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Finley felt much better. The tendrils of Dysphoria greatly helped. Between Dysphoria and Callaghan they felt safe and secure. The fear of their Lady coming dissipated and suddenly water seemed like a good idea. 

[color=f14a83]”I know, and love you so much for that.”[/color] Fin told Dysphoria. 

[color=f14a83]”Oh, water for me too please.”[/color] Fin raised their hand from their cozy spot. They did not particularly want to get up and move to get the water. There was a solid chance that neither Milthza or Alfonse would actually bring them water, but they could hope. 

Fin looked up at Nicholas, they did not understand the words that were said, but his body spoke for him. Finley smiled brightly, mischief written in their features with their excitement. 

[color=f14a83]”Do we have a room reserved?”[/color] It would be one of the bigger rooms if they all would be going. Finley was quite excited at the prospect. 

[color=5b8a9a]“Iad uile dha-rìribh. Chùm mi a h-uile duine a-mach air ur son uile. Bha mi cho airson suathadh.”[/color] Nicholas offered sweet words with little care for how future Nicholas would feel about them. The mischief in Finley's eyes made his own brighten and he pushed himself upright once more, stumbling a bit as he made his way over for the keys behind the bar and muttering [color=5b8a9a]“A bheil sinn ag iarraidh stuth no àite? Ach, tha Cal mòr agus mar sin feumaidh àite a bhith againn ach feumaidh sinn stuth.”[/color] They would have to use the playroom - not necessarily as comfy, but it would have the space for the dragon. 

Barty snagged four whiskey glasses from behind the bar, pouring ice cold water out of a pitcher and into each one before he palmed two in each hand. He held his cigarette gingerly between his lips as he lazily made his way towards the individuals he knew more fondly. [Color=8a9a5b]”What my dear brother here is [i]trying[/i] to say, is that you three are to remain here. You need not clear out and…well I think we can accommodate for both size [i]and[/i] pleasure. We'd just need to move a few toys around.”[/color] Barty handed a glass to Nicky, Finley, Dysphoria, and Callaghan. Though as he went to hand it to Cal he noticed two things. The moth still lingering abouts and the fact that this was [i]way[/i] too little water for a dragon of his size. But he couldn't very well go fetch a pool now could he? [Color=8a9a5b]”Drink.”[/color] He said in equal parts concern and demand. [Color=8a9a5b]”bhiodh e na chuideachadh mura biodh ar cànan dùthchasach agad”[/color]

Callaghan watched the crowd disperse, ignoring Nicky while he mumbled in his native tongue and stumbled across to the bar. He only lifted his head when Barty approached with glasses, offering water to all and looked at Willow. Cal growled a warning. She wasn't leaving. Not until she was ready. 

Willow reached out for the water when it was thrust at her, and then heard the growl. She reached up and ran her free hand along Cal’s muzzle again, and then looked at the person that had handed her the drink. Was that her other covenmate, or his twin? She honestly didn’t know at the moment, but it seemed he wanted her to go. She made a face and curled up more in Cal’s wing as she sipped her water. She wasn’t ready to go yet. She was safe and warm, and two of the others there had offered her safety. Besides, she was still sorting through the past, present and future. Who knew if she could find her way to her room. 

Fin had no idea what Nicholas was saying. It was beautiful to listen to. They longed to understand and was thankful when Barty explained. They took their water and drank it deep and quick. [color=f14a83]”Refreshing. Ohh toys.”[/color] At Callaghan’s rumbles they leaned back into his body, letting the rumbles stimulate them. 

Dysphoria basked in Finley's feelings and reached out to run a tendril along Willow's wings. [color=F739D7] “The little bug will accompany us, but I do not think partake. The bug seems quite distressed and our fun would not bring it relief, we think.”[/color] Dysphoria said to Barty. [color=F739D7]“But we would welcome the bug if the bug wished. More fun!”[/color] Dysphoria's tongue flickered out as they tasted the air. 

Nicholas paused as his brother shoved water in his hand and brought attention to his speech. Nicholas touched his fingers to his lips. He hadn't realized that he'd been speaking Gaelic, but that explained why the words felt much easier on the tongue. English was such a cold language, though it had been a long time since Nicholas had been a warm person. He drank his water, trying to clear his head, but the world was still bright and light and colorful and it almost hurt his eyes. Or maybe that was the dehydration catching up with him. Nicholas giggled and he snatched the playroom keys off their hook and made his way back over, keys hooked onto his belt after a few moments. 

[color=5b8a9a]“Gods, it's been some time since I indulged.”[/color] Nicholas propped an elbow on his brother's shoulder. [color=5b8a9a] “But first, is everyone willing to join us tonight? I had planned we have our wicked ways with Callaghan, leave pretty little marks for the plaything that has her eyes set on him and wrap him up all pretty, but we need to know our limits.”[/color] Nicholas's gaze drifted up to Willow and blinked, having just realized she was there. 

[Color=8a9a5b]”Calm yourself Cal.”[/color] Barty said with an eased tone. Taking a long drag of his cigarette before blowing it to the side. He held the butt of it between his fingers as his hand fell towards his side. [Color=8a9a5b]”I only had enough hands to carry four of them. The…”[/color] His sentence died there as he took in Willow's form. He'd expected them to be fae, yet her aura was anything but. Peculiar. [Color=8a9a5b]”Creature? Is more than welcome to stay if she wishes to participate. And yes, Voyeurism counts as an act of participation.”[/color]

Callaghan ceased his rumblings as soon as Willow stroked his muzzle. He nuzzled her hair once more, pleased the little one was safe, and the others now knew her place among them. Dysphoria seemed particularly taken with Willow, for which Cal was glad.

His focus returned to the twins with interest. Nick wanted to play? And who was he to be wrapped for…Cassie. Of course. Callaghan had been so caught up with Finley earlier that he had forgotten to check in with how Cassie was handling the twins' idea of fun. He'd have to check in tomorrow, since he would most likely not be returning to his dorm until very late. Or very early depending on how one looked at it. 

Callaghan unfurled his wing from around Willow and nudged them before he nodded to his back, offering her a place to retreat should she not want to walk to their new destination. He then extended the offer to Finley and Dys.

Willow finished her water, letting the cool water settle in her mouth for a moment before taking the last swallow. It helped calm her mind, and her second sight seemed to finally be coming back under her own reins. Present was becoming the only time she was settling into, and she was realizing that people there were addressing her. She took in their words and it took a moment for her to realize what the meanings were. 

[color=#CCCCFF]”I will stay, and watch. I am not [i]disinterested[/i] in participating in the future, just after being in… several times tonight I need to reorient myself. Thank you.”[/color] Willow gently nuzzled Cal as he nudged her, and she gently moved onto his back and snuggled in close and wrapped her arms around him gently. She didn’t trust her legs just yet, so was ever so thankful that he was offering to give her a ride.

[color=f14a83]”Watch or join. You are welcome.”[/color] Fin did not care either way. The giant moth lady was interesting and getting a taste of her would be nice. [color=f14a83]”Just know I like to bite.”[/color] Finley grinned, showing their teeth, sharper than a human's. 

Finely unfolded themselves from Cal’s embrace, standing, stretching, now ready to proceed to the playroom. One of their hands mindlessly caressed a tendril from Dysphoria.

Dysphoria preened under Finley’s caress and pressed more firmly against their hand. [color=F739D7] “You’ll have fun, little bug. Nicky bleeds so pretty, Barty is mean in all the right ways, our dragon makes a gorgeous picture when he’s pleasured, and my Darling is a perfect jewel in the middle of it all.”[/color] Dysphoria promised and drew their tendril away from Willow as Finley stood, instead working a mark into their Darling’s neck with sharp teeth and a gentle tongue as excitement thrummed in their veins. 

Nicholas took the opportunity he was presented – as Finley slid out of the dragon’s grasp and stretched, Nicholas wrapped his arm around their waist and pressed a kiss to the side of Dysphoria’s mouth where they worked against the skin. He could feel the same bubbling warmth in the pit of his stomach as when they first found the Fey and symbiote and he couldn’t help but grind against their thigh, reaching around and caressing Cal’s scales with his fingertips. [color=5b8a9a]“But those teeth hurt wonderfully. Can’t wait to feel them again.”[/color] Nicholas sighed, leaning as Dysphoria brought a tendril up against his neck and squeezed once – a promise for later. The warmth in his stomach grew and he let out a soft gasp as the sensation.

[color=F739D7]“No getting distracted, Nicky. We can’t hurt you out here.”[/color] Dysphoria reminded him and he blinked, distracted by the sensations and the colors on Finley’s dress. His other hand dipped beneath Finley’s clothes, caressing skin and tracing affection patterns in their hip. 

[color=5b8a9a]“I like this outfit. Wear it the next time I win.”[/color] Nicholas murmured in Finley’s ear, gazing up and down Cal’s dragon form with hooded eyes before stumbling towards the door nearby.

Callaghan waited for Willow to settle before he stood. Now that he wasn't under the influence of drugs, he could control his movement more and watch out for others. Nick's attention on Cal didn't help the resolve he wanted to maintain. He seemed to shiver from the man's touch, and from the way his eyes roamed over Cal. Curse this man. 

His claws tapped along the floor as he made his way through the main portion of Haven and into the playroom. He crouched down to pass through the doorway to make sure he didn't knock Willow off his back.

Willow was intrigued by the way they spoke of how they took pleasure. She had some of the basics of some things in mind, but biting, bleeding and being mean? Well now she [i]had[/i] to watch. She cuddled in closer to Cal as he carried her into the playroom, small shivers of anticipation running up her spine. She didn’t need her second sight to know she would learn many things that night.

Finley followed along a bounce in her step. They’d have to remember this outfit for the future if Nicholas liked it that much. The dress was made of leaves, sticks and spiderweb. It was more illusion than anything, but was technically real enough for the rules. It didn’t require concentration to maintain it, but it wouldn’t last the night. 

As the playroom door shut behind them and only one stranger remained, Alfonse sprinted behind the bar and into the back of the house. Milthza yanked Jake out of the way just in time to avoid being trampled again. “Oye, we still have a customer. Can't drop the nice guy act yet.”

“Shut the fuck up, hag. Did you see what just walked into the playroom? I have to tell whoever's opening tomorrow, they're going to [i]die[/i].” Alfonse laughed unkindly. “And clearly Mr. Macleod doesn't care about that one - he literally used him as a door mat. “

“You normally open on the weekends, Alfonse.” Milthza reminded him, rolling her eyes at the familiar insult. “I don't think they cared enough to change the schedule just because you picked up an extra shift.”

“I have my regular tomorrow so I'm not in ‘til seven!” Alfonse sang and then got real quiet. “Oooooooh no. Beatrix is on dungeon duty tomorrow.”

“I’m calling out.” 

Alfonse stuck his head out, eyes wide and panicked. “You will absolutely [i]not[/i] leave me alone with that harpy or I will smother you with a pillow.” Alfonse hissed. Milthza had a far away look in her eyes before sighing. 

“If only.”

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1 - All of them really. Kept everyone out for ypu all. Missed your touch.

2 - Do we want stuff or space? But Cal's big so we gotta have space bit we need stuff.

3 - It would help if you didn't speak our native language
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