Re: [B&B: Nish & Atticus & Aiden]
Nish had missed the whole portal light show, one of the very few perks of biting the dust, a first row seat to reality folding itself to make room for a portal. Aiden didn’t even have to cut into his flesh, the small incision in his thumb still bleeding lazily from sending Gladys over. Once the soul had passed over into presumably the afterlife, the reaper closed it with a flick of his hand, igniting the blood he had drawn it in. Signed, sealed and sent away. His work was done.
Except, it wasn’t. There was an upset woman to… console and a passed out seer face first on a desk. Now Aiden wasn’t a doctor, as far as he remembered he had never been one either, so his only clue to Atticus not being dead was that he wasn’t dead. Not on his list, not shedding his soul, ergo still very much alive. He could conclude that without touching the man. The Columbo among reapers.
“He said he just required rest.” Aiden focused on the woman again, willing her to see him, therefore making the whole process somewhat easier on her eyes again. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t start bleeding or implode, never happened before, according to his data. “Do you know where he does that?” After a short pause, he did remember that some things needed some explaining after all. “I can move him there.”
It took some maneuvering to get the seer up and into his arms, especially since Aiden had opted to carry him ‘bridal’ and not ‘wet sack of potatoes’ style. He got into Nish’s space a little to gently manhandle the passed out man into his arms, one arm curled around the bend of the knees, Aiden just lifted him up from his squatting position, the reaper’s other arm securing the not quite dead weight’s shoulders. Dying while in peak physical condition had it’s advantages, not that they were many. Looking good for a dead bitch usually didn’t avail to much, but a certain muscle definition made hauling around unconscious people a lot easier.