29 Days of Smut 2016
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aftanithA self-imposed challenge of my own creation, running from February 1, 2016 to February 29, 2016. I only plan to start these stories (producing around a thousand words for each), not to finish them within the month.
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Evermore [6/?]
Date: 2016-04-24 03:27 am (UTC)"How many times are we going to have to say we do, exactly?" Ion asked lightly, as if he couldn't even be bothered to care that Avery had just been trying to threaten him. "I'd like to get an estimate, because so far it seems that's going to be the least fun part of this trip. Though, knowing you, you'll find something else to make us all miserable. You've a special skill for that, don't you?"
Avery's jaw clenched. "I'd say you're the expert at making other people miserable, actually."
From the wickedly delighted look on Ion's face, the demon had all but taken that as a invitation to play. "Am I?" he asked, keeping pace with him even as Avery turned to storm away, eager to be as far from this forest as the job would allow him to go. "I thought you said I wasn't a person?"
"You're not," Avery hissed. Christ, he hoped it wasn't going to take as long to get out of the forest as it had taken to get through it in the first place. He checked his phone as he listened to Ion go on, hoping the GPS, at least, hadn't suffered any lasting damage from being taken into another realm.
"So when you say 'other people', you mean people besides you, not people besides me?"
It didn't appear to be broken, thank goodness, so Avery actually had an accurate idea of where he was going for the first time in days. That, at least, was a relief. "Would you shut the fuck up, damn it? I didn't let you come along just you could talk me to death, thank you."
"What should I be doing to you, then, Avery?"
He chose to ignore that, as well as the blatantly suggestive tone Ion had just dropped into. It wasn't at all something he wanted to dwell on. "My truck's that way. Assumin there's not an Otherrealm parking lot around here somewhere, I take it you're both going to need a ride?"
"Yeah," Rylan said softly, and Avery glanced back at her again. She sounded so different still; he didn't get it at all. How, he wanted to ask her, had having her soul warped into a demon made her, of all things, more demure? She talked like... she talked like a mediator, he decided, like she was trying very desperately to sound innocent and unassuming and, above all else, nonthreatening, and if she thought for a second that she was fooling him, she had another thing coming. After years at this job, he was far from that easily tricked--even when it came to Rylan--and pretending to be a sheep when she was clearly a wolf wasn't doing anything past insulting his intelligence. He had half a mind to order her to stop.
Unfortunately, though, he didn't think arguing with Rylan was a good idea. Arguing with Ion was one thing--a given thing, at that--but arguing with her had its potential dangers. He didn't want to run her off, after all, or to give her any reason to want to leave. Because if Rylan wanted to leave him, he didn't doubt that she wouldn't have much of a hard time convincing Ion to go, and that would leave Avery in a very precarious position, indeed.
It had been his interference in their secluded lives that had lead to their return to the mortal realm. If they ran off on him now, no doubt intending to wreak all manor of havoc around the continental US and perhaps the world, he would have to decided quickly whether to go after them in hopes of preventing as much of the damage as he could... or to stick to his current job of finding Myles and Susanne's killers, and to save Rylan and Ion's fates for some other day.
And that was assuming, of course, that they wouldn't just kill him and be done with it, whether he chose to go after them or not.