brian and domino

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: The house
When: Very early morning

The fact that the glow had yet to go away meant that Brian hadn't gotten much sleep the night before-- just snatches in between attacks. Not that he really would have gotten much sleep anyway... it was pouring, and he couldn't risk further backlash by trying to mute out the sound. Thank god he'd gone to the diner the night before, when the lightning started, so or he'd never have gotten the sign up about it being closed. It was stuck to the door with a minor vacuum, too, so it wasn't coming down with a little water.

A lot of water.

Who: Domino and Brian
Where: Home
When: 10:00am

His venture back home had been a tricky one. Domino had gone quite far into the packlands and half way back home was confronted by a pair of very angry shadows. It was fortune that had Domino already in cougar form (easiest way back home) which made dispatching of the two things quite easy. Of course by the time he was sneaking back up to the house he was confronted by a -set- of pairs approaching the back door. He lashed and bit and took out the four almost untouched. Panting, Domino padded up to the back door, he'd probably made enough noise to get Brian's attention, or wake him up- if he was still asleep.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: The phone
When: 12:30ish

Since Hunt was out and Brian was sitting alone, in the dark, waiting for him to wake up again... Brian figured it was about time he let Domino know where he was. He made sure the light from the phone wasn't actually light, punched in the number for the home phone by feel, and waited while it rang.

Who: Brian and Domino
When: Morning
Where: Their home

He wasn't sure when, but at some point in the night Domino had fallen asleep... it had been sometime after his second shadow battle after Brian and gone to bed, and he'd retired to the chair. It was easier to not shift between attacks so Domino stayed in his cougar form and curled up on the couch, sound asleep. Unbeknownst to him, in his final half asleep attack he'd left the door cracked.

Who: Domino and Brian
When: After work
Where: Their home

Domino yawned as he pulled up in his beater car. He was too tired to try and drive Brian’s truck, and then try and park it… thing was just too big for late nights. It was a crawl to get out of the car and up to the door of the house, Domino didn’t envy Brian -or- Mya. He got his key into the door and opened it. Domino yawned again and locked the door behind him before walking into the house. “Honey I’m home.” He called.

The door was a bit scratched up, and there were heavy char marks on the ceiling of the porch, but other than that things seemed intact. The inside of the house was dark, but Brian's voice wafted in from the living room. "Don't expect me to come running to your arms or anything." He wasn't running anywhere, not for a while-- he was, in fact, stretched out on the couch with Torziel draped across his stomach, his gun resting on the floor next to his dangling hand, and a knife resting on the couch back. "Lock the door behind you, would you?" He hadn't heard the click, but then, he was a ways off and really fucking tired.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: The phone and then the diner
When: Dawn and onwards

Who: Domino and Brian
When: Around 9:45PM
Where: Truck in the woods

The post-coital nap was brief for Domino as the wind brushed over his skin and carried a stray leaf across his thigh. Tightening his arms around Brian and burying his head in his chest, the kitty tried to keep the moment's before fresh for just a little while longer. However, reality as it in set in quite quickly as the cool hard of the truck bed seemed to press against his hip and shoulder- despite the slight padding from the blanket. The chill from the wind grew stronger and the calm slowly receded.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Out behind the diner
When: Just after the lunch hour rush

Even if he was working all day, Brian refused to skip lunch-- even if he'd been munching through most of the day, just to keep himself awake. And, even more so, he refused to not take lunch off. He needed a minute to sit down and rest and not be doing something. And, more better, he wanted to share it with Domino. So there.

So once the bulk of the lunch crowd already had their orders filled and things were starting to slow down, he came up behind Domino as he filled a soda glass for someone behind the counter, and said quietly, "Meet me out back in ten for lunch," before heading back into the kitchen and throwing a couple sandwiches together. That still gave him a few minutes, so he wound up pulling his truck out back-- and chasing off the ghost-shadow or whatever it was, because it was not going to creep him out during his lunch; thankfully, is disappeared as soon as he tried to grab it-- and setting up a makeshift picnic in the truck bed. It didn't look too bad, tailgate down and the rough flannel blanket he kept behind the truck seat spread on the floor, and it wasn't even too cold, just a bit breezy.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Domino's (former) house
When: Midday

Brian was feeling surprisingly not nervous about this whole thing, as he backed his truck up into Domino's driveway, for ease of loading. He had fully expected to be a mess of nerves, on edge and just plain wishing he'd never made this decision. And while he was on edge, a little-- every time he caught a glance of himself in the truck's mirrors, he saw that weird shadow that was "haunting" his reflection, and that was enough to put anyone on edge-- none of it had anything to do with Domino and moving Domino in. About that, he felt unexpectedly relaxed, like this was something he was supposed to be doing. Happy, even, looking forward to getting the guy settled in, and definitely looking forward to having him around more often. Pretty much every night, probably; even when one or another of them had been out with friends, they'd still be there when the other got home. Even his loss of "privacy" didn't really bother Brian much. How much real privacy had he had with Torziel around, anyway?

This was a big step. He knew it was. Domino knew it was. And Domino had agreed. So maybe there was a little hope for them, after all.

He got out of the truck, let the door slam shut behind him, and started for the front door.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Brian's place
When: Earlyish morning

It was completely unsurprising now that Brian was awake well before Domino; as much as he hated it, he was getting used to waking up early. After being up too late and not sleeping well. The nightmares weren't even the culprit this time-- all he could remember was a restless sort of dream, something about being followed or pursued, but he didn't think his father or fire had figured into it for once. He actually lay in bed a while, listening to the wind outside and Domino's steady breathing beside him, before dragging himself out of bed and to the bathroom.

Who: Domino and Brian
When: Between 9:30 and 10pm
Where: Brian’s house

Dom had called while Brian was at work and left a voicemail letting him know he’d be stopping by. Things had taken a very interesting turn the previous night and he’d spent the day finding a storage facility and packing- after work of course. He pulled up to Brian’s house, having driven instead of hoofing it, and emerged from his car. He wore loose fitting jeans and a t-shirt that was one size too large for him but they were comfortable. Domino approached the door and knocked stretching a little as he waited for Brian to answer- or the door to ‘magically’ open on it’s own.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Brian's place
When: 9PM-ish

When Brian had gotten the voice mail from Domino saying he had to talk to him about something, his immediate response had been to call back-- and leave another message; he hoped the guy got it-- and say "come over after the diner closes and we'll talk". His immediate thought was that something was wrong, though he really didn't have any real reason to think that. After everything lately, though, his ability to be optimistic and expect positive things had been bumped to the backburner, leaving behind pessimism and a definite worst-case-scenario sort of mindset.

At least he managed to not spend all of his time at the diner worrying-- he kept busy, dealt with customers, got a head start on the inventory he desperately needed to get done soon. So it was just the drive home and the wait at the house where he worried and wondered what had happened to the incurious, laid-back man he was used to being. The one who didn't think about whether he had anything to drink left in the fridge first thing when he got home. At least he managed to resist going and getting any of that drink he knew was there. One would think that the hangover that morning would've been enough to convince him of that, but it was an effort, anyway. Instead, he flopped back onto the couch and turned on the tv while he waited for Domino. He was going to go to bed sober tonight, dammit. He was.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Domino's house
When: 8:30ish PM

It was a bit of a surprise, Brian showing up at Domino's place. He knew the other person who lived there was still out of town-- who wouldn't be, given all the vampire shit going on?-- so that much was safe; he wouldn't be disturbing anyone. He just hoped Domino was home, himself. It was after dark, so he'd like to think he would be, but Domino's sense of self-preservation could sometimes use a tweak.

Brian parked the truck on the street in front of the place, wanting a change of scenery from his own place-- he'd promised Marlowe he'd be back before midnight, though he didn't say whether he'd be alone-- and wanting to see the kid, both. It felt like it'd been a week since he'd seen Domino for more than a few minutes in passing, while at work or at shift change, though he was pretty sure it'd only been a few days. Regardless, it still seemed high time he stopped by. He'd even brought movies.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: The house, where else?
When: Morning

When Brian had woken up the first time, he was still hovering that two inches above the bed, so he'd rolled over, buried his face in Domino's shoulder, and gone back to sleep. Now, a couple hours later, he woke up to actually feel blankets under him.

Oh, thank god. Stupid backlash. He wasn't teleporting for another month. Or throwing anybody into walls. Except maybe Domino, once his back healed up, but that was something completely different and probably wouldn't include willworking or backlash.

Even better, he wasn't nearly as cold, which meant he wasn't nearly as hot. That was great way to start off a birthday: backlash-free. Would've been better, though, if he hadn't immediately remembered it was his birthday. Bah.

Who: Brian and Dom
When: around 11pm
Where: Brian's place

Domino had given Brian a call, wasn't a long one, just one to see if it would be ok if he came over. When he was given the ok he slipped into a pair of loose fitting jeans that had quite a few holes down the legs (the only 'loose fitting' ones he had) and a sweatshirt. He the packed a change of clothes and the clothes that didn't belong to him into his backpack and headed out. Domino had spent most of the day in bed, except for one quick trip to the store, but now he wanted to see Brian- especially to see if he was ok after a day of work after a day of backlash.

Around 11pm Domino's old beater of a car pulled up to Brian's yard and the young man climbed out of the car with is backpack and a little brown paper handled sack. He approached the door and gave it a small knock.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Brian's house
When: Early morning

Brian wasn't really awake yet. It'd been a long night-- a long few days-- a long few weeks-- and his brain just didn't want to deal with any of it. So he wasn't awake yet.

Except he was so cold. And uncomfortable. Why was it so cold? It was hard to stay asleep when you were shivering and... and something else. Something that his brain really didn't want to acknowledge yet.

The night before, after getting Marlowe settled after her bath, on the couch, he'd talked Domino into sharing the bed. He didn't care if the guy was a cougar or not, or with him or not. He'd come to his aid when he'd needed it, he'd trusted him enough to help him get them home. Without his and Marlowe's belief that he could get them out of there, he probably couldn't have done it. So Brian wasn't about to let him sleep on the floor. He'd dried him off-- the wet was not coming on the bed-- and finally coaxed him into actually using the bed.

And sometime during the night he'd wound up at the foot of the bed, with Domino, cold and seeking that extra body heat, only that wasn't helping anymore. He was freezing, and it was getting harder to stay even half-asleep and not acknowledge that he was freezing.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: By the side of the 41
When: 7:45 or so

There were, Brian had discovered, much worse things than having to go out in the rain to pick up someone. Even worse than doing so in the pouring rain. Or while in fear of vampires and what he might find when he got there. Much worse.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Brian's house
When: Just after sunset

The sun had set. There was no Domino. Brian was pacing restlessly across his living room, every step a limp but he was just unable to sit still. There was no Domino. He'd said he'd be there before sunset, and he wasn't there. Where the hell was he? Was he hurt-- again? Were the vampires lying in wait for him? Did he just forget and Brian would wind up wanting to hit him for making him worry?

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: The phone
When: Morning, 9:30ish

On the list of people to call and make sure they were all right, Domino was pretty high on it. Not the first, that honor went to Olivia because she hadn't shown up to work that morning-- and good god, had that scared the shit out of him-- but definitely high. The diner was quiet, with not many people wanting to be out and about, so he certainly had plenty of time.

Calling on his cell-- he always made sure he had perfect reception wherever he went; it was one of the perks of being a willworker-- he tried Domino's home phone first. That gave him nothing, but that didn't mean anything. It didn't mean anything. Domino could be out somewhere getting groceries. He could be too deeply asleep to hear the phone. He could just not want to answer it without caller ID.

So, forcing himself not to panic, Brian called his cell phone.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Brian's place (where else?)
When: Morning

The morning had been going so well.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Brian's place
When: Late evening

Brian wasn't someone who really liked being trapped in the house all day. In fact, he really didn't like it, especially when his only company was a bad-tempered demon-cat. By the time night fell-- and the rain was still coming, albeit less fiercely so he wasn't fighting the urge to hide under the bed or a blanket just from the sound of it on the roof-- he was going stir-crazy. And he was bored. And he was lonely, damn it all.

That was why he'd called Domino. Really, it was. Called and hung up again, because he knew the guy was still at work, and would be for a little while longer, and he couldn't risk holding a conversation with the man while he was at the diner. Maybe he'd take the hint, though, from the name and number on his missed call and come over after work.

Or so he was hoping, as he paced aimlessly around the house. Music was playing in the front room-- country, and to hell with what Domino might think of him for liking Clint Black-- but it didn't really do much to make him feel any less restless. It did, at least, drown out the quieter sound of the rain.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: The phone, then Brian's house
When: Around 1AM

Sometimes, being drunk made you stupid. Instead of going to bed, like he really ought to be doing, Brian was fishing out Domino's note with the number written on it from where he'd stashed it in his bedside table drawer and dialing. It was the middle of the night, and he was pretty damn sure the boy would be in bed... but there he was, listening to the phone ring and laying back on his bed, eyes shut but brain nowhere near ready to turn off. Not until he heard from Domino, half-asleep or not.

Dom was far from asleep, this kitties sleeping schedule was anything if normal anymore. Must have been the last full moon, or anticipation of a new one, or the fact that he was just plain insane. Whatever the reason he’d gotten home from work this evening, slept for a little while and then woken up fully refreshed. Currently he was laying in the backyard on the grass, his hands behind his head as he watched the stars. He was imagining he was in the mountains back home watching the stars there like he’d done growing up. *zzzzzz* Dom furrowed his brow slightly. *zzzzz* His pocket was vibrating, for a moment he was tempted to let it be, but he changed him mind quickly and pulled it out. “’ello.” He said as he put the cell to his ear.

Who: Domino and Brian
Where: Brian's place (again)
When: Morning

Sleep was good, very good after Domino's extended day(s). He had no idea what time it was when he finally stirred, momentarily forgetting the bed he was in, or the man who was laying beside him. Then it came back to him; the shower, the not-so-showerlike stuff, the toweling off, and the collapsing into bed. Domino smiled, pleased that his passing out so quickly afterward in Brian's arms hadn't fuzzied the memory any. Slowly Domino slid from his side to his back so he could see if Brian was still asleep or not.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Brian's place
When: 10:45PM

All things considered, it'd been a pretty nice night, despite the way things'd started. The day could've used some improvement, but the night hadn't been too shabby. Now Brian was sprawled on his couch, a little buzzed from a few beers after his trip down to the carnival's last day that afternoon. And the last of the wine coolers, actually. One of these days he needed to stop getting even a little drunk before bed; it was starting to become a habit, and that was never a good thing when it came to alcohol.

Who: Domino and Brian
Where: Mya's Diner
When: late afternoon - Shift Change
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Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Mya's Diner
When: The graveyard shift

Brian didn't really need to come in for his monthly inventory this month, since he'd done one the week before off-schedule just to get things caught up. He thoroughly expected to have very little to do: a run through the goods wouldn't take long, he never had many customers with complicated orders in the graveyard shift-- or many customers, at all-- and he'd mostly gotten the last shipment that came in, in order.

But he came in, anyway. He didn't want to get off-schedule and he didn't want to stick someone else with the shift. Besides, he didn't really want to sit around and stare at the phone and not call Manhattan and he certainly didn't want to deal with Torziel any more that day after being stuck with him all afternoon. He could use the time to practice and maybe try a few new things out with his willworking. The server who was supposed to be on-duty with him was a long-timer who knew about and generally ignored his odder, non-cook-related talents, so it'd even be safe. After the day he'd had, and all the rain, he was looking forward to a little quiet and a little practice in a dry, safe, familiar place.

So Brian showed up at the diner at 10PM sharp, a workbook under one arm, expecting a productive evening.

Who: Domino and Brian
When: 6AM, Sunday
Where: Mya's Diner

Domino jogged up through the diner's parking lot and to the door. He checked his watch and frowned slightly; he'd not made as good a time as he'd have liked, the cool air having slowed him- damn stuff burned to breathe in at times. He pulled off his backpack as he opened the door and headed in. It was empty, which was strange for a usual morning, people must be sleeping in since it was the weekend. He greeted the night staff and hurried into the bathroom to change out of his sweats into his tight blue jeans and equally tight white t-shirt. The day was young and even without coffee he felt awake and refreshed. It was all apart of his new resolution to start living healthier... ok so it wasn't really 'healthier' he was going for, but he figured if he focused on keeping in shape a bit more like he had before he went on his road trip maybe he'd be getting a lot more tail like he once had.