Lucy helped him into the comfy seeming living room, motioning for him to sit where he liked. She went over to the fireplace and crouched in front of it. She lifted a few small logs and set them in the small brick area before pouring the smallest bit of gasoline on the wood. She lit a match, and the wood began to be engulfed in bright flames.
Sam less than gracefully curled up right next to the fire, attempting to use his coat as some kind of blanket while wearing it. "Thank you," he muttered
Lucy laughed softly when she saw his position. “You’re welcome, but I have plenty of actual blankets if you’d like one.” She stepped aside, going over to a hall closet. She pulled over a small wooden step stool and got onto it, taking a thick blanket from the top shelf. She walked back into the living room and set the blanket beside him in a silent offering.
He glared at it for a moment, debating whether or not to take it. He decided to tell himself to get over his stubbornness and accept it. "You don't have to be this nice to a stranger you know."
Lucy sat in a nearby chair, crossing one leg over the other as she considered what he said. “You’re right, I don’t. It’s just a preference of mine, I suppose.”
"Might get you killed one day," Sam mumbled before accidentally falling asleep next to the fire
(Do you want to just do a time skip to when he wakes up?)
Lucy sighed sharply and went into the kitchen when she noticed that he was asleep. He sat at the table, taking out the ingredients in her satchel and her spellbook. She opened to a certain page and began reading in silence.
(yeah sure since no one else seems online)
(Alright, cool.)
Lucy had fallen asleep as time went on. Her head was rested against her arm, and was still at the table. She didn’t tend to sleep that much, so it wouldn’t have been surprising to find her asleep at an uncommon time. The spellbook was still opened up next to her, and the items were still scattered across the table.
Sam woke with a start, nearly falling into the fireplace. He stopped himself at the last second, and it took him a moment to realize where he was. He laid flat on the ground, back popping after falling asleep in an odd position
Lucy shifted slightly, her glasses on the table beside her face. She exhaled softly, her fingers tightening on the pendant around her neck.
Sam rubbed at his face, annoyed to find small pieces of cold lava falling off his face. He rolled over to look through a nearby window, annoyed to see it was raining
The pendant slipped through her fingers, hitting against the wooden table with a small clink. She exhaled at the small noise, beginning to wake up.
Sam jumped a little at the noise. He walked over to Lucy, skin crackling as he moved to pick the pendant up and set it on the table next to her
Lucy’s eyes slowly fluttered open as she shifted, rubbing at her eyes. She turned her head to look at Sam, squinting as things looked blurry without her glasses. “Has the rain not stopped?” She asked, a tired edge in her voice. She sat up the rest of the way, picking up the glasses and slipping them on.
"I don't think so," he grumbled, walking back over to the fireplace to curl up next to it
Lucy nodded slowly and pushed to her feet, cleaning up the table. She picked up the pendant, which seemed to just be a ring, and slipped it back around her neck. She went into the living room, sitting on the sofa cross legged. “Feeling any better?”
"Not really," he said, rolling up one of his sleeves to show that splotches of his tan skin had turned black and cracked
Lucy’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at his arms. “Oh my god..” she murmured softly.
"No, the gods have nothing to do with it. It's just the way I am," he grumbled, gingerly moving his cracked arm back to where he had it. The rune tattoos around it had turned a faint red, glowing as if there was something burning beneath his skin
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Lucy asked, but had a feeling he would simply brush her off. She folded her hands in her lap, her fists clenching.
"Do you maybe have something warm to drink?" he asked, before squinting down at his cut hand. "I think I might need more bandages," he added quietly, staring down at the stained cloth
Lucy nodded and got up. “Of course. I have coffee or hot chocolate, I believe. And I can get the bandages while it’s making,” She said, walking into the kitchen. She could tell that he was not used to asking for help often, and it left her feeling slightly satisfied that he actually was.
Orion, after napping in a sun spot, wakes when the skies turn gray and cast shadows upon him. Dreaming, he had been troubled, visions of burning forests, empty riverbeds, and plagues sweeping far off lands. Shaking his head to try and clear it, he walks into the kitchen. Small faerie lights illuminate the area as he walks in, and Orion puts a bowl of sweetened milk out for them. Sighing, he takes a small jar off his shelf, and applies it to his itching scars. Popping a candy into his mouth, he thinks of the villager who creates them. Smiling, he envisions Tenor, with his mussy, flour coated hair, and always smelling of sugar. Always saving a smile for him. Orion could almost swear that the candies leave traces of magic on his tongue, a slight tingling sensation. A man can dream, can't he?
(hello, I'm back) "Coffee would be nice," Sam told Lucy, absently rubbing at a cracked spot on his neck