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Baetool and Scout part 2
Lyra became easily accustomed to his visits and the routine. They both fought and fucked almost every time with no questions asked. Lyra was tempted to seek out Maddox herself, but always got distracted many Archer.
Archer was later than usual, his boss decided to keep the bar open for an extra hour for no reason, so he couldn’t even go hunt after he checked up on Lyra because the sun was up. So he walked up to her door and knocked.
“It’s open!” She shouted from her bathroom. She was soaking in the tub.((Sorry for going m.i.a the past few weeks. I was really busy over the holidays))
((It’s okay!))Archer stepped in and closed the door behind him with a sigh. He rubbed his eyes and went to collapse on the couch, tired.
She drained the tub and got out, grabbing a towel.
He laid back and rested his arm over his eyes while he waited for her.
She wrapped a towel around herself and padded out of the bathroom. With her hair wet, it looked practically iridescent. “Hey.” She said softly.
He lifted his arm to look over at her, “hey,” he mumbled before he sat up.
“Rough day again?” She asked as she went over to her vanity table. She shook out her hair and combed it with a brush.
He nodded and rubbed his eyes, “yeah,” he said and then watched her.
She nodded and stood with a sigh. She dropped her towel. There were faint blue veins danced out across her pale skin. She opened some drawers and pulled out a pair of underwear.
“What?” She pulled them on then grabbed a simple long t shirt. On her way to her bed, she grabbed some lotion.
“Nothing,” he mumbled and stood, “I should go.”
She looked sad. She just nodded. “Aright.”
He frowned a little, “are you okay? Do you need someBlood or something?” He asked.
She sighed. “I do. But I don’t want to go out.” She said softly. “It’s...today’s my birthday.” She sat on her bed and lathered cream on her legs.
“You have a birthday?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Sorry I just.... didn’t know,”
“I told you I wasn’t like the others.” She told him. She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does,” he mumbled and walked over, “talk to me.”
“Why?” She wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.
He shrugged, “why not?” He asked, collapsing onto the bed next to her.
“I’m 200 years old today.” She murmured.
“Wow,” he nodded and laid back. His brows furrowed, “you were human, right? Before you were a demon,”
She shook her head. “Not exactly.” She laid beside him.
“Most demons are,” he said. “What do you mean by Not exactly?”
“My mother was human.” She said, then bit her lip.
“Your father wasn’t,” he said slowly.
She nodded. “He’s an incubus, which is he male version of myself.”
He nodded, “no wonder you’re so.... human,” he said slowly.
She sighed. “My mother....she was a victim of my fathers. Usually she would die under his hands, but...she didn’t.”
“What do you mean?” He frowned lightly.
“An incubus gets their pray in their dreams, so the women don’t think it’s real. It’s a repetitive process. They are visited all the time until they just...never wake up.” She said
He took a deep breath and blinked a little. “Oh,” he said.
“She was so strong... he had no idea how strong she was.” She whispered.
He wasn’t sure what to do. He was never an affectionate person. He carefully put his hand over hers and listened to her talk.
Tears were in her eyes which she held back. “I was born on this day, in 1818.”
He watched her face and gently squeezed her hand, “happy birthday, Lyra,” he said softly.
She looked over at him and smiled softly. “No ones wished me a happy birthday before.”
He kissed her cheek, “glad to be your first.”
She smirked and bashfully pulled away. Her face fell.
He looked at her when her face fell, “what?” He asked.
She shook her head. “Nothing. That’s enough sad stuff for today.” She turned or him with a new sexual demeanour. “Did you bring me a birthday present?” She teased.
He looked at her face and was ready to press further when her demeanor changed. “Aren’t I enough?” He teased.
“You’re never enough.” She teased.
“Ouch,” he said, pretending to be wounded. “I might as well leave, then.”
Mhm.” She hummed with a small laugh.
“I guess I’ll just go,” He sat up, feigning hurt as he sulked all the way to the door.
She sat up and leaned back on her hands. She slowly opened her legs and didn’t say anything.”
Somehow, he’d developed a little routine. He “helped” Maddox, checked on Lyra, went to work, came back to check on Maddox and then went to check up on Lyra again, usually reaching her apartment about an hour before dawn. Then he’d leave to hunt, come back to check up on her and then go home to “help” Maddox and sleep. Then he’d repeat the cycle.