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Jaime Elizabeth Davies ([info]finder) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-08-21 13:20:00

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Entry tags:!log, balthazar blake, jaime davies

Movin' on in
Who: Jaime, Balthazar
What: moving in
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Arcana Cabana
Rating: Low-ish. Again, mentions of sex.
Status: Complete




It was weird on so many levels. Oh sure, she'd played it off as just spending some time in the city to see how she liked it, but she was pretty sure this was the start of her moving to the city and moving away from the mansion. She could always go back, and everyone there had the phone number of the shop, and it was only an hour away, give or take, so it wasn't like she was trekking out to Siberia or China or something like that. She was nearby, and they were all welcome to visit.

Well, visit the city. She really had no intention of parading everyone and their cousin through the shop. Unless they were planning on buying something. That was a whole different kettle of fish.

Mostly, she'd just been interested in sliding out of Westchester with as little drama as possible. Well, that, and escaping the well-intentioned lectures about staying safe. She wasn't an idiot, and she knew she'd have to continue to be careful. Moreso, since she was now closer to the main event, such as it was. She wasn't honestly worried though, and she wondered how much of that was the lingering arrogance of youth. She knew what could happen. She'd been there, and she wasn't eager to go back there again. So she was just a normal girl working at a curio shop.

Jaime stepped down off the bus, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder. She'd left a lot of her decorative stuff back in her room at the mansion; she wouldn't consider herself officially moved until she'd emptied out that room. So for now, she was still technically living at the mansion while spending some time with a friend in the city while she considered her options. Such was her story and she was sticking to it.

Shoving her free hand into her pocket, Jaime started to walk toward the shop. She did wonder how weird it was going to be, at least at first, but she guessed they'd adjust quick enough to each other's habits and patterns and moods and whatever else needed acclimating to. If she could live comfortably with the variety of people she'd been living with, adjusting to the quirks of an eccentric old man shouldn't be that hard.

Once she reached her destination, she opened the door and let herself in. She bit at her upper lip as she looked around. She tried to think of this place as 'home' and just started to giggle at the idea of it.


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[info]the_sorcerer
2011-08-21 10:39 pm UTC (link)
The shop did look significantly cleaner than when she saw it last. Well, it looked less dusty, at least. It still had a somewhat cluttered appearance to someone who didn't share Balthazar's particular sense of organized chaos. It suited him, though, and that was all he was ever concerned about when it came to the store.

When he heard the bell go off that meant someone had entered the shop, he assumed it was Jaime. Not many people just randomly dropped in on Sunday afternoons, but he had been surprised before. Of course, this time he was right, but as he came downstairs, he could have sworn it sounded like she was giggling at something.

Arching a brow, he regarded her curiously as he made his way through the store to close some of the distance between them. "Want me to take your bag or do you think you can manage not to break along the way?" He asked doubtfully.

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[info]finder
2011-08-22 12:29 am UTC (link)
"Are you trying to imply I'm a klutz?" Her brows arched before she exhaled an exaggerated sigh. "I ... would make some show of banging around the place but I probably would break something then." She eyed the clutter (though she was sure he had some sort of method of organization that she'd learn -- and then change) before she shifted her attention back to him. "Though maybe for the first week or so you should use a trail of tape along the floor to point out acceptable paths through the merchandise on display," she teased him.

Still, she eased her bag off her shoulder to hold it in front of her so that she wouldn't accidentally manage to hit something when she turned or whatever. With her luck, she just might. With her arms wrapped around it, she grinned up to him. "Lead on. Unless you've changed your mind. 'cause I can just head back now if you have cold feet or something."

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[info]the_sorcerer
2011-08-22 04:24 am UTC (link)
"I didn't mean to imply. I meant to accuse outright," he replied without missing a beat. Okay, he didn't truly think she was a klutz, but walking through his store with a bag over your shoulder was tricky and he didn't want to start off this arrangement with broken merchandise.

Taking the bag from her, he led her towards the back of the shop where the stairs would take them to the apartment on the next floor. He assumed that taking the lead would be enough of a sign that he hadn't changed his mind and he decided he wouldn't tease just yet about that. Maybe later.

"So is it safe to assume you didn't steal away in the middle of the night and I won't be receiving any angry phone calls about corrupting you?" Balthazar asked, tilting his head back to glance over his shoulder at her before starting up the stairs.

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[info]finder
2011-08-22 04:32 am UTC (link)
Jaime made a face at him, then scowled when he stole her bag anyway. "Hey, I was holding that," she protested as she started along after him. She tucked her hands into her pockets as they went along, though she did keep an eye on what path seemed to be the best to get to the stairs without incident.

"I didn't sneak out. I may have fibbed a little about ... what this actually was." Jaime inhaled before heaving a sigh. "I told them we were lovers and you'd swayed me to live with you with your old man wiles," she teased him before she laughed quietly. "I did ... tell them this was a temporary thing, and I was just trying out living in the city. They do have your number, and I imagine at least one of them will ... call. At some point. Just to check in and make sure you're actually looking out for me and I didn't just use you as my excuse like kids do. You know, Jimmy says he's staying over at Bobby's while Bobby says he's staying over at Jimmy's but really they're both spending the night in the graveyard next to the insane asylum." She paused a beat. "By the way, if they call, I was here the whole time."

She really had no desire to put him in that position, but she also didn't think he would ever be in that position. Besides, it wasn't like Charles couldn't just peek and oh, there she was.

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[info]the_sorcerer
2011-08-23 01:16 am UTC (link)
"Oh. I thought you were offering it to me," he replied with feigned innocence. It was never something he was very good at feigning; all it really did was make him seem even more guilty than he had in the first place. However, even if he'd been able to pull off innocence convincingly, he didn't think Jaime would believe it.

She surprised a laugh out of him with her story about them being lovers, but he had wondered if people might think that. They were an unlikely pair of friends and if people didn't assume she was his daughter, he figured lovers was the next logical assumption.

"Don't worry. I'll be sure to confirm that we're sleeping together when they call to check on you," he promised as he lead her into his apartment and then began to give her a brief tour on the way to the guest room, pointing out the kitchen and the bathroom.

"And here's your room. It should be clean," he informed her, moving inside it to set down her dufflebag next to the bed. He'd actually gone out and bought new sheets for her since he couldn't even remember the last time someone had used the guest room.

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[info]finder
2011-08-23 01:34 am UTC (link)
"I will be sure to keep that in mind in the future. That you read me clinging to something as offering it to you. It'll come in handy, and then just think how much fun opposite day will be." She really didn't mind, but it was kind of amusing, him trying to be a gentleman or whatever he was doing.

She did grin when he laughed; she was always ridiculously pleased when she got genuine reactions out of him. It meant she'd managed to surprise him, and that was never a bad thing in her book. "What, like you've never thought about it?" She teased. She hadn't, honestly. He was ... Balthazar. Thus the lack of worry about awkward sexual tension while living here.

She laughed herself when he continued the joke. "I'd be careful with that," she cautioned playfully. "They might sic someone on you if they think you're corrupting me." Though honestly, given her general weekendly activities, she was pretty well corrupted as it was, and she didn't think her preferred activities were exactly a secret.

"Should be clean? So ... the one clean thing in the shop?" She peered inside before following him in. "What about your room? Is it as bad as downstairs?"

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[info]the_sorcerer
2011-08-23 05:27 am UTC (link)
There were a couple reasons he had never really thought about it. Even discounting the fact that he was an immortal sorcerer, that area of his life was extremely complicated and he wasn't really looking to complicate it with one of the few people he considered a friend. So he gave her a look she was surely used to receiving by now, amusement dancing in his eyes along with it.

"I'm always careful," he assured her before glancing around the room when she mentioned it being the only clean room in the house.

With practiced ease, he immediately looked shocked that she might even hint that downstairs was bad. "I work very hard to keep my room and downstairs in excellent condition. Are you suggesting otherwise?"

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[info]finder
2011-08-23 01:51 pm UTC (link)
Jaime stuck out her tongue at his look, though she grinned all the same. "Yes, yes. Always careful. It's how you've survived this long," she added before she moved to flop down onto the bed. She wiggled around on it to make sure it was comfortable enough. It wasn't her mattress at home, and she figured the first couple of nights were going to be weird and restless as she acclimated to the feel of the new place, but it wasn't bad.

"Well," she began as she stilled and fixed her pale blue eyes on him. "I ... don't know what to say to that. I guess organized clutter is ... still clutter." She grinned up to him. She was kind of curious if his room was the same organized chaos that downstairs was, but she also wasn't quite rude enough to push for an invitation to his personal space. If he wanted her to see his room, he'd show it to her.

"Actually, I bet your room is completely spartan 'cause everything interesting is downstairs. You just have a bed and some books and your clothes and stuff," she decided with a nod.

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[info]the_sorcerer
2011-08-23 10:41 pm UTC (link)
He leaned back against the nearest wall, regarding her with some amusement. He could have sat down on the chair that was in the room, he supposed, but he wasn't sure how long she would want his company. She might want to chase him away and start getting her room in order.

"If by some books you mean a lot of books, you'd be mostly correct, actually." His room was actually pretty neat compared to the store, though that was mostly because he didn't spend too much time in there except to go to sleep and sometimes read.

"Are there any specific grocery type items you might want? Or are we going to brave shopping together?" He asked as if that was a scarier prospect than it really was. His kitchen was nicely stocked, but who knew if it was full of things she would actually eat.

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[info]finder
2011-08-24 01:51 am UTC (link)
“That’s exactly what I meant,” Jaime agreed when he admitted to having a lot of books in his room. She’d figured as much though … him and his books. She stretched her arms above her head before lifting her head and crossing her arms under her head like a pillow.

She hadn’t honestly even considered grocery shopping, and she tried to imagine shopping with him. It was enough to make her almost spasm with repressed laughter. Him, in his coat and his hat, pushing a cart along. Sure, he had to grocery shop like everyone else -- she just couldn’t imagine it.

Moving one hand to cover her mouth, Jaime shook her head. When she’d managed to calm enough to talk without laughing, she lowered her hand. “You know, honestly, I now have hilarious mental images and if we tried to grocery shop together, these images would keep coming up, and I would just start laughing. So in the interest of not embarrassing you, I’ll do my own shopping. At least for a little while.” She paused. “Just … for the sake of my imagination … do you go out in the coat and the hat? Because that’s the image I’ve got, and I just can’t see you doing … normal, domestic things.”

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[info]the_sorcerer
2011-08-24 02:59 am UTC (link)
He watched her with vague amusement when it looked like she was on the verge of laughter, but he didn't know what she was fighting so hard not to laugh at. When she explained, he still didn't get it until she asked if he went shopping in his hat and coat. Then he fixed her with a look and just managed to repress rolling his eyes.

"What else would I go out in?" He asked, brows raised. "Sometimes I leave the coat at home in the summer, though," he admitted with a shrug. It was a very warm coat.

Trying to keep a stern expression on his face, he regarded her, curious if that would make her give into the laughter she was fighting off.

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[info]finder
2011-08-24 03:08 am UTC (link)
She bit down on her lower lip, snorting before she gave up and just giggled. She knew it was just ... the whole giddy rush of having moved out of the mansion and moved in with an eccentric old man, but there still was something about the idea of him shopping in his coat -- and then how he said he left it at home in the summers.

"But what about ... the freezer section? I mean, wouldn't you want it then, even in summer?" She giggle-snorted again before she rolled onto her side. "Sorry. I know ... it's ... you're just a guy and you shop, and ... I just. I don't know. Something about the idea of you reading the ingredients list off a box of crackers or something. That's funny, right?"

She exhaled a giggly sigh before she shook her head. "Sorry. This is just a lot of new concepts flooding my little brain. It'll take a few days and then I'll be fine."

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[info]the_sorcerer
2011-08-24 08:24 pm UTC (link)
He let the feigned expression of annoyance fall from his face and for a moment he looked genuinely baffled. "Do people actually read the ingredients list for a box of crackers?" Well, maybe if people had allergies, but he'd just never worried much about what was in crackers and it seemed like a random thing for her to decide he was going to read the ingredients from.

Shaking his head lightly, he smiled slightly. "Should I list off all the domestic things I do now so you can get all the giggling out of your system?" He offered generously, more amused by the whole situation than he should have been.

He could see how it might be funny to her to imagine him shopping and doing laundry, so he didn't blame her really.

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[info]finder
2011-08-25 03:21 am UTC (link)
Jaime was thrown by the apparently serious question, and the fact that she actually took a moment to consider it made the situation even funnier. “I don’t … probably, somewhere. Yeah. Not you,” she added with a grin. “Obviously.”

She nodded to his suggestion. “Honestly, yes? Because I’ll think I’ve got them all and then you’ll say something like, ‘I’m running down to the corner for some milk, do you need anything?’ and then I’ll just bust up laughing again.

“You know. At least for the first few days. So yeah, things that I don’t think about guys doing, like shopping and laundry and … I don’t know. Do you have plants kicking around somewhere that you tend to? I should hear about this all up front,” she assured him. Really, it just made sense because who else was going to do this stuff that still needed to be done? Magical or not, he was just one guy who had to wash clothes and clean and shop, just like everyone else.

Jaime eyed him. “I bet you put your pants on one leg at a time just like everyone else, don’t you?” She adopted her best shocked expression, which was remarkably difficult given how very, very amused she was.

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[info]the_sorcerer
2011-08-25 08:32 pm UTC (link)
He was also even more amused when she answered his question seriously -- even though he had asked it out of genuine curiosity; it was sort of a ridiculous question no matter how he looked at it. Shaking his head lightly, he grinned at the entire situation.

"You're wrong about that one, but I'm not going to share my special pants putting on ritual," he replied, somehow managing not to make a face at himself because that just sounded absurd. It was becoming harder not to laugh though especially when Jaime tried to look shocked; she would obviously need to work on schooling her expressions, but to be fair, he'd had a lot more time to practice than she had.

"I've also decided I'm not going to give you a list. I'd rather just inform you I'm going to do something and see if you find it hysterical or not," because that sounded like it would be a fun game, at least until the newness wore off and she stopped being amused that he did every day things.

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[info]finder
2011-08-26 01:09 am UTC (link)
“Oh, geeze. Now there’s a ritual? Is there a special shirt buttoning ritual too?” She prompted with a grin. She had to grin at how completely and utterly absurd they were being, but she chalked it up to the newness of it all. Soon enough they’d be settled in and comfortable with each other’s presences, and then move on to sniping about who’d put the nearly-empty juice carton back in the fridge.

She laughed aloud when he said he wasn’t going to give her a list. “Fine, fine. It’s your funeral,” she pointed out. “Or … you know. Your ears that have to put up with my bursts of spontaneous laughter when you mention something utterly mundane.

“Just for kicks, you should thrown in an occasional ‘I’m going to go raise a demon’ or something so I don’t think you’re just some normal guy who dresses weird,” she teased. Not that she really thought he raised demons, and boy did she ever hope he didn’t, but it was the first thing that had come to mind.

Shaking her head, Jaime made a ‘shoo’ gesture to him. If she kept him here much longer, she’d just wind up laughing herself sick and her bag would never get unpacked and her room would never get personalized.

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[info]the_sorcerer
2011-08-26 01:16 am UTC (link)
Balthazar paused for a beat and blew out a disappointed sigh, "I didn't think you knew about the demon raising I did. So much for that surprise," he shook his head before allowing a wry grin to touch his lips.

He arched a brow when she dismissed him with a gesture, but he decided not to fight it and instead just shook his head once more before he turned to leave her room. "Welcome to the madness," he called over his shoulder before letting himself out, pulling her door shut behind him.

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