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Cheeky piece

[ Its a video call of one Anthony J. Crowley stepping out of a posh building eating a vanilla and chocolate swirled cone. ]

When you think about it sixty-five million isn't really so much to ask for a place like this in the middle of New York. Especially with all those terraces. Parking space for two cars. Concierge. More bedroom space than I'll ever need. And... ha! This might be the best part!

[ He laughed and attached a quick image to the post. ]

They don't want to take that painting with them so it would come with the place! You're an art restorer, what do you think of it, Mr. Fell? Cheeky piece. It's a bit like that play we saw last week, the one where you got all annoyed with me for magically upgrading our seats. I didn't hear you complaining when we ended up with that private box though did I?

[ He paused for a thoughtful lick of chocolate before it ran down the cone. ]

I never even dreamed of owning a place like this one before so of course I signed. What is the point of magic if you can't indulge?

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Oh stop being a melodramatic twit. It's not an evil source it's a bloody thoughtless and careless source. It's who you choose to be, yes. But I forgot, a demon is just something laid out for you. You can't decide how you want to act. All preordained with memories.

[he didn't want to be helped he wanted to be left alone, but he wouldn't tell Anthony that either. It would lead to too many questions]

It IS preordained! And there are going to be more of them! More memories, more powers! I may find out I've done things so horrible this flat business will seem like a kindergarten prank!

[ Far from ending the melodrama his more dramatic side came out in snarls and pulled faces. ]

And then what? What does that mean for us? Are you tossing me aside?

Then doesn't matter now. What matters now is what's important. And I'm not tossing you anywhere I just don't want a part of your flat.

If you don't want part of it you don't have to have part of it! I never said you had to do anything only that I would like to do something for you!

[ He was still at volume when he said this but he calmed a little as at least part of what they were fighting about was beginning to seem like their usual old quarrels. ]

What does matter now?

[that wasn't the point but nevermind. He drew his legs closer to his chest, balancing his heels on the couch, wrapped his arms around them and looked off elsewhere]

That you don't lose yourself completely in this.

[Though he had a feeling it was already too late. He should never have indulged it so freely. Should have fought harder. Should have done... something. But as it was he could only stare at a body on a beach-- or in the water]

[ Anthony's frown deepened as there was no good response to that. Anything he would say would only disappoint Alec. ]

I was lost before, just going through the motions... trying to be the 'good person' everyone wanted me to be. That's not who I am.

[a faint smile. Anthony could never disappoint him. Not really. Scare him, yes. Annoy him always. Disappoint him? Never]

You are cheeky, irreverent, impulsive, have a massive problem with authority, you do as you please and damn the consequences until the consequences catch up and then you're guilty and don't know what to do about it-- but you try to fix your mistakes. Because you're also kind and generous and loving. You care deeply and love harder than anyone I've ever met. You have a big heart even if it is a fragile one.

Don't let the demon take my soft baby cousin away. Protect that heart if nothing else.

[ Thanks he hated it. Every emotion filled tender caring word that reached into his chest and gave his heart a sucker punch. And for that reason he snatched up the nearest naff looking pillow and winged it at Alec's head. That's what you get for trying to make him go all misty... ]

Shaddup.

[ Deep sigh. ]

They aren't losing out on anything. They'll have the rent from my old place, which wasn't cheap, the money from my moonlighting and most of my paycheck besides. It's sort of a 'rent to own' deal.

[he grunted as he was hit, and then held the pillow to his chest. He was still wearing the faint smile even if he didn't look at Anthony]

Fair enough.

[though he still wanted nothing to do with it. At least some of the tension seemed to go out of him]

[ Fair enough, was it? The narrative that he had swindled these people out of millions of dollars sounded more 'demon' than 'I used my powers of persuasion to negotiate a very fair deal'... but he didn't do anything more than sulk about it. ]

You haven't had dinner yet?

Had some toast this morning. [he stretches a bit and leans his head back on the sofa] Haven't had the chance to do any shopping.

[ Toast? The grimace said it all, man can not live on toast alone! ]

How about we order in, get some burritos.

Eh. Don't like Mexican. I'll have heartburn all night. [a snort]

You want to stay here?

Don't say it like that... I have before! Anyway it beats trying to get across town at this time of night with them digging up most of the paving. I almost didn't make it here at all! They are putting in some sort of sewage line just outside your place.

[ Ok, so not Mexican. He racked his mind for something gentler. ]

The Pita Pocket is close.

Fine. But you're paying, Demon of the deep pockets. [he threw the pillow back] And a spinach smoothie.

[ The pillow caught him squarely between the eyes and while he was pulling out his cell to make the order. If he wasn't on the phone he might just have chucked it back, as he was the pillow rested between his feet while he made the request for a gross sounding spinach smoothie and a few pita pockets filled with actual food like roasted chicken and salad fixings. ]

Done. Now all we have to do is wait and hope they can make it over the pit in the front walk.

[he chuckled]

Maybe you should fund a bridge. Or a lift.

It would have to be a new city block the way they are going at it.

[ Anthony smirked, retrieved the pillow, and wandered back over to perch on the arm of the sofa again like some big dark vulture looming over Alec. ]

So... How have you been doing?

Awful. [he closed his eyes] Bad dreams, nightmares, memory, boredom. You name it. I'm half tempted to go through the bloody portal just for a change of pace.

You could. Its a whole new world over there. Not sure it would help with the nightmares or the memories...

[ His voice softened like an angel, betraying all those demon traits of his with unfettered compassion. ]

What have the memories been like?

Stop looming over me like a bloody vulture. [he shifted to tug Anthony down on the couch, stole his glasses just for the hell of it and flapped the pillow against his face]

Not much different from the last one. Dead kid. Sand. Water. Waiting for the police with a feeling of dread. [a dry chuckle] Maybe I'm the demon. [it was starting to feel like it]

Oi!

[ Anthony practically squeaked as he was dragged off the arm of and thwaped with the pillow. He thought to take his vengeance right then, to take up the pillow and give Alec such a wallop his head would spin... but it seemed the dreams had beat him to it. ]

You're serious? Shit...

[ Long thoughtful pause in which the floor suddenly became very interesting to look at. ]

There has to be more to it than that? Why would you even be there...

Yeah... [he leaned back and sighed] I've no idea. They don't have to make any sense, do they?

But I felt...resigned. Isn't that terrible?

I'd like for it to make sense. I'd like for any of this to make any bloody sense!

[ Because the worst case scenario running through his head right now was that they were a family of child murderers. Hid demon side had been trying to tempt Fell into killing a kid and now Alec, with two dead children... ]

Resigned - guilty, the cops are on their way and there is nothing you can do about it or reigned - sad, I can't believe there is a dead child here?

[he thought about it. He wanted to give Anthony a good answer, one that would calm the tension. But there was no good answer to give]

I just felt... that this was penance. That I had to...to do something... before I ran out of time.

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