Re: May's Cottage: May & Rory
[Rory knew old, the dog side of him knew the scent of the thing. Even if he couldn't entirely remember his time in Hell? He'd definitely come out the otherside with a couple of abilities, if not memories. So, May might have smelled old, but she didn't smell evil-old in the way that he knew to associate old with. She also didn't smell vampire-old, like Daniel did. So her old was a new brand. It was old in the way that some forests could be, but more. Rory could smell traces of it, of her, around the houseā¦ but this? This was the first time that they'd really hung out, and he was noticing her scent more with every moment. He was still hungover and in a partially attentive Rory-mode
He still wasn't that good when he was hungover and standing as a man, but he knew enough to know. It answered a question too, about how the dog had known to come to this spot. He must have been looking for old and for magic, and for reliable. Whatever the fucking case, the both of them knew, at this point, that the other was fuck all, just not human.]
What, you want me out? [Bristling and just Isle enough to irritated by the fact, his nostrils flared when Rory stood back from the table.] Because if you want me gone, I'll be gone for ya. I'm holding you back, am I? Got some hot stud you want to be trotting around these parts?
[He made a scoff at her last line of questioning, tossing his mug of tea down onto the table with such lack of care that it tipped and spilled.]