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[mikael-winters]

She nodded & put two of the delicately designed cupcakes into the box. "I'm sure you'll be able to find it somewhere. This wasn't the only one when I bought it," she encouraged. She didn't thrift often but understood it was something that the younger generations did & seemed to enjoy. "Nice to meet you Mik." She offered a small smile and then nodded. "I enjoy baking. It's a nice hobby."

She nodded & put two of the delicately designed cupcakes into the box. "I'm sure you'll be able to find it somewhere. This wasn't the only one when I bought it," she encouraged. She didn't thrift often but understood it was something that the younger generations did & seemed to enjoy. "Nice to meet you Mik." She offered a small smile and then nodded. "I enjoy baking. It's a nice hobby."

[mikael-winters]

Early was something Mikael did often as a stockbroker on Wall Street, but not lately.  Not since he left this job and found himself sleeping in until noon.  When he managed to get up and made himself presentable, he smiled and began to give the details of their packing the truck.  “Yeah, I ordered boxes for this initial move and then the movers will be finishing everything up for us and bring boxes themselves,” he assured his brother.

While they began separating things, Mikael would  have to take a few breaks when he would come across a photo or something that reminded him of Hector.  It was emotionally devastating for him and he hated that Aiden was there seeing him fall apart.  Finally, they narrowed down things and started taking it out to Aiden’s truck.  “Are you doing okay?”  He asked, realizing since Aiden came to help him everything has been solely focused on him and he barely asked about his own brother.

"That's fine then, I'll go appreciate the decor," he said sarcastically as he got up off the couch and dusted his jeans, then oriented himself towards the guest bedroom, taking a much needed shower before bed and finding that the room was something Sofia would very much enjoy if she was with him. Then he let the thought go, something he was finding himself doing quite a lot since their breakup a few weeks ago.

In the morning he found himself up in the apartment at the brink of dawn, as usual, his body too accustomed to being up before 6 AM for work. He spent the time before Mik woke up and the movers came to make some food and have breakfast and then helped out with everything he could move around, finally going back to his brother. "As long as it's just boxes that can fit in the back of the truck, I'm good with taking everything. Do you have enough boxes over here?" he asked as he opened a wardrobe and observed the colorful clothes in it with a frown.

[mikael-winters]

“Just two please,” he responded.  Although he wished to order more given his sweet tooth.  However, the fae knew he couldn’t rely on sweets to make him feel better forever.  “Oh, well maybe if it is old I might be able to find something similar in the thrift store here in town,” he responded.  “Thanks, I guess I can always try online too.”  As he kept looking around and waiting on his treat, he smiled.  “So, do you enjoy baking?  By the way I’m Mik,” he said, trying to be friendly since he decided to move back into town.

Zita turned around momentarily to grab an appropriate-sized box to fit a few cupcakes. "How many would you like?" She asked. She watched him closely, raising an eyebrow & then chuckling softly. "Well, it was old but I think I got it at one of those popular stores." She taps the top of the box as she tries to think. In the back of her mind, she's grateful that the man doesn't want to dig into the arguing. Who would want to? It was a waste of time, at least in Its mind. "Ross," she blurted out. "That's where I got it. I'm sure if you can find it, it'll be available in your size too."

[mikael-winters]

The place was set, relieving some of Mikael’s anxiety at the moment.  Before he knew it, the other leaned back in for a fiery kiss and began teasing him causing more weakness in his knees.  Mikael merely nodded at the other’s question, unable to speak for a moment as he caught his breath from the passionate kiss between them. Although his cheeks reddened slightly at the other’s last words.  Just the thought alone of his lips wrapped around his member was driving him crazy.

Sliding into the passenger seat, Mikael looked around the car before Micah got into the vehicle and moved on.  As the other introduced himself, his brows perked up.  “Nice to meet you Micah,” he commented, not offering his name in exchange. He figured it would be a lot more fun this way.

As they drove off, Mikael inched closer towards Micah as he drove.  “How much further?”  He asked, unsure if he could wait and willing to just start there.

Micah reached into his pocket too fish his keys out as he pulled back and looked at the other. Nodding slightly. "Yeah, yeah we can do that." Micah said as he unlocked his key before he moved a hand and gripped Mikael's chin gently as he leaned forward and kissed the male. He let his eyes slip close, as he pressed his body into Mikael's more, Micah opened his mouth, and flicked his tongue along Mikael's bottom lip, teasing the male more.

Micah pulled back and smirked as he looked down at Mikael. "Shall we go then?" Micah asked as he pulled away from Mikael. "Probably wouldn't be a good look, if I dropped to knees in the car park." Micah reached out and squeezed Mikael's hand gently before he moved around his car and slipped into the drivers seat.

Once Mikael got into the car, Micah pulled out of the car park and headed towards his place. Micah glanced at the male for a moment, running his eyes over the male before he looked back out the front window. "I'm Micah, by the way."

[mikael-winters]

“If you do not use it, then you can never master it.”  Mikael commented, but this time without venom in his tone.  Out of the two of them, he knew it was his twin that got the short end of the straw.

There were so many emotions wanting to come to the surface with Mikael, he did not know how to handle all of it.  For so long, he kept it all bottled up and placed a fake smile upon his lips trying to pretend everything would be okay.  Fake it, until it became reality, but it never did.

“Because, I cut our connection.”  It was something Mikael was furious with himself about.  He missed his twin and at the end of the day, he was the reason they weren’t close like they used to be.

“I am a bad brother,” he responded.  “Please, you are a teacher and have it together…well mostly,” he somewhat smiled trying to lighten their conversation being a little playful.

"Because I don't want it. I don't choose to use it." It wasn't nearly as beneficial as Mikael's was. Seeing into the future could actually change things, could be used to ones advantage. Seeing into the past? Seeing things people didn't want you seeing? What good was that? It only got him into shit places like this where he knew more than he should and didn't know what to do with it.

He watches Mikael carefully, thinking now is not the best time to ask any questions. Not when he already has more information than Mikael clearly meant to provide. But there are so many on the tip of his tongue, the main one being... What can I do? Are you okay? How can I help?

"Why would I be angry with you?" No, if he was angry with anyone it was most definitely not Mikael. Hector, now he was someone Nathan could be angry with. "You're not a bad brother. And you're certainly not a failure. And really... who among us has their shit together?"

[mikael-winters]

@babygirlwinters

[mikael-winters]

Everything felt weird when it came to their family, he had been out of the loop for so long he didn’t even know his twin had returned to Greywood.  How much has he missed?  “It is made up,” he told him.  “I even decorated the room myself.”  As the conversation shifted towards Nathan, there was a soft smile on his lips.  Since in the womb, his twin had always been his favorite person in the world.  And there was some joy knowing that when he came home with Aiden that Nathan would be there.  Although, he still had no idea how he was going to talk to his brother or hell any of his siblings for that matter.  “Alright, I am going to bed.”  Mikael then excused himself.

The next morning, movers arrived to start packing up the penthouse.  Whatever they were boxing up would take weeks to arrive in Colorado where Miakel would once again have to find some movers from Greywood to transport it to the town.  Today though was about Aiden and him picking out what necessities he absolutely needed while staying at Aiden’s.  “Okay, so obviously my clothes, my jewelry, all my bathroom appliances, my makeup and probably some decorative stuff for the room I will be staying in.”  Even though it seemed like a lot, Mikael was actually fairly conservative with everything he wanted to bring in Aiden’s truck.

"Yea, I know, I am," he said as Mikael continued the joke and he was glad that there was at least some humor left in the current shell of the man he had used to know, currently seemingly flattened out from most emotions. He was worried about his older brother but was good enough to control his own emotions, compared to lying which he sucked at so much, that he could hide it currently. "And I don't mind wherever, if the guest bedroom isn't done right now I'll just jump here. But Nate is... getting better. He moved back home alone and took up a job at the school." he said this slowly, unsure if they had kept in touch unlike himself and Mik, not sure how much he could mention from what he knew happened with his other brother.

[mikael-winters]

The fae sucked in a breath of air as he felt the other’s fingers lightly graze along his skin.  The mere touch caused Mikael to tremble as his blue eyes looked at the other with complete desire.  Despite the loud music blaring in the background, Mikael couldn’t hear a thing as he solely focused on the man.  As he leaned his head back, he bit down on his bottom lip feeling the other’s whiskers brush against his neck before he lightly kissed him there.

It would not be good, Mikael had been using his brother’s name all night.  Although, he hardly doubts Nathan would visit such an establishment.  However, his twin was a teacher and there could be consequences.  “Indeed not,” he commented.  “Most of my ideas tend to be excellent.”  Mikael never failed with his own cockiness.  Soon, the other had his hand and was leading them out of the club.

The crisp cool air hit his face and he felt the sweat cooling along his forehead.  “No,” he told the other, wondering if they were going to exchange names.  But this seemed like a lot more fun as the other pinned him against the vehicle and began teasing him.  With the other’s body pressing against him as he kissed along his neck, Mikael was quickly becoming aroused and was desperate for the two to go somewhere.  “Your place,” he managed to get out.  One, he wasn’t going to bring whoever this stranger was to Aiden’s and two, he could easily sneak out the next morning.

Micah moved his hand down Mikael's stomach slowly, before they dipped under his shirt. Pushing it up slightly, Micah slowly ran his fingers over Mik's skin. Micah was feeling hot and it had nothing to do with the sea of bodies that surround them. He was solely focused on the man in front of him.

Micah moved his free hand and ran up Mikael's body slowly, light teasing touches. Before he reached up and gripped Mikael's chin gently, tilting the other's man hand back. Micah leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the man's neck. "Wouldn't be a good look, first time here and all. Wouldn't want to be on the banned list so soon." Micah breathed out, a small laugh falling from his lips before he pressed another kiss to Mik's throat. Micah let out a soft moan as he felt Mikael gripped on to him, he eyes flicking towards the exit. "I think that might be an excellent idea." Micah stepped away from Mikael before he stepped around to face the male, he reached and took Mikael's hand, before he started to guide him out of the club.

Once out of the club, Micah brought Mikael over to his car. "Did you drive here?" Micah asked as he pressed Mikael into the side of his car with his body, he leaned down a pressed a kiss to Mikael's throat again, as he pushed Mikael's shirt up slightly, as he stroked his fingers over Mikael's stomach again.

[mikael-winters]

“Yes hon, twin.”  Mikael responded at the woman before him.  “Trust me,” the fae’s blue eyes quickly looked up and down.  “I know,” there was a hint of judgment in his tone.  Despite his time away from the family and not talking to his twin for years, Mikael still felt there was a connection and that his twin hardly changed types since high school.

While she looked at him, he sighed.  “I’m the pretty one and he is the handsome one.”  Although identical, Mikael always thought it as easy to tell them apart.  Different personalities and definitely different tastes in fashion.

“Now honey, how do you know my twin and why were you apologizing?”  Mikael asked in complete wonderment.  Not often did he get mistaken for Nathan unless it was intentional.

~~*~~

There had to be something wrong with him. Why was he acting so out of character? Was the town doing something strange again? It wasn't completely outside the realm of possibility but then it was also possible that he just wanted to avoid this conversation. She wanted to avoid this conversation if she was honest. But here she was, attempting to fix it anyway. Though she wasn't exactly sure why.

But she actually stopped to listen to what he was saying and not the completely out of pocket way he was saying it. Flirting. Club. Drinking. She had never done any of those things with or around Nathan. His wife, or future wife, maybe. But never him.

"Twin," she repeated stupidly. Nathan had a twin. She had no idea. Probably something you'd think he'd mention at some point but now that she really thought about it, he'd never mentioned a family before. And she only realized he was from Greywood when she saw him here. "I'm...I'm not his type," she continued in agreement but couldn't form any other answer. Her eyes just intently took in his face trying to find any difference to the one she knew.

[mikael-winters]

Mikael pointed to himself, “for little ole me?”  It brightened him up, Neylani spoiled him far too much at times.  “Some clothes, what kind of clothes?”  The fae asked, wiggling his brows.  Although neither ashamed of it, he often didn’t dress in what was deemed women’s clothes in Greywood.  However, he was slowly starting to incorporate it back into his wardrobe over time.  “Fine, but I am taking full cost of the cabin.  And I won’t hear anything else about it,” he stated.

“You play?”  The man placed a hand on his hip and had that now come on honey written all over his face.  Mikael adored the woman before him, she was extremely accomplished and did so much for the town of Greywood.  However, he worried that she rarely took time for herself and with him back in Greywood.  That was going to change and change fast.  “I’m proud of you hon, I wish I had your go get ‘em attitude and all.  But, you’re going to work yourself to death or wake up one day and realize you missed out on so much.”  It did concern him at times, she was so focused which was a great attribute but it also meant you didn’t alway see what was going on around you.

Once he handed off her the glass, he smiled brightly as she mentioned he was in such a good mood.  “Well hon, I did have a few glasses already and a couple of pills.”  Suddenly he looked like a deer caught in the headlights realizing she was an officer of the law.  “I mean, just a few drinks.”  As they got back into the living room and the music started playing, he placed his glass down and started to jump up and down to dance.  “Romcom it is,” he commented.  “I do love, love.  And all the gooey stuff,” he smirked.  “What about Bridget Jones?  Or Love Actually, I do love those Brits.  Or maybe 10 Things I Hate About You or Pretty Woman.”  Mikael just kept listing off movie titles, although they did have the whole weekend to watch whatever they wanted.

The woman looked down at all the bags, idly massaging her scalp in consideration. "Well, most of this stuff is for you," she admitted, sheepishly. Neylani bent forward, reaching for one of the smaller bags that was partially covered up by the others, and plucked it from the pile as if the effort required nothing. "This is my bag here," she gave it an affectionate pat. "I found some clothes that I thought you would find interesting-- don't come for me about it, either, I've nothing better to spend my money on anyway, I should get to spoil my friends when I wish to."

She dropped her bag back onto the pile, allowing the male to drag her along through the cabin. "I play," Neylani said in defense of herself, yet there was some guilt lacing her tone at the same time. Mikhael was right, though. So much of her time was taken up either by work or her other 'extracurriculars' like The Pack and The Den, and in general the many people she had to check in on to make sure they were managing their lives according to plan. While she enjoy all of that, it was still a lot of work, and rarely free of stress. "Okay, I could chill out a bit," Ney allowed after cringing to herself of these thoughts. "But what can I say? I like to stay busy."

The wolf rested her hip to the counter, observing Mikhael as he went above and beyond preparing what was clearly going to be the perfect glass of wine. "I'll do my best," she promised, laughing to herself, as she plucked the drink from him and offered a salute of thanks for it before Neylani took a healthy take from it. "You seem to be in such a good mood," she couldn't help comment as they made way back to the living room. Was there something new going on in her friend's life that she didn't know about yet? Or was he just that far along in 'relaxing' by the time she'd arrived? "You know me, I'm a sucker for those romcoms," the wolf sighed dramatically, laying a hand over her heart and shaking her head. "But you always humor my choice-- you pick this time."

[mikael-winters]

“Thanks hon,” Mikael said with a pleasant smile.  Lately, he found himself turning to sweets as he tried figuring out his own life outside of Hector and New York.  While the woman went to get him the treat he ordered, he watched, maintaining a fairly straight face until she pretended to be confused.  Perhaps that was how she wanted to play it off, not have people questioning what was taking place in the back room.  “Works for me love,” he shrugged.  “Not sure darling, I don’t even know what all the arguing way about, but if we’re pretending nothing happened.  We can always change the subject…such as gurl, I fucking love your top.  Where did you get it?  I’m a bit flat chested as you can see, unlike your fabulous self.  You think they might have my size?”

"I understand," Zita said with a laugh. It was surely a joke or he was calling today a ''cheat day'', she assumed. Something along the lines of that, surely. She walked over to the treat he mentioned and went to slide on some gloves. One thing about Zita; she went the extra mile to make things look pretty & aesthetically pleasing. Her gloves were pink. "The elephant?" She asked, pretending to be confused. She looked up from the cupcakes and then shrugged. "I suppose we can pretend. I know I'm going to act like nothing happened because I could...or couldn't...care less how he feels." Zita shrugged again. "Would you?"

[mikael-winters]

“How do you not have control over your power by now?  We are nearly,” he paused, not wanting to state they were closer to forty than thirty now.  It truly baffled Mikael, although he could not always accurately shift his dreams.  For the most part, he managed to control them for his own benefit.  One reason he had such great success in school and later on in life.

Tears rushed to Mikael’s eyes as he tried blinking them away, it was a lot to handle.  Mikael was not fully prepared to discuss the issues between Hector and himself.  He didn’t want people to know he allowed such abuse for years.  Especially when he curated this image of himself for everyone.  All he wanted was for others to see him as successful, happy and all these other wonderful things.  And at the end of the day, he wasn’t any of those things and his self esteem was at an all time low.  Despite the performance he put on for everyone around him.

“I want you to tell me how angry you are with me, how I am a terrible brother.”  All those years of not talking, Mikael knew the blame rested on him and he hated himself for it.  Nathan had always been the good one out of the two of them.  Often stepping aside so Mikael could have the spotlight all to himself.  And even in adulthood, Nathan was infinitely better than him.

“Well now you know, I don’t have my shit together and I'm a failure."

Nathan just studied Mikael in disbelief, finding it difficult to put anything into words. Was he really storming into his house and throwing out accusations despite being fully aware that Nate had never had any control over this so called 'power'? He didn't get to narrow it in on some future fortune like Mikael had. He didn't get to hone it in some way because the past wasn't something he necessarily wanted to reflect on. And if it was driven off his thoughts and emotions or his deeper connection with Mikael - well, fuck him then, right? For being worried about his brother. For caring.

He'd been trying to be patient. He'd been trying to give Mikael space since he seemed to be asking for it. He was trying to do so much even though he had so little information to go off of. Now maybe he had all the information, but it didn't make him feel any better for it. Especially like this.

"You know I don't have any control over it," he finally says, his voice level in opposition to Mikael's angry and emotional. "I didn't use it. I don't choose when it happens. If I had a choice in the matter I wouldn't have these fucking dreams in the first place." He'd never wanted to know people's deepest, darkest secrets they hid in their past. This gift was more like a curse, digging into histories of the people around him that he had no business seeing or knowing about. And of all people, Mik knew how he felt about it. How he'd struggled with it.

"I don't know what you want me to say."

[mikael-winters]

A little red spread across the fae’s cheeks when the Alpha of the local wolf pack just questioned what he was called.  For Mikael, it was a simple expression amongst the gay community up in New York.  They often referred to each other as ladies, girls, and other pet names and he brought that home with him.  Looking a bit sheepish, Mikael offered a smile.  “My bad, I forget you’re probably more the butch, masculine kind.”  Not that he should be putting people into categories, but it just happens on occasion.  “I mean obviously,” Mikael motioned towards all the muscles and tattoos the other one had.  “Don’t think much of it hon, it is just an expression.”  The faerie offered, hoping there were no hurt feelings and didn’t offend the other.  Although, just looking at Ryden he hardly doubt the other was sensitive in such matters.  Most likely found it amusing in the first place.  “Unless, you kind of liked the expression,” he smirked.

Mikael stood there, his blue eyes watchfully taking in the other. Not in a sexual manner, but more just admiring the other one’s good looks.  After all, there was no law against admiring beauty.  “So what’s with the pearls?  A gift for the hubby?”  Although the two weren’t married, they were living together and were sharing a child together.  Might as well tie the knot in his eyes.  “I think they are nice,” he said looking at the pearls.  “I am sure Marsden would adore them,” he assured the other.  Not that he asked for his opinion, but he felt like giving it anyway.

|| Mikael & Ryden ||

“What did’ya call me again?” Ryden could hear his voice rising in pitch a bit beyond his control, laden with confusion that, for a moment, took all the usual deep, rumbling baritone away. “‘Gurl’? Did’ya jus’ call me ‘gurl’, yo?” There was zero animosity in this question although it might’ve sounded like a look for a fight. Honestly, Ryden would have had the same reaction if anyone else aside from his mother called him ‘sweetie’ or ‘darling’ or ‘honey’. He was not sweet. He was definitely not a darling. And genuinely, who in their right mind would think they’d survive calling him ‘honey’? He was not likable, approachable or even endearing in any way, shape or form. Yet lo and behold, this person just casually went on ahead and called him ‘gurl’. Ryden was dumbstruck. This was amazing. A fascinating mystery. What should he do now? Say ‘gurl’ back? Was that the gay etiquette? Is there even one? 

For most of his life, Ryden commonly received fearful, wary looks from strangers or had been sized up and compared merely for how he looked. He reckoned it was all the muscles, leather and tattoos. If you’d want your purse stolen or get beat up in a pub, you’d imagine a guy like Ryden doing it. Perhaps that was it, the misplaced tug at a location you wouldn't usually find one at. He was in the jewelry section, distracted by all the pretty bling. Maybe it was the fact that he’d picked up a set of pearl stud earrings under a very watchful eye of the store clerk and had put one of the pair up against his own ear, trying to imagine if it would look good on Marsden’s and match the pearl necklace bought for their last anniversary. It was so out of place for a guy like Ryden to even contemplate pearl earrings, let alone pick a pair up to check how they fit him in the mirror. He wasn’t even looking at them for himself! He bought all his metal at the tattoo and piercing studio he frequented or online. Maybe he was being too jumpy about it because he'd been looking at other things too - namely things that could fit on a finger, idly wondering if an engagement ring could have a pearl in instead of a stone. Just wondering! And just looking! From afar, contemplatively and anxiously...

@mikael-winters

[mikael-winters]

Out on the dancefloor, Mikael started to lift his arms and move his body until the other male came up towards him and drew him into his body.  Fuck, he thought to himself feeling the other’s muscle through his clothes.  Did he workout or what?  Chills ran down his spine hearing Micah’s words intimately whispered in his ear.

Flushed was an understatement as the two of them dance to the beats of the music, his body pressing firmly against the other.  Mikael hoped this stranger wouldn’t let go as he practically melted against the man.  “I would hate to tarnish our reputation and the club’s” he teased.  Mikael reached back, just needed something of the man to hold onto.  “We could always make a beeline to the door,” he offered as sweat glistened along his brows.

Micah picked his own drink and finished it, as he felt Mikael brush past him. Micah turned and watched Mikael for a moment, his smirk still dancing on his lips. He pushed himself off the bar, and followed Mikael. Once they reached the dance, Micah placed his hands on Mik's hips, and pulled the other man flush to his chest. Micah leaned down so he was close to MIik's ear. "I'm sure that can be arranged." Micah breathed out as he moved one of his hands, and pressed it against Mikael's stomach, spreading his fingers as he held the other in place.

Micah lowered his head a bit more as he pressed a kiss, behind Mikael's ear gently as he started to move his hips with the music, rolling his hips against Mikael's ass. "I feel like we might be breaking some kind of rule if took you right here on the dance floor, wouldn't I?" Micah breathed out, his voice low as he pressed his lips to Mik's ear.

[mikael-winters]

The fae’s brows furrowed as he looked at her in utter confusion.  “Honey, I am going to need you to take it down a notch…actually several notches.”  Mikael commented in a more feminine tone.  “Whatever this is,” he motioned with his hands towards both of them.  “It ain’t ever going to happen, I understand not everyone has a gaydar.”  Although with Mikael, he was fairly sure anyone that talks to him knows instantly.  “Don’t get me wrong, I am totally flattered and whatever happened at the club or whatnot.  Just know I was probably drinking and having a good time and I’ll flirt with just about anyone.”  Of course, he didn’t fully listen to her and did not catch what she was saying.  Mikael was off in his own little world and only heard a few of her words and piecemealed them together.

And then she mentioned years and he was now just more baffled than before.  “Years?  What the hell are you,” before finishing his sentence he rolled his eyes dramatically.  “Gurl, you got the wrong twin.  You don’t really strike me as Nathan’s type, but whatever is going on there please do spill. I’ve been out of the loop the last few years.”

~~*~~

Of course he was going to be difficult about this. She may have crossed a line but she wasn't a complete bitch, though he probably thought so. Not that she could blame him at this point. She had found that button that clearly set him off and she slammed that bitch like whack a mole. She laughed and shook her head regretting her choice to stop him already. But now that she had there really wasn't any going back.

"Yea well, I still don't think I was wrong but it doesn't exactly matter anymore since we're both here. And this town is not that big so we are going to run into each other again. So I just need to say I didn't mean it the way it sounded. Ok? I get you were having a hard time with your...relationship. Or whatever. And that can make someone crazy." Not that she would even know. Sleeping with someone was not the same as being with someone. Given how many people she had seen get raked over the coals, she figured she didn't even want to try and go down that road. Bailey kept telling her that the more she questioned it too. "I mean it's been years. At some point you gotta move on, right?"

[mikael-winters]

Beer, Mikael should have figured given the type of establishment he was in currently.  Not that it was particularly a masculine drink per say, but he often did see a certain type of man with beer.  “How lovely,” he sighed to  himself wondering if he could even turn it off for a night.  All he wanted was to be someone else right now.

“A cos?”  A playful smirk formed at the corner of his lips hearing the other somewhat tease him.  “Usually, I do not buy drinks.  Drinks are usually bought for me,” he countered.  “However, I might be able to make an exception to one drink if you’re so kind enough to give me your name.”

Mikael looked over at the bar top to see the drink placed in front of his body.  Reaching for his drink, he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip.  Now, he was about to do something that he knew better than to do.  “I’m Nathan,” he offered the other.

Good crowd that’s almost as reclusive and bound to not be in your face at all times, but then it could also be Aaron’s own demeanour that keeps people out of his way. Most of the time he’s at the Den, however, except today there’s a man who slides onto the stool not too far with a bend in his frame that says he doesn’t quite feel at home here. 

Then, the request for that drink. It’s not that it makes Aaron chuckle privately, who is he to judge anyone by how flamboyant their alcohol is. Nevertheless he glances over, and the smile that goes down into his beer with a pile of froth on it, could also be approval of what’s likely an act of rebellion in a place like this. 

He can feel the gaze on him, it slithers down his body like ghostly hands, and before the man even speaks, Aaron is turning his way, catching the question with their gazes already locked. “Beer,” he says, lifting the heavy glass in a half-toast. “But after this, who knows. Maybe a cos. Are you buying?” 

[mikael-winters]

“True, but I would then help you up afterwards.  What are friends for?”  Mikael smiled towards her with a slight glimmer in his eyes.  “Indeed,” he hummed as his blue eyes looked around the place.  There were several other atrocious decorations that he would get with Amy about later, but right now he was just thankful to have her by his side.  “It certainly is something,” he responded.  There was a love/hate relationship of the town and Mikael.  Aspects of Greywood he adored, but he felt like he didn’t shine here like he did in New York.

“Not often does Amy Baxter admit she may have been wrong.  Wow someone truly has grown,” he teased the siren.  A brow lifted as she mentioned something stronger.  Suddenly when she showed him the bracelet, his jaw partially hung open as he blinked at her several times.  It rather shocked him, the pristine Amy Baxter had this flawless reputation and here she was sneaking in alcohol into an event such as this.  Damn did he love her.  “Aren’t you a lifesaver?”  Mikael reached for his glass, downing the rest of the water before bringing the glass down under the table to fill a bit.

“You don’t need to spare my feelings, I know you’d be in the first rows to watch me fall.” She snorted at her friend, rolling her eyes a little at him insisting that the gays would save them all from this atrocity because even still, the atrocity persisted and it was right there, in their faces. “I guess everyone was afraid to break a nail over it this time around. No heroes still standing.” She commented petulantly as she took a delicate sip of the hot liquid. She then smiled at Mik, picking up a handkerchief to dab its corner carefully over her painted lips. “It’s truly one of its kind, isn’t it?” As a born Greywooder, she was naturally very proud of her town.

“Ughh, I thought doing other people’s homework for them would not follow me out of high school but apparently not!” She groaned jokingly but then gave Mik a little side glance. “You know what… why not something stronger now?” She whispered conspiratorially to him then fiddled with her very fashionable but slightly bulky bracelet. Apparently it had a secret cap on it which Amy undid and then offered the accessory to the fae man under the table, giving it a little sloshy shake to indicate that it was full of liquid inside.