aiden and eury

who: eury and aiden
where: downtown
when: after vampy doom starts

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Who: Aiden and Eury
When: Early evening
Where: Stone Eye Antiquities

He sat outside of her shop for probably close to twenty minutes, smoking a cigarette and staring at the door. He was torn between getting out of the car and going inside, or turning on the engine and taking off. He wasn't sure exactly where things stood between them - it was like they had some kind of bipolar relationship. One minute they were laughing, the next they were fighting. Of course, he had used the word relationship, which prompted a quick breath and shake of his head. No need to use that word, per se. But between his conversation with Dorian, and then Shannon...he didn't know what else to do but to get out of the car.

And so he did, locking it behind him before wandering casually up to her shop. It annoyed him, how he was generally fairly confident in situations like these. But that was Eury - no other person made him feel so unsure about himself as she did. It was unsettling, and yet he was still there to see her. His jacket sleeve covered the bandages wrapped around his wrist and unless they were getting naked - which he wasn't all opposed to - she wasn't going to see the stitches across his abdomen. The bruise on his cheek was fading, so he wasn't overly concerned with it. She knew what he did for a living - she could draw her own conclusions.

He didn't call her name this time, as he usually did. Instead he walked into her shop, eyes kept open for her as he wandered around the shop. He hoped she was alone. If she was with anyone, VNS or just a customer, Aiden would just have to escort them out.

who: eury & ash/eury & aiden
when: evening
where: all over, including the phone

who: eury and aiden
where: the phone!
when: night!

Eury had been debating calling Aiden all day. Really, since she'd woken up surprisingly without a hangover, even if she expected one, and she'd been on and off thinking about Ash, and Aiden both as she worked. Her day flew by with her mind occupied as much as it was, and afterwards she'd gone upstairs to just sort of chill out, and think to herself.

This gave her a lot of time to ponder over everything. Which really didn't give her any conclusions on anything, really, but did make her wonder where Aiden had fucked off to. She kept debating if she was even welcome to call, and thought that maybe with the way their last conversation had ended, even if it was kinda all over, and she'd been meaning to give him space for him to decide if he wanted to try things or not with his whole view of the world problem...in the end she dialed anyhow.

She laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling as she watched the candle light flicker around. She was having a relaxing, pampering herself night and therefore had lit a bunch of nice smelling candles, taken a long bath, and was now a relaxed, boneless heap on the sofa curled up with a soft blanket just out of the drier. Perfect. Now, hopefully her conversation with Aiden wouldn't bring her back down again. It was always a gamble with him.

Aiden still had quite a few hours left on his drive. It was a long one, regardless, but with a few stops and hitting a couple bouts of traffic, it'd put him behind more than he'd have liked. He liked it best when the sun set, and the roads began to clear. When it was just he, and his car, and a long dark road ahead with nothing on his mind other than what sonofabitch he was going to rid the world of next.

Who: Aiden and Eury
Where: out
When: Afternoon

Eury had claimed she would be working today. Had told Aiden to come by whenever and so he did, closer to two, which really wasn't lunchtime, but he hoped she'd wait on eating until he saw her, at least. It had taken him awhile to actually get out of bed and find the courage to drive over. He'd almost bailed - twice, but he knew he couldn't. Not with something this important.

He pulled up in front of the shop, got out and threw his cigarette away before walking inside. Strange, that the last few times he'd been in the shop it had been to fuck her, or fight with her. He had no plans to do either this time around. Honestly, this time he just wanted to talk. He'd woken up that morning, convinced that he'd been dreaming the whole encounter the night before. That she was a Gorgon. Something that didn't exist to so many people. People who believed in everything else. She was claiming to be a myth. An untruth. But he knew she was real. It was impossible to ignore it now that it was in his face. She was a Gorgon, and Dorian was half demon and...his whole world seemed like it was tilted into chaos. He killed people like them for money. He viewed people like them as nothing but things. Creatures. Less than human. Jesus. He still wasn't sure he was dealing with it very well. It was like getting punched in the gut twice. Or shot in the gut. That was much more painful. Still, he had questions. He wanted to at least see if he could do this without letting the night before get to him. It felt necessary to talk this out. And then he'd call Dorian later. He needed to sort things out, deal with them. And then decide what to do. Aiden walked through the store looking for her, keys to his car dangling off his fingers. "Eury?"

who: eury and aiden
where: out around
when: late night

It had been a long day, and Eury was sitting in her living room, looking down at one of the photographs she'd kept from her sweep around town to help clear them. Her sunglasses sat on the coffee table next to it, and she couldn't look away. It was like a car accident. She didn't want to see it, in fact, she knew it by heart by now, with as many pictures as had been plastered all over the place, but that's where her eyes were. Especially on the warning. Closing her eyes for a moment, she reached up to rub them with one hand, squeezing the bridge of her nose, a dull headache throbbing at the back of her head. It felt like someone had come up behind her and clocked her with a baseball bat. After a few long minutes of sitting there in silence, she grabbed up her phone and had dialed before she really made the decision to call Aiden. It was only when she heard the tones in her ear that she wondered if she shouldn't have just gone, taken a bath, and read for a while before going to bed instead of phoning the hunter. And yet she didn't hang up.

Digging his phone out of his pocket, Aiden flipped it open, recognized the number and answered it before he even thought that maybe he ought to just let it to go voicemail. There was a part of him that felt he should answer it whenever she called, just in case it was an emergency, or something, even though he knew there was probably a slim chance of that. You just never knew so why chance it? "Hey." Aiden tapped his finger against the side of his beer bottle. "Everything okay?"