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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 14, 2007 10:06:36 GMT -5
“Sounds like a good idea.” Agreed Michael as he helped himself to a little more egg rice. “Although the way the weathers heading, we might just have to make do with buying most of are spells and charms for the time being. I’ve never seen a Cincinnati winter before, but if it’s anything like England the seeds won’t be much good to us until it warms up again.”
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 14, 2007 10:17:38 GMT -5
"Good point," Rhia says with a nod. "Well, as far as winter goes, we probably have a few more weeks before we'll see any snow. It'll be good and cold for a while first."
She takes another bite of chicken, then drops some rice on her plate. "As far as the garden goes, I was planning on just stocking up on what we'll need so we have it all for spring. For now, I found a website where we can order damn near anything we'd need, but we'd have to order it in bulk. It's cheaper that way, but we just have to make sure we have a large enough spelling area to store the extra until we need it."
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 14, 2007 10:56:59 GMT -5
Michael tapped his finger on the counter, his eyes distant, clearly lost in thought. “Maybe a greenhouse with heaters could come in handy.” He mumbled quietly to himself as he slowly chewed on a length of shredded beef.
His finger stopped its rhythmic tapping as Michael’s eyes refocused on Rhia. “We have the two houses now so storage space shouldn’t pose a problem, but what did you want to do with the gardens?
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 14, 2007 11:04:41 GMT -5
"A greenhouse is a great idea. There are a few herbs and such that will only grow on holy ground. I bet we could get someone out here to bless an area to take care of that." Rhia takes another bite of her food, then pushes her plate away.
"I'd like to eventually get to a point that we don't have to buy anything as far as plants and herbs go. Prax and his family could probably hold both garden easily, but we wouldn't even have to worry about that until spring when the fairies head back from Mexico. I've noticed that so far, while we're getting a lot of calls for your basic runs, I seem to be getting a lot of request for charms and spells. Who knows, we may be able to bring in some extra money by making charms and selling them to the charm shops in the area."
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 14, 2007 11:22:09 GMT -5
“It’s a definite possibility.” Grinned Michael pleased at Rhia’s enthusiasm. When she’d first suggested that she work with him as an independent runner he’d had a couple of doubts. It had nothing to do with her magical proficiency, which was by all accounts extremely impressive, but running wasn’t everyone’s idea of fun. His worries had been completely unfounded with Rhia showing the potential to become an excellent runner.
“If we do start selling charms and spells I’ll have to see if I can find my old certificates.” Frowned Michael. “I’m not even sure if my diploma’s will be valid with the insurance companies. You should have no problems, but the I.S might kick up a fuss with allowing me to spell considering how I just walked out of the door.”
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 14, 2007 11:29:20 GMT -5
"You didn't just walk out," Rhia says. "You paid off your contract and walked out." Rhia grins a bit, pushing at Michael with her hip.
"I'm sure you're diplomas will be fine with the insurance company. If worse comes to worse, we can sell charms in my name," she says with a shrug. "It's probably a ways off anyway. I'm just trying to think of things to supplement our income. We're doing pretty well right now with runs coming in. They may not all be big ones, but they are coming in none the less. Things may not always be like that."
Rhia pushes her plate out of the way and sits on the counter. "I guess it's a good thing I double majored in business management and leylines," she laughs.
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 14, 2007 11:51:44 GMT -5
“Well technically the FIB paid off my contract which must have doubly pissed them off.” Laughed Michael as he returned Rhia’s nudge.
“I think it’s probably a good thing that the work has been coming slowly and relatively safe in its nature. Its not like the work I was carrying out for the IS where you can just call for backup when you need it. We’ve only each to rely on if things ever get a little sticky.” Said Michael seriously as he twirled his fork around in the noodles.
“Plus your still new at this and I’d prefer not to place you in too much danger at least until you’ve gained a little more experience.”
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 14, 2007 11:59:17 GMT -5
"I'm surprised you let me head to that bloodhouse," Rhia says, just a tad annoyed. "I know you're just trying to watch out for me."
"I've just never been the type to sit at home and watch everything pass me by. I like to be in the thick of it. When my dad died, I could have taken over a few of the restaturants and sold off the rest as franchises. I still would have made just as much money that way and had a lot more time on my hands."
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 14, 2007 12:09:15 GMT -5
Michael stood up from his stool and made his way around behind Rhia, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head upon her shoulder. “Please don’t get annoyed at me.” He said, his voice almost pleading.
“You can’t blame me for trying to look out for you while we’re both trying to find our feet. If anything were to happen to you I…” Michael paused for a second. If Rhia could have seen his face she would have seen the fleeting look of confusion flash across his features.
“I’d probably starve to death.” He finished with a smile as he lightly nuzzled at Rhia’s neck. It hadn’t been what he had intended to say but then he was still a little scared of where his feelings were taking him.
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 14, 2007 12:17:21 GMT -5
Rhia laughs softly, shaking her head. "I don't mean to get annoyed. I'm just so used to having to do everything on my own, damn all the consequences. I know you do it because you care, and that's a nice feeling."
Rhia leans forward, laying her head on Michael's shoulder, enjoying being close to him. She lets her body completely relax as she closes her eyes. "You're absolutely right, though. You probably would starve to death. That just means I'll have to go grocery shopping later to keep that from happening. Seeing as you now owe me dinner."
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 14, 2007 12:47:21 GMT -5
Michael breathed a sigh of relief as Rhia relaxed against him. He hated it when they argued. It wasn’t a regular occurrence, and was usually the result of him being over protective.
“How about I treat you to dinner at Piscary’s and we’ll both go shopping for groceries tomorrow." Said Michael, his eyes closed as he held Rhia.
It wasn’t as if the office was going to be running tomorrow while they had workmen crashing around in the lounge.
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 14, 2007 13:02:45 GMT -5
"This coming from the man who says I'm getting hefty from all the takeout food," Rhia says teasingly.
"Works for me. But I still say you owe me dinner. It's not fair that when it's my turn to cook, I make you some damn good Italian food, and when it's your turn, you opt for takeout."
Rhia sits back on the counter, smiling at Michael. She was still trying to get used to all of this. In three months, she and Michael had gone from dating to working and living together. It just felt right, no matter how fast things had happened. She was still afraid of how she felt for Michael, worried that if she said it out loud it would somehow ruin it all.
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 14, 2007 13:16:17 GMT -5
“Damn you drive a hard bargain” Laughed Michael as playfully nibbled at Rhia’s shoulder with teasing bites.
“And I didn’t say you were getting hefty…although you might want to settle for a salad at Piscary’s.” He said with a grin, shifting back quickly from the more than likely attack that was going to follow such a comment.
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 14, 2007 13:27:36 GMT -5
Sitting on the counter, Rhia wraps her legs around Michael's waist to keep him from running away. She glares at him playfully. "Watch it, human. I know where you sleep and I have a good handle on all of your ticklish spots."
Rhia places her hands on her hips, stifling a giggle as she tries to look angry. The only thing that really got her mad at him was when he got too over protective, but it was fun to play with him like this.
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Abby glances down at the paper in her hands, double checking the address. "They run their firm from a house?" she asks aloud to no one in particular. The small funeral for Sarah had gone well, a sad affair but Abby had made it beautiful for her. The undertaker had looked at her strangely, surely wondering why any vamp would go to that much trouble for a dead shadow. Abby didn't care, she just wanted something fitting for Sarah.
Erik and Melissa were both home, seeming to be getting much better. This was the first time that Abby felt comfortable enough to leave them at home by themselves, happy that the smell of death was leaving them.
She pulls up to the house, parking at the curb. Making her way up to the door, she stops and takes a deep breath, scenting the air. Pixies, lots of them, a witch and a human that smelled faintly of.... Cinnamon?
Tentatively, Abby reaches up and presses the doorbell.
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 14, 2007 13:46:42 GMT -5
Pretending to look thoroughly chastised, Michael lowered his head then grabbed Rhia’s legs still wrapped around him and lifted her off the counter. “That sounded awfully like a threat my beautiful witch.” Smirked Michael mischievously as he danced across the room.
“That kind of tough talking requires proof that you are indeed capable of following through on your promises. Now lead the way to the bedroom and show me these supposed ticklish spots you talk of.” He grinned as he swayed from side to side as if in a waltz.
Just then the doorbell rang causing Michaels eyes to roll in frustration. “We’ll finish this later.” He sighed as he made his way over to the front door, Rhia still clasped around his waist. “Are you expecting anyone?”
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