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"I tried to belong, it didn't seem wrong.. my head aches,"


Salem seemed caught by surprise by the man's answer. He looked lost in thought for a few moments, until one of the Imps bumped it's head into his cheek with a soft chitter.

"Okay.. okay- fine." He relented finally. His stomach twisted uncomfortably at the idea of giving in and agreeing to see Damian again after swearing to himself that he wouldn't let his presence endanger his best friend.
But it was just as unpleasant to go causing John unnecessary grief.

Damian was going to be so mad...​
 
"Do you ponder the manner of things?"




John glanced back at him for a moment, soon breathing a bit easier before he headed through the doorway he opened up to the House. The House's magick washed over him the moment he stepped inside and the Warlock was absolutely breathing much easier once inside. He'd never go soft, but a part of him liked how this was... home.​
 
"It's been so long, I'll write this song, if that's what it takes,"


The Imps gave delighted chirps at the sensation of the House's magick as Salem apprehensivly folllowed John.

There was no immediate sign of Daniel or Damian, but the Moriandus Prince's shoes had been left neatly by the front door, and the smell of food being prepared filled the House.
Right away the Imps chittered excitedly and ran off to follow the scent.​
 
"Awake, awake, you children bold..."





John smirked faintly to himself as the Imps scurried off, and for once, he didn't mind too much. "Come on, they're probably cooking up something delightful." He hung up his trench coat and headed off after the Imps.​
 
"It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts,"


"So.. is he like.. actually your boyfriend, or what?" Salem asked as he tentatively followed after John. Pestering him seemed more ideal than sitting in silence with his own thoughts.
Plus he was curious.

For a guy that claimed to work better alone, he and Daniel sure stuck together.​
 
"What do you mean, you've lost your scarlet welly boots?"





"Really? You too?" John groaned under his breath, "No he's not my boyfriend. He's staying here until he gets his memories back." What was it with people and assuming Daniel was his latest one-night stand? He mentally grimaced. His reputation was less than desirable, he supposed he couldn't blame people. But it was one thing for people to talk about himself, he'd be damned before people spoke lowly of Daniel.​
 
"There was nothing in sight, but memories left abandoned,"


"And if he doesn't?" Salem questioned.

He wasn't an idiot. Jade Noxera had taken Damian's memories. His magick too, just to lock the older brunet up. He didn't need to be a genius to put together that Jade likely had Daniel's memories too.

"If there's anything I know about the Queen of Moriandus, it's that she doesn't like giving up what she thinks is her's. He's not gonna just randomly get his memories back unless she gives them up." Salem pointed out. "He's gonna have to confront her eventually. Unless you want him to live here forever."​
 
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"Do you know what they cost? Wear a raincoat, or it'll soak you to the bone..."





John grimaced, the lad was pushing all the right buttons at this moment, wasn't he? "He's welcome to do whatever he wants." The blonde soon replied, "I'm hardly his keeper." The last thing he wanted was for Daniel to think he was trapped here.​
 
"It's just the two of us, or that's what we swore,"


He would've said more, but Salem paused when he heard rushing footsteps. Damian came bolting out of the kitchen when the Imps alerted him to Salem's presence,

"Dame- I-I can explain! Oof-" Salem grunted as his best friend tackle-hugged him so hard they both went tumbling to the floor.

"You're such a jerk!! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?!" The Moriandus Prince sobbed, refusing to let Salem go. Not even long enough to get off the floor.​
 
"'What's it like?' the children ask, it's just like falling snow..."





John watched on in silent amusement as Damian tackled hugged his friend so hard, he sent him to the ground. He gave it about fifteen seconds before walking over to help both the younger males up to their feet with a grunt. "Alright, alright, let's give him some breathing room."​
 
"So I bare my skin, and I count my sins, and I close my eyes, and I take it in.."


Salem grumbled under his breath through the whole ordeal, looking guilty as John helped them both up. Damian was once again a sobbing mess. He used his sweater to dry his eyes, but it didn't mean much when the tears just kept falling.

"Dame-"

"What in the world were you thinking?! Why did you leave!?" The purple eyed teen demanded. Salem grimaced. "I.. was just trying to look out for you.." He said. "By running off without a word?!"​
 
"Don't you know, that I'll be with you, as long as you kind?"





John kept quiet as he herded them both into the kitchen, a warm meal or two would help soothe their nerves. He couldn't blame Salem too much for going off on his own, it sounds like something he'd do... if he had a friend in his life.
He quickly pushed the image of Daniel out of his mind.

​
 
"When your eyes are red, and emptiness is all you know,"


Salem felt his stomach twist uncomfortably when he took a seat at the table and Daniel brought over a plate of food for him and Damian each. It smelt good, but he didn't have much of an appetite right now..

"I'm glad to see you're alright, Salem. We were worried about you," Daniel said gently, smiling when the Imps climbed up onto the table. He dished them up a plate as well, so they wouldn't swipe food from the Daeva.

"..Thanks," Salem mumbled, poking at his food with a fork. Daniel's smile faded when he saw that Salem didn't even have the energy to bristle at him gor being kind.​
 
"To those who are not strong and cannot find their scarlet welly boots..."





"Don't take offense luv, his old man is a piece of work." John whispered to Daniel as he took a seat across from the Daeva and got his own meal together. "Best try and eat a little something lad, never know when you'll get a warm meal." The blonde pointed out to Salem as he began eating. The kid was still in shock no doubt, or still trying to swallow the bitter pill that his father didn't want him.

He never had that problem growing up.

His father made it clear he never wanted him since he was old enough to grasp the concept.

John paused in his eating for that brief moment, soon taking in a breath, he continued.​
 
"The slow and simple melody.. of tears you cannot keep from me.."


Damian looked up in alarm, just managing to catch what John had whispered to the older brunet. "You saw your dad..?" He asked his friend. Salem never spoke about his parents. The subject was dodged every time it came up.

Salem shrugged, despite the obvious answer. "..Wouldn't exactly call him that.. but sure.." He muttered out, and Damian frowned. "All this is about your mom.. isn't it? Did she do something terrible..?"
His question caught Salem by surprise, as well as Daniel, who had taken a seat at the table as well.
"..How-"

"You talk in your sleep.. like.. a lot.." Damian explained softly. "Especially when you're upset. And you've been mumbling about them almost every night ever since you disappeared a few weeks ago.. You don't talk about them when you're awake, so I've just pretended that I don't know anything.." The Moriandus Prince confessed.​
 
"Cause when it's cold, I'll wrap my scarf around you..."





John watched the exchange silently, letting the two friends talk it out as he ate. At least they were talk and not arguing. That was a good sign at least.
He wasn't sure when Salem was going to be totally okay though. Not that John blamed him. These things never fully healed over.​
 
"It hurts sometimes, to find where you begin,"


Shame and embarrassment made Salem's face turn red as he scowled down at his food. Damian knew? How much did he know? More than enough, probably...

"My mom is royally pissed that her plans for my birthday got ruined.. if she gets the chance.. she'll hurt you, Dame. Or worse. I wanted to leave cause.. if- if she thinks we're not friends anymore.. she'll leave you alone." Salem admitted guilty, still stabbing at his food rather than eating it.

"That.. and.. she needs to be stopped. Permanently. Who better for the job than the monster she made to conquer the world with?"​
 
"And when it's hard, I'll place your head into my hands..."





"Bold of you to assume it has to be you that pulls that metaphorical trigger." John couldn't help but point out as he continued eating. "Not saying you can't do it, but like I said earlier, it could take years before Havaa is gone from this plane of existence." The Warlock added in. If he really was serious about finding a spell from Saturn... then he best be prepared for a long journey ahead.​
 
"You're not a monster, just a human, and you made a few mistakes,"


"Y-yea.. I agree with John. I don't think this is a good idea.." Damian said uneasily. "What else am I gonna do with my life? I haven't been to school since I was, like, seven. Not that any school would want a Demon around anyway-"

"Would you stop that?!" Damian cut Salem off abruptly. "Stop talking about yourself like that! Being part Demon doesn't automatically make you a bad person, and neither does being Havaa's son!"

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were suddenly an expert on the subject." Salem hissed bitterly.
"People only see you as a monster because you want them to!" Damian barked back. "You're ashamed of who your mom is, and you're scared of people treating you like you're just like her- so you lash out at everyone- even me!"
The Moriandus Prince started to cry again, taking a moment to wipe away his tears with his sleeve. "You'd rather give people a reason to think you're a monster, than let yourself be vulnerable enough for other's to see that you're not!"​
 
"And when you scream that it's not fair, it's like I've gone off to the coast..."





John grimaced at the exchange, pausing from eating his own meal, he got up to get some paper towels and hand them to Damian.
Honestly he couldn't blame Salem too much- from the way Damian described him, he and Salem sounded really-

Oh no, no, no, no, no!
He and the lad were nothing alike!​
 
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