That is a full time job in and of
itself, you know. But thanks. He's a magnet for trouble, even if his heart
is in the right place.
Trick's heart was always in the right place. His baby brother had a
tendency to see things in black and white, and that made him a little rash
sometimes, when he saw something wrong that he felt compelled to right. It
was one of the many reasons that Liam worried about him. It was also one of
the many things that had driven the rift between them, but Liam figured it
was better to let that remain. The last thing he needed was Trick finding
out about the reason he did what he did, about his deal and the price he'd
been paid to forfeit his soul.
I'm glad you like it though.
Really.
There were texts he wanted to send, things he desperately wanted to say.
But through some miracle of self control he managed not to, sighing quietly
even as Maurice, sensing his new owner's restlessness appeared to
aggressively headbutt his hands until he dropped the phone, which somehow
managed to turn on the voice message recording.
"Hey that's my phone, Maurice! I'm fine, you furry little menace. Just a
little heartbreak. I'll survive," a quiet murmur followed by the audible
sound of a cat purring up a storm as Liam scratched at the tomcat's cheek.
"Heartbreak?" Another voice, deeper, the accent strangely unplaceable, not
quite British, not quite American, and tinged at the edges of the
consonants with a hard edge from some language long forgotten by most who
still walked the Earth. "That's sweet that you still think you have a
heart, pet. Always the optimist, my little reaper."
"Gregory." Liam's voice again, but different than Riley would have heard it
before, quiet and guarded, subdued and with none of his usual bravado and
charm. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? What kind of question is that? I'm here to check up
on my property. You've been avoiding me, William. We can't have that. Do I
need to remind you who you belong to?"
"No. That's not necessary. I--"
"Oh I think it is. I think it's very much overdue." The demon smiled and
reached down for the cellphone Maurice had knocked to the floor. He noticed
the recording and hummed softly. Oh. Interesting. "I have no intention of
losing what is mine. Now come here, pet." With that he rather deliberately
ended the unintentional recording and very intentionally sent it on so that
whoever this new friend of Liam's was, he'd understand that he was
trespassing. More importantly though, he noted the name. Riley, hmm?
Interesting. He'd have to find out more about this Riley. Later.
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Date: 2025-06-02 05:39 pm (UTC)That is a full time job in and of itself, you know. But thanks. He's a magnet for trouble, even if his heart is in the right place.
Trick's heart was always in the right place. His baby brother had a tendency to see things in black and white, and that made him a little rash sometimes, when he saw something wrong that he felt compelled to right. It was one of the many reasons that Liam worried about him. It was also one of the many things that had driven the rift between them, but Liam figured it was better to let that remain. The last thing he needed was Trick finding out about the reason he did what he did, about his deal and the price he'd been paid to forfeit his soul.
I'm glad you like it though. Really.
There were texts he wanted to send, things he desperately wanted to say. But through some miracle of self control he managed not to, sighing quietly even as Maurice, sensing his new owner's restlessness appeared to aggressively headbutt his hands until he dropped the phone, which somehow managed to turn on the voice message recording.
"Hey that's my phone, Maurice! I'm fine, you furry little menace. Just a little heartbreak. I'll survive," a quiet murmur followed by the audible sound of a cat purring up a storm as Liam scratched at the tomcat's cheek.
"Heartbreak?" Another voice, deeper, the accent strangely unplaceable, not quite British, not quite American, and tinged at the edges of the consonants with a hard edge from some language long forgotten by most who still walked the Earth. "That's sweet that you still think you have a heart, pet. Always the optimist, my little reaper."
"Gregory." Liam's voice again, but different than Riley would have heard it before, quiet and guarded, subdued and with none of his usual bravado and charm. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? What kind of question is that? I'm here to check up on my property. You've been avoiding me, William. We can't have that. Do I need to remind you who you belong to?"
"No. That's not necessary. I--"
"Oh I think it is. I think it's very much overdue." The demon smiled and reached down for the cellphone Maurice had knocked to the floor. He noticed the recording and hummed softly. Oh. Interesting. "I have no intention of losing what is mine. Now come here, pet." With that he rather deliberately ended the unintentional recording and very intentionally sent it on so that whoever this new friend of Liam's was, he'd understand that he was trespassing. More importantly though, he noted the name. Riley, hmm? Interesting. He'd have to find out more about this Riley. Later.