A Daughter of Hecate and a Son of Hel

[anxiousgrace]

What's a girl to do when her powers are coming in fast and furious? Cayla's magic's never been stronger, but this development... well, it required a call to a friend. Casper's been doing this longer than she is, especially. Well. This.

After calling him, she's waiting by the door. To be honest, she's well aware of when he'll show up. She's psychic like that. But the pretense of waiting, ignoring the niggling little voices, is comforting in this time of crisis. And it is a crisis. Enough of one that she's wearing sweat pants and a t shirt outside of exercise, a very out of character look for her, when she answers the door. Relief is obvious on her face. "Oh, thank the gods. Casper, I'm so glad you could come."

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[helborn]

He's not surprised that her powers have been getting stronger lately. With there being more and more danger, there's more and more call for heroes, after all. And like it or not, they're heroes by birth if not by deed. It doesn't take him long to get to Cayla's place, smiling when she opens the door.

"It's no problem. What's going on?"

[anxiousgrace]

"It's... Not something I can talk about here. Come in, please." She indicates her doorway as she shuts the door itself behind him. This is just getting awkward, really, and she's turning red!

"Um. How long have you had... wings?" She doesn't make eye contact, instead going for a couple cups of water in the kitchen that is part of the main room in her crappy studio apartment that, even as they gain fame, she's unwilling to leave.

[helborn]

"I... I've been able to grow wings for a few months now..." It's weird that he's gotten used to it so fast, but the fact is that now that their lives are so weird, it's either get used to things or get freaked out forever.

[anxiousgrace]

She returns and sets down the cups. Her hands might be shaking a little bit, but that could be the weight of the water, right? Sure. Let's go with that.

"Alright... And... How do you make them go away?"

She turns bright red. This was going to be awkward, one way or another, but asking so directly...

[helborn]

"Ah... you have to relax a little bit. Freaking out is only going to have you concentrate on them more."

He walks over to her, and puts a hand on her hands, trying to calm her. "It'll be okay."

[anxiousgrace]

"Alright..." She nods slightly, and takes a deep breath, but twitches slightly when she's touched. Psychic or not, she wasn't expecting sudden contact. But it DOES help her settle, and soon enough her already loose shirt slackens further.

"Thank you so much. Do you have time to answer a few other questions?"

[helborn]

He smiles, and nods. "Yeah. It's okay. Just relax. You can get through this." He rubs his thumb against the back of her hand, trying to keep her relaxed. "What else did you want to ask me?"

[anxiousgrace]

She squeezes his hands a little before letting go and brushing her short hair out of her face. "Well... First off, I guess, how do you make your clothes work with your wings?"

She's calmer now. Going to approach this like an adult. Unless he takes his shirt off, then she's going to blush like a preteen.

[helborn]

"Uh... usually I cut slits in the back, since cold doesn't affect me anyway..." It... might be more of a problem with people who are bothered by it. "Other than that... huh. Aren't there a lot of clothes with straps rather than sleeves? If you like those, maybe you can use those."

[anxiousgrace]

"I'll give it a shot..."

She breaks eye contact, then, and sighs. "The thing is... I... don't know how to use wings."

[helborn]

"Oh! I can teach you that... though maybe later, when you're more calm?" It'd be a bad idea to do that while she's freaked out. Crashing is never fun.