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hadriel_logs2018-05-21 11:28 pm
ibiza) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-05-21 11:28 pm
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all I ever needed is here in my arms
Who: Margo Hanson and OTA with a separate starter for her house
What: Margo makes dinner and goes out to the orchard for fruit
Where: One of Love’s house and then the orchard
When: May 20, earlier in the day
Warnings: Language!
[ People Talking Without Speaking ]
As sure as any other shitty world Margo has found herself in, this one has shitty turns of events in it, as well. From the moment she had stepped out of the cave, Margo’s ears had seemed to stop functioning. She did everything from yawning to smacking herself in the ear, trying to encourage herself to start hearing again, but as the moments passed she’d become more and more certain that she’d somehow become deaf.
Fuck.
To make matters worse, it hadn’t been an isolated problem. Both of her housemates, her boyfriend and whatever it was that Leo was to her, had something taken away from them, whether it was a sense or an ability.
This was a perfect time to show them both her ability to bounce back. Well, Seth had already seen it, but never to this degree.
On that particular day, in the late afternoon, Margo could be found in their kitchen fixing spaghetti and meatballs. It wasn’t steak, but she was sure Seth would eat it anyway. She turned her head and shouted,definitely perhaps a little too loudly. The neighbors might have heard her.
“Seth, baby, how much garlic do you like in your sauce?”
[ Silence Is Better Than Unmeaning Words ]
If there was one thing Margo liked about this place better than Reims, it was that food wasn’t rationed as strictly. She could go to the orchard and pick what she needed to fix meals for her household. Well, herself and Seth. Leo didn’t really eat food. His food of choice happened to be the souls of sinners. Creepy, but she liked the guy enough to endure creepiness.
Walking to the orchard, she heard nothing. The busy streets were utterly silent and her deafness was undoubtedly a hazard. It was a miracle that she hadn’t collided with someone yet.
The loss of her sense of hearing bothered her more than she would ever admit. She wondered if she would ever hear Seth’s voice again, if her loss of hearing would make her vulnerable to the point of sure death in a matter of weeks. It wasn’t easy to think about, so she set out to find strawberries for a dessert she had on the brain.
And just like that, she bumped into someone in the most violent of ways.
“Shit.” She said, a little too loudly. “Sorry.”
What: Margo makes dinner and goes out to the orchard for fruit
Where: One of Love’s house and then the orchard
When: May 20, earlier in the day
Warnings: Language!
As sure as any other shitty world Margo has found herself in, this one has shitty turns of events in it, as well. From the moment she had stepped out of the cave, Margo’s ears had seemed to stop functioning. She did everything from yawning to smacking herself in the ear, trying to encourage herself to start hearing again, but as the moments passed she’d become more and more certain that she’d somehow become deaf.
Fuck.
To make matters worse, it hadn’t been an isolated problem. Both of her housemates, her boyfriend and whatever it was that Leo was to her, had something taken away from them, whether it was a sense or an ability.
This was a perfect time to show them both her ability to bounce back. Well, Seth had already seen it, but never to this degree.
On that particular day, in the late afternoon, Margo could be found in their kitchen fixing spaghetti and meatballs. It wasn’t steak, but she was sure Seth would eat it anyway. She turned her head and shouted,
“Seth, baby, how much garlic do you like in your sauce?”
If there was one thing Margo liked about this place better than Reims, it was that food wasn’t rationed as strictly. She could go to the orchard and pick what she needed to fix meals for her household. Well, herself and Seth. Leo didn’t really eat food. His food of choice happened to be the souls of sinners. Creepy, but she liked the guy enough to endure creepiness.
Walking to the orchard, she heard nothing. The busy streets were utterly silent and her deafness was undoubtedly a hazard. It was a miracle that she hadn’t collided with someone yet.
The loss of her sense of hearing bothered her more than she would ever admit. She wondered if she would ever hear Seth’s voice again, if her loss of hearing would make her vulnerable to the point of sure death in a matter of weeks. It wasn’t easy to think about, so she set out to find strawberries for a dessert she had on the brain.
And just like that, she bumped into someone in the most violent of ways.
“Shit.” She said, a little too loudly. “Sorry.”
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So he's been using music to calm himself down. He's got his headphones in and is listening to some death metal. One of the advantages of being unable to be hurt was that his eardrums couldn't be damaged by listening to his music too loudly. Then he hears something even through the screaming tones in his ears. He pauses the music and pulls his headphones out, sticking his head out of his door.
"Please, by all means, yell a little louder. I don't think everyone else in the city heard you."
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“Seth!” She shouted a little louder. “How much garlic do you like in your sauce??” Was he even in the house? This deafness was so damn frustrating. Margo stood in the archway, tapping her toe as she waiting for him to answer his.
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"Alright, your voice is up here." He holds one hand at head height. "I need it down here." He lowers it to chest height.
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“Head… Chest…” She wrinkled her eyebrows and shook her head. “You want a parka? Leo. You’re gonna have to enunciate a hell of a lot better if there is any hope of us communicating.” Margo held up her hands and let out a tiny laugh. It was beginning to seem like every syllable was a little louder than the last.
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"You're. Too. Loud," he said very slowly, hopefully so that Margo could understand what he was saying. This was getting ridiculous.
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“Ohhh…” She said in a much lower voice. “I see.”
She nodded slowly, folding her hands in front of her and acting very meek for a moment. “I’m too loud. Hmm.”
In a split second she was herself again, the frustration of having one less sense than she was supposed to bubbled to the surface once again, and tiny 5’3” Margo made a valiant attempt to get in Leo’s face.
“You need to stop being a dickhole about a few fucking decibels!” Margo ground her teeth together as she shot daggers with her eyes.
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Really, she could have stood on her toes, and still barely been at eye level with him, so her attempts to glare at him weren't quite as effective as she probably would have hoped. "You're adorable when you're angry," Leo said, finally cracking a smile. Really, how was he supposed to take this pint-sized version of fury seriously?
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“Adorable?” She asked in a deep and tremulous whisper. “I’m adorable when I’m angry?”
He was walking a dangerous line. Honestly, Leo was lucky she liked him. Just as Seth had done, Margo had kind of adopted him as family. It’s what had kept this whole thing as an argument and not turning into a full-on attack rife with battle magic.
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Leo nodded, still with that infuriating and rather punchable smile on his face. "Yep. Adorable." Leo had no fear which was probably a stupid reaction to have, but he'd never faced anything that could possibly hurt him before. There were certain perks to being basically invulnerable.
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“Still think I’m adorable?” She huffed, still looking pissed off as ever. The little magical blast of energy was supposed to be a warning. It was, perhaps, a stupid, stupid idea given that Leo was definitely more powerful than her and hungry to boot, but Margo would not take being referred to as adorable.
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He was attempting to take her seriously now. Attempting being the key word there. Instead, he was probably coming more off as her annoying brother instead. "If I say yes, will you do that again?"
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“Yes!” She felt like a bull, ready to charge at him and gore him. The only problem was that she didn’t have the horns to finish the job.
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"Then yes. Still adorable," Leo said with a smirk. He was terrible and he knew it. This is what Margo got for living with two men who had the accumulated maturity level of twelve years old.
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“I’m gonna fucking hex your ass, dickwad!” Those fists kept pounding at him.
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He let her get most of her energy out before he simply wrapped his arms around her so that she couldn't move anymore. "That's enough of that," he said.
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What the fuck? He internally questioned thanks to being left without a voice. Seth had just shot off the water when he heard the commotion. Apparently taking a shower while Leo was moody and Margo was deaf had been a bad idea. It wasn't often that Seth heard Margo reach the volume she had and her tone indicated it was more than her loss of hearing at hand.
Quickly, he wrapped a towel around his waist and ran out to see what was going on. Leo...hugging Margo wasn't the sight he expected. There was a notable glow starting between them and Seth had a good idea what was coming. He immediately got between them before his girlfriend fireballed his psuedo brother.
What the fuck is goin' on?! he mouthed without any real idea if either of them could see his lips. Seth had slid his chest toward Margo and Leo at his back, getting a view of someone's attempt to make dinner behind Margo. However, having to wedge his body between the two had caused the rushed towel around his hips to unravel, giving Leo a full moon.
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When Seth stepped between the two of them, though, Margo’s breathing began to even out. She turned from glaring at Leo to staring fiercely at Seth’s lips. What was going on? Ohhh, boy.
“This soul muncher thinks I’m adorable when I’m angry!” She narrowed her eyes and stood on her toes to shoot daggers in Leo’s direction once again. …Then her attention was drawn south. Her voice finally quieted down, giving Leo what he wanted after a long struggle.
“Baby, you’re giving Leo a free show.” Margo had to fight the urge to smile. The only reason she didn’t was that she suspected it was horribly embarrassing for Seth to show too much skin to their adopted family.
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"Soul muncher?" It was clear by his tone that he was finding some amusement at the description, one he's never heard before. And then he noticed that a certain towel had slipped.
His face went red and he suddenly looked very uncomfortable as he studiously focused on the ceiling rather than looking anywhere else. Looked like Seth had managed to ruffle his composure where Margo had failed. "In my defense, she started it." That was his story and sticking to it.
WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME IT WAS MY GO??? *cries forever*
Seth felt the breeze before he could finish his train of thought. His head snapped back in Leo's direction, only to find--his face red? REALLY? A look at his ass made the monster blush? No. It couldn't be. Yet he remembered vividly that Leo hadn't looked the least bit fazed at Margo's temper tantrum at arriving so it had to be. Seth furrowed his brow while fixing his towel, making sure to continue standing between the two of them.
He immediately signed 'time-out' with his hands the way referees do, instantly grasping Margo by each of her arms and motioning with his head toward the kitchen. The food was going to be ruined if she didn't get back to it. He mouthed 'You know he's wrong. Maybe sexy when mad but definitely NOT adorable.' Seth concluded with a wink and press of his forehead into hers.
The contact was brief before he pulled back so she could see his mouth again. 'Food is going to burn if you don't get back to it. Let me talk to him.' He hoped she could understand what he said. Seth didn't grip her arms hard but snug enough to keep her from charging the blushing idiot behind him. He let go to give Leo a pointed finger, motioning for the sunai monster to give him a second before uttering anything further.
Hopefully the damn towel could stay in place this time.
*petpet*
She gave Leo a pointed look with raised eyebrows and then turned sharply, heading back towards the stove. Seth was right. By the smell of things, the food was already dangerously close to burning, pasta possibly a little softer than she liked it. She quickly settled back into the routine of stirring the sauce, sprinkling in a little extra last minute oregano.
“Make it quick, boys. It’s almost ready.” Margo called, her lips almost involuntarily pulling into a grin. She took one pot to the sink to drain the pasta and glanced into the other room curiously to see what was going on. It was doubtful that Seth was going to give their adopted family a tongue lashing, but she wanted to know how he would handle it. It was just one glance, though. Then she was back to preparing dinner, pulling down two plates and one very nice cloth napkin she’d procured for Leo.
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The fact he'd gotten Margo this riled up was more amusing to the Sunai then anything else. Still, it was better to stop things right now before they got out of hand and half the house got destroyed. Always a possibility when living with a monster with super-strength.
When he was sure that Margo had gone into the other room, he glanced back at Seth, making sure that the towel was back in place. He wasn't going to try to defend himself. "As I was saying, she started things," Leo said sullenly. Instead, that was his story and he was sticking to it. Never mind that he had done is absolute best to pour gasoline on the fire when she was getting steamed. He waited to see if Seth would have anything to say, figuratively speaking.
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Margo was usually the levelheaded one between him and Leo (Richard, when he was around) but there was also something to be said about growing up with a brother that gave Seth the edge particularly in this scenario. Apparently the sunai monster had something in common with the culebra; neither knew how to talk to women.
Seth turned around with a hand gripping the towel tight hanging off his hips as the other moved to Leo's chest and pushed him further away from the kitchen. The look on his face wasn't exactly mad. Neither did it look happy. Technically, the expression could be misconstrued as angry but it was more of a look in disbelief. He shook his head in warning for Leo to shut up until they were a couple of paces away.
'Never EVER challenge a woman's sex appeal'. Seth mouthed the words and gave Leo a second, seeing if the kid understood what he'd said. 'Unless she made fun of your fire and smoke or how you look--' Because Seth wouldn't say his good looks, regardless of how many times Margo had said as much. If there was a monster in Seth Gecko, it'd be of the green eyed variety. '--then she didn't fucking start it'
If he had to go and get his stupid device, or use Leo's, Seth would. He didn't want the soul eater kicked out. Margo would later guilt about it, or maybe even break up with Seth over it. There wasn't Kate to balance out Leo here the way she had with Richie back home. Seth made his own stupid mistakes but this was dealing with women 101. His eyes stared at Leo without wavering as Margo called to them.
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She grabbed a pair of tongs from the drawer and began to dish out the pasta, wishing there was a way she could spy on the two of them. Her deafness and Seth’s muteness kind of made that doubly impossible. Topping the noodles with the red sauce, she stuck a fork into each pile of spaghetti and carried the plates over to their dining table, Leo’s napkin in the crook of her elbow.
Their places were set. One dish for her, one for Seth, and one triangle-folded cloth napkin for Leo. It was very homey. Margo wrinkled her nose out of sight thinking about how dangerously close she was to becoming a homemaker. She could never become something that dull. She wasn’t the kind to throw Tupperware parties and exchange meatloaf recipes with the neighbors.
“Guys?” She called out a second time, tapping her toe within her shoe. “Can we put the death threats behind us and just eat?”
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The thing was Leo definitely needed these lessons. Back home, August was as clueless as he was, and Ilsa was...well, Ilsa, so no help there. Basically, he was a socially-awkward monster from a line of socially-awkward monsters. "Fine, I get it," he groused, unwilling to say anything else on the subject.
"Sure, we're done here," he called over to Margo. "Might want to go put some pants on before you have dinner," he said to Seth, clapping him on the shoulder before he went into the kitchen.
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With no voice, Seth only nudged the Sunai monster's forehead for a second before a nod and taking off to get said pair of pants on. It was both affection and appreciation in the one second touch. As quickly as the gentle moment came, it was gone before Seth pointed firmly in the direction of the kitchen for Leo to go take a seat as the lady of the house requested.
Crisis averted.