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Post by Soprano on Mar 28, 2011 13:17:00 GMT -6
“No I’m sorry, there’s something wrong with the portal machines,” Selene said insistently to an agitated Dago, who was apparently trying to leave the Library.
Dago was trying to go feed, because he was a week overdue. Selene had told him the same thing last week and every day since then. He looked downright twitchy.
“You said that last week! What’s wrong with them and when will they be back up?” Dago said, trying to keep from yelling.
“There’s a flaw with all of them and I haven’t figured out exactly where it is yet,” she said, her eyes flashing angrily, “Like I said yesterday, I’ll let you know when this is fixed.”
Dago had to bite his tongue from saying a lot of things he wouldn’t be able to take back. He instead said nothing and stormed back to the main Library. He flopped down on one of the couches and ran his hands through his hair.
He was starting to think Selene had it out for him, but he already knew she couldn’t suspect anything… right? He didn’t know it, but she hadn’t been saying the same thing to anyone else.
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Post by lillium on Mar 28, 2011 19:42:48 GMT -6
Simon had been sitting on one of the couches in the main Library, scratching away with a pencil at his paper quickly. He had a complete outline of a story! That was good! Simon could occasionally get a complete story out, but a lot of the time he ended up giving up halfway through or simply losing motivation to finish, and so it was nice to finish an outline every so often.
He shed many, many tears every November.
Simon's head shot up when Dago slumped down on the sofa. He didn't really know who Dago was, but he'd seen him around. He seemed to be really close to Marian and Simon suspected that there was something going on between the two of them, but he wasn't sure. He noticed that Dago looked upset about something. Maybe a lover's spat?
People in love were always so ungrateful, just concerned about themselves and their partner.
"Are you alright?" he still asked, despite his cynical outlook.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 28, 2011 21:41:02 GMT -6
Dago hadn’t noticed anyone in the main Library, but he wasn’t working at full efficiency right now. It was getting to a point where even with the willpower ring, it was bad. He pulled his hands off of his face to see who was speaking to him, but he heard their heartbeat before he saw them. God, it was like someone was beating a bass drum next to his head. It was giving him a headache.
It was someone he didn’t know, must have come to the Library in the time he’d been gone. Dago couldn’t even summon up his name, but that might have been the headache.
“I’m fine, I just planned on leaving, but apparently I can’t,” he said finally, “No big deal, just frustrating.”
Frustrating didn’t even cover it, but that wasn’t something he was allowed to talk about. If only it were so uncomplicated as a lover’s spat, though the thought was hilarious. Dago was always walking a fine line with Marian, though he tried really fucking hard to stay on the good side. It was really pointless when one was a demon, sleeping with the Head of the Order who killed demons…
Dago squinted a little, practically hearing Simon’s blood run through his veins. His head was a bit too cloudy to be charming right now and he was trying to decide if taking a nip from one of the students was really such a bad thing…
“I don’t know your name,” he said, moving over to Simon’s couch, “I’m Dago.”
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Post by lillium on Mar 28, 2011 22:00:31 GMT -6
Simon blinked. "Oh," he said. He didn't really understand how leaving was such a big tragedy, but he supposed it could work somehow. Maybe he wanted his space or something? Simon wasn't sure; he'd only seen Dago creeping around in Marian's office before and he hadn't ever really thought to ask anyone about him.
"I'm Simon," Simon said, putting out his hand for Dago to shake. "Nice to meet you." His accent was showing through, but he didn't really care. He couldn't even really notice his accent- It was how he had spent his entire life talking, after all.
"I haven't really seen you around here very much," he noted. Well, maybe this was a good way to figure out how to know more about this mysterious guy. Yes, bringing up a question in the form of a statement. That was a good way to find out not very top-secret information, or at least Simon thought so.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 28, 2011 22:13:27 GMT -6
Dago wasn’t really concerned with how he looked to the newer mages, he’d only really been acquainted with Hans and Vida, both of which he had a hand in bringing here. He didn’t realize he seemed mysterious, but would have relished the image.
Dago looked at Simon’s hand for half a moment before he shook it. He didn’t really like to shake hands much anymore; his hands were freezing all of the time. He did notice Simon’s accent. Sexy.
He wasn’t sure how to answer Simon’s not-question, mostly because being closer to him made his head pound a lot more. The thoughts running through his head had very little to do with not being seen very often.
When he finally got his head wrapped around what Simon had said, he realized that he probably didn’t see Selene or Zed around much either. It wasn’t like they had to train or anything, but their case was wildly different than his.
“I don’t exactly train much,” he said finally, realizing he was staring at Simon’s neck watching his veins pump blood.
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Post by lillium on Mar 28, 2011 22:19:23 GMT -6
Simon blinked. Wow, Dago's hands were freezing. Well, some people had cold hands, he might as well just stay quiet about it and not offend anyone, especially someone who seemed to have been around longer than he had. Dago did look older than him, too, and if he didn't train much that meant that he was more powerful- At least, that was what Simon assumed.
"Uh, are you alright?" Simon asked when he noticed Dago staring at his neck. He put his hand there, wondering if he had somehow gotten dirt or something on it. He wasn't sure why he would have dirt on his neck; he hadn't been outside for a while. Still, though, this was a magical place, so one never really did know.
Dago was acting kind of. . Weird, though. Simon wondered if he was just normally a really creepy person like this- And if he was, how could Marian stand to keep him around?
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Post by Soprano on Mar 28, 2011 22:35:23 GMT -6
God dammit, Dago thought. He was getting to a point he was worried he’d be feral and accidentally kill someone. That was the clincher, Marian was a lot less likely to get pissed off that he fed off a student than if he accidentally killed one, uncontrollable or not. Unfortunately for Simon, he was it. Dago had a few scraps of sense left to figure that out.
Dago didn’t realize how odd he was acting, but he had a long time to make up afterward.
“I’m fine,” he said suddenly clearer and more alert, “Can I ask you a strange question?”
He was using glamour now, which he normally suppressed while in the Library. He figured he’d use his normal tactics that he used on someone outside. It was really easy to just replace those memories and leave the person thinking they just had a surreal erotic fantasy about him.
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Post by lillium on Mar 28, 2011 22:43:04 GMT -6
Simon raised his eyebrows. "Sure," he said. Alright, so Dago was fine. Simon had no idea that glamour was being used on him, or even that glamour really existed. Despite being a writer, a mage, and a demon hunter, he didn't believe in the Sidhe or glamour or any of that. Perhaps he should have.
He was trusting Dago now, something he felt was totally natural and didn't realize wasn't at all. Thankfully for Dago, Simon wouldn't go off and tell Marian what had happened if he was under the influence of glamour or had been hypnotized into thinking it was an erotic fantasy- Really, why would he tell Marian that? That would just be awkward on so many levels.
Simon honestly thought that Dago was just another mage. He wasn't sure what kind of mage- Maybe some kind of stealthy spy mage or something? Still, though, a normal mage, not a demon or anything. Why would the leader of a demon hunting faction keep around a demon?
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Post by Soprano on Mar 28, 2011 22:54:02 GMT -6
Dago hoped this didn’t bite him in the ass later and threw caution into the wind. If he was hesitant or unconfident for too long, it would affect the glamour. He put on the glamour full stop; trying to influence Simon into thinking he was irresistible. That should only be a little difficult, considering he’d been acting strangely earlier.
He started moving closer to Simon’s side of the couch. He locked eyes with him, sealing this deal. He didn’t hear or smell anyone close, but this would have to be quick. Just to make it so he wouldn’t involuntarily attack anyone; that was his excuse.
“Do you find me attractive?” he asked in a low voice.
If things were going well, Simon would say yes, or something similar. Dago wasn’t sure how honest glamour made people. As he got closer, Dago realized how small Simon was. Oh well, better on the couch then.
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Post by lillium on Mar 29, 2011 20:41:17 GMT -6
"Yes," Simon answered automatically. Before the glamour, well, he'd already found Dago attractive, and now Dago was just getting more and more attractive by the second, as if Simon had been drinking a few beers or something. He didn't realize that, though- He thought it was completely and utterly natural.
Simon didn't drink, anyway, not ever. His father had died from being a drunk, and like hell Simon was going to go down that path. He just wanted to write, not end up like F. Scott Fitzgerald or Ernest Hemingway, addicted to some disgusting substance.
So, Simon avoided alcohol, at all costs. If someone asked him if he wanted to go drinking, he just declined and said he was deathly allergic to the stuff.
Obviously, as he was under the influence of the glamour, he didn't pay attention to how Dago was looking at him as one looked at food or anything like that.
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