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WHO: Cassian and Sanzo in one, Cassian and Amberdrake in another
WHAT: DINNER TIME and A brief material run
WHEN: Shortly after Christmas, before the shops in Fayren close.
WHERE: Everglade and Fayren
WARNINGS: Gore, violence, mentions of cannibalism

4 SANZO
He'd gone too long. He knew he'd over extended himself, the gift he got from Tannusen could only last so long. Wheezing, stiff, the faint sound of flutes beginning to sound in the back of his mind, tonight had to be the night. He wasn't going to risk it all again, he couldn't. He couldn't keep relying on someone else here to patch him up every time he fell into shit.

He was a grown man. He could take care of this.

As it had been for two thousand years, the hunt was on. As it had been for two thousand years, the iron dagger found its mark, the husk soulless yes, but oh how they screamed like any real living thing would. Once, perhaps, he would have shrunk away from the sound. A long time ago, he'd be frantic to silence them, clumsily slashing at vocal cords and sobbing in fear and horror-

He knew how to work now, and the screaming was quickly silenced to pathetic, wet gurgling as the cloaked man snapped ribs with ease, feeling the rippling sensation of that thing pulsing in the back of his head, feeding his meager strength. Peeling the membrane off the heart. Sinking his teeth in and silencing the husk forever.

Blood everywhere. It stank of it, but the pain in his body and his lungs faded with every bite, even if it couldn't fully sate the beast. Just another bandaid.

But for now, it would do.
4 Amberdrake

Of course, Everglade wouldn't have the materials he needed. No one would stock in the type of silver he required, and he didn't even ask any shops there. Seemed like a good way to get a lot of unwanted attention. So, wrapped up in fleece and wool, cranky and miserable and cold, headed for Fayren.

They'd have what he needed, or at least part of it. He could always return home and finish blessing it all later. He had some energy in his step now, so the little man was going to be quite the obnoxious terror in Fayren, picky and fussy with everything he picked up, viciously haggling every single object down.

"I'll only be takin' pure silver, and not anything else. I don't want any steel or nickle in any of this- What else is in this mirror? Oi! Tis a real question, does it look like I'm foolin' with ye?"

Yeah. Not a good day for Fayren.

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Watch and be amazed, as this man makes direct eye contact and says, with no hint of stammer, hesitation or consideration:

"It's stimulatin'. Wakes ye up in the mornin', I do it daily."

Tannusen just looked Cassian up and down. Mostly down, with their height difference. "Uh, huh."

And he headed for the stairs down, apparently satisfied with his verdict on the situation.

"Tis true, may God strike me down." Said with the conviction of a man who knows better, heading down the stairs behind him and for the kitchen.

"... There's coffee too."

Just some friends. Having a sleep over. Only they're adults and shared a bed.

No big deal nothing weird here.

"Ugh, coffee. Of course there's coffee," Tannusen went straight into the kitchen and started rummaging around, anyway. Apparently he was going to cook breakfast, by the looks of things.

"Of course of course there's coffee." He goes to immediately drag the bacon out of the fridge.

"Don't bother lookin' for much else. I got black tea an' that's it."

"Black tea is just fine," Tannu plucked the bacon out of Cassian's hands. "How about I handle the cold meat? I think you've done enough of that for the morning."

He does try to snatch it back, snarling as Tannu oh so dared to make that joke at him.

"Ye ain't funny!" SHUT UP, TANNU.

"Quit bein' a bloody prat!"

"Yes, get that blood pumping before the poor thing falls off like an icicle in the spring," Tannusen laughed, holding the bacon up. What you gonna do, Cass, jump and risk some friction?

He's going to scream inside, then throw up his hands and march over to make his own damn coffee..

"Quit talkin' about it!"

"You could always occupy my mouth with something else," Tannusen was on a roll, today. Bacon secured, he went hunting for a pan of... well, any type. A stick? What did people as backwards as Cassian use, anyway.

There's a very nice cast iron pan, and a typical non stick steel one. Take your pick.

As for Tannu, a very well thrown sugar spoon sails in his heads general direction, accompanied with the sweet sound of the priest cursing him out in Gaelic.

Tannu paused as though surprised and half-turned to look at Cassian, one eyebrow up. "Is that a yes?"

See, sometimes the language barrier could be twisted right back around into one's favor if you were clever enough.

"DOES IT SOUND LIKE A FECKIN' YES?!"

Cass.

Cass no.

Cass you were so clever last night why Cass.

Tannusen didn't seem phased by the raise in volume. His eyebrow remained up. "Well, I mean, I've had some extraordinarily enthusiastic 'yeses' given to that offer..."

"WELL THIS AIN'T ONE OF 'EM!"

Ding! The coffee that he so clearly, deeply needs is done, and with another curse he goes to pour it.

Like... Like a lot of it.

Shit, Cass.

Tannusen squinted at Cassian very closely, waiting for the stove to heat up his chosen pan to the temperature he wanted. He was looking for any shaking in the priest's hands.

Meanwhile, he shrugged his jacket off again and set it aside, and took both gloves off, before unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Grease splatters were a thing with bacon, okay? Okay.

Of course, the scarring Cassian had seen yesterday didn't stick to just the one hand, or stop at the little bit of wrist that had been visible at the cuff of his shirt. His wrists were ringed in scarring in particular, smooth and old, pale and shiny. And both forearms had clearly encountered their share of knives and burns.

All of him is shaking, Tannu. Every inch. He starts drinking coffee like it's coolaid, all the while staring at him grumpily as if looks alone might be enough to shut up him.

More scars, though by now, he'd gotten used to the idea of a fairy having them. Didn't stop him from looking, curiosity was a sin of his, no disgust at all.

Just... quiet curiosity.

"So, just to be clear," Tannusen started laying bacon out on the hot pan, talking over the immediate sizzle, "you don't want me to suck your dick? It's stimulating. Wakes you up in the morning... and I do indeed do it daily."

Look out.

He just threw a fork, we've upgraded from charming to pointy.

"Ow!" It didn't actually hurt. "That's still not a no. And if you think violence turns me off, you've really misread me."

NO. HE INVITED YOU TO BREAKFAST. GOD AS HIS WITNESS.

YOU WILL STAY.

So he just storms out of the kitchen.

And comes back real quick for the rest of the pot of coffee.

Okay now he's really in the living room for real. He may or may not be drinking directly out of the pot now.

Tannusen dropped his act once Cassian seemed to have settled down out of sight, his expression going flat and unfriendly as he poked at the bacon. Part of him was really mad at himself for having such a strict moral code when it came to consent... he'd deemed Cassian incapable of actual consent, last night. It was better to stick with his gut in these matters, but that didn't mean he couldn't be mad at himself about it.

Assassination? Cannibalism? Incredibly raunchy sex parties? Burglary? Breaking people out of prisons for money? He was good with all that. Throw in the slightest whiff of consent being dubious in such a situation, however, and he'd sooner lock himself back up in irons.

How aggravating. Tannusen was so aggravating! To himself!

Meanwhile, in the living room paced Cassian, coffee cup in one hand, coffee pot in another.

He regretted inviting him. He knew what state of mind he was in last night, he would have regretted the morning no matter what happened. Stupid, that's what that was. He should have cussed him out on the roof that night and slammed the door in his face. Given him what he expected instead of reaching for something else.

Stupid.

And now due to his own stupid feelings, he was continuing to be stupid, and allowing Tannusen to remain in the house instead of rightfully kicking him out, and once more, giving him exactly what he expected. There was an expectation here, and he was not only failing to meet it, he was doing it by his own violation.

Refill on the coffee, repeat.

Well now what? Kicking him out was still out of the question, they'd shared a bed even if nothing happened. He felt bad enough about that, twice over if he threw the fairy out without breakfast or a drink or a proper thank you, because hadn't it been nice? Even if it wasn't real?

Refill on the coffee.

He needed to find a book with a decent enough explanation in it somewhere about this. Some horseshit that could make this all go down a little easier.

Tannusen raked his free hand through his hair, loosening the tie holding it up. Chimerically, his claws slit open his scalp, just a little. Enough to focus.

Right. Focus.

This was all stupid.

He finished up the bacon and moved the slices onto a plate, putting the rest back where it went. If Cassian wanted eggs, he'd have to tackle that himself.

Tannusen was a pooka; lies were easy. "I'm needed at my bar," he called out, picking up his gloves and jacket. "The bacon's done and the stove's off."

And then he was gone. He'd even reappear at Velvet Lust. What good was owning your own bar if you couldn't get drunk in it when it was closed for the day, anyway?

Oh.

Oh thank god, an exit. Thank you so much.

"Right, course. ... Teleport safely."

What. What else do you fucking say. He makes sure he can't hear a sound from that kitchen before he even sets foot in it. Then he's just going to eat bacon until he's sick and go back to bed.

Today is a wash.

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