"Uh. Oh. Sure." Aleister was a little out of it, he nodded his head absently and then tilted his head so Bobby could unlock the stupid thing around his neck. All he wanted to do was go to some nice hotel somewhere, order room service, watch Saving Private Ryan and really delve deep into whatever was currently overtaking his mind. Unfortunately, he was being prompted to stand.
Urgh, annoying. "We'll go straight there, I just need to focus on where I'm going." And then hopefully he could teleport them and it would just fucking be there. He had no idea, those traitors were raiding every place he had for safe keepings.
"Then focus up, darlin'. I've got a world to save." Whether he'd manage to do much good here was debatable, but might as well at least try to think of himself as fighting for the good of the world here.
By steadying a demon after freeing him from the table and helping him onto his feet. He looked down to make sure Aleister wasn't swaying too much and... "You got hard from that? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"... I'm sorry, you're judging me?!" Aleister looked at Bobby with disbelief and then threw his arms out, trying to understand this. "You're all forceful and making me take what you can give, hand in my hair, making me make beautiful eye contact and I'm the one who is out of sorts here? Honestly, darling, it's worse than you're not hard." He was not the weird one here. He was right on the money. What the fuck was up with Bobby.
"Look, you want to be all forceful and demanding, you get what comes with it. This is basically foreplay." The contract, the eye contact, the blood. It was romance. "You get me?"
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Apparently, I'm gettin' you." Because he couldn't even disagree with the horny demon here, which was worrisome in a number of ways and also... Well, it was making him feel things that he would rather push down on.
For now he focused on using a pair of handcuffs to connect their wrists together, knowing that he was likely just feeding into something. "I'll open the warding for now. You sure you can get us right there?"
"A promise is a promise. And we seem to be making all kinds of those tonight. We just aren't always voicing them." With a smirk, he tugged the handcuffs playfully and waited for Bobby to open the warding. Once he was out of it, he felt a surge of beautiful freedom and his knees felt almost weak. That could also be because he was sitting in a chair all the time and half-high on human blood but whatever. He didn't want to focus on that.
Instead, he clicked and they were standing in an open graveyard, surrounded by trees and shrubs. There was some lovely fresh air - God, he had missed it.
"Aw. You take me to the nicest places, darlin'." Bobby looked around, suspicious as he always was. Ready for a fight, as he also always was. Being a paranoid bastard wasn't something that stopped, especially not when you had a demon by your side. "You bury it?"
That seemed like the most logical assumption. A lot easier than when they had to try and follow Wes's logic to find that other piece. Damn prophet.
He turned his head to get a better idea of where they were. "Doesn't seem like demons have been here recently." He had a feeling for those things.
"No, that would be stupid and easy to find. I didn't just bury it. Remove the lid, it's inside of Jennifer Kitchen. And yes, that is her real name. You might say, I stashed it in the kitchen." Well, Aleister found that funny, even if Bobby didn't. He walked over to the nearest bench and sat down, gesturing at the grave Bobby would need.
God, he buried it inside of someone. Someone who got to live a full life with a husband and kids, apparently. She was still doing better than he was. God, why did he feel bad for doing that? He even felt bad for making Bobby handle all the dirty work.
"Ain't even the worst thing I've done today. Don't sweat it." Why was he feeling sympathetic towards a demon? Bobby tried not to analyse that more than necessary. He grabbed the shovel and started digging, obviously showing a lot of experience there.
"Do you remember the first grave you've dug?" He wondered. Had Aleister even done that? Maybe normal people went through their human lives not digging any graves. Bobby had always found it difficult to relate to people. "Mine was my father's."
"I never really dug a grave. Other people did it for me. Lots of people died in my life but it was 17th century. I never really cared. Most the kids in the workhouse bit it by winter. I watched them get buried. Out back, not really a grave, more like a pit. You toss a couple in and cover it up. Keep on going. Is that the same?" That was his first experience with death, he had honestly expected to die too but he was a survivor. For better or worse, he seemed to have a knack for it. "Never dug my dad's grave. Didn't know him."
He certainly wouldn't have raised a shovel for the neglectful bastard. Aleister leaned back on the bench, watching Bobby work. "Your family is all shades of wrong. What was it? 1950s? You wouldn't think it was that far from my time."
"1950s down where I'm from, really wasn't far from your time." Bobby had no delusions about that. "Although that's rough. Pit like that. Never had that." Of course anyone would grow numb to it all under those circumstances. Bobby got it. "Think most families are messed up though. Maybe mine was a bit more broken."
The kind of mess that almost seemed doomed to happen around them. Bobby finally freed the coffin and then opened it up, turning his head aside to avoid the first wave of death coming out. "Ugh. Really?"
"Pits were normal. Efficient. I remember asking the grave digger why and he told me it was always smart to minimise cost and maximise production in any way possible. I liked that guy. I met him in hell, he was one hell of a demon." Of course, he obliterated him for even so much as knowing him before he was king but he had to admit, he owed the guy a lot. He lived by those words, especially in hell. "I think if we all had good families, we wouldn't be where we are right now."
People with good families and normal lives were in a graveyard, digging up corpses and cutting into them. "People always check coffins, you have to be creative. I put it in the stomach."
"Course you did, you old charmer." That, through gritted teeth, was the last thing Bobby said for a while. During the unpleasant task he was too focused on not breathing in more than necessary to keep the small talk going.
Finally he climbed back out of the grave, tablet in his pocket and coffin closed again. He started putting the dirt back in, still not sure what to say. Tonight had turned intense in ways he hadn't anticipated. Much more emotional than he'd have expected. "You're keeping your deal. Always heard you do that."
"I don't go back on my deals. Except when handsome men won't let me keep their soul on loan for a few while I work out what I'm doing." He had intended to give Bobby his soul back. Eventually. When he was done playing with it. He kept it safe, it was returned it excellent condition, better than when he got it. He just needed some insurance without any sure footing and... he liked him. "You thanked me. I liked it."
He had never been thanked so earnestly. It was such a weird thing. Such a small slither of affection but it was the only he had ... likely ever had. "No one has ever given me gratitude. Fair enough, I don't earn it. Even so, it was nice. I wasn't... ready. To give you up."
He huffed a small laugh and raised his hand, rubbing at his face. Shit, why was he tired? Since when did he get so tired? "You can't bottle a feeling, I suppose. You can bottle a soul."
Bobby looked at Aleister and tried to understand it from his point of view. Couldn't measure a demon by human standards. Hell, given what an asshole this one had been while human, really had to find all new standards. "You gave me my legs back. You didn't have to do that. Wasn't expectin' that. I meant it. When I thanked you."
He wasn't about to take it back now either. "Can't bottle a feelin'. Maybe I don't blame you for wantin' to hold on a bit." He held his hand out now, so he could help Aleister off the bench. "Come on, let's get back. I've got a tablet to complete and you can watch a movie or somethin'."
"No, I think I'm good." He wanted to sit in his dark room and just think. He found it was better for when the blood fit, gave him time to truly appreciate things. To think about things. He sighed and closed his eyes. "I'm knackered, mate. I need some alone time."
He had already cried, gotten high and admitted embarrassing bullshit in front of Bobby. He kind of felt like he'd hit his quota of embarrassment for the day.
He took Bobby's hand and pulled himself up. "Off we pop, then."
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Urgh, annoying. "We'll go straight there, I just need to focus on where I'm going." And then hopefully he could teleport them and it would just fucking be there. He had no idea, those traitors were raiding every place he had for safe keepings.
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By steadying a demon after freeing him from the table and helping him onto his feet. He looked down to make sure Aleister wasn't swaying too much and... "You got hard from that? What the hell is wrong with you?"
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"Look, you want to be all forceful and demanding, you get what comes with it. This is basically foreplay." The contract, the eye contact, the blood. It was romance. "You get me?"
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For now he focused on using a pair of handcuffs to connect their wrists together, knowing that he was likely just feeding into something. "I'll open the warding for now. You sure you can get us right there?"
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Instead, he clicked and they were standing in an open graveyard, surrounded by trees and shrubs. There was some lovely fresh air - God, he had missed it.
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That seemed like the most logical assumption. A lot easier than when they had to try and follow Wes's logic to find that other piece. Damn prophet.
He turned his head to get a better idea of where they were. "Doesn't seem like demons have been here recently." He had a feeling for those things.
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God, he buried it inside of someone. Someone who got to live a full life with a husband and kids, apparently. She was still doing better than he was. God, why did he feel bad for doing that? He even felt bad for making Bobby handle all the dirty work.
"It's a shallow grave, if it helps..."
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"Do you remember the first grave you've dug?" He wondered. Had Aleister even done that? Maybe normal people went through their human lives not digging any graves. Bobby had always found it difficult to relate to people. "Mine was my father's."
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He certainly wouldn't have raised a shovel for the neglectful bastard. Aleister leaned back on the bench, watching Bobby work. "Your family is all shades of wrong. What was it? 1950s? You wouldn't think it was that far from my time."
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The kind of mess that almost seemed doomed to happen around them. Bobby finally freed the coffin and then opened it up, turning his head aside to avoid the first wave of death coming out. "Ugh. Really?"
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People with good families and normal lives were in a graveyard, digging up corpses and cutting into them. "People always check coffins, you have to be creative. I put it in the stomach."
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Finally he climbed back out of the grave, tablet in his pocket and coffin closed again. He started putting the dirt back in, still not sure what to say. Tonight had turned intense in ways he hadn't anticipated. Much more emotional than he'd have expected. "You're keeping your deal. Always heard you do that."
Only he had gotten screwed last time.
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He had never been thanked so earnestly. It was such a weird thing. Such a small slither of affection but it was the only he had ... likely ever had. "No one has ever given me gratitude. Fair enough, I don't earn it. Even so, it was nice. I wasn't... ready. To give you up."
He huffed a small laugh and raised his hand, rubbing at his face. Shit, why was he tired? Since when did he get so tired? "You can't bottle a feeling, I suppose. You can bottle a soul."
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He wasn't about to take it back now either. "Can't bottle a feelin'. Maybe I don't blame you for wantin' to hold on a bit." He held his hand out now, so he could help Aleister off the bench. "Come on, let's get back. I've got a tablet to complete and you can watch a movie or somethin'."
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He had already cried, gotten high and admitted embarrassing bullshit in front of Bobby. He kind of felt like he'd hit his quota of embarrassment for the day.
He took Bobby's hand and pulled himself up. "Off we pop, then."