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Logs for October

Who; Caelan and you!
What; Phone troubles, pillow forts, discussions on the weird goings on, and a seal in the tub
Where; Red building, and the docks.
When; End of September / Early October
Warnings; Mentions of nudity (Not descriptive, shape changing just doesn’t work with clothes), references to alcohol abuse (marked in thread with Nida), references to suicide (marked in thread with Nida)

What Do You Mean It’s Not Water Proof?

Caelan was experiencing some very obvious levels of confusion and frustration as he wandered up from the docks post swim that evening. His hair was still dripping and damp as he walked, eyes glued to the tell-phone that was looking rather... Less functional than it was meant to be. He hadn’t even bothered to button his shirt all the way, after the damn thing slipped out of his pockets and into the water when he was getting himself dressed and presentable by human standards.

At first, he’d only been annoyed because he’d had to stop what he was doing to fish it out of the water. Now he was doubly annoyed because the screen wasn’t lighting up. It was like the damn thing didn’t have any life in it...

Weird and very inconvenient if he had anything to say on the matter.

Which he was... At length, muttering under his breath and his accent growing a touch stronger than usual as he forgot himself. “The bleedin’ hell kind of joke is this? Really? Give the man who spends copious amounts of time near the water something that up and dies just because it gets a little wet. Can’t handle your drink at all, can yah? You finicky little box of nonsense.”

Speaking of a drink, he had a feeling he was going to need one very soon. Between that weird energy pulse a while back, the nightmares and now this? He was willing to admit he might need several.

A Fortress Fit for a Princess

Caelan wasn’t asleep when a mist slipped under his doorway, he’d come to expect at least one interruption a night since a few prior when something exploded somewhere and released a shockwave of mysterious energy. It had upset a whole lot of people (him included, for all he said he wasn’t bothered). Holly had become the most frequent guest, especially when the nightmares had begun.

Tonight he was ready though, and hoping to get the kid to talk a little more rather than the sullen insistence that she was completely fine and whatever other absurd excuses she came up with for her visit that night. Because honestly, she wasn’t the only one having nightmares, and he was starting to worry more about what they actually might have meant.

Hard to tell though if there were any connections or similarities if you weren’t talking.

Thus, tonight he was more than prepared for the visit. The living room space in his apartment had been entirely disrupted, cushions and pillows moved to the floor along with some of the chairs from the dining area, the sheets from his room and the pillows for good measure. All because he’d gotten it in his head that he was going to try one of those ‘Pillow Fort’ things that Holly had mentioned once or twice in one of her super-fact-filled-rambles.

When Holly materialized into a solid form again, she would be greeted by the sight of a very large, very chaotic looking fortress of pillows and blankets. If she ate food, there would have been all manner of sweets and snacks. Unfortunately, as happy as he was to make sure she could feed safely, he wasn’t confident in grabbing a random person off the street for her to snack on.

Someone would be bound to ask questions if they saw him lugging an unconscious body up and down the stairs... right?

So... No snacks, only a structure that was only slightly stable, but magnificent to behold (in his personal opinion).

Splish-splash

If there were any human creation that Caelan favoured over any other (aside from motor cars, they were fun) it was most decidedly the bathtub. A place to soak and relax at the end of a long day? A place where you could safely just splash around or doze off for a little nap without worrying about a predator?

It was brilliant. A private bath was practically a requirement when he was staying somewhere on a job. It wasn’t a replacement for the ocean by any means though, it did little to quiet the call in the back of his mind. It was, however, the nicest substitute on days when the call wasn’t loud, and he couldn’t be fussed with sneaking down to the shore.

Even the Lighthouse he’d purchased had a nice one installed, despite the fact that the ocean was just down the cliff side.

So after he’d finished a day busking in the market he hadn’t taken long to run a nice hot bath, grabbed his pelt, and slipped into the water like the delighted seal he was. It wasn’t as though he didn’t have the time, he wasn’t expecting any company for a while yet. Usually his visitors tended to show up slightly later.

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Jacob inclined his head in a nod. "It shows. I'd like to hear you play other instruments but I imagine they are expensive here." Creating instruments was an intensive art that took years to master. If even one part of the process goes wrong, the instrument won't sound right. Jacob didn't know a whole lot about it, except that his sister would go on rants about it whenever they passed a music store. True instruments couldn't be mass produced.

"And thanks. I guess. Maybe one day I'll see myself the way you do." His grin widened into a wolfish like smile, one that said that he'd caught his prey and was intensely proud of himself. "So we're friends? When did that happen?" He was kidding, it made him happy, but it was hard for Jacob to express how he felt about anyone; even friends. He didn't have many friends back home and most of his friends he didn't keep for long.

Caelan might stop being his friend one day, when he learned the truth, but for now, it made Jake happy.

“Yeah, they do cost a pretty penny. Raimon is pretty good at getting his hands on things though, at some point I’ll have to have a word with him again and see if I can get some more.” He responded with a small grin. Caelan was resourceful, and he’d get his hands on more one way or another. It was his one not foolish hobby, after all.

“If I have it my way you will, I’m very persuasive, Jake. It’s part of how I’ve survived this long.” He responded with a toothy little smile, pleased with himself. Jake would have the notion drilled into his head somehow, if he had anything to say about it.

Caelan shook his head with a little laugh at the question, “Of course, we are. Welllll, at least I think so. You could have finally decided my mischievous teasing is a bit much and sullied your opinion of me. But I’ll turn it round again at some point.” He joked lightly, before tapping his chin thoughtfully. “If I had to put a date on it... I’d say somewhere around the time we started ‘hanging out’ as some would put it. One does not ‘hang out’ casually unless they’re friends, in my opinion.”

He’s loving the fact that he’s started to grasp modern terms, it’s brilliantly fun at times.

Jake chuckled. "I believe you Caelan. I don't think there is anything you could tell me that I'd argue with for long. It must be some sort of hidden talent." He leaned forward and looked over at his friend. "Just use your gift wisely or you'll become a supervillain."

He didn't mind the teasing, in fact, he enjoyed it a little bit. Even if it did make him flustered and emabarrassed. Though he wasn't sure if he should tell Caelan that, he didn't think he could survive if the teasing got any worse.

"I'm glad though. I don't have too many friends or suck at keeping them and, you might not know this Caelan but I do like you." Otherwise, he wouldn't bother to spend time with him.

That gets a small laugh out of him, “Now that’d be giving me too much power, Jake. The fae are a fickle bunch, and even those who can’t tell lies know how to twist the truth so that it might as well be.” Caelan could lie, and he did quite often, but he also was more fond of twisted truth’s himself. Lies came more naturally and were far more believable if they held and inkling of the truth to them. “But I can guarantee that on the subject of you, I tell nothing but the truth.”

That said... He rolled his shoulders into a large, dramatic shrug. “Honestly, I’ve already got quite the reputation as being quite a villain and a rogue, at least in my world.Proud of it too.” He hummed a little, drawing the bow across strings of his violin. Had to work on that reputation a little more here, he supposed. Not that there’d been much call for it, and being a pain in the aspects sides was a bit challenging where you didn’t see them that often. “At least as far as humans are concerned I am. Well... Humans and a few specific fae, but you can’t please everyone, right?”

He smiled a little at Jake at the admission, Caelan could be loyal to a fault where his friends were concerned. As long as no one stabbed him in the back, he was hard to get rid of. “Well, I’ve been told I’m worse than glue when it come to sticking around, so you won’t have to worry about keeping me around.”

"I know but for good or bad, I trust you. Guess that's pretty stupid of me but I suck at learning." He's already had his easy trusting manner bite him in the ass but it didn't bother him. He figured, no matter what Caelan said, that their friendship had an expiration date. Every relationship had an expiration date.

"A rogue huh? You sleep around a lot or something? Steal things? None of that really bothers me." As long as he wasn't the target of Caelan's escapades. Jacob was religious but he didn't judge others. He thought that the world needed everyone in it and that everyone was who they were for a reason. Of course, that train of thought didn't include him and his sexuality. Jacob held himself to a different standard that didn't make sense to an outsider looking in.

"What do you think? Like, do you think you're all those things?"

Caelan hummed a little at the questions, he wouldn’t say ‘a lot,’ if only by comparison to his father... He also couldn’t say he wasn’t prone to sleeping around by humanity’s standards. “I guess based on some’s opinions I might. If someone catches my fancy and they’re interested? I’m not going to deny myself, that’d be silly. Now stealing? That’s where I really earn my titles.” He grinned, looking more than a little proud of himself considering he was admitting to something that was a crime.

“At least as far as humankind goes. They tend to think things belong to them that don’t.” He paused, playing a few notes out as he considered his last few jobs before arriving here. “I generally steal that which they’ve already stolen or bought from those who did, thing that belong to fae kind.” The notes rose lightly, before falling again. “I can’t say I’m innocent of stealing things that don’t fit into those categories, but I don’t think I can be blamed if the person was being an ass and put me in a petty mood.”

If you were stupid enough to piss the fae off, you were lucky if you only lost a few random items at the end of the day.

The selkie lowered his bow and shrugged lightly, “So, I suppose my answer is yes. I am all those things, not just those things mind you, but they’re titles I’ve earned and given that I earned them while in the name of the fae I’m proud of them.”

Jacob listened attentively but he only really started to smile when Caelan started talking about stealing. "Ah. Yeah. I agree. A lot of people seem to think that if they find something, it's theirs. I don't really get it. I've never been a big things person. I moved around too much." At least after being kidnapped, he didn't really own much of anything that truly belonged to him. Even now, it feels like a lot of what he used was borrowed.

"But I'm weird. Because I honestly think that's all fine. Just let me know if you're going to steal anything of mine." He grinned. "I'll try and make it hard for you." He couldn't think of anything that Caelan could take that he wouldn't just give him, so why not make it fun.

He leaned back against the couch and paused long enough to look Caelan up and down. "You're you. I think that's all that really matters. Besides, I like getting to know you."

The idea of stealing something from Jacob, and the man trying to make it hard for him to do so, gets a bright laugh out of the selkie. Really, what an idea... “Yeah? Well, I do like a good challenge if I am going to steal something.” He put the violin down finally, leaning forward thoughtfully. “That said, you’ve never done anything to prompt me to steal from you. You don’t fit the bill of my usual mark.”

And really, he’s not sure that Jake has it in him to be rude or disrespectful. He was just so... Nice. Too nice compared to most people he spent time with, though he supposed he couldn’t really say that now. Not in this world, anyway. Most people he hung around with were that nice.

Not everyone, but more than enough to tip the scales.

Grinning a little at the idea that the guy liked getting to know him, Caelan settled again. “Well, I am a treat.” He chuckled a little, before continuing. “Besides, you’re pretty grand yourself, Jake. Been good to get to know you a little at a time, to get to see glimpses I hadn’t noticed before. As humans go, you’re definitely proving to be one of the good ones.”

Jacob grinned. "Oh? Well, I don't plan on changing but maybe one day I'll find something I want you to steal." His voice was light and teasing. Their interaction had started with Jacob's embarrassment but he was relaxing and enjoying the conversation. He liked teasing playfully but this was a side of him that didn't get a chance to flex very often.

He didn't think that he was nice but he knew that he came off that way. He really wanted Caelan to understand but he didn't know if he could put it into words. He wasn't nice. He was selfish and too wrapped up in his own damage.

"Mm?" Jacob snapped out of his thoughts and focused on his friend. He noticed the glimmer of Caelan's scales as they glided like a sea of glass along his neck. It was beautiful, this version of Caelan was beautiful. "What have you noticed?" He asked curiously, trying to play off the way he was staring in awe at his friend.

“Yeah? Well, you know where to find me if you do.” He responded with a little chuckle. He wasn’t sure he could see a day where Jacob would but it was amusing to think about. If Jacob ever suggested he wasn’t nice, Caelan could point out how wrong the man was, at least by his standards for nice.

Caelan rolled his shoulders lightly into a shrug at the question, “Where do I start...? Hmm...” He cast another glance at Jacob. Eyes roaming thoughtfully, mind going back to his behaviour in the bathroom. “For one, there’s the fact that you definitely have a hard time keeping your thoughts from showing.”

Jacob laughed though it was an awkward chuckle. "And here I thought I was good at hiding my thoughts. I'll get better at that." He tried to play it off as a joke but he didn't want someone to know what he was thinking. After all, it was not the kind of thoughts he should have or thoughts that he knew what to do with.

It was just a part of himself that he didn't understand and wasn't ready to unravel. He told himself that he needed time but that wasn't it... he just needed to let himself be happy.

Until then, he'll start trying to hide how awkward he feels around Caelan.

It might work...

That joke wasn’t fooling anyone, Jake. At least not a man who notices things, he wouldn’t be forgetting the awkwardness displayed in the bathroom anytime soon. “You best, if there are things you don’t want the world knowing then it’s important.” He responded with a serious tone before adding in a lighter, joking tone, “Gambling’d be a bad idea too, they’ll take you for everything you got.” He certainly would have if they weren’t friends, anyway.

It was a bit late to hide, honestly. Caelan had a mind like a steel trap. “That said, if you’re ever in the mood to chat about that.” He nodded to the bathroom with a very pointed look at Jacob, “You know where to find me, after all... The fae are far more free than humans tend to be about things like that.”

"I don't think I'd gamble anyway. I'm pretty unlucky." Though the fact that he was alive at all was pretty lucky, in a way.

Jake scratched the back of his head, trying to remember why he had originally stopped by. It all sorta blurred after their encounter in the bath. He had trouble thinking beyond it to whatever his original purpose had been.

"Um... I am not sure what to talk about but should I knock from now on? I feel kinda bad that I learned your secret without you wanting me to know."

Ah, Jacob. Ducking the point of his question entirely... Caelan wasn’t surprised, but he simply grinned lightly and shrugged at the young man’s apology. “It was bound to happen eventually, It’s happened a few times now. Nida and Holly both know, by the way. Jagger has... some idea but not entirely. I’m chalking it up to how this world works and how close we all are in our shared arrivals here.”

As for the matter of knocking, the grin changed slightly in tone to something slightly amused. “Now that you know, I don’t particularly care if you knock or not Jake. It isn’t like I’ve got anything left to hide.” He arched a brow, “That said, you might want to knock if you don’t want to risk another eyeful.”

Caelan really gives very little thought to who sees him naked. Nudity among his kind if just normal, he only holds himself to human standards to blend in.

"Maybe I won't knock." The words were out before he could stop them and suddenly Jacob felt his entire face burn red with embarrassment. "Not that I am going to!" He said quickly before rising to his feet.

"I should go, actually. Forgot to get something but I'm going to swing by a bit later. I wanted to pick your brain about some music. Yeah, music." That had been why he had originally stopped by but he wanted a chance to calm down first.

Caelan barely contained a small laugh at the expression on Jacob’s face at the words the man had blurted out, so red! Ah, well... They’d work on it.

“Alright, go and get what you ‘forgot’ my friend. You can come by to pick my brain any time, especially about music. I promise I’ll be presentable then.” He added, holding a hand over is heart jokingly before waving the guy off. They would revisit these conversations later, and maybe make a little progress.

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