Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 20:52:37 GMT
At the beginning of the end Omar had made an effort to help evacuate. Kids and teens were moved out if the city, to another or hidden in the bayou, with directions to Jane on how to get them if this blew over. Omar was sure it would, world ending situations came and went, and the world remained standing. After all, many had thought the end times were around during the Black Plague. Losing people in times like this was common, but he was confident his kids and friends were strong enough to kick demon ass.
Three or four days into it, he was packing a few essentials in a backpack to take to Adrien's to help with the people staying there. Namine had suggested he do so, and who was he to say no to her? "I never could see why you insisted on this tacky little apartment, you could stay with me. I always have need of you"
Omar finished putting a shirt into the backpack and turned to Davie. "I like my home, and I enjoy not dealing with your...friends" the people that walked through Davie's doors were usually the kind that sent shivers up Omar's spine. The ones who you just knewknew had killed someone or ran a mob. Omar never went willingly.
"My my, is my servant jealous of my clients" hisDavie teased with a malicious glint in his eye and Omar sighed as he turned back to his backpack. It was always better not to answer jabs like that.
Suddenly Davie was behind him, resting his head on Omar's shoulder, his hands gripping Omar's arms. Not too tight, but enough that Omar knew better than to try and get out of the hands. "Davie, what do you need?" Omar had stopped moving, his head bowed and looking intently at his packed stuff. It was better than giving Davie an excuse to hurt him.
Omar flinched as Davie laughed and his hands move down to close around Omar's hands. Omar remained silent however. Better let the Blackjack speak before he did anything. "Scared, Omar? I'm almost insulted!" Omar felt his blood freeze at that and he swallowed.
"Davie, I'm just tense. The demons are getting everywhere and people still need help getting out. Please..." Davie snorted and moved away from Omar.
"You always did have a bleeding heart" the fey sneered. Omar turned slowly and watched his master warily. He did not trust the other man. If he was here that meant he was planning something. He never came around just to say hi.
"Davie, I'm serious. What do you want?"
"Such ingratitude! I came here to talk, maybe have a drink with you. Watch as the world ends" a few things twisted in Omar's gut. Uneasiness, pleasure, and guilt for being happy about spending time with Davie. Curse his traitorous heart, he just couldn't let go. He sighed and moved to his kitchen to get cups and any drinkable liquid he had. Pulped aloe, apple juice, was there any alcohol? If he was going to drink he went to the Bourbon Graiss...He should have kept a bottle or two of mead on hand. Dandelion was a favorite of Davie's, had been for centuries.
"You and the little girl still going strong?"
Omar froze for a few damning seconds before remembering to move, breathe. He nodded, not trusting his voice. "Still acts like a startled doe sometimes, but she is a good woman"
"Seone should tell her the.way of things. The only reason she sticks around, I'm sure, is because she doesn't know she can do better" Omar was silent as he got out every drink he could think of, including tea boxes should his master want tea. He knew Davie was right. Or, believed it. If Aqua lived in the courts, learned their ways, she would become repulsed by him. He knew that like he knew that gravity worked.
"Omar"
Omar glanced at his master and then looked away quickly. That stare was hungry. He knew that look as well as he knew what he was. Davie wanted Omar to do something.for him. Whatever it was tended to vary, the look of hunger simply meant Davie wanted to humiliate Omar, make Omar remember who held his life in their hands. As if Omar could forget.
"I...have to go. We can have an hour, but then-" he should have been watching his master, he should have. There was a sharp pinch in his carteral artery and a hand holding his arm. He gasped and jerked away and spun around. Whatever it was, it worked fast. His breath was shuddering in and out of his chest, vision going blurry as hus head started filling with cotton. Davey laughed. When did he get an echo chamber in his kitchen, anyway?
"D-Dav-"
His knees were shaking, he knew he couldn't stand for long.
"Shh, little one don't fight it. Relax. Would I poison you?"
Omar swallowed thickly, tried to take a step and pitched forward, into Davie's arms. His hair was stroked as he tried to stay awake. He was moved to his couch and Davie wrote a note, leaving it on the counter. A moment later he was scooped up bridal style and his forehead was kissed as his eyelids started falling closed.
Kidnapped again. Since when had he becime a damsel in distress, anyway?
Three or four days into it, he was packing a few essentials in a backpack to take to Adrien's to help with the people staying there. Namine had suggested he do so, and who was he to say no to her? "I never could see why you insisted on this tacky little apartment, you could stay with me. I always have need of you"
Omar finished putting a shirt into the backpack and turned to Davie. "I like my home, and I enjoy not dealing with your...friends" the people that walked through Davie's doors were usually the kind that sent shivers up Omar's spine. The ones who you just knewknew had killed someone or ran a mob. Omar never went willingly.
"My my, is my servant jealous of my clients" hisDavie teased with a malicious glint in his eye and Omar sighed as he turned back to his backpack. It was always better not to answer jabs like that.
Suddenly Davie was behind him, resting his head on Omar's shoulder, his hands gripping Omar's arms. Not too tight, but enough that Omar knew better than to try and get out of the hands. "Davie, what do you need?" Omar had stopped moving, his head bowed and looking intently at his packed stuff. It was better than giving Davie an excuse to hurt him.
Omar flinched as Davie laughed and his hands move down to close around Omar's hands. Omar remained silent however. Better let the Blackjack speak before he did anything. "Scared, Omar? I'm almost insulted!" Omar felt his blood freeze at that and he swallowed.
"Davie, I'm just tense. The demons are getting everywhere and people still need help getting out. Please..." Davie snorted and moved away from Omar.
"You always did have a bleeding heart" the fey sneered. Omar turned slowly and watched his master warily. He did not trust the other man. If he was here that meant he was planning something. He never came around just to say hi.
"Davie, I'm serious. What do you want?"
"Such ingratitude! I came here to talk, maybe have a drink with you. Watch as the world ends" a few things twisted in Omar's gut. Uneasiness, pleasure, and guilt for being happy about spending time with Davie. Curse his traitorous heart, he just couldn't let go. He sighed and moved to his kitchen to get cups and any drinkable liquid he had. Pulped aloe, apple juice, was there any alcohol? If he was going to drink he went to the Bourbon Graiss...He should have kept a bottle or two of mead on hand. Dandelion was a favorite of Davie's, had been for centuries.
"You and the little girl still going strong?"
Omar froze for a few damning seconds before remembering to move, breathe. He nodded, not trusting his voice. "Still acts like a startled doe sometimes, but she is a good woman"
"Seone should tell her the.way of things. The only reason she sticks around, I'm sure, is because she doesn't know she can do better" Omar was silent as he got out every drink he could think of, including tea boxes should his master want tea. He knew Davie was right. Or, believed it. If Aqua lived in the courts, learned their ways, she would become repulsed by him. He knew that like he knew that gravity worked.
"Omar"
Omar glanced at his master and then looked away quickly. That stare was hungry. He knew that look as well as he knew what he was. Davie wanted Omar to do something.for him. Whatever it was tended to vary, the look of hunger simply meant Davie wanted to humiliate Omar, make Omar remember who held his life in their hands. As if Omar could forget.
"I...have to go. We can have an hour, but then-" he should have been watching his master, he should have. There was a sharp pinch in his carteral artery and a hand holding his arm. He gasped and jerked away and spun around. Whatever it was, it worked fast. His breath was shuddering in and out of his chest, vision going blurry as hus head started filling with cotton. Davey laughed. When did he get an echo chamber in his kitchen, anyway?
"D-Dav-"
His knees were shaking, he knew he couldn't stand for long.
"Shh, little one don't fight it. Relax. Would I poison you?"
Omar swallowed thickly, tried to take a step and pitched forward, into Davie's arms. His hair was stroked as he tried to stay awake. He was moved to his couch and Davie wrote a note, leaving it on the counter. A moment later he was scooped up bridal style and his forehead was kissed as his eyelids started falling closed.
Kidnapped again. Since when had he becime a damsel in distress, anyway?
