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Enter Loki.

Actually, please don't. Especially if it involves a chainsaw. Just...stare at him, since he's pretty. Or, you know, talk to him. That would work too. Because he just came into the bar and he's sitting just at the end of it nursing a cup of tea.

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David walks downstairs sheepishly, and sees Loki sitting at the bar.

He joins him.

A sly smile and swirling blue-green eyes peer at David sideways through half-closed lids.

"Have a good time with the, ahem, 'god'?"

He doesn't sound upset, merely amused.

"Not bad," he says, and leans against Loki. "It's... it's not him. I... Charlie."

It's said quietly.

He peers at David carefully.

"Do you expect me to be upset or do you merely require comfort, my darling?"

And rather suddenly, they're at the couches, Loki a foot away from David that seems awfully empty.

The foot is the emptiest space David's ever felt.

He's in Loki's arms a moment later.

"He needed me. And... Loki, my love, my God, I can't help but feel guilty because I'm yours. I shouldn't..."

He sniffles, once, and looks up at Loki. "I'm sorry. I know... you told me I'm free, in essence, but..."

A sigh, and he's shaking his head.

"I want so badly to be monogamous."

Loki strokes his hair, strokes his back, hands warm and strong and gentle.

"I know. I know he needed you...I know how very large your heart is, my love. And you are mine. And that doesn't change, so you should never feel guilt."

He sighs and looks down at David, slightly tired but more full of love than anything.

"I know I told you not even to try. I told you that for a reason."

Asar-Suti comes out of the staff quarters for another cup of coffee, and a moment without the noise of power tools.

He's paint-splotched, and there is wallpaper paste in his hair.

"Hello, Loki," he says. "I haven't seen you for quite a while."

He shrugs easily.

"I've been around. Just a matter of seeing me, really."

A grin.

"You look as if Martha Stewart and Bob Villa made explosive love on top of you. Any particular reason?"

"I have no idea who these people are, but making explosive love is always good. And yes, the reason is staff quarter expansion; I happened to get between the lines of a wallpaper paste fight. People were having fun," he grins.

Asar-Suti enjoys that building stuff; it's not exactly god-like, let alone dignified, but it's fun to make something that solid.

"Sounds interesting enough. Not exactly my sort of thing," far too solid for him, "but it could be entertaining, I suppose. If things get too boring, you might just see me over there."

A smile.

"And how are you lately?"

"Happy," Asar-Suti says quietly, almost humbly. "I am very happy with Gil, who is much lovelier than I feel I deserve, and the library and the construction work are really grounding. I feel at home here now - all that angst and unhappiness and obsession are in the past."

Asar-Suti sighs. "Well, mostly, and whatever is still bothering me, I should probably not mention as to not stir it up again."

He smiles.

"Sounds good to me. I've been...relaxing. Nothing's come up for a while, fire and embers, so..."

A smaller smile, but one with a specific reason.

"I've just spent time among my own. I'm starting to get something of a flock. It's comforting."

Richard wanders over to Loki with an enormous syringe in his hand, He flops down next to him.

"Got a minute?"

He nods and smiles.

"For you, surely."

"So, you know I'm a werewolf, right?"

He holds up the syringe.

"I'm supposed to take this stuff sometime before the stroke of midnight on my first full moon. But I don't know when other than that, or if it has any side-effects."

He peers at it, and then seems to be looking at something not exactly there. There's something of a guilty look on his face as he does it, but he's done much worse and the vampire will forgive him should he ever find out once he knows the reason for such an invasion. Finally, he looks to Richard.

"Take it in wolf form, and there isn't much more to it than sticking you and pushing the plunger. As for side effects, it seems to make you weak for a few days, but...my information says nothing about anything more."

"I really want to come and see your house properly," Asar-Suti says. "Yamino works here a lot, of course, but still, I am sure he'd like me to come visit - and there is a room for me there as well, he said."

Asar-Suti gets out the feather from somewhere among his clothes; it is perfect and un-rumples, though, white with the tiniest of red tips.

"I have this on me most of the time..."

Chances left behind and roads not taken; intense junctures that they all have flown away from at high speed; rivers that Asar-Suti cannot step into another time.

Opportune moments that passed unheeded.

Gil comes out of the kitchen, grinning, and stops and stares at Loki - let's say it's because he's so incredibly pretty.

He hitches his tray a little higher and places the bowls of nuts on the bar, getting closer with each one, then nods at him.

"Good afternoon," he says politely as he passes, because the Trickster God is a customer after all.

Loki doesn't reach out to grab him or any such nonsense, but he does turn to him.

"Gil? A moment. I might speak with you."

A smile.

"And we'd love to have you...for whatever reason. And the room is always yours."

I doubt anyone else could stand all the purple, frankly.

"All right. That must be why it's so big. I'll ask Bernard for a couple of days off after that."

He sighs and leans against Loki.

"David said that we could use Lestat's basement. That I shouldn't be able to get out of it. And Remus said that there is a potion that will help me keep my mind during the change."

Pausing, Gil looks around then smiles. "Of course, sir," he says. "What can I do for you?"

He nods.

"I'll be there, as I told you previously. Though... I wouldn't mix potions. Two things in your blood at once might have undue reactions."

He actually looks vaguely uncomfortable.

"Sit? Please?"

Asar-Suti giggles; he's caught a hint of the comment.

"Yamino likes to make people feel nice, and give them what he can - purple rooms, strawberry cakes, everything."

He looks a bit more serious.

"I know you only want david jsut now - and I only want Gil, although I haven't seen Blais for a terribly long time, so I don't know if I would still want him. He is fun. Well, no, that is not the reason why I would want to come, this time."

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