Ita McNairee: *She's been sort of hiding. But now that Ethan is elsewhere, the curvey little woman is sprawled on the floor with the babies, Archie asleep, Tori wide awake and trying out Ba! as a word. Ita's repeating it back to her enthusiastically* aye! Ba! tha's wha sheep say darlin..

Aerin Thomas: He comes down from his shower, rubbing at his shoulder, still carrying angry red teeth marks. Fading away, the wounds are healed, just a last reminder. He's wearing his jeans, nothing more...he's drained, tired. He rubs a towel through his hair and looks over Ita's way, smiling faintly. "Hey, you."

Ita McNairee: Allo loves *she sings, cocking her head. Her lips twist up at the sight of his hair dripping down the towel* bloody heppy.. Feelen better? Ye look knackered

Aerin Thomas: "I'm okay. Just...yeah, tired. Helped the Sept deal with a little problem, and got chewed on in the process. And not in the good way." He grins a bit and walks over, crouching down next to her. "Here we had some excitement while I was gone."

Ita McNairee: aye.. *she crawls towards him, tori currently pre-occupied with slobbering on a blue jelly teething ring. One hand curls in the wet tangle of his hair as the other smooths over her man's shoulder, a frown at the teeth marks* Aye.. Ethan's chums wie Adrian. oo's said ee wans tae kell ye, an EThan tae effen ye coome after hem.. .. an ee can talk tae animals.

Ita McNairee: *she doesn't look up, prattling it out. A very domestic sort of concern at the idea of him hurting. She looks him over carefully*

Aerin Thomas: He frowns and nods. "So I've heard. I'm not worried about Adrian. The little shit's been on my hit list for a while, and not just mine, either. I'll deal with him. Didn't know he was a serial killer, though." He's remarkably calm, talking about Adrian, all things considered. Usually when mention of the man comes up, he starts getting all SORTS of tense and angry.

Ita McNairee: *So noted. She rolls her eyes up to his face, a cock of her head the otherway, like one of her damn crows would do.* Well then we'll nae fret. Jes woorry ee's wie tha vampies.. aye? Least Ethan 'ad tha sense tae keep tha farm a secret.

Aerin Thomas: "He's..." He blinks. And looks at Ita. "He's with the what?" Oooh, THERE'S some new information. And there comes the tensing.

Ita McNairee: Och.. mayhaps jes a ghoulie? ah dinnae kain fer certain darlin.. boot.. ethan says ee can talk tae animals..an effen ee's nae yer folk.. *she trails off, uncertain. A nibble of her lips* Darlin? Dinnae bunch oop. Dinnae fret.. yer dealen wie et recht? oor joe es, oor Bliss.. Bliss seemed aul pumped tae take care o et aye? Ah'll talk tae Claud aboot et? Please? Dinnae fret? *fluster smooth, pet, soothe*

Aerin Thomas: He nods slowly, forcing his shoulders to relax. He honestly didn't seem to hear the 'Just worry' part. "It's possible. Yeah, I guess so. He has to be a ghoul, if he is. I've seen him during the day several times."

Ita McNairee: aye than.. shhh.. *she crawls between his knees and raises up to hug him* Och.. been an awfie day mostly.. aye? are ye hurt et aul?

Aerin Thomas: "No, I'm all patched up." He rubs at his shoulder a little. "Isn't as bad as it could have been. I was Crinos'd up. Barely felt it." Reassurance on his face, through that last sentance, a blatent lie.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Man+Subt: 4,1,4,10,9,8,3,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Specialty: 2,

Ita McNairee: d10: per sub: 1,4,9,6,10,

Aerin Thomas: Okay, maybe it hurt a little.

Ita McNairee: Och darlin... *she leans to kiss the marks on his shoulder, smoothing his back as she does so* Ah'm jes glad yer en wan peice.. love ye aye? Reckon effen ah lost ye tae a damn baddy sae close tae everythen bein fexed, ah'd find hem an dae thengs tae hem ah reckon would make me unfit fer a mither.

Aerin Thomas: "I love you too, Ita." He smiles a bit as she says it, sighing softly. "So, Joe stayed here all day? No heading out for a fix?"

Aerin Thomas: ((as HE says it.))

Ita McNairee: Nae darlin.. calmed recht doown. *she spares a glance to tori, who's dead asleep on the floor. a sigh* och.. good. been waiten awn tha lass tae fall asleep. *she squeezes Aerin in a hug before rising to sit on the couch, hands out for him to crawl up with her* thank ye fer caren aboot hem sae.

Aerin Thomas: He turns and follows her up on the couch, settling next to her. "He's a good man. He deserves to be cared about." He glances to the coffee table, lips pursing just a moment before he looks up to her. It's not time...not yet. He can't bring himself to do it right now.

Ita McNairee: Reckon ah agree wie ye awn tha wan. Ye are tae darlin. ye kain.. aye? *she rakes her hands through his wet hair with a smile, which quickly melts into a look of consideration as she tilts her head*

Ita McNairee: d10: per emp: 2,2,5,6,8,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Manip+Subt: 8,8,10,3,8,5,6,

Aerin Thomas: He's fine, just very tired. Tense as to the Adrian situation...that mush be it. Worried about Joe, Ethan, Ita, Bliss, and the kids.

Aerin Thomas: "I know, love." He nods a little, rubbing at his nose. "I just...I'm sorry I've been so...distracted lately. Sorry I've been away so much. I've been busy. Very busy."

Ita McNairee: Dinnae fret. *she insist, leaning to nuzzle her nose along his jaw in hopes of distracting him. he needed to think on something else. Relax. Not brood.* We'll be fine loves...

Ita McNairee: Missed ye.. *she admits, eyelashes tickling his cheek* Ethan's fine company.. but.. ee reminds me o folks ah'd rather nae thenk awn fer cheer.. aye?

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah...I imagine so." His eyes go back to his favorite spot on the coffee table. "He's a good person, though. ...good guy. He's doing a lot better lately...I think the trip home did him some good."

Ita McNairee: Aye. suppose sae.. ee said soomethen aboot needen a fex after adrian called.. boot ah reckon tha was jes stress an fluster..*she waggles her head back and forth, then shrugs, curling up against the thin man's side with a sigh. She's silent awhile, fingers stroking down his face with feather lightness.*

Aerin Thomas: He closes his eyes at that gentle touch. It would be so easy for him to give into that, call the whole thing off and live in the now...but he knows he can't. Big picture, Aerin. Big fucking picture. "Adrian offered him X the other day. He turned it down...and that's a good sign. He's a lot stronger then he thinks. He'll be okay, I'm sure of it."

Ita McNairee: Ets good yer there fer hem loves. Ee's a good lad. *she sighs and looks up at him, nuzzling into his throat* We're gintae be aulrecht.. aye? Aul o tha wee family. jes dinnae gawn an gie yerself shocked oor bit tae death.. *she lullabies teasingly, a kiss pressed to his neck. It was good to have him home and alone with her. Sharing Aerin was becoming a least favorite pastime when his time was so scarce lately.*

Aerin Thomas: Or shot. "I'll try not to, love..." He sighs, a warm, sad sound, when she kisses his neck. Resolve is crumbling a little bit. Still, his head tilts. Don't give it away. Not yet. "Certainly not in my plans."

Ita McNairee: *A pause. That wasn't..quite.. the sound she was going for.. a growl maybe. A moan perhaps.. a sad sigh.. not so much. She leans back, brown eyes soft on his, before she crawls into this lap and brushes his hair back over bare shoulders* .. darlin.. et's gintae be aulrecht, aye? *she shifts until her rump is firmly in his lap, and presses soft kisses to his forhead, face screwed up in concern* aye?

Aerin Thomas: He looks up at her suddenly, his eyes having this sort of ethereal look...otherworldly, like he's not all there for a moment. Slowly, they return to normal, and he smiles warmly to her, nodding as arms wrap around her, hugging her close. "It's going to be all right, Ita. I promise it will."

Ita McNairee: Och... noow tha's wha ah've been sayen. dinnae fret. Et'll turnoot recht. *she rests her head on his shoulder and hugs back with all the strength in thin pikey arms, jingling slightly as she inhales his scent. a small happy noise* ye kain.. ah foound oot wolves smell defferent, thes mornen.

Aerin Thomas: He doesn't move a twitch, finding solace in her embrace. This is what it was supposed to be about. This is what it felt like when things were right. "Oh?"

Ita McNairee: aye.. Bliss smells awfi different than ye dae.. *she chuckles melodicly and nuzzles him, scratching his back slightly with the jangle of her charms* Ah mean.. even en wolf.. ah kain yer smell like thes.. boot .. ah jes didnae figure ah'd kain tha difference en furry.

Aerin Thomas: "Ahh." He smiles a little bit. "Yeah...well, just like how cats rub up against things to scent them, we've got our own smells. What, you didn't think we marked ALL of our territories by peein' on them, eh?" A chuckle, still resting there in the embrace, eyes shut blissfully.

Ita McNairee: *her teeth find his earlobe breifly and she tugs at the skin there before teasing* nae peein. Cannae abide an ill trained dag. Effen yer nae hoosetrained ets tae tha pound wie ye... *she kisses his ear instead and smiles*

Aerin Thomas: "Naah, I'm housetrained." Ah, there it is...a bit of a moan emanating from him at the ear-tugging. He looks up at her finally, and nods. "Just no neutering."

Ita McNairee: OCH! Nuetered?! *she puts on a shocked expression, releived he's finally thinking on something other than death and badness* och.. ah may have future plans fer yer bairn-baubles darlin, *a sly grin, eyes dancing* ah'd nae 'ave ye nuetered..

Aerin Thomas: Yeah, fat chance of that. He grins to her, though, hiding the flare up of ruined dreams underneath the facade of amusement. "Well, that's good. I'd look pretty damn silly with that big plastic cone around my neck."

Ita McNairee: d10: per emp: 6,7,4,6,9,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Man+Subt: 4,6,3,4,7,2,4,

Aerin Thomas -> Ita McNairee: He's depressed about something. Nervous. There's something he knows he has to do, and is resigned to doing it...it's even something he's committed to do, that he believes in. But it's still something that scares him. He's also developing a bit of bitterness in him, and a strange sense of invulnerability. He's possibly getting a bit reckless.

Ita McNairee: *Ita's hands tug at his hair, a cheeky grin slowly fading as her lips draw downwards. She leans back* ..Aerin? ... *A moment of silence as kind eyes flit across his face, searching for somekind of answer to the question she finally lets slip from her lips* .. wha es et? yer spooken yer lass.

Aerin Thomas: He freezes for a moment, breath catching, and then leans back. He looks up at her, lower lip caught in his teeth. Fear there, sadness. A bit of self-hatred. "I'm..." He shakes his head. "Nothing, I guess. Or something. Sins of the father, you could say."

Ita McNairee: Dream darlin..yer a mess..*oh.. she's bringing out the past names, and those damndable puppy eyes, full of concern as she looks almost pained herself* dinnae dae thes.. aye? *she sings softly, smoothing his hair* Ah love ye.. yer tha wan wha's aulways betchen o me fer nae sharen thengs wie ye.. aye? Wha's tha matter loves?

Aerin Thomas: His lips purse at the use of 'Dream,' a little remembered pain flashing through his eyes. "I've just...a lot of things have been passing through my mind lately. Trevor..." He shakes his head. "I've found myself wondering if I'm not walking down his road, you know? And that scares me, a lot."

Ita McNairee: Aerin.. *she lullabies, curling her arms around him tightly* Yer nae like Trevor. Ye've learned some o tha thengs wha made hem a good folk... mayhaps borrowed hes tactics.. but ye'll never be hem. *The gypsy assures ferverntly* Yer good folk. Trevor was aul mussed oop causen ee didnae 'ave folk wha loved hem fer sae long.. an wance ee ded, ee'd only learned tae hurt tha folks wha tried tae love hem. *she leans in and patters his face with desperate kisses, hoping to ~Force~ the love and care into him* yer nae walken hes road. ye dinnae dae tha.. aye?

Ita McNairee: *the kisses aren't letting up*

Aerin Thomas: His eyes shut, accepting the flurry of kisses, and takes a deep breath, nodding slightly when they cease. "I know. I just...there's things that I see in myself. I know my thought patterns, and I know where they go. I'm just seeing them go to bad places. I can always bring them back...I'm just afraid that one day, I won't be able to stop doing that."

Ita McNairee: och o course ye well.. Ah'll nae let ye splet agawn darlin.. dinnae woory. *she nuzzles him once she's done kissing, before catching his eyes* Ah'll nae let ye lose yerself.

Aerin Thomas: Oh, if only...he looks up at her, lips quirking faintly upwards. "I love you."

Ita McNairee: *she nods, strand of hair flopping messily in her face as she leans down to kiss him. She knows. That mush was certain, even if everything was dangerous and relied mostly on hope and luck. Its a long soft kiss.. warm in all the subtle ways she wasn't in their beginning. She draws back and sings quietly* Ah love ye tae Aerin. We'll be aulrecht.

Aerin Thomas: He melts into the kiss, leaning up into it and sighing deeply, full body pressing into it. Shen she pulls back, he looks up at her, smiling. That, he knows, no matter what. They'll be all right. "Yes, we will." Just not together.

Ita McNairee: coome ye derty heppy.. *its too soft to be entirely teasing, woman on his lap still a little worried, though releived he's smiling* We'll put tha bairn's tae bed, an than ah'll dae me damndest tae make ye ferget aul o wha's botheren ye sae... *she jingles slightly as she shifts in his lap, smiling warmly* coome bed yer pikey?

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit...yeah, forgetting for a night is good. "All right. I think I can deal with that." He smiles adoring to her and slides his arms away so she can stand, and he can follow.

Ita McNairee: babies darlin.. *she chides over her shoulder, growing more mischeivious as she gathers up the two sleeping children* och darlin.. we're gintae 'ave tae keep em en another room, oor by tha time Archie can talk ee'll be repeaten moore than ah'd like.

Aerin Thomas: "Oh. Shit." He turns and moves to help Ita with the kids, but stops when he sees she's got them. Mind quite distracted, obviously. "Yeah...one of these days we're going to have to." He chuckles and shakes his head.

Ita McNairee: *a soft sort of lopsided grin, and she moves past him, head rubbing against his shoulder as she sashays towards the bedroom with her arms full of baby, a glance over her shoulder as she chimes* coome da, coome break a few commandments wie yer love. *and she slips into the bedroom to tuck tori and archie in.*

Aerin Thomas: "Just a few?" He grins and follows her into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.