[h3] Cason and Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth tried to keep hold of Sam’s arm, as he spoke to Cason.  Cason growled, attempting to keep pressure on her chest as she cried and yelped at random intervals.  He became a slight bit concerned by a trickle of blood that ended up falling slowly from her nose.  That could have either been a result of an extreme explosion of power, or because of internal injuries.  He begged for the former.

He looked up at Sam before he pulled away, “I know about angels…but when this is overwith, and she’s okay…me and you.  We’re going to talk.  Alone.”

He watched him move away from Annabeth, giving him a tear filled sneer as he watched him.  His eyes were jet black, from stress and being so close to an angel.  He sniffled, showing a slight bit of soul in the demon, to the others as he stared down at her.

“You’re okay, darlin’.  I got you.”, he shushed her as he watched Esme start to work.  Annabeth was reaching around, her hands trying to find Sam as she did so.  Her brain was wanting his calm. Cason grabbed one of her hands, as Esme made her self known by touching the other.  He kissed Annabeth’s forehead here and there, trying to forget that her eyes were completely gone, and hard for him to look at, in place of her normal baby blues.

Annabeth squeezed Esme’s arm, her palm heating up a tiny bit against Esme’s skin with every knot that was tied in her skin.  Cason could feel his face heating up every time a knot was tied, as well, which was mostly because of Annabeth’s stress and pain.

When Esme began healing Annabeth a bit with her mind, he narrowed his eyes at her and asked, “What the hell are you doing?”


He then stopped the stare and glanced over at Benjamin, “Aren’t you a witch?  Witches do healing stuff all the time, within their ranks.  So, you wanna help…fix her.”

Wincing as he took his eyes down to her face, he kissed her forehead again and snapped his fingers, a pair of Ray Ban Wayfarers landing in his palm as he did so.  He unfolded them, and gently put the mover her eyes.

“Now you look badass.  Badass glasses.  Badass scars…”, Cason joked with Annabeth as he waited for Esme to finish the second round of stitches or for Benjamin to decide to be useful.  Either way, he was doing his best to keep her calm.

She smirked briefly, turning her head toward where she could feel Sam standing.  With the healing Esme had done, she could see clearly the situation that originally put them in danger.  She softly, and with a shudder, spoke, “It’s not your fault, you know…I don’t blame you.”