[Open - Folly Cemetary - Father's Day]

[irishcoffee]

It was without a doubt, Maggie's least favorite day.

Mother's Day wasn't far behind it but she only had vague memories of her mother. She'd been six when the woman had dropped back out of The Folly. Long enough for Maggie to remember her, but not long enough for anything to remain in her mind beyond little shadows in her mind.

Her father's exit. That she remembered clearly, considering she'd been the one that found him when the last of his attempts to bring her back to the Folly had failed. Magic drained after five years of these attempts, he'd been unable to fight the depression, unable to see anything beyond the loss of the love of his life.

Unable to see the daughter he'd be leaving behind.

She'd seen first hand what magical exhaustion did now that she was fully in her magic now. When she'd been eleven and sent to her foster home, it hadn't been as easy to see at all. She still hated him for leaving, still wished she'd been enough to keep him from giving up, but now, she was a little more accepting of it all.

When she saw a vaguely familiar woman at his gravesite, it took everything she had not to pull the earth, wind and water to her to blast the woman, and the trash around the headstone, into the forest so deep even Bella wouldn't be able to find her.

"Excuse me, but who are you?"

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[everywere]

"I think I'd be okay with that," I say, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close. I can't imagine what I've done to deserve her, to find someone that actually makes me happy. That makes me feel human. At least most of the time. I don't mind when she makes me feel like an animal.

[irishcoffee]

"Good," Maggie said and turned to hunt her lips along his throat. "Because I don't want you thinking that you don't deserve happiness, Jack. You do. Whatever happened before you came here, its not relevant. I won't have you punishing yourself for 'mights' and 'could-bes' okay?" She continued pressing butterfly kisses along the underside of his jaw.

[everywere]

I sigh and turn my head to let her press her lips against my neck. It sends shivers down my body and I allow myself to enjoy the feeling and silence the part of my mind that tells me I tells me I shouldn't.

"I promise I'll never refuse the happiness you bring me," I tell her. I hope that's good enough for now.

[irishcoffee]

"That's excellent news," Maggie smiled and pulled back to look into his eyes. "Because I plan on bringing you lots and lots of happiness. As often as I can."

[everywere]

"I won't be trying to stop you," I say, giving her a small smile before nuzzling her neck again and breathing in deeply, feeling myself relax even more. I like the idea of her bringing me lots and lots of happiness. I've already had so much.

[irishcoffee]

"Then why don't we get a little more happiness started?" Maggie offered. "Get you packed up and moved over to our house."

She'd deliberately used the plural pronoun, hoping he'd understand that she meant exactly that. That she wanted to share it with him, not just have him be a permanent overnight guest.

[everywere]

"I don't know if we can move everything," I tell her. I don't know if she has enough space for all my weapons. Or if I should even bring all of them. I should probably leave the explosives here. Yeah, definitely.

[irishcoffee]

"Probably not by carrying it," Maggie laughed as she looked around the room, "but we can get your clothes and things, then get a truck for the rest of it. Is there much more than this?"

[everywere]

"Just clothes," I say. The rest isn't mine. It's the house of a Drop In that disappeared that I took over. It's still pretty bare bones though, decorating isn't really my thing.

"There are a few others things but I might leave them here."

[irishcoffee]

Maggie frowned a little. "Why would you leave anything here? The house is huge, Jack, it's not like there isn't room."

[everywere]

"Well, the furniture isn't mine," I admit. I'm not really partial to it, all I cared was that it was functional. "Or the dishes or any of that stuff. Just the clothes and... well, you should come see the basement."

[irishcoffee]

Maggie's eyebrow raised, if anything, higher. "This isn't going to be one of those horror movie things, right? Where everyone in the audience is yelling at the clueless witch to not open the closet door because it's filled with...preserved fingers and toes or something?"

[everywere]

"There might be a part like this in a zombie movie," I admit as I head downstairs, not bothering to put on any clothes. No one was going to come in here and he liked looking at her naked. Down at the door to the basement I punched in the code on the door.

"Promise not to be too weirded out?"

[irishcoffee]

By this point Maggie's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. "Jack. Just show me. Then unknown factor here is driving me more than a little crazy with curiosity. Though if there are actual zombies behind the door, maybe we should discuss containment first?"

[everywere]

"There's nothing alive behind here. Or undead," I say. I open up the door and reveal another door behind it, metal and far more secure. I place my palm on a scanner and it beeps and the door opens with a hiss. I know it's extreme, but I don't want anyone else getting ahold of this stuff.

The room beyond the door is full of weapons; from blades to guns to explosives and lots of each kind.

[irishcoffee]

"Feeling a little better about it then." Maggie commented a second before the door opened and she looked inside the room. She whistled low when she saw everything there then turned to look at him. "Was this here? Or did you amass these things over time?"

[everywere]

"All this is mine," I admit. It's maybe a bit excessive, but I didn't have anything better to do with my time until now. Besides, a part of me insists that these are necessary, that I have these to be prepared for situations where they might be necessary.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie looked at the arsenal and touched a few of the items before turning back to him. No where near shocked, more mildly curious. "Was this all of the deep, dark secret or is there more to it? Secret sex toy dungeon behind all the guns?"

[everywere]

"You're going to be disappointed when I say no, aren't you?" I say, smiling at her. I'm glad that she's not weirded out, although I know that I really shouldn't have expected her to be. It's just a testament to my obsession though that I have all this.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie walked over to him and took his hands. "Maybe. I'm not really one for whipping posts, though." She looked up and gave him a wicked wink. "Just so you know."

After a minute, she looked around the room, cataloguing what she saw there. "I think we're going to need a van or truck or something. If the residents see me walking through town with this sort of thing, we may very well find ourselves with a panic. My house has a full finished basement, so you'll have more room for the arsenal there."

[everywere]

"We don't have to bring it all," I tell her. It's overkill to have this much, I know that. Who even needs plastic explosives anyway? Part of my mind can think of a dozen reasons to have it, but none of them are practical here.

[irishcoffee]

"Honestly? I'd rather move it all to the house. I can put up some defenses there that would deter anyone from wandering in and shopping through. Not that I think anyone would, but if they were at the house, I'd know if anyone got close, got curious, or had breached."

When she looked up at him, her smile melted a little. "Jack? Is something wrong?"

[everywere]

"Just... remembering how abnormal I am," I say with a shake of my head. I wish I could feel less pathetic about that, I know that's not a very attractive and endearing quality. I don't want Maggie to think that she has to constantly prop up my ego.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie's eyes rolled. "Do any of us get to pretend we're normal here, Jack? My best friend is dating a vampire so lethal I've made her live deep in the forest away from the other humans. We've got...something here that's not human, I'm honestly not sure he's even alive, and frightening as hell. But he's helping patrol the more supernatural elements. Last I heard he was hanging out with another hunter who uses shadow to help trap the more feral creatures we get here sometimes. Not to mention we live in a town that, for all intents, doesn't exist in any real time. We all left normal a long time ago."

[everywere]

"You're right, you're right," I say, sighing. I don't know if others being strange also makes me less strange, but I know that I shouldn't feel so out of sorts. Part of it is that I'm not used to feeling unsure of a situation, I'm trained to know how to respond to everything.

"I'm glad you like my kind of strange."