Or he hoped he was not. He didn't want to kidnap children like he heard someone complaining about. He didn't kill anyone since he got here. He might have eaten a cow, but it wasn't going to last long anyhow, and it was lost out there on the edge of the city. A dragon had to eat.
He noticed the woman in a row, reading a can. He stood at the end of the isle at the back of the store, and carefully peeked around the corner of a shelf of Zucaritas! frosted flakes, ignoring the Tigre Toño yelling 'Grriquisimas' on the cover to stare at her. Was it her that smelled like this? He ducked away from being seen, the moment he thought she might turn to look.
She smelled delicious.
No. Wait. That is NOT the term he meant, he told himself.
Maybe it was being around all this food. The cow was days ago and he was hungry, after all.
It was definitely the guy at the end of the aisle, dipping back behind anything he thought would obscure him enough to avoid notice. He was fast though and quiet, if it weren't for their natures, he would have been able to follow her easily and that was not something Sombra liked at all. Fortunately for her, there wasn't enough magic in the world to hide what he was - especially not to anyone sensitive.
Okay, so it was sort of cute that he was trying but it also begged a question: things that felt as old as he did usually avoided people or didn't bother hiding. Why was he acting like some lovestruck kid?
When he poked his head back around, Sombra was leaned against the shelves, arms crossed and looking far too amused.
"Hey." she nearly purred, giving him a little finger-wiggling wave. "Nice weather, huh?"
This was the stupidest idea, but there were a few problems with this old one. He doesn't have a very good idea of the world, outside of a few things here and there, so he's learning. Another? He was really still hungry, and his belly tended to lead him into stupid things.
Like stalking someone who smelled like sweet and sugar and--the smell was stronger.
So as he turned to peek again, she was leaning right there, waiting. Waving at him. His golden eyes went wide, staring at her for a moment. And something behind him swept at the boxes of cereal at the lower shelf. His tail had popped out into existence when she surprised him. He grabbed at it, morphing it back in as he scrambled backwards.
[I, ah, no speak... is that English?] He rambled in Japanese, understanding it well enough, and he might even speak it but he was startled.
"I, uh, S-sorry." He said in bad english, giving her a deep bow and then... turning to run. Yep. That was well. That was SMOOTH. Since when was he a mess around people? He could manage it with anyone else. She just smelled so delicious that he panicked.
He's going to go mentally beat himself up now, if he can.
Her eyebrows went straight up as he gawked, noting the shade of gold of his eyes. It was a damned pretty mark of being something more than human and the feeling only intensified when she felt his glamour drop. Her mouth opened a little on reflex, wanting to take in everything about this stranger.
And he was cute.
He stammered in Japanese, wondering if she'd been speaking in English, before bowing and bailing. Sombra tried and failed to stifle her laugh, as he booked it. On top of whatever he was, he was a tourist too!
She put her money on the counter with her things, dashing to try and follow this potent, mysterious and handsome stranger.
[Hey, stranger!] she called out the door, calling on rusty Japanese to try and get his attention. [Shy is cute, but I wanted to say hi.]
She paused a moment, looking around for any sign of him. He was a tourist, but old and possibly dangerous. After all, she had read about beings that hunted witches and feasted on their magic. For a split second, she envisioned golden eyes staring her down and the feeling of teeth on her skin. It shouldn't have made her smile as hard as it did.
He already had people wanting his head around here. And now he found someone who got him by surprise, and he just did a dumb and--
She spoke Japanese?
He heard her when she called out the door. He had ran out the door, hit the wall of the place just cattycorner of the market, and took a flying jump backwards to another building, leading him to be crouched at the top of the market for a moment.
He crouched down even lower, in the shadow of a sign, keeping hidden... and smacking both the heels of his hands into his forehead, mentally calling himself an idiot over and over. This was as bad as when he ran into that american werewolf in Japan. Fuck did he smell good. Good but not like this.
He laid down on his belly and let out a whimper, letting the heat of the roof and the heat of the sun behind him burn a bit into the soft human side of his flesh. [What are you doing?] He said to himself.
[So hungry...] He mumbled out loud on such a soft whine of a breath. And he intended to wait here until night, except for the fact that she was going to grab his attention again when she left.
And he was sadly stupid enough to follow. By roof hopping for most the way, maybe.
Gathering her things, Sombra picked up a pair of hefty steaks to add to her already considerable dinner and paid. With two decently loaded bags, she made her way back to her apartment - mind flitting between her own plans and the hot stranger.
Okay, it was partly that he was hot - but it was moreso that he was mysterious. And a ball of nerves. It was an alluring combination and she found herself wishing they could at least talk. The way home was mostly muscle memory at this point, so she tried reaching for that feeling he had with her magic - wind and summer and unrestrained freedom.
No, he laid there, and he refused to get up. He refused. He was going to stay and bake in the sun and just not move.
And then the smell of her was strong again, on the wind, and he groaned, sniffing, and inching to the edge of the roof. And he told himself no, as he started to jump from roof to roof. Told himself no, as he snaked down a tree with hands and feet. Told himself no as he scaled another building, chasing after the smell of sweet and magic.
Told himself no as he realized she didn't go past the building he was on. No! He couldn't have lost her.
He tried looking down at the ground, but she was no longer on the street. He panicked for a moment. What if he did something dumb and she was about to catch him again? He took off to the roof of the building, hiding in a shadow and holding his chest again, willing his beating heart to slow down.
No. He was fine. He was safe. She smelled too sweet to be a danger. That was how that worked, wasn't it? The problems were always the ones that smelled fowl, like the Fox witches back home. He soon ducked around, down one side of the building, looking. Then to the back, looking over again. Where? Where did she go?
Like a cat looking for a lost mouse. He scurried over another side of the building, where he wouldn't bee so seen, and started to peek into windows. He told himself no. It wasn't worth it, and yet he was so curious. Did she live here? Was she going to trap him if he let himself get too close?
With ninja like skills, he moved silent, peeking into another window, hoping to catch movement or scent...
Unlocking the door to her apartment, Sombra pushed down the faint heartache of the mysterious stranger's disappearance. For all the world, it felt like he was just around the corner, like if she reached out, she could touch him. Ignoring that she very much wanted to touch him, she set about unpacking and storing the groceries.
At her home, safely warded, her magic intensified. The scent hung in the air, sweet and potent, but with something deeper, darker. The shift in intensity likely had to do with the fact that she'd changed from jeans and a t-shirt to a pair of old athletic shorts and an tank top.
For a bit she continued, scrolling through her phone at recipes as she chopped a few base ingredients. Ignoring the feeling that she was being watched again, she opened the kitchen window.
And there it was. A window opened and he pressed against the wall tighter. For a moment he didn't even breath. He had just been peeking in another window to this place too, but now...
Now he inched closer and brought himself to the edge of the window, sniffing silently and almost melting. Melting as he realized it was the right smell. His fingers dug into the stone wall he clung to, just so he didn't fall off.
He couldn't help himself. His tummy rumbled a moment and he found himself peek inside more, trying to see if she was still there at the window, or the kitchen at all. Peeking in to give a simple, but accented.
'Hello' wasn't much of a threat, Sombra knew that, but hearing it outside of her window startled her into defense. The knife she'd been chopping with was pointed towards the window, her face suddenly looking like she'd painted herself up like a skull, glaring at the possible offender.
It was him!
Sombra relaxed with a chuckle, the skull disappearing as quickly as it appeared.
"Seriously?" She inclined her head towards the front of the building. "Go to the door."
The knife didn't bother him. It was the skull that appeared. His golden eyes went wide as he stared at her, fingers hanging over the edge of the window a moment still. Hanging on the side of a building, watchful.
She had said she wanted to say hi. So he was letting her. Kind of. But now she was telling him to go to the door? He frowned at that, drawing back slowly. Peeking in all the while. His tummy rumbled again as her smell felt stronger.
Yummy.
"I... go." He tried out in slow words, ducking away from the window again, like he was running away once more.
She watched him leave, trying to get her heart to slow down. Hopefully he listened to her, hopefully he didn't bail, she found herself wishing as she put on a light hoodie.
Nearly vaulting down the stairs, Sombra rushed to the front door and paused to collect herself. She hadn't been hoping he was going to show. She wasn't excited and this was totally normal. After a deep breath and clearing her throat, she opened the door.
[Stranger. You there?] she began, in her slightly rusty Japanese.
He almost did leave. He moved up to the roof again and hung there, frowning. No, this is a bad idea. he should go.
He really should go.
Yet here he was, looking over the roof of the apartment and peeking down near the front.
No, he had to go. He ducked back and jumped down to the alley at the side, only to stop at a freeze, hearing his language spoken.
He found himself peeking around the building's corner, to try and get a good look at her. A hoodie and shorts, and look at that hair. And she smelled wonderful. He found himself leaning further out, hand pulling his hat down firmer and peeking past it.
[You speak Japanese?] He said curiously, finding himself coming around the corner of the building, looking around as if worried someone would see him. See him or blame him for something.
Sombra felt how bright the smile on her face was, praying he couldn't feel how fast her heart was beating. Partly wishing she'd get a grip, she nodded at his question.
[I'm a little out of practice, but yeah.] She gestured into her building with a thumb. [You want to come in? It's easier to talk.]
She has a brilliant smile! And she seemed welcoming. Which could be a problem, but he didn't care at this moment. Even if she didn't just invite him in, he was still moving forward, because damn she smelled so inviting on her own.
Magic, pure and simple. Good clean, brilliant, strong magic, and a good smile.
He didn't say anything but instead moved forward towards her, moving to stop just before her to take a deeper breath, gold eyes searching her face, squinting a moment as he did. He didn't think she was forward. He was being the invasive one right now.
He moved forward and Sombra's smile dimmed slightly. It was suddenly as if she and her stranger were the only two people in the world and that was an idea that Sombra was enjoying more by the second.
[Hey, Stranger...]. She was definitely purring this time.
He looked at her like he was searching for something and this close, it was hard not to be mesmerized by him. Sombra could feel his power on the air this close.
[We should go upstairs...] she began, stepping back without much urgency.
He was searching, trying to understand her. He had never met anyone like her. Dark skin, bright eyes, brighter hair, and a smell that was intoxicating.
And that sound! Was she purring as she spoke? He makes sounds like that too!
And he understood her. He was learning the language around here as he slowly moved through the place, yes, but it was nice to hear his own language. Even if he was rusty on English himself.
Gold eyes looked to her eyes, staring for a moment, then... a nod. Upstairs. Yes.
His tummy growled again, an echoing grumble, his hands drawing back to stuff into his pockets, frowning more. Another nod. [Please. Yes.] He would follow.
Sombra shot him another smile before turning to head up the stairs and promptly realized that she'd left the stove on.
"Shit!" she hissed, bolting up the stairs by twos and praying that she hadn't been too distracted. And now her stranger probably got a good show considering how short her shorts actually were.
Fortunately, she'd just managed to get to the kitchen just shy of burning something.
With one hand, she stirred the pan and the other she waved him in.
[So what do I call you? I can't just keep calling you 'Stranger'.]
He looked surprised as she bolted up the steps, and yes, yes he did indeed see a good show. She was cute. Reminded him of someone before. Someone he used to like, but disappeared. No doubt his fathers fault.
Enjoyment for him was not highly thought of.
He did follow though, taking the steps one at a time, slowly, peeking up as he walked, as if waiting for the trap to fall. And as he came to her open door, he peeked inside, eyes serious, but curious.
She waved him in. He glanced around outside the door, not seeing or smelling anything. Then stepped in, frowning, and closing the door behind him. Safer that way. Maybe.
[Stranger is not so bad a name.] He said carefully, now snooping around her place. Everything smelled of her. Everything felt warm and inviting and he felt a tingle run down his back as he walked closer to her kitchen. She was cooking?
Warded as it was, her house was lovely to anyone invited and unsettling to intruders. It was a nice one bedroom place, simple but pretty lived in. Protected with simple magic, it was easily reinforced and it helped with feeling safe.
For a moment, she was hard-pressed to believe anyone would stand up to their full power, then her stranger crossed the threshold. Sombra bit her lip, shuddering as he entered her home. He was strong, something old or maybe an old bloodline.
[Stranger is fine then.] No True Names was a good policy, even if she pouted a little at his reticence.
God, she could practically feel him on the air - like a thunderstorm, but kinder. Or maybe it was a ruse. Either way she looked to him as he entered the doorway of the kitchen.
Very old. Both in age and in bloodline. One of two left, or, he had been. His brother was no longer one, or well. His brother should not be able to track him here though. Not for a while.
He felt the welcoming feel in the place, though he didn't know a thing about the wards or charms, or anything within the house that spoke of magic or power. All he knew is it smelled good. She smelled good. Attractive. It was so rare that people outside of those he grew up around smelled this good.
[Your name first? Then mine. Or Stranger will do.] he said simply, speaking slowly in his own language. His hands fidgeted in his hoodie pockets. Too hot to wear this here, but he liked the heat. It was easier to hide in this than his other clothing.
[Hungry.] he said, but it sounded more like he was trying to talk to himself on this subject. [Yes. It has been a few days.] Then he paused again, coming in closer. Watching her. Sniffing at her, or... at what she was doing? He did come closer, trying to peek and see WHAT she was cooking. [You are... uh... spiritual?] Asked as if trying to find the right word for it.
It was as close to the truth as anyone got anymore. Sombra lived a mostly solitary life and while she had Los Muertos, this stranger's presence reminded her of how lonely she was at times. Reaching for him with her magic had become habit in a matter of hours, the feeling of wind and wildness rapidly becoming addictive. He felt a little stifled though...
She'd put one of the steaks in the pan when he mentioned how long it's been since his last meal and she tutted quietly at him.
[You don't seem like the type to starve gracefully...]
As he peeked at the pan, Sombra shifted to accommodate him and began thinking about the immediate problem of the language barrier.
It was an interesting name. She mentioned his starving gracelessly and he had to agree, though he didn't agree outloud. He instead moved to stand behind her, looking at the pan, but then... leaning in to take a long breath. Eyes closing for a moment.
Is it a problem? He let out a huff. Spiritual was not the right word. A tiny growl in the back of his throat was heard, the kind that sounded like one was annoyed at ones self.
[Not problem. Not right... word. Ummm...] He hummed, eyes closing a moment, and if she allowed him to stay this close to her, he was going to lean in, hat bumping off his head now as he actually leaned in to nuzzle at the back of her neck, taking her in a bit more.
[I do not want to insult. I was thinking... witch? You smell good though.]
She had half a mind to tease him that he didn't give his name, but then he had leaned even closer. It was bad enough that she could feel him at a distance, but this close was electric. He huffed behind her and then growled and she felt her blood begin to run hot.
Okay. hotter.
[You have my name, Stranger.] She froze as she felt him lean in, his nose pressing against the nape her neck. At the contact she gasped and froze to the spot, doing her best to ignore the feeling in the pit of her stomach.
[This isn't fair,] she began, just barely avoiding a coquettish whine, her voice lacking any heat for protest. [what if I had a boyfriend?]
Witch. He had to be. There was something about her that felt clear and firm and magical. But she smelled good and he couldn't help but lean into her and want to... to...
He wasn't going to devour her. He didn't do that anymore. He didn't need to follow clan law. He wasn't of a clan anymore.
He had her name, she said. He nuzzled more, his hands reaching to rest on her hips thoughtlessly. He could take her in a few bites. He satisfied in more ways than just a single malnourished cow. Her magic would fill him up, but lords and graces did she feel god before him.
[Genji.] He said simply, pulling her back closer to him, his nose nuzzling up behind her ear. [Not fair at all. You are too... appealing. Too...too... --don't care of you have a boyfriend.]
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Or he hoped he was not. He didn't want to kidnap children like he heard someone complaining about. He didn't kill anyone since he got here. He might have eaten a cow, but it wasn't going to last long anyhow, and it was lost out there on the edge of the city. A dragon had to eat.
He noticed the woman in a row, reading a can. He stood at the end of the isle at the back of the store, and carefully peeked around the corner of a shelf of Zucaritas! frosted flakes, ignoring the Tigre Toño yelling 'Grriquisimas' on the cover to stare at her. Was it her that smelled like this? He ducked away from being seen, the moment he thought she might turn to look.
She smelled delicious.
No. Wait. That is NOT the term he meant, he told himself.
Maybe it was being around all this food. The cow was days ago and he was hungry, after all.
No. No eating princesses.
He peeked around to try and watch her again.
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Okay, so it was sort of cute that he was trying but it also begged a question: things that felt as old as he did usually avoided people or didn't bother hiding. Why was he acting like some lovestruck kid?
When he poked his head back around, Sombra was leaned against the shelves, arms crossed and looking far too amused.
"Hey." she nearly purred, giving him a little finger-wiggling wave. "Nice weather, huh?"
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Like stalking someone who smelled like sweet and sugar and--the smell was stronger.
So as he turned to peek again, she was leaning right there, waiting. Waving at him. His golden eyes went wide, staring at her for a moment. And something behind him swept at the boxes of cereal at the lower shelf. His tail had popped out into existence when she surprised him. He grabbed at it, morphing it back in as he scrambled backwards.
[I, ah, no speak... is that English?] He rambled in Japanese, understanding it well enough, and he might even speak it but he was startled.
"I, uh, S-sorry." He said in bad english, giving her a deep bow and then... turning to run. Yep. That was well. That was SMOOTH. Since when was he a mess around people? He could manage it with anyone else. She just smelled so delicious that he panicked.
He's going to go mentally beat himself up now, if he can.
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And he was cute.
He stammered in Japanese, wondering if she'd been speaking in English, before bowing and bailing. Sombra tried and failed to stifle her laugh, as he booked it. On top of whatever he was, he was a tourist too!
She put her money on the counter with her things, dashing to try and follow this potent, mysterious and handsome stranger.
[Hey, stranger!] she called out the door, calling on rusty Japanese to try and get his attention. [Shy is cute, but I wanted to say hi.]
She paused a moment, looking around for any sign of him. He was a tourist, but old and possibly dangerous. After all, she had read about beings that hunted witches and feasted on their magic. For a split second, she envisioned golden eyes staring her down and the feeling of teeth on her skin. It shouldn't have made her smile as hard as it did.
Ah, well. Back into the store it was, then.
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He already had people wanting his head around here. And now he found someone who got him by surprise, and he just did a dumb and--
She spoke Japanese?
He heard her when she called out the door. He had ran out the door, hit the wall of the place just cattycorner of the market, and took a flying jump backwards to another building, leading him to be crouched at the top of the market for a moment.
He crouched down even lower, in the shadow of a sign, keeping hidden... and smacking both the heels of his hands into his forehead, mentally calling himself an idiot over and over. This was as bad as when he ran into that american werewolf in Japan. Fuck did he smell good. Good but not like this.
He laid down on his belly and let out a whimper, letting the heat of the roof and the heat of the sun behind him burn a bit into the soft human side of his flesh. [What are you doing?] He said to himself.
[So hungry...] He mumbled out loud on such a soft whine of a breath. And he intended to wait here until night, except for the fact that she was going to grab his attention again when she left.
And he was sadly stupid enough to follow. By roof hopping for most the way, maybe.
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Okay, it was partly that he was hot - but it was moreso that he was mysterious. And a ball of nerves. It was an alluring combination and she found herself wishing they could at least talk. The way home was mostly muscle memory at this point, so she tried reaching for that feeling he had with her magic - wind and summer and unrestrained freedom.
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And then the smell of her was strong again, on the wind, and he groaned, sniffing, and inching to the edge of the roof. And he told himself no, as he started to jump from roof to roof. Told himself no, as he snaked down a tree with hands and feet. Told himself no as he scaled another building, chasing after the smell of sweet and magic.
Told himself no as he realized she didn't go past the building he was on. No! He couldn't have lost her.
He tried looking down at the ground, but she was no longer on the street. He panicked for a moment. What if he did something dumb and she was about to catch him again? He took off to the roof of the building, hiding in a shadow and holding his chest again, willing his beating heart to slow down.
No. He was fine. He was safe. She smelled too sweet to be a danger. That was how that worked, wasn't it? The problems were always the ones that smelled fowl, like the Fox witches back home. He soon ducked around, down one side of the building, looking. Then to the back, looking over again. Where? Where did she go?
Like a cat looking for a lost mouse. He scurried over another side of the building, where he wouldn't bee so seen, and started to peek into windows. He told himself no. It wasn't worth it, and yet he was so curious. Did she live here? Was she going to trap him if he let himself get too close?
With ninja like skills, he moved silent, peeking into another window, hoping to catch movement or scent...
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At her home, safely warded, her magic intensified. The scent hung in the air, sweet and potent, but with something deeper, darker. The shift in intensity likely had to do with the fact that she'd changed from jeans and a t-shirt to a pair of old athletic shorts and an tank top.
For a bit she continued, scrolling through her phone at recipes as she chopped a few base ingredients. Ignoring the feeling that she was being watched again, she opened the kitchen window.
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Now he inched closer and brought himself to the edge of the window, sniffing silently and almost melting. Melting as he realized it was the right smell. His fingers dug into the stone wall he clung to, just so he didn't fall off.
He couldn't help himself. His tummy rumbled a moment and he found himself peek inside more, trying to see if she was still there at the window, or the kitchen at all. Peeking in to give a simple, but accented.
"H-hello?"
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It was him!
Sombra relaxed with a chuckle, the skull disappearing as quickly as it appeared.
"Seriously?" She inclined her head towards the front of the building. "Go to the door."
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She had said she wanted to say hi. So he was letting her. Kind of. But now she was telling him to go to the door? He frowned at that, drawing back slowly. Peeking in all the while. His tummy rumbled again as her smell felt stronger.
Yummy.
"I... go." He tried out in slow words, ducking away from the window again, like he was running away once more.
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Nearly vaulting down the stairs, Sombra rushed to the front door and paused to collect herself. She hadn't been hoping he was going to show. She wasn't excited and this was totally normal. After a deep breath and clearing her throat, she opened the door.
[Stranger. You there?] she began, in her slightly rusty Japanese.
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He really should go.
Yet here he was, looking over the roof of the apartment and peeking down near the front.
No, he had to go. He ducked back and jumped down to the alley at the side, only to stop at a freeze, hearing his language spoken.
He found himself peeking around the building's corner, to try and get a good look at her. A hoodie and shorts, and look at that hair. And she smelled wonderful. He found himself leaning further out, hand pulling his hat down firmer and peeking past it.
[You speak Japanese?] He said curiously, finding himself coming around the corner of the building, looking around as if worried someone would see him. See him or blame him for something.
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[I'm a little out of practice, but yeah.] She gestured into her building with a thumb. [You want to come in? It's easier to talk.]
Hopefully, he didn't think that was too forward.
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Magic, pure and simple. Good clean, brilliant, strong magic, and a good smile.
He didn't say anything but instead moved forward towards her, moving to stop just before her to take a deeper breath, gold eyes searching her face, squinting a moment as he did. He didn't think she was forward. He was being the invasive one right now.
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[Hey, Stranger...]. She was definitely purring this time.
He looked at her like he was searching for something and this close, it was hard not to be mesmerized by him. Sombra could feel his power on the air this close.
[We should go upstairs...] she began, stepping back without much urgency.
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And that sound! Was she purring as she spoke? He makes sounds like that too!
And he understood her. He was learning the language around here as he slowly moved through the place, yes, but it was nice to hear his own language. Even if he was rusty on English himself.
Gold eyes looked to her eyes, staring for a moment, then... a nod. Upstairs. Yes.
His tummy growled again, an echoing grumble, his hands drawing back to stuff into his pockets, frowning more. Another nod. [Please. Yes.] He would follow.
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"Shit!" she hissed, bolting up the stairs by twos and praying that she hadn't been too distracted. And now her stranger probably got a good show considering how short her shorts actually were.
Fortunately, she'd just managed to get to the kitchen just shy of burning something.
With one hand, she stirred the pan and the other she waved him in.
[So what do I call you? I can't just keep calling you 'Stranger'.]
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Enjoyment for him was not highly thought of.
He did follow though, taking the steps one at a time, slowly, peeking up as he walked, as if waiting for the trap to fall. And as he came to her open door, he peeked inside, eyes serious, but curious.
She waved him in. He glanced around outside the door, not seeing or smelling anything. Then stepped in, frowning, and closing the door behind him. Safer that way. Maybe.
[Stranger is not so bad a name.] He said carefully, now snooping around her place. Everything smelled of her. Everything felt warm and inviting and he felt a tingle run down his back as he walked closer to her kitchen. She was cooking?
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For a moment, she was hard-pressed to believe anyone would stand up to their full power, then her stranger crossed the threshold. Sombra bit her lip, shuddering as he entered her home. He was strong, something old or maybe an old bloodline.
[Stranger is fine then.] No True Names was a good policy, even if she pouted a little at his reticence.
God, she could practically feel him on the air - like a thunderstorm, but kinder. Or maybe it was a ruse. Either way she looked to him as he entered the doorway of the kitchen.
[You're hungry, right?]
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He felt the welcoming feel in the place, though he didn't know a thing about the wards or charms, or anything within the house that spoke of magic or power. All he knew is it smelled good. She smelled good. Attractive. It was so rare that people outside of those he grew up around smelled this good.
[Your name first? Then mine. Or Stranger will do.] he said simply, speaking slowly in his own language. His hands fidgeted in his hoodie pockets. Too hot to wear this here, but he liked the heat. It was easier to hide in this than his other clothing.
[Hungry.] he said, but it sounded more like he was trying to talk to himself on this subject. [Yes. It has been a few days.] Then he paused again, coming in closer. Watching her. Sniffing at her, or... at what she was doing? He did come closer, trying to peek and see WHAT she was cooking. [You are... uh... spiritual?] Asked as if trying to find the right word for it.
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It was as close to the truth as anyone got anymore. Sombra lived a mostly solitary life and while she had Los Muertos, this stranger's presence reminded her of how lonely she was at times. Reaching for him with her magic had become habit in a matter of hours, the feeling of wind and wildness rapidly becoming addictive. He felt a little stifled though...
She'd put one of the steaks in the pan when he mentioned how long it's been since his last meal and she tutted quietly at him.
[You don't seem like the type to starve gracefully...]
As he peeked at the pan, Sombra shifted to accommodate him and began thinking about the immediate problem of the language barrier.
[Not really. Is that a problem?]
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It was an interesting name. She mentioned his starving gracelessly and he had to agree, though he didn't agree outloud. He instead moved to stand behind her, looking at the pan, but then... leaning in to take a long breath. Eyes closing for a moment.
Is it a problem? He let out a huff. Spiritual was not the right word. A tiny growl in the back of his throat was heard, the kind that sounded like one was annoyed at ones self.
[Not problem. Not right... word. Ummm...] He hummed, eyes closing a moment, and if she allowed him to stay this close to her, he was going to lean in, hat bumping off his head now as he actually leaned in to nuzzle at the back of her neck, taking her in a bit more.
[I do not want to insult. I was thinking... witch? You smell good though.]
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Okay. hotter.
[You have my name, Stranger.] She froze as she felt him lean in, his nose pressing against the nape her neck. At the contact she gasped and froze to the spot, doing her best to ignore the feeling in the pit of her stomach.
[This isn't fair,] she began, just barely avoiding a coquettish whine, her voice lacking any heat for protest. [what if I had a boyfriend?]
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He wasn't going to devour her. He didn't do that anymore. He didn't need to follow clan law. He wasn't of a clan anymore.
He had her name, she said. He nuzzled more, his hands reaching to rest on her hips thoughtlessly. He could take her in a few bites. He satisfied in more ways than just a single malnourished cow. Her magic would fill him up, but lords and graces did she feel god before him.
[Genji.] He said simply, pulling her back closer to him, his nose nuzzling up behind her ear. [Not fair at all. You are too... appealing. Too...too... --don't care of you have a boyfriend.]
Welp.
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