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 Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2026 7:54 pm
Quote: The Calling ( 8 ) : A beautiful melody drifts on the air from somewhere far away. The vocals are in a language you don't quite recognize, but feel somehow familiar to you. Something about the song calls to you, but no matter where you go, the song seems to sound the same distance away. The longer it goes on, the more emotional the song becomes--and the more emotional you become. Something about the song is possessive and consuming, like it's all you can think of. Something resonates in you as the song crescendos, and the feeling is at its strongest--be they good, bad, anything, but suddenly the song fades, and there's only an emptiness inside of you. The feeling of loss is strong, and can leave someone feeling emotionally numb. Someone out there was calling to you, and you couldn't find them.
Reaching over,letting his hand brush the others, was he kept pace with the other, blue eyes looked over for a moment. “When you have time this week I’d like some advice on classes for fall semester.” Since Lorcan had found out about his schooling, the change in things, they’d been a big help in studying and running things by him. It gave him someone to talk to, to explain things better than the text books at times.l Why he hadn’t told them sooner he wondered about now, questioned his previous choices, because he was benefitting now and the tension in the relationship had vanished as well.
“We’re almost to the red light district.” Which was where they were planning to hunt tonight. What he didn’t expect was to hear something, something so soft he wasn’t even sure he was hearing it. A barely there whisper of words, or just noise, he wasn’t entirely sure. For a moment he considered keeping his thoughts to himself, hearing voices wasn’t generally considered a good thing, but he thought better of it since he knew he was of sane mind and wasn’t losing it. “I hear something, at least I think I do, but what I can’t tell.” It was too soft and too far away but it was like a siren’s song and had him wanting to find it, to hear it louder, as he wondered if he got closer he may understand the words as they’d become clearer.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2026 7:56 pm
Stichtite had seen the signs of magic and annoyances through the uptick of new appointments and check-ups at his clinic. So while he would normally keep things on a more regular schedule, he agreed to go with Miyamoto this evening instead of working on other things. Something had changed, of which he was glad, even if he found it hard to put words to things at times when it came to feelings and how he felt things should go in the relationship.
Twisting his hand slightly to grab theirs as they brushed fingers against him, he squeezed their hand lightly. “It has been a while, maybe a bit too long with everything going on.” It was easy to fall into the mundane side of things: work, school, and family.
He noticed when they’d heard something, the shift in their expression and the slight turn towards whatever they were hearing, yet he heard nothing at first. With magic in the city, he wouldn’t put the idea of something only heard by some past it.
“What does it sound like to you? We can go towards it if you’d like. I’ll be with you.” Keeping ahold of their hand, he motioned for them to continue, even as he strained his ears to try and hear what they might be hearing. All he heard was the sound of something far off, something he couldn’t quite tell apart from the general background sound this district had.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2026 7:57 pm
“A whisper, words I can’t make out but there seems to be a melody to it.” The gentle light of the on, which followed at his free side, gave a gentle glow to things. Pressing to the others side, a gentle squeeze of the others hand. “Good, because if I’m hearing things and you aren’t I’m assuming it’s magical.” But was it good or bad, benevolent or chaotic, he didn’t know and it would be good to have someone with him when he went looking. “It makes me want to find it, so going towards it doesn’t feel much like a choice.” Which he didn’t like, not one bit, he’d always been big on making his own choices. Though he was getting used to letting Lorcan have say in things, taking his words into account, there was even some comfort in it as the general wasn’t one to force things on him for no reason. There was an understanding and respect there.
“Like a siren's call; it can’t be helped.” He did wish Lorcan could hear it, to understand, but it might be best he couldn’t hear it as it couldn’t lure him in as well. Tilting his head he finally nodded in the direction it was pulling him towards.
“It’s sad…” Softly spoken, not wanting to break the stillness of the night, his blue eyes focused on the other for a moment before leading the way; without letting the others hand go.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2026 7:58 pm
While he was glad they walked him through what they were hearing, he wasn’t sure if he liked how they wanted to keep going and how it wasn’t really a choice. It rubbed him the wrong way, but he followed and kept his hand wrapped around there’s grounding them and making sure they weren’t pulled away by something or someone.
A siren’s song… his jaw tightened slightly in distaste, but he kept following, squeezing their hand slightly tighter as he followed. While he didn’t hear a voice, he could hear the far-off sound of some sort of music. It was sad, as if it were lamenting the loss of someone dear, but he didn’t say anything about it yet. That would mean he was letting the magic win by acknowledging it. It was a pointless battle, if he was being honest, but it was one he continued to fight even as more and more of the magic in this city showed itself right to his face and taunted him.
“It’s okay, I’m here.” Reassuring them, knowing they were the ones who leaned into their emotions more, he didn’t mention that the music began to grow louder as they moved towards it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2026 7:58 pm
Taking comfort in the other at his side, in their hand holding onto his own, the eternal led the way though it was at some point that he slowed before stopping. “It still seems so far, as if we haven’t made any progress or gotten closer…” And they had been walking, closing the distance, and yet it seemed no distance had been covered at all. He didn’t like that, not at all, were they being played with? Or rather him, since the other couldn’t hear what he did, was he being toyed with? The very idea was annoying, had him narrowing his eyes at the mere thought of it.
“Either it’s a voice we can never find or it is something moving further away as we continue. Either way I feel like I’m being tinkered with.” And he clearly didn’t like it, though the sadness, some sort of hollow feeling, was settling in him. Yet there was still a nagging need, an urgent need, to find the voice despite knowing it wasn’t possible - he was sure of it.
Standing there, not wanting to give to the demand, he shook with the effort to keep himself still and not continue on. The mournful song continued, the words unknown to him but still there like a whisper on the wind, it called and lulled and grew louder and harsher. It was demanding, needy, and mournful all at once, like someone calling to another who was long lost, and he wished it would stop so he wasn’t fighting so hard. It was too much, blue eyes closing in frustration as he fought it, his free hand clenched into a fist.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2026 7:58 pm
With a slow nod, he could hear a similar effect in the song he heard. But it was easier for him to deny it, to settle into his rigid denial of magic, just as he always had. “Then we should head back; maybe this isn’t the best night for things. I’d rather avoid any unexpected issues popping up in this district that might surprise us.”
Reaching up, he thumbed lightly at their cheek, nudging them to look away from the source of the sound and at him. He pressed a kiss to the side of their mouth as a bonus, as something to help convince them away from whatever fantasy was trying to sway them away from reality. “Come on, let’s go home, away from whatever that is.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2026 7:59 pm
Letting his head be turned there was a breathy sigh which passed his lips, cool air that nipped at the skin, and he turned just a bit more to press his lips to Lorcan’s quick and gentle. “Yeah…” Trailing off, his emotions still a bit distant. The little orb of light still hovered by them, floating gently and undisturbed by everything, as the song reached its end he felt like his own magic had been turned on him. The sudden loss and the empty feeling left him shaken as he took a moment to lean into the general.
“Home.” It wasn’t a question but rather an order, though not given with any amount of authority or firmness, it was a want for teleportation to close the distance between here and home faster. They would, of course, walk the remaining distance but he wanted to get there faster. “I read a lot about fae, when working on a tattoo for someone, that…that reminds me of some of the stories. Of siren and mermaids, or other things, the gentry and being lured in by a song and kept.” He didn’t like it, not one bit, he didn’t like something else taking control from him - not without his permission.
‘If you have some work I’ll help, or watch.” Because he didn’t want to be too far away. Wind swept hair and a light chill in the air around him as he pressed himself to the other, taking comfort in their presence despite how empty the music left him feeling. He wasn’t alone in the world, he knew it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2026 7:59 pm
He didn’t wait long, just enough for them to let him know what they wanted, and then he teleported them closer to home. Not close enough for someone to snoop and figure things out, but not too far that it would be odd of them to be walking together. In the next breath, his uniform was gone, and some of the tension that always came with being powered up bled from his shoulders.
“I know some stories, old folklore from family history, but…” Shaking his head over it, he sighed. “Stories are fine, fiction and fantasy, on paper is where it belongs. It doesn’t belong out in an alleyway or following us home.” Reality was where he was firmly grounded, and he wouldn’t budge an inch on it, no matter what he saw or what people told him. The fact that Kioshi was a senshi who could use magic was something he’d learned to glaze over. A fact that he preferred not to dwell on seriously, an exception.
“No work for me tonight, unless Alexandre or Aloysius decides to have an emergency and show up on my doorstep.” Letting out a tired laugh, he drifted his hand around them and rested it on their waist. It was late, and they were close enough to home that it didn’t matter if someone saw. He wanted them close, with a hand on them to keep them from turning back towards whatever had called to them.
“Home with me, where you belong.”
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