[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
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	I continue to rub circles into their hip with my thumb. I always seemed to have to do something with my hands, and I enjoyed this activity far more than twirling my pen or tapping my fingers on the desk. When they lean into me, my hands move up their back and hold them close.

	[color=#006400]”I think I understand. If you didn’t want this connection with me, those questions and these feelings wouldn’t matter to you. You would just do whatever you wanted and move on,”[/color] I say. I shut my eyes to focus on holding them. 

	[color=#006400]”I’m never satisfied for long. I am constantly looking for something to capture my attention, but it never lasts. I confess I’ve had a couple of long-term relationships, but I haven’t felt this way before. I’d like for you to connect with your human side so we can share this feeling. But I understand and respect your hesitation. I am worried about what will happen when you unlock your memories, especially with your physical scars. As for my preferences, well… It would be easier to ask what I am not into,”[/color] I inform him, a dark, flirtatious note in my tone.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi’s House – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I find myself nodding in understanding, but remember I’m talking on the phone and have to say something. [color=#DB7093]”Right, yes. Yes, that makes sense,”[/color] I agree. [color=#DB7093]”It’s brave of you to want to bridge that gap between the mortal and supernatural worlds as well. It’s one reason why I have a shop,”[/color] I state and then freeze. Crap. Now I’m giving information freely? Dammit, Cassiopeia. [color=#DB7093]”I mean, well, uh…”[/color] I sigh loudly and finish my drink. [color=#DB7093]”The shop allows me to conduct business with the humans and help them, whether it's just the confidence to go about their normal days or if they truly did encounter something supernatural, like you, then it provides me with a way to hunt down the creatures.”[/color]

	The human world considered what I did to be magic or witchcraft, or nowadays, it was grounds for being called crazy. That was furthest from it. Disney and Hollywood really messed up a lot of things, but they didn’t miss the mark on the persecution we went through and still go through. My shop did well enough so that I made a living, but it wasn't easy keeping it afloat. I had lost count of how many times it had been broken into or vandalized over the years. People still feared the strange and unusual, and if they thought I was the most bizarre thing out there, well, I was happy to take the fall for it if it kept them safe from the real monsters that go bump in the night.