Hanna just missed your heart. (adapt_or_die) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-02-24 13:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, aphrodite, gabriel, hanna |
Who: Hanna, Gabriel & Aphrodite
What: Waiting out the ash clouds
When: 2/20
Where: Dite’s place
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
It took a little longer to get a focus on Hanna than Dite thought it would. There was a lot of distortion, something she had never encountered before when she willed herself to look for something. She blamed it mostly on the volcano and general OC weirdness messing with her ‘godly-wifi’. She was even having a hard time picking up Percy though all the mess and static and he was her own blood and so stood out to her like a beacon. But after a little bit of meditating, attempting to be patient while cursing under her breath, and getting to the highest point in the house without having to go outside she was finally able to find the library and the girl.
There was something about being nice that appealed to her. The Aphrodite of her dreams wasn’t exactly evil, but she could be cruel just as easily as she could be benevolent. Angel, the name she used to have but now rarely used, she had been softer than Aphrodite. Likely because she had a real childhood and spent twenty five years not getting everything she wanted when she wanted it. Angel was more grounded and even while she had mostly given way to Dite she tried to hang on to that kindness and desire to good. That good just happened to be taking in the poor, sweet little teenage girl who confessed to not having a real place to stay or a family to look after her.
Locked on Hanna now she willed the girl to appear with all her things in the sitting room next to the end table closest to the glass doors that led out to one of the patios overlooking the ocean, now dark thanks to the ash cloud. The girl wouldn’t have felt anything, Dite’s touch when it came to her power was always gentle, almost loving when she moved people. They often wouldn’t know they had been moved over great distances until their brains could process that the scenery had changed and the slight, tingling warmth had left them. Dite herself chose to stand and move closer to Hanna when she appeared even though she too could have popped anywhere she wanted in the room faster than she could walk.
“Hello, Sweetie, was your trip alright?” She asked, knowing full well it was but it was the right thing to say in such situations. She pushed up the sleeves of her, surprisingly casual, outfit and offered the girl a smile. “You hungry?”
Hanna had a duffel bag and little else to her possession. Her hoodie was threadworn and there were holes in her jeans and her sneakers, but she was relatively clean. As long as she had the file on Neena Thurman and the books she'd taken when she'd ran away from home. She blinked her eyes and when she opened them she was standing in a gorgeous room filled with white furniture. She looked around, feeling at once like she didn't belong. But it was beautiful and that was okay.
The blonde with such curly hair bounced on her heels, then stared at the most absolutely pretty woman she'd ever seen. "...Hi....I'm Hanna."
Dite positively beamed. The poor little thing looked like she needed a bath and some new clothes, maybe a few good meals too, but she was absolutely adorable. Dite didn’t even mind the staring, though she had been stared at since her pageant years so she was more than used to that, and from this girl who looked so deprived she had half expected it. It was growing all the more common anyway when she used her powers, benefits of being a goddess she supposed, instant and heartwarming adoration. “Hello Hanna, it’s very nice to finally meet you in person. We’ve had some very nice talks online, haven’t we? It’s only fitting you came for a visit after all that. It’s what friends do.”
Dite was so pretty and Hanna might have been gaping a little bit, her cheeks reddening. She wasn't sure what else to say, so blurted out, "You are very pretty." Her accent was east German and despite her blushing demeanor she was observing the room with an eye for detail, as though she needed to know every square inch of movable space.
She held out her hand, politely. "I'm happy to meet you."
"She is pretty," Gabriel made an entrance without really making an entrance at all. It was sort of his thing. Well. One of his things. He had a lot of things. He was just that kinda dude. Archangel. Archangel dude.
A well behaved one, currently. With a dog in tow. Marco Polo was settled down onto the floor and the little jack russell happily ran over to go investigate, his little doggy nails clicking happily against the floor as he ran.
Marco was, admittedly, a little chunky. Maybe he could use a little more running exercise. “The prettiest, even. I brought candy. Hiya!" No, he didn't know the girl. No, it didn't make him less cheerful or friendly, even if he'd had to make up a new game for the evening.
Her mouth opened but the words died in her throat when the archangel appeared. That was Gabe all over. She wouldn’t blame him for it, it was exactly the same way she had started appearing before other people now that she had the ability. It still, and likely always would, make her smile so she didn’t mind being nearly interrupted. “See, you tell a woman she’s pretty and you bring her candy and you don’t even need the apocalypse outside to keep her entertained.”
The girl seemed jumpy enough already so she took Hanna’s hand in both of hers. “It’s alright, little dove, that’s Gabriel. He’s a very nice man, you could even say he’s an angel. And that’s Marco Polo,” she nodded at the little dog, doing her best not to scoop him up into her arms right away and talk baby talk to him in her normally hidden Texas accent. “He’s a good boy too.”
Hanna eyed the newcomer with suspicion. She'd barely come to terms with what Dite had done and now someone else had come in? She gave him an eye, but he seemed harmless and said funny things so she'd give him a pass, for the most part. But then her father had lied to her her whole life so she had some trust issues. Then the woman was holding her hand and she forgot to be suspicious about anything. "If you are sayings they are good boys, then they are good boys."
She looked over at the terrier. "Jack Russell Terriers typically weight thirteen to seventeens pounds and have a life span of twelve to fourteens years. They stand fourteens inches a the shoulder."
It sounded like she was reciting a fact sheet she'd read once, and had been taught to relay information.
Gabriel winked at Dite, all kinds of amused even as he followed after Marco. Marco was, of course, a leader among men. He also seemed to really love Dite, as well as anyone else who looked like they might offer him a pet or a treat or (holy crap!) both. By those standards, the little dog already loved Hanna.
"We're definitely good boys," he agreed, handing Dite a cellophane bag of square marshmallows, and disappearing the rest of the things in his arms to Somewhere Else. They'd turn up again eventually.
"Right," he agreed of the information being given - maybe he was a bit over seventeen pounds. Whoops. "Marco's about seven now. Do you like dogs, kiddo?"
Dite opened the bag right away and deeply inhaled the smell of the homemade marshmallows. They were homemade in the sense that Gabe had probably made them at his place, but in every other sense they were professionally made. Gabe was a professional, a very, very talented professional. So of course they smelled amazing and she would have been perfectly happy to eat them all right there. But sharing was caring after all so she managed to limit herself to one, popping it into her mouth, “Mmmmm. Amazing as always, Candyman. I really do need to come by your shop more often.”
She made kissing noises at Marco and bent over to rub his head and scratch behind his ears, holding the bag out to Hanna if she wanted a marshmallow. She managed to hold the accent back but the babytalk was unstoppable, “Aww, who’s a good boy. Yes. You are. Yes, you are. You’re a handsome, handsome boy. Have you been a good boy for daddy?”
"You make candy?" Hanna revised her opinion upward, as anyone who made candy was automatically 100% more amazing. She took a marshmallow gingerly. Dite was letting her stay here but sharing her marshmallows was somehow too much? They were marshmallows.
She watched a grown woman reduced to baby talk at a dog and wondered at that. It wasn't the first time she'd seen that and every time it was confusing and a little frightening.
"I like dogs. We had a Mastiff when I was youngers. I used to ride him."
It was amazingly difficult not responding the the baby talk for Marco. Really. Difficult. But Gabe was an upstanding citizen or something and instead let out a frenetic little chuckle and stuck his hands into the pockets of his jeans, rocked back onto the heels of his bright red Converse. It was only clear that Marco did not appreciate his restraint.
"Oh yeah," he said. "It's a noble occupation. I take it very seriously. There's an oath." There wasn't an oath. But he did take it seriously. Or as seriously as he took anything, anyway.
"You know. I always wanted to do that when I was little. But with a tortoise." A pause. "Or a stegosaurus."
“Where would you sit on a stegosaurus?” she asked standing straight again and taking another marshmallow because they were every bit as wonderful as Gabe claimed they would be. The fact that she asked about seating instead of where he expected to find one this day and age was likely a testament to how mundane the strange and unusual had become for her since she moved to Laguna Beach. Even before her power started manifesting there had been the weird things going on, like the time she lost the ability to speak for no reason at all. After that nothing really surprised her when it came to that sort of thing.
“But yeah, he’s serious. Has his own shop and everything, makes the best candy and chocolate and everything else… pretty much ever. And that’s not me being nice because he’s standing right there, it’s the honest truth. I swear to his dad.” She tried not to smile at her own jokes, she swore, but everything angel related, even if it came from her, was gold. Holding it in was likely bad for her anyway. “Oh, right. Are you hungry, sweetheart? I do have all kinds of food and like pallets of Pellegrino.”
"I was very small and he was very large," Hanna clarified. She smiled easily when she was comfortable around people, so it was a good sign that she was smiling. She turned towards the super pretty lady again. "You'd sit between the plates. Lean backs against one and hold onto the others."
She must have given this some thought, herself. "Is there really an oath? I would likes to hear this oath."
Switching gears again, Hanna tucked some hair behind her ear and nodded shyly at Dite. "I'm a little hungry.”
"Dad appreciates it," he told Dite cheekily before turning on his heel to wander around until he found the kitchen. He didn't really tend to explore much when he visited, for reasons that were deeply personal and not really all that flawed. Still, there was a part of him that was possibly unhealthily interested in what the kitchen set up would be like. Gabe was not at all secretly a kitchen domestic and threw tiny little fits of envious rage and profound joy in other people's kitchens.
"And obviously she's right. You ride between the plates. If you're little enough, or the steggy is big enough, it's no probalo." It was only too easy to throw out a wink - not even to either of them in particular. "And it's a secret oath, I'm afraid I can only pass it on at death--holy shit this kitchen is unreal." It starts.
When Gabe took off for the kitchen she slipped her hand into Hanna’s, entwining their fingers and gently leading the girl down the short hall into her kitchen that the archangel was already fawning over. She wasn’t at all surprised, he seemed like a man who appreciated a nice kitchen, and hers was very nice. Top of the line appliances, a nice big range, had a nice-sized wine cooler in the island, the resort really hadn’t spared any expense when they built the place and it went a long way to justify the price of the house. Dite had gone for the upgrades too, and had let her PA at the time pick out all the newest and coolest gadgets and small appliances that for the most part were collecting dust.
Dite could microwave, maybe fry an egg if she had to, but she had more talent mixing drinks and she had a whole other room for that.
She let go of Hanna’s hand and moved to what she called her dinning room, clicking her tongue as she pulled the drapes shut. “I got this place for the view too. Shame.” glancing back at Gabe she smirked, “There’s more to drool over in the cabinets. I think I might even have a double boiler somewhere. You thinking about moving in?”
This entire house was unreal. It was gigantic and pristine and gorgeous, but it felt sterile to Hanna. Like it wasn't lived in nearly enough. She squeezed Aphrodite's hand, like she was trying to reassure Dite that it was okay if the house wasn't lived in enough. "Is it really a volcanoes?" Give her half a breath and she'd start reciting facts about volcanoes - her most dogearred books were the ones on astronomy and the natural world. Her father had encouraged her to read and learn, even if she'd only had a few friends. She had been much less isolated in the waking world than the dream world.
She didn't want to think about the dream world, so she didn't.
"You should move in," She suggested. "The house is very lonely."
"Maybe just the one volcano," Gabriel said, glancing thoughtfully at the closed drapes before shrugging and turning back toward the fridge like he was hardly bothered at all by the freak appearance of something as impossible as an overnight appearance and eruption.
Then again, he was an archangel of God, and as much as he really wasn't for all that nonsense, he sort of had watched the world be made. He'd even helped. You're all very welcome for Australia.
"Mm," he said, digging through the fridge and freezer and pulling out anything he fancied he could cook with -- because clearly he wasn't letting anyone else do it. Not in this kitchen. He'd been given room to play, and he was going to freakin' do it. "Yeah, I'll move in. I think I could sleep right on this island, huh?" He tapped the marble with his knuckles, playful.
“Is it lonely?” She asked as she came back, not at all surprised that Hanna had said that. She had felt the same some time ago after Stephanos left for Europe with his latest boyfriend. She felt better about it now though, sometimes it was nice to wake up from some of her more painful dreams and not have to explain to anyone why she was screaming or crying. “I’ve not really noticed lately. But I doubt my husband would like me moving a man into the house.”
She knew he wouldn’t. Their marriage only had two rules, rules that she so far had kept to pretty easily. The first was not moving a member of the opposite sex into the house, even when they lived apart. The other was not to get pregnant by, or knock anyone up, that wasn’t either of them. Everything else was permitted and they had somehow made that work.
“On the island, really?” She grinned, “Here I thought your kind were more nest builders.” The idea of an angel, particularly Gabe, building a nest amused her to no end.
"It's very clean," Hanna elaborated, before trailing off as Gabe and Dite bantered. Dite was gorgeous so of course she had a husband, which was a lotlittle disappointing, but Hanna was excited to be here anyway. The alternative was to curl up with a bed of books, which wasn't so bad considering. She bounced into the kitchen to inspect the island. "It doesn't look very comfortables, but I've slept on worse. And in the snow once but I don't remember if that was reals or not..."
Gabriel, of course, knew about the husband, and didn't find it such a terrible disappointment on most days. There was the occasional odd Tuesday, but no one was perfect. In any case, his bedroom had shag carpet on the walls and there were some things that were just not meant to be given up in any life.
He closed the fridge with his hip and pulled out some mixing bowls and a cutting board before getting to work chopping vegetables. Breakfast for dinner seemed like the best option. Anyone who disagreed was wrong.
"Lonely and clean aren't always the same. And the house doesn't always reflect upon the person." He waggled his eyebrows at Dite and then fixed Hanna with a considerate sort of expression before giving up on all seriousness because it didn't suit him for more than ten seconds at a time (if he could help it). "Whatcha dream about, kid?"
“True.” She agreed. “You ought to see the place before the maid comes. I think I made the poor woman cry over the state of this place a few times.” Dite didn’t see herself as lonely, not anymore. She had her little dove and the archangel and the adorable Mr Polo exploring the house. In this case the massive ash cloud of doom could be treated a minor but tolerable unpleasantness that brought them together for a while.
If Gabe was going to cook for them, and really she wouldn’t dream of stopping him because it was about time someone put the kitchen to proper use, she decided it wasn’t a bad idea to sit and enjoy the show. Grabbing a spot at the counter she pulled back a chair next to her for Hanna, patting it in the universal signal for ‘come sit next to me’.
"I suppose it feels less lonely right now." Hanna peeked out the window and then walked back to the counter and sat next to Dite. She ducked her head shyly and stared at the counter for a moment before lifting it again.
"It's like my life, but not the same. Instead of living in the towns we were in Norway I think? Deep in the woods, just us and some books and the wolves. I learned some of the same things, but ... More of it. More hunting, more fightings, more languages. A backstory." She didn't remember a lot of that training, she only knew she'd had it. Maybe she just hadn't dreamed it yet. She did realize her waking life mirrored her backstory eerily closely.
"Just before I woke up, I'd tracked and hunted a deer for several days. When I broughts it back I told I'm I was ready."
"That's kinda fucked up," Gabriel noted, attention mostly rapt on the tomatoes in front of him. Peeled, chopped and diced -- the peels he arranged into little roses and set in front of each of the ladies. Because he was actually honestly that fucking good. Yes. You're welcome.
Still, he was paying attention to the conversation even as he moved to sauté. "Call me spoiled, but I just don't think I could live in the woods. Nest or otherwise. Norway's cool though. Fjords. Heh." Yeah. This was a millennia old holy being. Yeah. It could be a let down some days.
Tomato roses. Gabriel had made them tomato roses. If she had been the type to blush she might have blushed at that. It was as cute and sweet as everything else he did when he was being charming and it simply tickled Dite in all the right ways. “Fjords are cool, Slartibartfast would completely agree.”
Despite all the airhead blonde jokes and tendency to use books as part of her decor rather than for reading, she had actually read a few that weren’t romance novels or poetry. Though she would argue that The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy could be erotic if one looked at it the right way.
“Ready for what, sweetness?” it might have been nice to hear that there was someone out there having more relatively normal dreams, but she couldn’t help but feel like there was something wrong with Hanna’s. She wasn’t the best judge but even she knew that wasn’t the typical childhood for young girls.
Hanna had only known that life in the dreams, and nothing else, so it wasn't like she could compare. Even her waking life had involved a lot of camping and fishing and Erik teaching her self defense.
But she wasn't sure she wanted to tell them. She hesitated, looking between them and chewing on a loose strand of hair. "It's not important.."
Was it Tuesday already? Hitchhiker references put Gabriel into that occasionally sad about the husband phase of life.
"Could be important," Gabriel said ignoring all that terrible, tragic, awful and totally exaggerated heartache, rummaging through spices like it was his job to judge other people's kitchens based on the amount of crushed red pepper and actual garlic they owned. And, okay, it kinda was. In a way.
"Being ready could mean anything. Like DING, Easy Bake Oven's done, get your tiny muffins. Or, you know. Like. Uh. Now I know how to hunt and kill a deer, possibly all of Madagascar is next." Hey, he'd said he'd behave as far as innuendos went, but that didn't really mean Gabe knew how to chill out with his overactive … personality in general.
“Easy there, bugle boy, I don’t think that was what she meant.” Dite gave him a smile. Empathy was her thing now, it generally sucked as far as she was concerned because she hadn’t quite learned to turn off the constant flow of other people’s feelings. She was getting better though. “It’s alright, honey, you don’t have to tell us.”
She reached out and brushed back the girl’s hair behind her ear, though only on the side she wasn’t chewing before looking back to Gabe. Dite respected a good hair chewing.
“Oh, and speaking of your trumpet, that,” she pointed in the general direction of the windows and the ash cloud beyond them. “That’s not, like, related or anything is it? Cause I thought I might get a little advanced warning on the end of the world if that’s what that is.” She could remember her Douglas Adams better than she could her Bible, but then again aside from memorizing a verse a week as part of her home school she had paid more attention to the one that had ‘Don’t Panic’ written on the cover.
"You just wouldn't let me stay here any more," Hanna replied, putting to words her worry. She shivered at the hair tucking and started to pick at her fingernails. Gabriel wasn't far off. Maybe on the scale of things but not what she'd been prepared for. To kill Marissa Weigler and anyone that got between them.
And most damning part of it all was that even in her dream she didn't want to hurt anyone. But it was what she'd been prepared for her whole life.
It wasn't really a trumpet. It was a… horn. More Gondor, less Reel Big Fish. Although Holy Ska Band of the Lord definitely had some appeal. Still. Semantics. "Oh? That? A sign of the apocalypse? Naaah. That's just bad weather in comparison. Don't worry Beautiful, the day complete end of the world is coming on, you'll be the first person I bring my horn around for." Okay, so he'd mostly backed off of the innuendo. No one was completely perfect.
"Aw, kid," he said, all sympathy even if he was folding sautéed tomatoes, spinach and broccoli into some fluffy looking eggs at the same time. "Pretty sure it's safe to say none of us are perfectly behaved in the Dreams. Except maybe that pony chick. But she doesn't count." The toaster popped up bread that the angel had never actively put into it (aaah, perks) and he plated everything as nicely as possible before pushing the plates toward the two ladies.
Dite’s eyebrows went up but she chuckled softly in spite of herself. She was only happy he was the one to ‘sort of’ break that best behavior rule. She might have considered herself a walking sex joke but she did have some self control, or at least he hadn’t set her up for it the way she had him. They really should have been working together but that wasn’t nearly as fun.
“Aw, darlin’.” Out came the accent, though it was mercifully brief, a little gift to Gabe for not being as bad as he could have been on the subject of blowing his horn. “I promise you, and I can’t speak for the frequent flyer over there, but I know that in my case that there isn’t anything you could do that would be worse than what I’ve done in my dreams. But you have to remember, they’re just dreams or whatever it is that they are, you don’t have to be the same person here that you are there.”
She beamed at Gabe, “It looks amazing. It must be magic, nothing comes out of this kitchen looking so nice.”
Hanna looked at the plates of food as though she hadn't seen that much good food in one place in a very long time. Over a year, in fact. She pulled it over and started to devour it like a starved girl. It wasn't like someone was going to steal her plate. It also gave her an excuse to not explain her dreams just yet. She made a happy satisfied noise in Gabe's direction and signed a 'this is soooo gooood' motion with her fork.
She took a long enough drink to clear her mouth, then blurted out simply. "Her name is Marissa Wiegler and I am having to kill her." Then she resumed eating.
Gabriel had more than misbehaved in his dreams, but he figured now wasn't really the best time to talk about that, or how many times he may have intentionally murdered his current brother in law (funny how that worked out, huh?).
Instead, he hummed out a little noise of curiosity and pushed his own plate toward Hanna for seconds. Technically he didn't even need to eat, and it looked like she could use it more than he he needed the random creature comfort.
"Huh," he said, peeking over at Dite who would likely have better words on this than him. "I mean. You don't really have to."
The somewhat goddess caught that look from the archangel and turned her eyes on the lovely girl beside her. Focusing on the statement seemed like the wrong way to go about it, the girl was obviously not upset about having to kill someone, instead more worried about their reactions. Aside from that the woman likely wasn’t as interesting as the reason why she had been targeted by a teenage girl. “This him you told that you were ready to kill that woman, who is he? Your father? Brother or teacher or someone? Why does he want you to kill someone?”
She kept it as casual as she could, taking a bite or two from her food after she finished speaking. She supposed she really didn’t need to eat, she healed from all injuries or other such problems, but she still had hunger and a desire to eat. And really there was something very nice about enjoying the textures and tastes of food. And when it came to Gabe’s cooking, well, there was hardly anything better. “Are you going to try to kill her here?”
"No, I told him I was ready. He trained me and trained me, and then I decided I was ready because I could finally beats him. I don't know what happens after that, and I haven't dreamed about the trainings, but I felt confident. Marissa Wiegler is a bad woman." She stabbed at her food, as though it had been ingrained in her how bad Wiegler was. "I don't wants to hurt anyone."
She looked up and over at Aphrodite. “But I know a hundreds ways to kill a person now, that I didn’t know before.”
Gabriel thought it was just best to busy himself by cleaning off the counter top -- absently wiping at it with a sponge he may or may not have just created out of thin air. Sometimes you just had to make something in order to keep your hands busy.
"Yeaahh, might want to avoid… uh. Testing your knowledge." He offered finally, because while he wasn't exactly a stranger to murder-y violence and the occasional good feelings that came with it, he was also aware that was in another life. Dream murder was a bit different than real world murder. Well. His moral compass was a little different here anyway. "Prison probably isn't the home you want to make for yourself."
“The messenger is right this time, you know. No need to shoot him, in fact that would be a waste. You see his very talented hands? It would be a shame not to put them to use.” She paused a moment because there was always room for a little playful teasing where Gabe was concerned.“In the kitchen”
She brushed a few strands of hair off Hanna’s shoulder, a gentle smile on her lips. “Prison is no place for a smart, beautiful young woman like yourself. You seem very capable, and while this woman probably deserves whatever is coming to her, I think you deserve something far better from life than to soak your hands in the blood of others. Maybe there are other ways you could put your skills to use, hmm? And if not, well, why don’t you stay a while with me and we can find you something altogether better to do with your sweet self?”
Dite crossed her long legs and turned in her chair a little to better look at Hanna, “How long has it been since you’ve had a hot bath and some new clothes, dearheart?”
"I don't know what to do," she admitted, setting her fork down. The compulsion was very strong but faded the longer she was awake. "Someone startled me awake this mornings and I stabbed him with a plastic spork." Which hadn't really hurt him and she was really glad that had been the only thing in range. "I really, really don't want to hurt anyone."
She flushed at Dite and shook her head. "I ran away a year ago. I've had some showers..."
"You ladies deal with that," Gabriel said, kind of totally out of his league when it came to reassuring dream trained teenage assassins with pluralizing issues about -- uh. Anything actually. Gabriel was a capable guy and archangel, but some things just didn't translate well.
"I'll just use my very talented hands here in the kitchen for… things." Cinnamon rolls. He'd make cinnamon rolls. They didn't stop murder from happening, but he was working on a recipe that just might, so there was hope yet.
“It’s rude to startle a lady awake, I’m sure he had it coming.” Dite could justify and excuse anything, but that had been one of her talents long before the whole goddess mess started. “But I’m sure you don’t. And you won’t have to worry about hurting anyone while you’re here with me and Gabriel, alright? I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, or let you get into a position where you have to hurt someone else. Okay? Don’t worry about a thing.”
She placed a hand over Hanna’s and leaned in to press a comforting kiss to the top of her head. Maybe it was too flirty, too forward or familiar when it came to a girl who was still very clearly underage. Dite never cared much for such rules, and really, when you had the goddess of love trying to comfort you, you had to expect a little familiar touching and kissing.
Slipping from her chair she offered Hanna her hand and a warm smile, “Come on, let’s get you taken care of while Mr Magic Hands does something wonderful in here. He’s earned a little alone time with my kitchen, don’t you think?”
Cinnamon rolls could very well prevent murder. Don't deny it! They calmed even the most hard core assassin. with their delicious goodness. Hanna shrugged a shoulder. "It was an accident and it didn't really hurt him." She smiled gratefully at Aphrodite. "Thank you. I'm trying to locates someone but I haven't had many goods places to sleep."
Hanna's head burned and she wondered what those lips would feel like elsewhere. She still had the memory of Sophie's kiss and it was hard to forget such things at that age and the burning spread to her cheeks. "The kitchen is very lucky to have him."
Dite wouldn't have been Dite if she wasn't a flirty thing. The goddess was perfect and beautiful on a lot of levels and Gabe didn't expect anything from her that she wasn't. A little harmless flirtation with a troubled teen wouldn't make a huge difference in the grand scheme of things -- particularly since she was married. And really, if Gabriel wasn't immortal, that probably would have seemed like a greater tragedy than it already was.
"Take your time," he called after them, winking. "Me an' this room need to get better acquainted!"
Before they left she turned and blew Gabriel a kiss. It wasn’t as simple as any normal blown kiss though. As soon as she blew a glittery pink outline of a pair of lips appeared and floated across the room to land on Gabriel’s cheek where the instant it touched his skin it turned into a glittery pink outline of her kissing his cheek before it ‘popped’ and the pink faded away into thin air. What was the point of having power like hers if she didn’t show it off, after all.
Instead of taking her downstairs to the much larger guestroom she took Hanna down the hall to the bedroom across the hall from her own. She reasoned it was better to keep the teen close in case something happened in the night or anything else that might cause her to need Dite immediately. And really, Hanna didn’t strike her as the sort to really complain about not having the most grand of bedrooms.
Flipping on the lights she smiled to the girl, letting go of her to open the bathroom door and turning on the lights in there as well. “Now, this is your room for as long as you need it. You can do anything and everything you want in here, I don’t mind. No rules in my house beyond being excellent to anyone you meet here.” She would have to ask Gabe later if that counted as a Big Lebowski reference or not. She disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, collecting some towels and a white, plush bathrobe, everything else was already set out where it was needed. She set the towels down on the counter and hung up the robe as she continued to talk. “My room is just across the hall if you need anything during the night. And don’t worry about waking me, I barely sleep anymore and I know Gabriel doesn’t have the need to sleep, so one or both of us should be up at any time. Not that I think you’ll need anything of course, but sleeping in a new place is always rough and I don’t want you to feel anything other than comfortable.”
Hanna found that to be really kind of cool, and grinned as the lips floated across the room. "How do you do that?" She followed Dite, keeping her eyes on the other woman's face, before peering into the bedroom and gasping. It was bigger than Erik's room back home.
"It's very roomy..." She walked in and looked around, then turned to look at Dite. "Thank you. I don't know how I will be able to thank you, but I will."
Not gushing all over her would be a start, she hoped. Still, she ran over and gave Dite a big hug.
Hanna had received the same answer Dite had started giving out lately when someone caught her using her powers in a very obvious way. She simply gave the girl a knowing smile and a wink, pressing a finger to her lips. Most people smiled back and just accepted it, which she was rather thankful for as it had been hard as hell not fully explaining herself to Sherlock when he had his questions.
She wrapped her arms tight around the girl when she came in for a hug. Dite was a hugger too, it had only been Gabriel’s sudden appearance that had distracted her from giving Hanna one when she arrived. “You are more than welcome, sweets. As for thank yous I like hugs and smiles and happy hearts, so very Hallmark card, I know but it’s true. Sometimes I can feel the emotions of people around me so I very much like everyone to be happy, or at least as happy as I am. Now, what is your favorite color? And do you like to wear dresses or pants more?”
"I wish I was special like you," She mumbled into Dite's shoulder. "But I like hugs. They are very nice." She didn't intend to let go until Dite made her. "I wore dresses when I was little but I like pants more. My favorite color is sky blue."
She actually had worn some dresses when she'd been with Sophie but that had been more for the other girl than herself.
“Close to the color of your very pretty eyes.” Or Dite’s but that just seemed a little egotistical for her to mention her own in this context. One hand left and waved in the general direction of the bed where a pair of very comfortable yet stylish pair of sky blue pajamas appeared neatly folded and ready to wear. More clothes would come later, but for now, Dite was of the mind that pajamas were perfect after a great meal and a nice shower.
She moved her hands up to cup her cheeks and place a kiss on the center of her forehead before letting go of her. “Alright, very pretty girl. You go enjoy your shower and take as long as you like, I will make sure Candyman saves plenty of what he’s making for you. Knowing him, if he ran out he’d probably just start making something else. The way he looked at my kitchen you’d think he’d just spend the whole time cooking.”
Hanna looked up into Dite's eyes. They were very pretty, she decided. And her magic was really amazing. Pajamas out of nowhere! Like a miracle.
Her face burned again and she nodded her head. "I think he is spending the whole time cooking." She grinned, and turned to grab the pajamas. Then she ran into the bathroom. Maybe she'd take a bath tomorrow but right now she'd be happy with a very long shower!