Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-01-16 08:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | kellan, saint patrick |
Who: Kellan (aka Grey Cat) and Patrick
When: Monday afternoon
What: 'You're a Person!'(originally posted by Kellan)
Where: Patrick's place
Warnings: Possible language, naked person, freeloading sidhe
When the door closed, it was with a sense of 'finally' from Kellan. He liked his immortal people, in the sense that it was free food for the past couple of years and for a bunch of weird Christians they weren't all too bad. But they hadn't left for a while, and Kellan's skin felt itchy, and he was tired of kibble. He knew of some stashes hidden away, and he could really do with that. And a possible shower because while cleaning one self was pretty great, warm water tended to be a glorious thing in itself.
He jumped down from his perch and gave the dog a look before stretching and letting his bones and muscles grow and adjust. He shivered out of the slight twinge of pain it gave, which just reminded him he'd let this go a bit too long. Too long a cat and the human part hurt a bit. He groaned and shook his head and picked himself up, grinning to the dog and holding his finger to his lips. "You know I pay you for quiet dog." He let himself take a moment or two to adjust to the balance and weight of a human body before rising and stretching.
Scratching the back of his head he snuck into the stash to get a bottle and to take a drink from it before wandering into the kitchen. He found some left overs and took them into the living room, only pausing when he saw the door had been opened and there was no way he could change back in time. So he froze.
But for the grace of a lost wallet, Kellan might never have been found out.
Patrick would forget his head if it wasn't firmly still attached. Thankfully he was one of the saints who hadn't been beheaded. His wallet, however, was not a part of his body and Patrick had a habit of leaving it places. He forgot most of his past, was it any wonder he couldn't remember to bring ID and money with him all the time?
He darted back to the apartment with the promise to be right back. He arrived at the door, slightly out of breath from running a city block and a few flights of stairs. And then there was a naked man in his living room with a bottle and some food in his hands.
Patrick's eyes widened and he backed up into the closed door. And then the only thing that came out of his mouth was not 'who are you?' or 'what are you doing in my house?' but a rather startled, "don't sit on the couch with your bare ass!"
Kellan had lived a long time on an instinct of survival mixed with 'I'm a cat, feed me'. It had worked so far. He wasn't too concerned, despite Patrick's history Kellan knew he wasn't a bad sort and with the right amount of persuading he'd probably be allowed to stay.
Not because he'd miss them, but because he'd miss the rather comfortable routine he'd found himself in. "Shit." Then he raised an eyebrow, "oy that couch has seen far worse then my bare ass. Trust me." He shook his head to that and set the bottle down.
This was awkward and troublesome, and he'd liked his secret because it didn't raise questions. "Kellan," he offered, "although you know me."
Sure, that couch had seen plenty of his bare ass, but his ass was allowed to be on it!
"W- What? Who? Who are you? I don't know a Kellan!" And why would someone he knew randomly show up naked?
He set his food down and held up his hand, "Gods you're louder like this. Calm down. I'm usually tinier. Bit more compact. Works better like that, despite the case of saint on stomach it inflicts." Sighing he looked to the table, "I hate this part."
He didn't like explaining, but at least this was an immortal and not some old lady he was giving a heartattack. Immortals tended to come back. With a face he leaned onto the table, using it for balance to let himself shift back into the form of the cat he normally took.
Then he sat down and looked at Patrick before hopping off and going back to his human shaped self. "Dizzy." He shook his head, "see. You know me. Now can we please forget about all this and go back to the normal. Oh and I can't have milk so get soy?" He still treated Patrick like he could boss him around, and his opinion was that he could.
Patrick just blinked at the man who had just turned into a cat in front of him and then back into a man.
His cat. His Grey Cat. His kitty.
"Grey Cat?" Patrick squeaked, wondering if he was dreaming. "Is- Is this a trick?"
He tilted his look and rolled his eyes, choosing to take a seat at the table and pulled the left overs closer to him so he could eat them, "yes. It is. Completely all a trick. Or better you're daydreaming about a naked man who isn't the loud boyfriend, but has good taste in other things, and has mysteriously found his way into the house that no one else can get into." He gave the saint a bland look, "make you feel better? On that matter why are you even here? Weren't you off...doing something?" He offered the left overs to Patrick, but oddly enough not the bottle, "want some? Pretty good compared to kibble. Oh, stop buying that dry stuff or I'll find a way to direct more hairballs into your shoes."
Hearing John described as loud in comparison to him almost made Patrick laugh out loud. And if the situation weren't so strangely heart-breaking he might have.
"You- You're my-" Patrick shook his head and then he shoved his hands through his hair. "Sorry, I have to sit down." Patrick went to sit in his chair and he tossed Grey Cat the throw that had been on it. "Can you...wrap that around yourself?"
So his cat was a man? There had been a man living in his house all this time? For years? "I forgot my wallet," Patrick said lamely. Then he looked back up at Kellan. "Have...have you been my cat the whole time? Or did you replace him? Did you hurt him?!" Patrick looked panicked then. He really loved Grey Cat.
"Honestly," sighing he took the throw and set it around his shoulder. "Sees naked man all the time, now he's all put that on, my sensibilities." He made a face but still put it around himself, "don't have clothes. Haven't needed them."
"Oh, Christ, really? Seriously Patrick, I'm not changing again. It kind of hurts and my skin is itching so no. I didn't hurt myself." He set his hands on the bridge of his nose. "I loathe this part. Look, I'm Cat Sidhe. I'm, technically, Fae. Sort of. Part of my family is transformed witch. Makes for really odd family reunions. I am a cat. Sort of. I'm not human. The cat is my preferred form, but try taking showers without thumbs."
He snapped his fingers, "bout a couple a years ago you had this little mortal kid. Neil was his name. Nice kid. You took him in and he stayed in the house. We moved here, and never put me in a cage I will seriously pee on everything you love, because you wanted to keep him safe from his dad." He smiled, rather smugly, "would I know that if I was just here to bum food, besides way to be saintly there. You're supposed to provide for the less fortunate. It's your job."
Patrick blinked, but the moment Kellan mentioned that he was a Cait Sidhe, Patrick understood. It all made sense. Patrick had always felt Grey Cat knew more than he was letting on, but Patrick just believed it was his own paranoia getting to him.
Grey Cat was a fae. Of course he was. He knew Neil. Hell, he would know everything. He knew Patrick spent a lot of time with John, rather naked. God, he had been in the room-
"I...no, that- It makes sense," Patrick said, though he still sounded dumbfounded. "I just never knew. I...I'm sorry. I mean...for-" Patrick swallowed a little roughly. "Soy milk? And no dry food? Have I-? Have I treated you well?" He made no indication that Kellan should leave. In fact, if he tried, Patrick probably would have begged him to stay.
He nodded, glad he wasn't being booted out. It'd be cold in all this snow. "At least have it taste nice. And yeah, can't have actual milk. It's horrible. Makes me puke." He happily ate the left overs now things were being cleared up. He gave Patrick an odd look, "I'm still here aren't I? Trust me, I'd have left if you were an ass. You're a decent sort." He shrugged, "I generally don't want people to know. Makes it easier. But sometimes my skin itches and I have to be like this."
He paused, "and it's not because I didn't trust you to say. The way you seen me is the way I usually am. I am cat shaped. But I like hot water sometimes." He finished the food and set his head on his hands, "I suppose you're going to want to tell the boyfriend. The mortal may jump into the roof. They never take it well."
"I- John should know," Patrick nodded. "And Nicholas is- He'll be fine. He knows he's the disciple of John the Baptist, he'll take it okay. There won't be roof-jumping. I won't give you any more milk, I promise. Do- I could give you regular food. Chicken or something? This is weird. I baby-talk to you and put my face in your belly..." Patrick looked slightly ashamed at that. "Do you want me to- Should I stop? Petting you?"
He made a face, "oh that'll be fun. I get to have this conversation all over again." Then he grinned, "but then again." He scoffed, "is that what they call that now, but alright." He nodded, "chicken would be great. I like chicken. And fish. Fish is also good. No vets." He rolled his eyes, "yes I know. It's pretty funny actually. I hear all these stories, all 'oh Patrick the one who hunted us' And I have you on my stomach speaking nonsense to me. It's hysterical." He shrugged, hating to admit to liking this being at all, "no. I can tolerate it. I have claws you know. If I hated it I'd make you stop."
He leaned back in his chair, "so we'll share this with boyfriend the perch and mortal. Honestly you won't see me a lot like this. Oh and your wallets on the table where you put it so you wouldn't forget."
"Heh," Patrick felt bad that he had ever garnered a reputation for hunting anything, but he supposed it was good to know Grey Cat- Kellan- didn't seem to hate him for it. "I apparently don't take myself all that seriously. I can do chicken and fish. I'll never put you in a cage again," Patrick said with a shudder. "No vets. You can have whatever you want. Should I get you clothes? Are- Are you comfortable?" He supposed it was nice to get feedback from a pet!
Patrick spotted his wallet and he was about to say thank you when Downpatrick padded over to him from the bedroom and plopped his head in Patrick's lap. Patrick reached out and scratched Downpatrick's ears. "He's...he's an actual dog right?" Patrick asked warily. Because there were fairy dogs too.
He shook his head, "you really don't. It's great. And please don't. It's a bit claustrophobic, and having no idea about anything or not knowing what was happening." he shuddered, "it wasn't fun." He titled his head, "I can borrow clothes I suppose. I don't need them. I'm not bothered at all by being naked. And yes Patrick I'm comfortable. Christ, do you need me to fill out a survey?"
He looked at the dog, then shrugged. "The Cu Sidhe are usually the size of cows. And Green. And no one's dying so I'm pretty sure he's just a dog. Why are you asking me? Just ask him." He pointed to the dog, "hey. Dog. Still a dog?"
Downpatrick looked over at Kellan and he wagged his tail a few times before leaning down to lick his balls. Patrick bit his lip and then he let out a chuckle. "I think that's dog for 'yep, still a dog'."
He cleared his throat. "And no...sorry, you don't have to fill out a survey," Patrick stammered. "I'm just flustered. I lo-" Patrick stopped there, before he profess his love for the naked man in his living room. "I care about you," Patrick amended. "You've been with me for years. I can't help it. It doesn't matter to me that you're a little different than I assumed. I still care."
"To be fair it's pretty nice being flexible," he motioned to the dog. This form just had less flexibility. "So I wouldn't count on it. I'd do it too, just to fuck with you." He smirked, "I'm joking Patrick. Really. Lighten up."
He gave Patrick a half hearted glare, "are we being mushy? I'm not mushy. I don't hug. Although if boyfriend came home to me hugging you I'd find that hilarious." He considered the possibilities of that, "Although he looks like he'd throw me and snow is cold so I'll have to think of a plan. And I'm not that different. I can just appear to look like a human."
Patrick did lighten up then and he even laughed.
"Sorry, I think my default mode is mushy," Patrick said with a smile. "And John wouldn't throw you. He's the logical 'wait for an explanation' sort. I wouldn't let anyone throw you out anyway. I guess...now that I know, if there's anything you want me to do for you, let me know sometime?"
He nodded, "sure I can do that I suppose. I mean this is my house so I already kind of do what I like anyway." He didn't think that would change anytime. In the end these were his people. "It's nice being in a place with people who won't die. Always a downer that. Now I am going to take advantage of thumbs and go enjoy hot water." He rose, not really caring about the throw. He paused for a moment and took the bottle, then grinned. "On the upside, this gives me so many opportunities to give people shit."
Patrick snorted and then he shook his head. "I suppose it does," he agreed. He noted then that Kellan took the bottle and that he hadn't offered it earlier. Interesting.
"I suppose I should call you Kellan now. Have a good shower, Kellan. I should find my boyfriend who is probably wondering what happened to me. Er...I'll see you later?"
He shrugged, "Call me what you like. I'll respond to whatever I feel like." He nodded, "probably, tell boyfriend I said hello." Smiling he wandered into the bathroom. It had, honestly, gone better then he could have expected. He still had his people and his roof, and now actual decent food and milk he could drink. It all worked out in the end.