Roman (touchofsilver) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-01 20:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, koa ka'uhane, player: mena, player: mj, roman etana ka'uhane, zjames byrne |
Good People
23rd Feb
Roman Etana Ka'uhane ✦ James Byrne ✦ Koa Etana Ka'uhane
Magical healing Low Complete |
Roman was honestly so relieved and so grateful to James for his offer to help Koa especially as he couldn’t. Which sucked by the way. He’d always been able to help Koa with pretty much everything in his life but on this occasion he couldn’t do anything and he was not so proud that he couldn’t reach out for help. He thought going to James might help ease the initial introductions as Koa being a wolf was and could be very territorial over the house he’d grown up in and Roman didn’t want this first meeting to be a complete disaster especially as James was helping Koa. Roman parked up outside of James’ then walked around to help Koa out of the car, taking most of the wolf’s weight so he didn’t aggravate the wound even further. “C’mon,” he encouraged as he set them off towards the front door where he stopped and knocked. Koa wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about being taken to someone’s house like a toddler but at the same time as he stood waiting for the door to be opened he couldn’t help the slight surge of excitement at meeting someone new. And also food. Mostly the food, if he was honest. “Don’t embarrass me,” he grumbled lightly knowing full well that it was a distinct possibility even after the request. At least Roman’s brand of embarrassing-dad was easy to swallow. Not like some. Tilting his head, he heard the sound of a dog on the other side of the door - sweet, the guy had a pet - and of movement. He’d secured his hair back with a band so it was braided, flopped over his shoulder, and he pushed it backwards, trying to take his own weight so he wasn’t leaning on his dad so much. First impressions, and all. Call him crazy, but James was pretty certain that any relative of Roman's would have just as big of an appetite as his favourite draconic dog walker - so when he said that he'd be bringing his injured lad by, James began to prepare. He'd just taken a gigantic baking sheet of ham and cheese sliders (the secret was in the Worcestershire sauce, and it was always fun to try to say Worcestershire three times fast) from the oven, and had been working on a vat's worth of Italian sausage and tortellini soup anyway, meant to last the week (he'd even left out the artichokes - you're welcome, Roman); he let everything simmer and permeate the kitchen with delicious smells while he bottled and corked those healing potions. They weren't too complicated - roots with long names, bark, a butterfly wing here and there. You had to add the ingredients in the exact order as the spell required, or else risk something disastrous like an explosion, but he'd been doing them often enough that he had everything he needed in his house's magic lair that it didn't require a trip to the chemist in town. Then he went to answer the door, upon hearing the knock. "Come on in," James greeted his guests, iceberg eyes doing a quick assessment of Roman's...son? His leg, actually, and it didn't look awful. "I'm James, this is Prince - " The dog was already happily sniffing and snuffing, eager to meet someone new. Roman he already was acquainted with, clearly. "And he's quite excited, as you can tell." The moment the door opened Roman was greeted with the very delicious smells coming from James’ kitchen. The man could really cook amongst other things. “Hey,” he greeted with a warm smile as he helped Koa into the house and then let him go so he could say hello to Prince. “Thanks again for this,” Roman said to James. “I really do appreciate it.” And he did mean that. Koa was really important to him and James being so willing to help him was not something the dragon would soon forget. And he would definitely show his appreciation in some shape or form. “Whatever you’re cooking, by the way, smells great.” Koa felt his leg groaning as he crouched down to fuss the excited dog, effectively parking himself in the hall on the floor as he paid attention to Prince, starting to regret wearing jeans to wander over to the guy’s house. He’d been completely - and totally - distracted by the dog so glanced up after a moment and offered James a sheepish grin. “Nice to meet you, James.” Carefully he got to his feet and sniffed the air. “Your house smells amazing, man, is that lunch?” He turned on the spot, rubbing at his thigh and then grumbling to himself because his fingers were pretty much better but they were still a little sensitive. “Uh- and thanks for agreeing to help me out. Waiting for shit to heal is boring.” “Aye, that’s lunch,” James confirmed with a throaty chuckle, before giving Roman’s shoulder a pat and squeeze. He really didn’t owe the witch but, on the contrary, James knew how it felt to be indebted and he would have done his best to even things out as well - it was just in his nature, like with many others. “And it’s no trouble, I’m sure you’ve got things to do and don’t want to be laid up with an injury. But injury aside, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He was going to guess that the lad was a werewolf - not many species were harmed by silver (the fae tended to burn if touched by iron, he thought), just vampires and werewolves. Since it was daytime, well, that ruled out the fangy aspect. Prince was thrilled to get all this attention - and happy to give Koa some slobbery smooches before James gently shooed him off. “Come have a seat in the dining room. I’d also drink the potion first, it goes best with a meal anyway. Beer?” he asked Roman, since none of them likely gave any fucks about day drinking. “Or did you want something else?” Roman shot James a further smile before he squeezed the wrist attached to the hand that had patted and squeezed his shoulder. “A beer would be great,” he affirmed with a nod. Maybe he’d wait to do the hard drinking until he was certain that Koa was going to be okay and he didn’t need to keep such a vigilant eye on him. What? Koa might be grown but Roman was still very much his dad. He watched with some amusement as Prince whined as he was shooed off and clearly not happy about it. “Yeah, a beer would be good, please. Does the potion taste gross?” A lot of things did, including - maybe especially - vegetables. He trailed after Roman and James, distracted only a little by bits and pieces in the hall, but he did land heavily in one of the chairs in the dining room, legs stretched out in front of him. And despite the dog having been shooed away, Koa clicked his tongue to summon him back over. Dogs made literally everything better. As if on cue, his stomach rumbled as well and he glanced up at James and Roman with a sheepish smile. “I did eat earlier,” he tried to protest, though really he’d been tempted out of the house by the promise of food. “It’s just been a long couple days.” James procured three beers (Spitting Llama, in fact, what he’d brought Roman before) from the fridge, the tops plinking off on the counter after he’d grabbed the bottle opener. “I wouldn’t say the potion tastes gross - “ Though apparently the phrase ‘like father, like son’ applied when it came to the disdain for vegetables, which James found entertaining, “...it tastes more like wheat. Or something earthy.” Which made sense, as many of the ingredients came from the earth itself. It wasn’t ambrosia, but if you knocked it back and didn’t think about it much, it was fine. “It’s fast-acting though, and a bit tingly - that part helps with the pain from your injury,” he said as he ladled soup into bowls, ham and cheese on plates. Though he had everything set up on the counter, buffet-style, and if at any point they wanted seconds or thirds or sevenths, it was all easily accessible. Prince, aye, that pup was happy as a clam at being allowed to bond with Koa some more. “I’ve had your father over for dinner a few times, I’m used to the stomach grumbles,” he laughed a little. “Please, help yourselves.” “Just hold your nose and knock it back,” Roman advised as he picked up his beer and grabbed one for Koa as well as a healthy amount of the selection of food available so Koa wouldn’t have to get up on his injured leg. He took a sip of his drink before returning to the kitchen where he helped himself to a slice of ham, popping it into his mouth and chewing. The sooner Koa got better the sooner Roman would be able to relax. “And you’re not wrong there,” he directed to James with a grin as he patted his stomach. Koa reached out to pick up the container that was sitting on the table, eyeing it suspiciously. It smelt like pond. And grass. He looked at James, and then at his father before he knocked it back, feeling it slide down his throat. It tasted just as gross as he was expecting and held his hand out, wiggling his fingers for the beer that Roman already had in his hands. It was passed over and he took a few long pulls of it to try and wash away the taste. He might later admit that he was being melodramatic. But it tasted gross. He grumbled something under his breath and then looked up at James once more. “How long ‘fore it kicks in?” he asked, pulling a face as he tasted the potion on the edge of his tongue once again. There, see, that wasn’t so bad? James just had to chuckle a little, casting an amused glance at Roman - as if to say ‘your lad would also die before he ate a salad, wouldn’t he?’ But alas. “The pain relief should be instantaneous,” he said, taking a seat at the table as well. Prince sat politely too, ears bouncing up, head tilted. Hoping for handouts, no doubt. The scamp that he was. “The healing - give it a half hour or so. Then you should be right as rain.” It was admittedly different for everyone, but James had confidence in his skills at brewing potions - he’d practised a lot, when he was with the coven in Brooklyn. “What happened with the silver, anyway?” he asked, taking a swig of beer. “Were you attacked?” Roman caught the look that James was giving him and feigned blissful ignorance and innocence because hey vegetables were gross and nothing was changing his or Koa’s minds on that anytime soon. He rounded back on the table, reaching out to squeeze Koa’s shoulder before he dropped an affectionate kiss on the wolf’s temple as he settled into a chair beside him. Roman could have answered for Koa but it wasn’t his story to tell so he just took a swig of his beer and leaned back into his chair to make himself comfortable. And maybe just maybe he gave Prince a bit of ham. Koa leaned to the side as he got casual affection from Roman, shifting uncomfortably at the question. He stuffed his face with food, chewing on it and using it as a delay so that he didn’t have to answer. When he finished his mouthful, realising that eyes were still on him and, in fact, that his leg had stopped hurting, he shrugged his shoulders, copied Roman in giving Prince a bit of food off his plate before he cleared his throat. “Uh- kinda? I mean, wrong place wrong time sorta thing. They were a hunting party, guess there was a werewolf around normally or something, I didn’t see or smell anyone else but then I don’t remember anything that came between being shot and waking up to try and dig the bullet outta my leg.” It wasn’t strictly true that he didn’t remember anything, but what he did remember he didn’t want to talk about. “So yeah, dug it outta my leg, threw it on the floor and then got on a plane home.” Of course Roman gave Prince some of that ham - James just looked fondly exasperated at his favourite dragon. He didn’t say anything though, merely quirked a brow as he listened to Koa’s tale of injury - well, and at the very least, he was glad that the food seemed to be enjoyed. A healing potion really did go best with a meal, and besides, a good meal always had a healing effect unto its own. “Hunters,” he snorted. “Whatever happened to them - it sounds like they had it coming.” He wouldn’t ask for detail about what was done with the bodies. Shooting at a werewolf didn’t always end well for the one with the gun - they were strong, dangerous creatures and couldn’t be blamed for defending themselves. Humans never learned, it seemed. But anyway. “Well, I do hope you feel better soon, lad. You’re welcome here anytime - I keep a supply of potions on hand and a supply of food.” Good thing he did, since he surrounded himself with people who had hearty appetites. Roman reached across and clapped his hand on Koa’s shoulder, squeezing firmly. Koa had done the only thing he could have done in response to a threat on his life and Roman wouldn’t have done anything different if it had been him in that position. “They definitely had it coming,” he assured both James and Koa though Koa got more of a pointed look as Roman communicated without words that it was okay. He grinned over at James. “Careful, James, you may never get rid of us.” Not that Roman thought that was a bad thing, neither he or Koa were bad company or so he liked to think. And James, well, he was good people and he was very glad he had the witch in his life. |