"I just think you're so wonderful," she would hear him murmur. "I don't want to lose you." * * * Fina squinted before beginning to open closets. * * * "Well, then, I suppose I have you fooled." * * * Theresa watched him leave, a frown on her face before she knelt down, placing her hand on the ground. White magic extending from the spot as she scanned the area for dark magic.
She reached up, resting her hands on his shoulders. They shifted to rest on his neck gently and she rested her forehead against his. "You won't lose me, Sy." *** There was just more dust. Apparently there wasn't much to find, aside from a few old books, written by an author they had not heard of. *** "I'm not fooled. I just know the truth." *** He landed in a tree nearby. She would be able to see him, but he didn't face her, rather fidgeting with his wound defensively. There was some dark magic, but the source, presumably what attacked them, was retreating away. They were safe now.
He watched her, his eyes wide before he kissed her again lightly. "Okay. Let's try it." * * * Fina frowned, opening one of the books by the unknown author. * * * "Mm. That's what they all say." * * * She frowned, sheathing her sword and flying up to him. "Mav, let me see."
She looked up at him hopefully. "We will?" *** It just seemed a fantasy story, nothing of importance. *** She rolled her eyes playfully, lying back on the bed. *** He avoided her, moving away stubbornly.
"If you want to, I'd like to too," he said gently. * * * She frowned, closing it. "Cass?" * * * "Are you tired?" he asked, looking down at her. * * * "I know you're mad," she said sharply, "but it's going to get infected. Don't be a baby."
She nodded, looking up at him. "I'd like that." *** He looked back at her. "Hm?" *** "A little bit," she admitted. "I'll be okay." *** This didn't seem to help, and he flew to a different branch, away from her.
He gave her a shy, hesitant smile before kissing her again, pulling her to him. * * * "Have you found anything?" * ** "You can sleep," he told her, lying next to her. * * * She sighed before following him. "Maverick... c'mon. Let me see you. Please?"
She flushed, wrapping her arms around him affectionately. *** He frowned slightly, approaching. "Nothing helpful. You?" *** "I'll stay up," she said. "It's just been a long day." *** He changed human, holding onto the branch and glaring at her. "I don't want your help."
He brushed her hair back slowly. "Okay. We're doing this." * * * "No. Just a bunch of books." * * * "Yeah, for sure. Why don't you sleep? I'll keep watch." * * * "Yeah, well I'm not too happy with you either. But let me heal you and then we can go our separate ways."
She nodded, leaning into him gently. *** He sighed. "I don't know where to look.." *** "Hm," she murmured. "Alright then." *** He shook his head, starting to climb down. "No. Don't touch me."
He brought her to her chest before speaking slowly. "You won't be able to meet my dad." * * * "Me neither," she said slowly. "Is there an attic? People always find clues in attics." * * * He ran his fingers through her hair gently, falling silent. * * * Her brows furrowed and she glared at him, her lower lip trembling before her temper broke. "Fine! Be petty and get infected. See if I care!"
She looked up at him curiously. "Why not?" *** He grinned, shaking his head slightly. "I'm not sure. Should we look?" *** She closed her eyes, relaxing slowly as she began to drift off.
He hesitated, looking up at her. "He... doesn't like angels." * * * "Yes," she said immediately, taking his hand.
She frowned slightly. "So I can't really meet your family?" *** He nodded, starting off to look for the attic.
"You could meet my mom, I suppose," he said with a small shrug. "But I don't think you'd want to." * * * She followed, her hand in his. * * * Theresa landed on the ground, starting to storm away deeper into the forest.
She looked up at him curiously. "How come?" *** He looked around for a bit, before finding the closed attic door. *** She would feel alone, the woods cold and dark. After a bit of walking, there would be a rustling to her left. Before she could react she would be tackled by something large and dark. It appeared to be a specter that looked like a dog, it's eyes an eerie red as it snapped at her.
"Because... I mean I told you. She's... not quite there." * * * She frowned, looking over his shoulder. "Uh oh." * * * She cried out, falling back against the ground as she brought her foot between herself and the dog, trying to kick it back.
"Well, I know, but.. I don't know." She shrugged. "I don't really want anyone to meet my mom, so I get it." *** He looked down at her. "What?" *** It hardly seemed to stop, continuing to bite at her until a larger, doglike animal jumped in, attacking from the side and knocking it away. Theresa would realize it was a type of wolf that had attacked the dog. The only distinguishing features on it were the marks on its face, similar to Maverick's. The dog got back on its feet and they attacked each other, teeth tearing and gnashing and claws slashing.
"I just would rather not," he said apologetically, folding his hands around hers. * * * "This is definitely haunted," she said, resting her chin on his shoulder. * * * She sat up, her eyes wide as she extended a hand and light streamed from her hand, shoving the dog away from Maverick.
She kissed his hand. "That's okay, I get it." *** He rolled his eyes. "Probably. Let's open it." *** The light seemed to hurt it, and it backed off warily, the eyes glowing. Maverick was panting, stepping back.
