#cruelprincae: buffy summers

[sunnydalescoobiies]

plotted & closed starter for @cruelprincae from buffy summers.

†  ――――    BUFFY  NEVER  EXPECTED  TO  BE  TRAVELING  WITH  A  FAERIE.  in  all  honesty,  buffy  had  no  idea  of  their  existence  to  begin  with.  what  else  was  she  going  to  run  into?  elves  or  mermaids  next?  she  tried  not  to  be  so  callous  or  demeaning  about  it,  though.  she's  just  been  so  accustomed  to  vampires  and  demons  and  even  werewolves  but  faeries?  that's  something  she  always  thought  had  to  be  a  myth,  too  far  of  a  reach  to  actually  exist  in  this  world  but  she  was  wrong  because  lo  and  behold,  cardan  existed  and  he  was  existing  to  purely  be  a  pain  in  her  damn  ass.  of  course,  there  was  a  much  bigger  picture  here  than  annoying  her  every  chance  he  got;  she  was  apparently  supposed  to  protect  him  and  aid  him  in  his  conquest.  this  was  also  something  buffy  never  thought  would  happen  to  her.  wasn't  her  sacred  duty  supposed  to  be  protecting  humans  from  becoming  lunchables  for  the  undead?  last  time  she  checked,  protecting  tinkerbell  wasn't  on  her  list  of  tasks  for  the  day.

IT  TOOK  EVERYTHING  IN  HER  TO  FINALLY  SUCCUMB  TO  THIS  APPARENT  PROPHECY.  she  would  much  rather  be  kicking  some  vampire  ass  in  the  graveyard  or  kicking  back  at  her  place  sharpening  her  stakes  and  listening  to  nirvana;  anything  but  this  exhausting  journey.  she  bit  her  tongue,  most  of  the  time,  while  they  traveled  together  but  it  wasn't  in  buffy's  nature  to  keep  her  mouth  shut.  he  seemed  to  complain  constantly;  his  feet  hurt  or  how  he  longed  for  a  warm  bed.  he  clearly  needed  a  wake  up  call.  buffy  would  continue  on  foot  alongside  cardan  until  they  reached  their  final  destination  for  the  night.  as  much  as  buffy  put  up  a  hard  exterior  and  insisted  that  she  never  required  a  rest,  she  needed  it;  mostly,  she  needed  cardan  to  shut  up  and  go  to  sleep  so  she  could  hear  herself  think.      “      we're  here      ”    she  announced  to  him,  pointing  forward  with  her  stake  the  building  that  stood  tall  in  front  of  them  a  couple  hundred  feet  away.        “      listen,  this  isn't  some  hotel  where  they'll  have  a  hot  tub  and  an  all  you  can  eat  breakfast  bar.  this  is  a  spot  for  demons  to  lay  low,  got  it     ?     which  means  you  let  me  do  the  talking  and  no  one  gets  their  head  chopped  off      ”     she  warned  him  but  she  didn't  have  any  sort  of  high  hopes.  

[little-miss-buffy]

10   FAVORITE   CHARACTERS   FROM   10   DIFFERENT   FANDOMS.

Buffy Summers- Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Toss-up between Ben Solo and R2D2- Star Wars

Toss-up between Tony Stark and Thor- The Avengers

Olivia Benson- Law & Order: SVU

Seely Booth- Bones

Toss-up between Emma Swan and Regina Mills- Once Upon a Time

Ciri- The Witcher

Toss-up between Lucifer and Chloe- Lucifer

Klaus Mikaelson (even though I hate him in TVD)- TVD/TO

Titans- Dick Grayson

Tagged by: @thatslayer

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[cursedslaeyer]

#CURSEDSLAEYER, { original character. }

Private / Mutually Exclusive. Original Character Hope Lehane from Joss Wheedon's Buffy the Vampire Slayer universe with verses heavily intertwined with Holly Black's the Cruel Prince. Blog is mostly based on the show & books; but takes some aspects from the comics + diverges into au's and runs ten miles in every direction on five different tracks. (i.e. very chaotic). Low activity, penned by Tink, 26, GMT. Previously sacredslaycd.

Heavily affiliated with cruelprincae's Cardan & dhampirslays Jo Summers.

a study in: growing up too fast, living with abandonment, surviving trauma, the loss of innocence, growing up in your parents shadow, fighting with your demons, self sacrifice, being in love with your best friend, having your destiny picked for you, surviving the prophecy, what it means to be a slayer, losing the one you love, learning to trust, a weapon or a child? & learning to let go.

DOC , OPENS , MEMES, BLOGROLL: I , II, III

[little-miss-buffy]

According to Giles, some hunter was here in Monterey and needed to be put down. This wasn't something that she needed to concern herself with according to Giles. She could easily hand it off to the other slayers or slayer trainees. But, Buffy needed it. She needed to keep busy or else she would be thinking about him again. How she would never see him again. How he died believing that she only told him that she loved him to tell him goodbye. How she'd never be able to prove to him that she was telling the truth. That she'd never.....

Get a grip, Summers. Buffy wiped away a tear that escaped from her eye. This was why she took small missions like this. To keep her mind off it. The hunter was dumb enough to be in plain sight outside a warehouse. He was easy to take down. Although, she suspected that there was someone or something of value. She pulled open the heavy door. She turned on her flashlight and made her way around the warehouse. There were a lot of crates and cages stacked throughout. What kind of hunter was this guy?

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a voice calling out for help and a cage rattling. With her red scythe in hand, she went running towards the voice. When she got to the cage she shined her flashlight on the inhabitant. Was that a person? With a hood over his head!? Buffy hacked away at the padlock and opened the cage door and pulled the hood off the inhabitant's head. "Hey," she said, not sure what to say pun-wise. "You think you'd be able to move quickly when I get you out?"

@cruelprincae

@little-miss-buffy gets a plotted starter

Cardan is not quite certain where he is, how he got there or how long he has been left to dangle from the iron chains that dig into the cage's ceiling, just as he does not know how far away he's been transferred from what the populated area the humans call California, where he had gone into hiding hours before he had been so rudely taken against his will ― but he's pretty certain he knows why. Balekin; or rather, the quite hefty bounty he has placed on the youngest Prince's head for his safe and hale transportation of the Blood Crown and himself back to Elfhame. He has seen the flyers, made of bamboo, thin paper, and written with ink as dark as night and he has to admit, the deal itself seemed good ― almost too good to be true, and he could tell why most of the hunters with connections to Elfhame would jump on the deal like sharks to their prey. Alas, Cardan knows of his brother's whims like he knows himself; the chance of them getting out of the Palace of Elfhame alive is as slim as himself escaping the chains that keep him bound and in place. Balekin is a lot of things with vein, greedy and power-hungry being just the tip of the very long iceberg, but he's no fool ― and, if experience has taught Cardan anything, is that he's not known for leaving any survivors.

But Cardan's no fool either; He knows exactly the kind of fate that awaits him the second he's presented before Balekin, seated high and mighty upon their father's oak throne. First, Balekin would make him crown him the High King of Elfhame, and then, he'd take his sweet time to torture and maim him before putting his head on a spike, like he has threatened before. As fine of decoration his head would be to balance out the ugliness of Balekin's, Cardan doesn't want to die. In fact, he quite prefers to keep his head nested upon his shoulders, where it ought to be ― but in order for that to happen, he needs to hone whatever means he has in his possession to aid his escape. Which, consequently, is also tremendously hard, for Fae glamour is an art he has mastered and, as if the hunter had been aware of this, a woolen hood that makes his skin itch had been placed over his head to keep the Prince from making eye contact with them. It would be a great, great understatement to say his choices have been gravely limited. And yet, he needs to think and he needs to think fast.

Before his mind, now rusted with dehydration and weak from the iron's influence, can form a coherent plan though, Cardan picks up the soft muffled rustling sound of fighting taking place just beyond the walls of his captivity. But, just as quickly as they've started, they are quick to fall silent, and the Prince's long, pointed, and adorned with earrings ears, twitch as he wills them to listen. His heart thumps into his chest, each long beat nearly drumming in his ears as he drowns in a silence he finds far too unbearable to withstand, especially since his life could be, potentially, on the line. Focused as he is, he nearly winces when the set of metallic, warehouse doors are pulled open and the sound of footsteps are drawn closer; and, although Cardan is blinded by the hood, he can tell the difference between the hunter's stomping and the heels that ring closer with every passing step. They're hurried, assertive ― and, from the sound of heels against the cement ground, feminine.

The Prince can't seem to find it within himself to care though; as the human saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend and right now, the said enemy seems to have preoccupied his enemy for long enough to waltz into the warehouse stacked with the hunter's prized collections. An escape plan has just fallen into his bound hands and not grasping such opportunity by the hair would have rented him a fool ― Cardan is a lot of things, but not a fool. Never a fool, even though he has done a remarkable job disguising himself as one.

❛ Please, let me out ! ❜ He calls out, rattling the chains loud enough to draw attention. The iron bites into his wrists and burns his skin, but Cardan ignores it. ❛ If you want gold, I can give it to you ! I can give you anything you want so long as you let me out of here ! ❜

[sunnydalescoobiies]

@cruelprincae sent from cardan greenbriar to buffy summers : PRIVATE + on the floor,  in front of the fireplace to warm up after coming inside from winter storm. - location based smut prompts ( open )

†  ――――       THEY  HAD  BEEN  TRAVELING  ENDLESSLY  FOR  DAYS  AND  IT  WAS  WORSE  NOW  THAT  AN  UNEXPECTING  WINTER  STORM  HAD  BLEW  THROUGH  THEIR  AREA. buffy  knew  it  would've  been  too  dangerous  if  they  continued  to  trudge  through  the  lands  while  this  blizzard  was  blowing  through   (   as  much  as  she  probably  would've  continued  onwards  if  cardan  wasn't  her  companion  on  this  strange  journey   )   so  that's  why,  when  she  had  spotted  a  cabin  up  ahead  barely  shining  some  light  through  the  blurriness  the  snow  was  creating,  she  directed  them  both  there.  it  would  be  safer  to  wait  this  thing  out,  even  though  it  would  backtrack  what  they  were  trying  to  accomplish.  she  held  cardan  close  into  her  side  with  a  blanket  wrapped  around  his  body  to  keep  the  snow  from  piercing  his  face  harshly.  she  kicked  down  the  door  and  rushed  him  inside,  shutting  it  behind  them  and  barricading  it  with  a  dresser  and  a  night  stand,  just  in  case  any  enemies  were  watching  their  moves.  she  rather  not  be  surprised  in  the  middle  of  the  night.

THANK  GOODNESS  THERE  WAS  A  FIREPLACE  IN  THIS  CABIN.  buffy  would  never  admit  weakness,  but  inside   (   and  out   )   she  was  freezing,  and  she  knew  she  needed  some  time  to  recharge.  she  took  it  upon  herself  to  start  a  fire,  poking  it  with  the  fire  iron  to  create  a  more  rousing  fire  for  them  to  take  comfort  in.  buffy  was,  at  first,  sitting  in  alone  in  front  of  the  flames  but  was  soon  accompanied  by  cardan  when  he  took  a  spot  next  to  her.        ❛      i'm  sorry  we  couldn't  get  there  today   —      ❜      she  whispered,  disappointed  in  herself.  this  was  a  prophecy  that  had  proven  most  difficult,  and  one  she  still  wasn't  sure  how  to  handle.  all  she  knew  was  that  she  didn't  want  to  disappoint  cardan.  it  was  then  when  their  shoulders  had  brushed  against  one  another's.  buffy  was  hesitant  at  first,  pulling  away,  but  then  found  herself  leaning  back  into  his  comforting  touch.  she  slowly  turns  her  head  to  look  at  him  but  found  he  was  already  gazing  at  her.  it  caused  her  cheeks  to  heat  up  with  embarrassment,  being  caught  in  the  act  of  a  longing  gaze,  but  it  made  her  heart  feel  full   —   was  it  joy?  safety?  even   [   ....   ]   love?  buffy  wasn't  sure,  but  she  knew  for  a  fact  she  felt  scared.  everything  in  her  mind  told  her  to  back  off,  but  she  found  her  body  leaning  closer  and  closer  to  him  until  their  lips  were  barely  ghosting  over  each  other's.        ❛      i'm  just   —   cold      ❜     she  excused  herself  in  a  softened  hush.  she  swallowed  thickly  before,  without  another  thought  to  talk  herself  out  of  it,  she  kissed  him   —   hard.  why  did  it  feel  so  nice  to  be  kissing  him  right  now?  buffy  didn't  have  much  experience  in  the  way  of  intimacy.  in  fact,  there's  only  been  one  other  time  she's  been  intimate  with  someone,  but  this  felt   —  right.  it  felt  okay.  she  welcomed  it  as  much  as  she  feared  what  was  to  pass  after  this.  her  hands  reach  up  to  hold  cardan's  face,  their  lips  molding  together  in  a  perfect  motion,  as  if  they  were  meant  to  be  kissing  each  other.  she  slowly  moves  to  straddle  his  lap,  still  cradling  his  face  in  her  palms,  as  she  made  herself  comfortable  on  top  of  him.  he  felt  so  warm  and  so  safe  and  for  the  first  time  in  buffy's  life,  she  felt  vulnerable.  she  didn't  care  to  know  why,  she  just  wanted  to  revel  in  this,  let  herself  go.  she  pulls  back  only  briefly  to  pull  off  her  shirt  to  reveal  her  bare  chest,  and  she  reaches  over  to  grab  a  blanket  to  wrap  the  both  of  them  in,  leaning  back  down  to  resume  kissing  him  again.  she  didn't  want  this  feeling  to  end,  but  she  knew  the  sun  would  come  up,  and  she'd  be  tempted  to  flee  in  fear  of  abandonment.

[insufferablemonsters]

𝔟𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶 & 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔞𝔫 - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @cruelprincae.

buffy  still  doesn't  fully  understand  what  cardan  was.  she  knew  he  was  a  creature  of  some  sort,  called  himself  a  faerie,  but  what  does  that  mean?  the  real  question  that  plagued  her  mind  was:  could  she  trust  him?  what  did  this  mission  mean  for  her?  buffy  isn't  one  much  for  the  talking  and  that's  why  she  thinks  so  much.  she  thought  about  what  would  happen  if  she  were  to  ditch  him,  what  would  happen  to  him,  and  what  would  happen  if  she  were  to  fail  this  mission.  she  didn't  even  know  where  to  begin.  she  knew  of  the  safe  places  they  could  squat  in  and  the  creatures  that  could  help  them  by  pointing  them  in  the  right  direction.  she  knew  how  to  protect  him,  to  a  certain  extent,  but  beyond  that?  she  was  clueless.  all  she  could  hope  for  was  that  she  was  doing  the  right  thing.

she  studied  him  as  he  took  the  small  bag  of  ready-to-eat  contents  and  began  poking  around  at  it.  he  didn't  seem  like  he  was  particularly  excited  to  consume  this  ration,  but  they  didn't  have  much  of  a  choice.  it's  like  they  could  just  dine  at  some  five-star  restaurant,  and  it's  not  like  she  would  particularly  want  to  anyway.  she  sighed  deeply  and  took  the  bag  from  him,  grabbing  a  plastic  fork  from  her  bag  and  sticking  it  inside  his  bag  of  food,  handing  it  back  to  him.  she  cocks  her  head  slightly,   ❛   not  this  one.  you  can  eat  it  as  is   ❜   she  informs  him.  she  takes  out  her  own  and  rips  it  open  with  her  teeth,  beginning  to  eat  as  if  she  hadn't  for  days.  maybe  she  hasn't,  who  knows?  she  couldn't  remember  how  long  they  were  out  there.  they've  been  surviving  off  of  vending  machine  food  for  days  during  their  journey,  and  this  was  a  meal  she  had  been  waiting  for.

buffy  did  not  have  another  plastic  fork  to  use  to  consume  her  meal.  instead,  she  would  use  her  fingers  and  even  aim  the  bag  directly  into  her  mouth,  so  the  food  would  slide  easily  down  her  gullet.  buffy  was   ...   she  didn't  have  much  social  etiquette,  let's  say.  she's  been  on  her  own  ever  since  she  was  sixteen  years  old.  she's  had  to  learn  to  survive  by  her  own  means;  off  the  streets,  begging  for  money,  beating  up  on  demons  for  their  money,  even  participating  in  fights  for  money.  it  wasn't  an  easy  life  she  had  to  venture  through.  her  parents  had  disowned  her  and  her  watcher  had  died  at  the  hands  of  a  creature  she  was  made  to  kill.  it  was  always  easier  if  she  didn't  have  to  worry  about  anyone  else  but  herself.  now,  though,  it  was  different.  she  had  a  whole  other  person  she  had  to  look  after;  feed,  protect,  even  comfort.  all  things  she  didn't  know  how  to.  how  could  she  comfort  someone  else  if  she  couldn't  do  so  for  herself?  she  was  just  as  lost  as  he  was,  and  maybe  that's  the  comfort  she  needed  to  find  before  allowing  him  in.

she  devoured  the  whole  package  in  a  matter  of  minutes,  wiping  her  face  of  the  leftover  contents  with  the  back  of  her  wrist,  sucking  the  rest  off  her  fingertips.  she  looked  at  cardan,   ❛   just  eat  it.  better  than  anything  i  could  cook   ❜   she  told  him.  she  gets  up  from  the  bed  and  begins  to  rummage  through  her  belongings,  pulling  out  her  only  other  spare  shirt.  she  stands  up  and  extends  a  hand  towards  him,   ❛  gimme  your  shirt.  smells  like  shit,  i'll  wash  it   ❜   she  offered,  raising  her  eyebrows.  full  of  tact,  wasn't  she?

[sunnydalescoobiies]

†  ――――        BUFFY  ALWAYS  KNEW  THAT  THIS  JOURNEY  WAS  GOING  TO  BE  A  LONG,  PERILOUS  ONE,  BEING  BY  CARDAN'S  SIDE,  not  to  mention  exhausting.  she  never  heard  anyone  complain  as  much  as  she  did  cardan,  and  you  would  think  she'd  be  used  to  it  by  now,  since  it  had  been  weeks  since  they  set  out  on  this  adventure.  she  couldn't  blame  him  too  much.  this  was  a  world  he  was  not  used  to  and  one  that  was  filled  with  deadly  aspects  that  could  cause  him  to  grow  weak  or  even  bring  a  fatal  demise  to  him,  but  buffy  was  determined  to  keep  him  alive  and  keep  him  safe   —   whatever  that  may  entail.  after  all,  it  was  her  destiny   [   ....   ]   apparently.

BUFFY  TURNED  HER  HEAD  TO  SHOOT  HIM  A  POINTED  GLANCE  AT  HIS  WORDS,  SLIGHTLY  POKING  AT  HER  HORRIBLE  ATTITUDE  SHE  TRUDGED  AROUND  WITH  ALL  THE  TIME.  she  couldn't  help  it.  it  had  always  been  just  her,  and  she  only  ever  had  to  worry  about  HER.  having  someone  tag  along  next  to  her  in  her  battles  and  her  decisions  was  something  she  wasn't  accustomed  to,  and  maybe  that's  why  they  butt  heads  more  often  than  not.  she  turned  her  body  to  face  him,  hands  on  her  hips  in  a  sassy  fashion,      ❛      your  judgement  would  be  wrong.  i'm  fine.  i  can  keep  going.  did  you  want  to  keep  going,  cardan     ?      ❜     she  asked,  her  tone  defensive.  she  knew  she  was  wrong  about  this.  she  needed  rest.  her  feet  hurt,  her  head  was  pounding,  and  she  was  famished.  she  sighed  deeply,      ❛      i'm  doing  this  for  you.  so,  i  don't  need  the  sarcasm      ❜     she  added  and  began  leading  them  to  the  building.  she  opened  the  double  doors  slowly  and  took  an  immediate  scan  of  what  she  was  up  against;  she  needed  to  know  exactly  what  she  was  in  for  inside  this  motel  for  demons.

THANKFULLY,  IT  WASN'T  OVERLY  OCCUPIED,  FOR  THE  EXCEPTION  TO  A  FEW  MEASLY  VAMPIRES  AND  A  COUPLE  OF  THORAX  DEMONS.  nothing  she  couldn't  handle  if  they  were  to  cause  a  ruckus  or  threaten  cardan.  all  eyes  were  on  the  pair  as  she  approached  the  check  in  counter.  she  didn't  blame  them  for  watching  their  every  move;  they  knew  of  her,  the  vampire  slayer,  who  had  no  mercy  when  it  came  to  slaying  their  kind,  but  they  knew  better  than  to  start  something  with  her,  especially  when  she  was  clearly  equipped  for  any  oncoming  battles.  buffy  slammed  her  hands  on  the  check  in  counter,  causing  the  weakling  demon  to  jump  in  its  seat.  it  was  shivering  cowardly  where  it  sat,  fidgeting  its  claw  -  like  fingers  rapidly,  all  six  of  its  eyes  rapidly  darting  around  the  room.  buffy  canted  her  head  at  the  demon,  unfazed  by  its  strange  appearance,      ❛       we  need  a  room.  two  beds,  top  floor        ❜     she  instructed,  pointing  upwards.  she  wanted  the  top  floor  so  they  wouldn't  be  shocked  by  any  surprise  attacks.  the  slayer  was  aware  that  this  was  a  risky  move,  exposing  themselves  like  this,  but  they  didn't  have  any  gear  to  camp  outside.  she'd  make  a  point  to  get  some  for  the  rest  of  their  journey  as  they  continued  tomorrow.  the  demon  nodded  several  times,  rummaging  through  the  drawer  for  the  keys  and  sliding  them  to  the  slayer.  she  takes  them,        ❛      i  don't  want  any  trouble.  your  kind  stays  put,  and  we'll  stay  put,  understood     ?       ❜     she  stated  firmly,  and  the  demon  did  nothing  but  nod  in  understanding. 

SHE  PLACES  A  GUIDING  HAND  ON  CARDAN'S  BACK  TO  LEAD  HIM  UP  THE  STAIRS  TO  THEIR  ROOM,  ALL  CREATURES  WATCHING  EVERY  STEP  THEY  TOOK  UNTIL  THEY  WERE  OUT  OF  SIGHT.  buffy  unlocks  their  room  and  allows  cardan  to  step  in  first.  it  was  a  small,  dingy  room.  dark,  slightly  damp,  with  torn  up  curtains  and  blood  stained  wooden  floors.  nothing  for  entertainment  for  the  exception  of  a  radio  on  the  nightstand.  but,  it  would  do  for  the  night.  there  was  a  bed,  a  shower,  and  a  toliet,  and  that  was  good  enough  for  the  slayer.  she  was  hoping  it'd  be  good  enough  for  the  prince  as  well.  she  plopped  herself  on  the  bed  and  torn  open  her  bag,  taking  out  two  MREs  from  her  bag   —   one  was  the  contents  of  macaroni  and  cheese  and  the  other  was  plain  chili.  she  was  about  to  choose  one  for  herself,  but  then  thought,  maybe  she  should  be  considerate.  she  rolls  her  eyes  only  at  herself,        ❛     chili  or  mac  and  cheese     ?       ❜    she  asked,  figuring  she  should  let  the  prince  she's  protecting  pick  which  one  he'd  prefer  before  choosing  herself.

As he comes to a stop in the very midst of the surprisingly void of cars street, a manicured brow arches from underneath the circlet that rests above it and Cardan's gaze shifts, first from the graceless-looking wooden stick and then to the fairly old yet formidable building towering in the distance.

He never would have guessed the motel was inhumanly inhabited had the slayer not informed him of such, but then again, the Prince does not have much experience with anything other than the Folk ( solitary or court-bound ) to be able to tell the difference ― to him, it looks like any of the hundreds of other buildings he has seen surrounding the sides of busy roads whilst on his way to the demon-infested town; it bears the same brick walls, the same identical structure and the same reek of iron, metals and exhaustion fumes that prickle his skin and lungs like tiny needles, although the latter appears to be a daunting constant in all mortal locations ― the exception being the cities, where the feeling is near suffocating.

His head tilts as black eyes rimmed in gold examine the building and the perimeter further, as though trying to spot that one thing, the key difference that signals the inhuman presence ― and soon enough, his eyes widen in dawning realisation when he notices that, unlike the motels in the many towns he has passed through, this one is surrounded by no cars; the square, box-like windows that adorn the front of the building shine no light to the outside, making it appear as though no one lives in them.

Well, no one human, anyway.

Were the circumstances different, Cardan would not have thought twice before turning his back and continuing on his way until he came across the next motel with the opportunity to house him ― preferably, something human ― but alas, these circumstances are not normal; The journey has been harder and longer than he is accustomed to, he is at the very brink of exhaustion and the iron-induced atmosphere aids to nothing except to decelerate him, to make him worse than he already is. Danger or not, his body needs rest and hence, when Buffy serves the command that they will be staying in that particular motel for the night, the Fae does very little except offer a curt nod.

❛ Okay, ❜ Cardan croaks an answer, voice low, not only to make sure that whatever inhabits their soon-to-be resting place does not hear them but also because, for the time being, that is all he can manage, for the majority of his energy is reserved to keep him upon his very two feet. He is far too exhausted to argue, even if a well-portioned part of him wants to roll his eyes and make a well-deserved comment regarding the blonde's daddy issues and rather violent tendencies. But alas, that would have to be a comment for another day ― preferably one where he is not about to drop and sleep upon the concrete ground. ❛ Very well, you have my word. No talking and no taking charge of anything when on the premises of the motel. Such shall be left entirely to your devices. Can we go now ? As endearing as it is to banter with you in the middle of the street, I do need to rest and judging by your rapidly declining patience, so do you. ❜