Oct. 6th, 2006

killingsoftly: (He's magic and myth)
He'd had enough. Enough of Warren feeling guilty. Enough of Aislinn's tears and clinging. Enough of Warren's fear. Enough of Aislinn's fear.

There really wasn't anything more unpleasant than being caught between one's lover and one's mother, especially when both of them needed taking care of and you weren't really the taking care of people type. Byron...could deal on his own for now. He had other people to watch over him, Doc, the blonde girl, him--the Sorcerer, but who watched over Aislinn or Warren but Devin?

Watching over Aislinn was habit by now. Danu knew someone had to. It had been easier when he could trust Byron to do it, but that hadn't been the case for a while now, so. He convinced her to come to the hotel they were staying in while Warren had run out to pick them up some more snacks. She was quieter, more subdued than she had been, and it occurred to him he hadn't seen her for a couple of days. He could occasionally go months without seeing her (and more than once, years), but lately she'd been clinging to him and unwilling to go very far.

"Where've you been?"

She shrugged, curling up on the end of the sofa.

"Are you all right?"

A nod.

"Eating?"

Another shrug. "I went to a poetry reading last night."

"Haven't you got anyone regular?"

"He died."

Oh. Well, that explained some of it. She tended to be mopey for a while when one of her artists shuffled off the mortal coil.

"You could go to..."

"No." She looked up sharply. "He doesn't want me and I won't go where I'm not wanted."

It was such a familiar sentiment that there wasn't anything he could do but settle next to her and wrap his arms around her loosely, snuggling up. She leaned her head on his shoulder, hand over his heart.

"Want me to sing?" he offered softly. If she wasn't eating...well. He'd had some very successful gigs the last month. He was fine.

She bit her lip, then nodded a little. He had a gig later that night. He could recharge then. He smiled a little and kissed her forehead, then sang to her softly until Warren came back, letting her take what she needed.

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