so I will use them if it makes your life easier, ok?"
She crosses the room, takes a sip of her tea, then goes to Ylva for a hug.
"Well I guess that makes sense. It just means your hugs must be nice, right?"
Ylva:
"I can turn into a fox. It doesn't make it a good idea right now."
She hugs Klaire carefully.
"Id hope so."
Klaire:
"A fox? Well you have always been pretty cunning." Klaire ponders for a minute. "No, probably not. I don't want to get you in trouble with...whatever your group is. The mage called you the Lost? Is that what I should call you?"
She continues the hug. "Hm...yeah they are nice. I've missed this."
Ylva:
"I think I'm still Ylva but I am one of the lost too."
She reaches up kissing her cheek, tippy toes given the height difference.
"I've missed you too sweetie."
Klaire:
Rook scoots himself between their legs, looking up expectantly for pats since they got a hug. His tail was at approximately mach cute and would remain at that speed until they gave him pets!
"Of course you're still Ylva. I mean like...how she called me a 'Sleepwalker'. Granted...I do talk in my sleep so..." She buries her head in Ylva's shoulder. "I've missed you too...and I know it's been even longer for you."
Ylva:
Ylva reaches down to pat Rook with a tail before realizing that won't work and reaches out a hand.
"Okay. Now that we have had our sappy moment can we talk?"
Klaire:
Rook was satisfied and the tail called down to Mach...well probably not a lot but it was still wagging.
Klaire stays in the hug a moment longer before nodding. "I...yeah, we probably should."
She sits down at the table.
"Ylva...what is this...Free Council?" She gives a look like she already knows the answer.
Ylva:
Ylva picks her up, chair and all if required, and moves them to sit by a window.
"I don't know, but really, im guessing it's a Mage faction but that's about it."
Klaire:
It does take the whole chair, Klaire scrabbling to grab onto Ylva.
"I- YLVA" she does calm down a bit when shes put down. Rook barks once ans runs around, thinking they'll playing. "Well besides it being a mage group, you don't seem to know a lot about it. I...really don't like not knowing. Are you even sure they're doing good things? What if they're like...the evil Mages or something?"
Ylva:
Ylva does look to Rook with a smile wishing she was playing not having deep meaningful conversations.
"Well, one of them spends a lot of time as a fox and is." A wave of the arms. "I don't actually know what. Dating? Vorpal. I don't trust my judgement and I'm on the fence about both of them but I trust Vorp."
She smiles looking out the window.
"Pretty sure it's illegal to be a fox and be evil."
Trying her best to make the human face make a foxy expression.
Klaire:
"Well I wouldn't mind being a fox...wait...er...is that insensitive? Sorry if it was." She looks sheepishly towards Ylva's ears...or where she thinks they are.
"I'm glad you trust Vorp...but I don't know who they are either?" Rook runs off to grab a ball and gives it to Ylva. "But I still don't trust them...are there other groups you like more?"
Ylva:
Ylva chuckles flattening said ears.
"I dunno. It has its ups and downs."
"Maybe you can meet her one day. She is, um, intense."
A twitch of her back as she throws the ball for Rook.
"Well the other options I know are vampires, that involves dying. Not a fan of that one. This really is your only good option hun."
Klaire:
"Is rather not die, yeah. But...maybe meeting Vorp would be nice too?"
She puts her hands on her knees, taking a few deep breaths. Rook comes back with the ball, drops it, and nudges it to Ylva.
"I don't like that they aren't giving me a choice...but I want to be here for you. I really don't like them. I'm in love with you, not with them, ok?"
Ylva:
She tosses the ball again with a smile then turns back to Klaire losing that smile.
"Hun. They are being honest with you that's all. It's not them that aren't giving you a choice. I dragged you into the deep end."
Klaire:
Rook bumps one of the chairs on the way out, chasing after the ball. Theres a loud huff from the other room as he works to get the ball out from under the couch.
Klaire wasn't smiling either. "I...guess? It's not your fault...I'm glad you told me cause honestly if you hadn't I was getting ready to peek into your head...and that would have ended worse. But...I'm an empathetic person, Ylva. I knew something was wrong and I poked...this is just the consequences for me being curious."
Ylva:
"I know. I just don't want you to blame others. This is on me if anything."
She leans forward.
"I don't want you to get hurt by everything that goes bump in the night. There are Huntsman active in Philly looking for our kind."
Klaire:
"Its not on you hun, promise." Klaire leans forward, resting her head against Ylvas...AND ROOK RETURNS! He has the ball!
Klaire takes the ball this time and throws it for him, letting him scramble off to work off the energy.
"That's part of my problem. I have gotten hurt by some of the things that go bump in the night...but its always been things working alone. Not with a group of their own. I'm worried if I join a group, the ones in a group, like these Huntsmen, will start targeting me too."
Ylva:
"They already will. They will hurt you to get to me."
She reaches a hand out for Klaire.
"I nearly got shot because vampires were hunting one of my friends. Please hun. I need you to be safe."
Klaire:
Klaire hesitates, taking a few breaths and reaching out for Ylva's hand in return. She rests her forehead on Ylva's like she's trying to broadcast a message between their brains...which is silly cause Klaire could actually do that.
"I...if I join a group, will that make you safer? It means your life is easier?"
Ylva:
"It will make you safer. Which will make me worry less. That kinda makes my life easier. Does that count?"
Klaire:
"No, not really...but...this is important to you. I don't like it." She grab's Ylva's hand with both her hands. "And I'm going to be a bitch about it, but I'll join. Does that work?"
Ylva:
"It helps with my anxiety. Not waking up worried about you means I can put more effort towards my other. Problems."
Klaire:
"Fine...I'll join. I guess the mages are still my best bet so I'll join them...but I still be cautious until they earn my trust too, I know they want me to earn theirs."
Rook comes back, now a different toy. He seems to have forgotten about the ball.
"But one condition. If you ever have a problem I can help with, reach out to me, ok? I don't care what it is, I will help you out."
Ylva:
Ylva grabs the new toy tug of warring for a bit before chucking it.
"I never asked you to throw caution to the wind my love. Always be careful."
She hesitates. Chewing her lip.
"I'll. try."
Klaire:
Rook gives a fight but Ylva is the stronger of the two. He bounds off after it.
"I will be. Or I'll be dead. That is kinda how its always been." She nods slowly, kissing Ylva's cheek. "Thank you...I don't know how to get in contact with the Mages though."
Ylva:
Ylva chuckles.
"Honestly, neither. I just hung out in a park near Fox until they noticed. Why don't we have coffee with Vorp and see if she knows, two birds 3 stones that sort of thing."
Klaire:
"We can do that. I'll be glad to meet Vorp. And...well, make sure she's taking care of you too."
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