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[b]Portland, Maine[/b]

Damian walked out into his living room dressed to go out: a simple grey tee and a pair of denims; his wife, Jessica lounging on their beige sofa, her laptop in front of her on the coffee table and a pair of headphones over her head, engrossed in whatever show she was streaming.

Sitting down on a nearby chair to put on his shoes, Damian wondered if he should interrupt his wife and convince her to follow him. She’d been saying for a while that she wanted to be more of a part in his new life. Ever since his powers came, he’d been careful not to divulge anything too insane to Jessica, but she insisted that she could handle whatever he could throw at her.

Leaning over, he tapped her ankle. She turned to him, half removing the headphones.

“Heading out?” She asked.

[color=Silver]“I’m going to a nearby library I just found nearby,”[/color] he said as he started doing the laces on his shoes. [color=Silver]“Wanna come along?”[/color]

“To a library?”

[color=Silver]“Well, more of an occult library.”[/color]

Jessica sat up, an eyebrow raised. “Really? I thought you wanted to keep that sorta thing to yourself."

[color=Silver]“I did, but this could be like a date. A really dark sorta date.”[/color]

“How romantic,” she said dryly, but stood up anyway. “Give me a few minutes to get ready.”

He nodded and watched her walk off. A few moments later he heard the shower turn on and he pulled out his phone, idly going through his social media feed, his mind however was drifting away as it usually did. He’d been deliberating whether or not he should take her for a while, trying to figure out the pros and cons of involving her more into his life and whether that would endanger her. But had ultimately decided that who he now was had done enough to endanger all of his loved ones’ lives and he could at least help in regards to teaching her a few protection spells.

If she wanted to learn of course. Damian leaned back on the chair and crossed his legs letting out a sigh. It had been several months since he got his magical powers and life was… the same. He’d expected his life to change drastically, for the hero life to come knocking on his door and send him off into whatever adventure there was. Instead, he continued living his mundane, everyday life as if nothing had happened. As if he wasn’t an extremely powerful sorcerer.

It had certainly made life far more convenient. He didn’t need to stand up anymore to get the remote, he didn’t even need to touch the damn thing. He didn’t need to commute to work — although he still did in order to keep potential eyes off of him, save for when traffic was exceptionally bad. Practical jokes, whenever he was up for doing them, was something of a fun past-time. A bit immature, true, but the reactions of bewilderment from a randomly moving broom in the middle of a ward or papers suddenly disappearing were hilarious. For a while anyway.

At least the practical jokes on his wife were an endless source of amusement. Who knew resigned annoyance could be more hilarious than absolute confusion. 

A few minutes later Jessica walked back into the living room dressed in casual clothes. Pocketing his phone, Damian stood up and made his way over to the car with her and once inside, pulled out of the driveway.