Blood from Stone [AU]

[Vigile]

Bright's His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous gives a slow blink in reply. "I... very rarely have conflict with mortal beasts. I am sure we shall manage soon and well." He hesitates. "Is... are you alright, Vigilante Ruby?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Ruby doesn't answer as Silver walks with him. "He is overwhelmed and exhausted by the day's events. I am taking him home to relax." 

'Home' isn't far, it seems. When they reach the street, just before exiting, they each remove their masks, their outfits changing into ordinary clothing: two handsome elven men, walking with linked arms, chatting amiably about nothing as they make their way out of Coalside. Cedric wears his grey-white hair back in a braid, and he has a gold hoop in one ear, a common indication of his openness to homosexual relations (as though linking arms with a handsome young man wasn't indication enough). Garrett, meanwhile, wears his curls short and loose, falling around him like a mane. 

They lead him to a small, cozy home, only a few blocks from the Tethras Compound, but behind a privacy hedge. There, Garrett gets him a saucer of cream before Cedric pulls his lover onto the sofa, wraps his arms around him, cradles him close. "Are you quite alright?" he asks, in a low, soothing tone. 

[Vigile]

The pavitra inclines his head in thanks before lapping at the cream- he, of course, needs not food nor drink to survive, but greatly enjoys the fact that it was offered. The taste is nice as well. As he does so, he focuses more of his attention on Garrett than his drink, though he tries to keep it indirect.

[GamesMaster]

There's someone else watching the pavitra watching Garrett: a fat, black, short-furred cat with suspicious green eyes and a hint of white coloring right around the nose. She stares intently, tail waving, crouched under a chair, already plotting his downfall....

[Marian Hawke]

"I'm sorry," Garrett murmurs, bowing his head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Hey," says Cedric, sharply.

[Marian Hawke]

Garrett swallows another apology, nodding. He slides off the couch, then, dropping to his knees and bowing his head. "Apologies, sir."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"There's a good lad," coos Cedric gently, reaching to stroke Garrett's hair. "There's a good lad. Nice and easy. Remember your breathing."

[Vigile]

His attention shifting to the newcomer, the silvanshee stands, then inclines his head slightly. Meeting the cat's gaze, he holds it for a second, then blinks, twice, slowly. Coughing slightly, he forces his mindset just a little to the side, new words, new manners of speech coming into focus. "Me new hunter in den. Am His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous. Share kill?" he offers.

[GamesMaster]

Whiskers hisses. «My territory. My too-big kits. No share.» 

Her territory defined, she turns and flees further into the house.

[Vigile]

Lovely. Shifting his attention back to the two elves, he takes another mouthful of cream. Certainly not going to let it go to waste.

[Coquette Blacquin]

The elves have shifted subtly while he wasn't paying attention. Garrett's hair has grown longer, falling further down his back, and his hands have grown smaller, more delicate, while his hips have widened somewhat. Cedric, too, has changed; his hair remains the same length, but his ears are more delicate, his facial structure daintier, his hips wider. Ah, of course: even their unmasked faces are a disguise of some kind, one they've now removed in favor of kneeling on the floor embracing each other, Garrett still trembling slightly in Cedric's arms. 

"It's alright. You're safe. You're okay. I'm here," Cedric is saying gently, over and over.

[Vigile]

Ears slicking back, the pavitra abandons the cream to slink over to the pair. Moving swiftly, he goes to wind around the pair, purring loudly. I do not know much of how to care for a mortal aside from a spot of healing magic and skill, but I have often seen that they find this sound comforting. As well they should.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She's having a minor panic attack," says Cedric, and his voice is both higher and gentler, as well as more melodic. Wait, she? That's the subtle difference: they've both changed their sexes, and their genders along with them if the pronoun is anything to go by. "It will pass in a moment."

[Vigile]

"Is there aught I can fetch or do to assist," he asks quietly, nuzzling against the rapidly breathing young woman's leg.