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Finally, McCoy's message returns as well. {McCoy: 'course! chase your 1st man?} When you tell him absolutely not, he understands your explanation- You can almost visualize him nodding, really. {McCoy: at least he finally got laid} You're not so sure about that, given your own experience, but it's really hard to think about that given the much better relationship you're in now. Better not to compare, or think about it at all. As it is, that delayed your invitation to Chase by at least another hour, or day, or week maybe. {McCoy: while you two are @ town, we can have you for the baseball game on Fri.} Oh yeah, Pete's the mascot, isn't he? That would be nice. Meryl wanted to go anyway, this is the perfect excuse.
As you work out the details, it seems like that actually came back positively. And after a little needling from Meryl about supposedly being scared of your ex, you work up the courage to text Chase. He begins typing, then stops, and then restarts several times. By the time he's finished, it's a small paragraph in one text. {Chase: I wish I could say yes, but it's more than just my wife... It's why we matched up in the first place. I'm serious when I found out some messed up stuff about myself. I really owe her for covering for me. It's not criminal, not really, but... Let's just say I can't talk about it.} Wait, is he Dagonian? You phrase it in a way that makes it ambiguous what Meryl is, just in case he's not clued into the supernatural. {Chase: No, not like her. Not really, anyway. We're kind of opposites.}
>{Opposite of a hereditary disease?}
What does he think Meryl is? {Chase: I have an STD. That's the best way to put it.} That's the BEST way to put it? What the fuck? Well, at least that settles the question of him showing up (no).
"Cool, we're hitting crazy critical mass," Meryl blows off the texts bothering her and shakes her head. "That's how this works- magic attracts magic and that sort of thing. My dad said it had something to do with the fact that magic lives outside the bounds of society so all magicians are essentially forced into the same narrow space." Yay destiny, complete with magic STDs. She gestures to the parking lot. "Let's go back home." It takes her a moment to correct, and she doesn't seem to mind the error, either. "I mean, to your parent's house."
>I know what you meant.
Holding her feels like completion.
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"The new clan I sired just fled. I thought they would fight the other mating pair, but they didn't."
"You motherfuckers always insist on magical solutions to mundane problems. If something you want dead doesn't die after ten 5.56 rounds, you're probably fighting a dragon."
"So I'm a dragon now?"
"You're the only person I know that can get close enough to Cier to tear his head off. Last sniper I sent lived, but his eye didn't fix for months."
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That'll be the end of the thread, I've delayed enough updates that I'll open a new thread for safety's sake. Archiving: Enjoy pic!
