Closing Time

The music was relaxed and the smell of coffee was soothing in the air inside the coffee shop. It was near closing time, only twenty minutes or so. Laurent stood by himself, since he was the only one left at work, and he also had to close after him. The mall had closed down long ago, leaving only some fex stores open, as restaurants and stuff like that, and of course the relaxing place, called Brewed. Here coffee was made from scratch, with the bean blends, the wipped cream or milk, also soy and other stuff could be ordered in it. Laurent was standing, holding around his own vanilla christmas mocha, he had made not long ago. It was not hot but also not cold, it had a creamy flavour, almost like drinking ice cream, only with a strong kick at the end. He licked his lips, as he felt something on them, before standing up as he saw a customer walk inside. The store was pretty open from all places, except near where they made the coffe, but else people could walk around the store, it wasnt inside four wall, as all the other places. It had couches and fine wooden tables, also this brown and grey black theme over it, perfect to enjoy a coffee time, with some books at the side, people could take if they wanted and read, while enjoying their coffee.

He smiled to the person, as the silver blue eyes followed him. " Welcome sir. What can i help you with ". He folded his hands, as he stood with his back straight, even if he only was 1,72 cm, he didnt look all that small again, but he was cute sized. He looked around for a brief moment, before laying his eyes on the stranger. If he ordered anything, he would start to make it, with such precise and almost graceful motions, from scratch til the last drop, as he handed the coffee to the man. He looked at the time, as he smiled a little for himself, before the soft voice broke the silence, as he said with his mixed accent, bringing a posh but sensual tone to it, soft and delicate. " Right at the last minute, we are closing soon, but you are welcome to sit down and enjoy your coffee, if you feel like it. I´m the one closing today, so i can if you want, hold it open a little longer, as long as you dont tell my superiors ". He smiled cheerful at him, before putting his hands in his pocket, rocking back and forth on his feet, before reaching for his own coffee, that was placed near the stranger.

Outfit

It had been a very, very long day for the fallen angel. He had been to one of the high class banquets out of town and even with his ability to slip out of places very unnoticed, he had been occupied with a potential client. Some lawyer who'd been sour with another lawyer, and now she wanted him dead, really almost the usual story. He'd been there so many times before it was never new or exciting. But it was money and even though Godric didn't find a particular need for cash, he still wanted it. It was one of the few things that were nice when you were sentenced to live forever on Earth.
But still, the meeting with the lawyer had taken up a large portion of his otherwise would-have-been early evening and now the killer for hire was in dire need of caffeine before he was going to head home. Sadly, he had remembered how he'd run out of coffee and he would buy the cheap shit they sold in the normal shops. No, it had to be exquisite.

As he walked into the mall he realized he was running late. Most of the shops were already closed, but this Brewed place was still open. No customers inside, just one lonely barista. Without the cameras installed he could have been easy pickings for any criminal. Thankfully, cameras excisted. So the boy was lucky. He walked straight inside, confident with a straight posture, looking first at the barista, then up at the menu. "Afternoon," he spoke in his usual Boston accent with a sly smile on his lips. "I'll have a Vienna," it had the strength of an espresso, only there was whipped cream added, which meant there was more to drink. And Godric liked to enjoy his beverages. A small-size cup simply wouldn't do.
He chuckled slightly as the barista said he cold hold the shop open for longer. That could get him in trouble, plus he would have to be here longer. Very polite of him indeed. "Well, then I suppose I'll stay here for a bit. I do like to savour my drinks. And don't you worry, your superiors will never know," if they found out, a little threat here and there could make all the difference. Besides, the barista here was being so polite it would be a shame if his superiors were to sanction him for his niceties.

Laurent smiled as he gave the man the cup, as he looked at his tie for a second. " Nice tie ". He then turned around, as he bit into his lowerlip a little bit, as he started to begin cleaning a little. He looked over his shoulders now and then towards the stranger. He didnt really feel that unsafe, since he was a siren, but then again he had never killed anything in his life, not even the meat he got, to keep himself going. As he had cleaned most of the stuff, he turned around to take a sip of his coffe, before finally reached a point where he could just close after him. He pulled down the metal at the sides, before holding one open, as he took of his apron and dropped it in a backpack, so he could clean it at home. He then walked around the counter, as he had made sure everything was at it should be, before closing around the counter to, realising as always, that he was a little.. crippled in the department of reaching for the gate to drag down over it.

He wasnt about to jump on the counter when a costumer was here, so instead he reached as far as he could on his toes, before pulling the last one down and then locked up, as he walked with his coffe over to sit at a nearby table, still lights on insde, but ready to leave any minute now. He looked a little at the stranger, before looking down, as he reached for a book he could sit and look into. He didnt really read it, but he just needed something to keep himself occupied. He started of pure reflexes to hum, as he tapped his foot a little, but it wasnt siren song, but some would maybe find it alluring, making him appeal more to their type. He looked up as he stopped and then looked at the stranger with a little smile over his lips, before he found his phone and scrolled Instagram, thinking about posting a post for a second, but didnt.

Godric always liked compliments. He was an arrogant, self-absorbed man at his worst, just a bit vain at his best, but he'd never let anyone know that directly. Better to be mysterious. Unreachable. Out of everyone's league. Because in his mind he was. He used to be God's own creation after all, so of course he saw himself as a perfect man, there was really no denying it. "Thanks. Nice hair-do," even with his self-absorbedness he saw nothing wrong with cleanly observing others and giving back on the compliments he received. Being a nice guy was just more paying in the long run after all. And he had been out there running for a very, very long time.

As he received his coffee, he gently took a sip, enjoying the content of the cup and how it was soon going to invigorate him, give him the boost he needed for the night-time job tonight. Not the lawyer-job, but another one. Normally he wasn't that busy, he didn't have that many jobs even on a monthly basis, but today was one of the busy-days. He looked around as the barista started to close down the shop smiling slightly at how his inferior height was a clear disadvantage on one of the slides that needed to be dragged down. He was even about to offer to help the poor young man, but it seemed the guy at last had success. Godric chose to keep to himself, drinking the coffee slowly as he brought out his super-expensive phone and looked through some of his mails and then the news-feed. The barista now sat at a table further away, but Godric could hear him humming a nice tune. He had a clean voice that made Godric listen actively before he emptied the rest of his cup. He wasn't going to keep the barista here for any longer than he had to.

So he took a stand, walking towards the exit when two hooded men came barging in, only giving Godric just enough time to move out of their way, still quite elegantly. One of the men pointed a gun at his face now, but Godric didn't flinch even the tiniest bit. The other one rushed towards the barista with his own gun, pointing it at him. "GET UP! OPEN THE CASH REGISTER, EMPTY IT, OR I WILL PUT A BULLET IN YOUR FUCKING BRAIN!" the hooded figure yelled at the top of his lungs. Appearently, to point out that he was being serious, he punched the poor young man ¨right in his face. Godric stood still for now, not wanting to escalate things just yet. He kept his hands up in a "diplomatic" gesture, but was still unnervingly calm given the situation.

When the stranger stood up, Laurent did the same thing, before waving a little to the man, as he said. " Have a good night sir ", before gently pushing his chair in, as he walked over to the table and took the paper cup, before throwing it inside his own, as he would throw it out, when he came outside, but he didnt. He stopped as he suddenly saw two men come inside, as they was wearing all black with mask on and clear as day, guns in their hands. Laurent held up his arms almost immidiately, as he looked a little terrified at the men, since as a siren, he wasnt the strongest, and he had yet to find his powers, and not even that.. but there were also the video camera´s taping everything. He looked to the man in the suit, before sending an almost apologizing expression his way, as he had not thought this would or could even happen, but it did and it was going on right this instant.

The silver blue eyes followed the strangers, as one of them rushed to him, screaming at him and then pointing, as he just stood there, frozen for a moment, before he parted his lips to say yes, but he never got to it " Y...! " as he felt the punch to his head, before it sent him into the ground with a ' thump ' sound, as he hit the floors. He looked stunned for a moment, with his face in sheer panic, as he turned to look at the man, before feeling something sticky and warm run down his face, as the man had ripped his eyebrow up in the right side. He slowly got up, as the man guided him with the gun, before opening up for the metal gate at the disk. He had been instructed in something like this before. If someone came and asked for the money in the register, he was to give them what they wanted, since they were covered.

He was hurrying so much, so he felt the blood drip on his hands and black tshirt, as he stood and scraped the money into their bag, before closing the register, as he held his arms up to show he wouldnt be a problem, before seeing them slowly move out from inside. When they were gone, he slowly lumped down on the ground, before huffing after his breath, as he felt like panicking inside, from the sheer terror of almost getting killed, just so little as that?. As he thought it was over, he heard the sound of steps, before he felt a hand at his neck, as he was dragged at gunpoint outside, so he couldnt call the police immidiately. He complied, fearing for his life, as he looked at the stranger, with a terrified look, as he found himself following the men outside, before feeling himself being dragged. " Arghhh.. ". He gave small sounds of complain, while still bleeding form his brow, as he looked at the stranger.

Godric really wanted to stop the men and help the barista, but he knew, in here it would be a big problem. In here there were cameras. So he would bide his time, looking from the barista to the men as they emptied the cash register and then one of the men started dragging the barista out by his neck. The one in front of Godric made a gesture towards the door with his gun before also grabbing him - by the arm - Godric complied, patiently even though he didn't much care for the man's hand on his precious suit. He got eye-contact with the young man and could easily see the fear in his eyes. Something Godric was very much used to. Fear was one of his greatest weapons. And oh, he would use it on these criminals.

As soon as they got outside where there were no cameras - because Godric had checked before even entering the place - he turned around fast, grabbing the hand that carried the gun, twisting the wrist of the man, fast and efficiently. With a yelp the man released the gun so that is was now in Godric's hand. He immediately pointed it at the man before looking at the other one, his eyes turning pitch black as he stared at him, cold and calm. It didn't take long for the man to stand completely still, dropping the gun that clattered to the ground. Godric then looked back at the one he'd just grappled with. "Would you kindly lay down on the ground? Right now, facing the ground," the man did as asked and he walked towards the other man, yanking the bag of money out of his hand while the man stared at him, fear shining out of his eyes, as if he was looking at his worst nightmare. "Not very nice of you two, assaulting that shop," he slowly pushed the man back, away from the barista, all the while still keeping watch of the other masked man.

He then took out his phone, while pushing the other gun further away from both the masked men and the barista as he dialed the cops. As he spoke to the receiving end he still carried a professional, calm voice before he was informed that the police would arrive soon. As he had nothing to tie up the two masked men with, he still needed to keep an eye on them. But he glanced at the barrista as he took a small handkerchief from one of his pockets and gave it to him. "Don't worry, it'll be over soon," he sounded slightly more gentle as he spoke to the young man. There was no need to scare him more.

Laurent stopped walking as he heard the sound of struggle, before turning around, only to see the stranger standing with the gun, but nobody had been shot yet. He looked at how the men got scared, which confirmed his suspicion. It was a fallen angel, or an angel with a paticular smell. Like blood. He looked at the man, as he walked so effortly around, not scared at all for the guns or the goons, as he got them to comply, before even making a call to the police. He just hoped that he wasnt going to lose his job over this, but also that he wouldnt get on the bad side of the stranger, before seeing the handkerchief being held towards him. He turned his gaze up, as he gently took a hold of it, before saying with a shaken voice. " T-thanks ". He held it against his brow, before finally being able to hear the sirens.

At the police had come and gotten everything under control, they asked for a statement. Laurent told them, that the stranger had gotten one of the guns out of the grib and then gotten them to comply, as he had held the gun only as intimidation, before he was allowed to go. The owner had come down to close shop, but also check on Laurent, as he smiled while being stitched in his brown, before looking over to the stranger with a little smile, as a thanks. When he was finally allowed to walk, he walked straight over to the stranger, before holding the handkerchief over to him, now blood stained with his. He looked up at him with the innocent glance, before saying. " Thanks for everything. Without you, i dont know what would have happened ". He looked down a little, as he put his hands into his pockets, as he said. " Your name?, so i can thank you in a proper manner sir ". He smiled a little, as he waited to hear it, if he even got it, before he gave a nod and the said goodbye, if he had told him his name, he would say it, let it roll over his tongue, before letting it out.

He then turned around, still a little shaken, as he started to walk away from the place, thinking about what had happened inside. He had gotten permission to be free from work, for some days, since it had shocked him quite well, but he had said that he only needed a day or two, but he werent allowed to close by himself anymore. He looked behind, as he walked at the side of the pavement, looking a little shaken up still, as he kept rubbing his hand, in a more frantic motion, as he felt a little scared from walking home alone. He would also come home to a big house, all alone.. something that didnt quite suit him.. as he hadnt gotte any answer from Athena yet, about attending. If he could, he could feel more safe and less lonely he hoped.

It did not take long for the police to arrive and Godric was still standing there when they did. He was still keeping an eye out for the masked men, but also glanced back and forth between the men and the barista who had taken the handkerchief to cover his wound with.
When the police arrived, he gave them the gun he had been carrying before giving his statement to them, cool and collected while sometimes looking towards the younger man being stitched up. It had to be one hell of a night. After being both reprimanded, but also thanked by the police for his hard work, he returned to the barista who had just been talking to what he could only guess was the owner of the coffee shop.

"Without me you would probably still have managed. People can do extraordinary things when stressed enough," he said with a sly smile and a little shrug. Maybe the barista would have died tonight if he hadn't been here. Or maybe the masked men would have taken off after threatening the poor man. There were a lot of maybe's. "That would be Godric Morax," he introduced himself, before the barista said his goodbye and started walking off into the night. And that would have been that.
Only, Godric didn't think it was a good idea for the young man to walk home by himself. So out of pure instinct he walked fast to catch up to him, giving a polite distance between them still, as the barista was probably on edge from the way he was rubbing his hands.

"I never got your name? Unless you want me to call you Mr Barista? Because I can do that if you like," he joked to ease the tension before becoming serious again, stepping up to be in front of the guy, himself now walking backwards for a bit. He still, somewhat, had eyes in the back of his head to any change in the environment. "On a more serious note, I can offer you a ride home so you don't have to walk all the way. In fact, I think I'll insist," even though he did inside, his voice was carried in a gentle tone. As always, quite polished and polite.

He looked behind him, as Godric started to talk to him, before smiling a little bit, as he looked at him, when he got in front of him and started to walk backwards, asking for his name, but also joking about it. " My name is Laurent ". He stopped as Godric offered him a ride home. He thought about it for a good second, before saying " no i´m quite fine walking.. ". Before he started to walk again, but the i´ll insist, got him to stop again, as he looked at him, before saying " I.. Okay fine, thanks ". He didnt really know if it was the best idea to do, but he just knew that he didnt want to be alone right now, so riding with this tall dark and handsome, was not something he minded that much. " So.. how are you actually feeling, since.. you know, making those eyes and stuff.. how did you actually do what you did? ". He looked at him with his head a little crooked, as he smiled softly to him.

He had never gone with a stranger to a car, it was also something that he had been told many many times before by his mother, to never do, and here he was, going into another persons car, without any second thought, as he sat down and then looked at Godric, completely forgetting everything about a seat belt or anything, as he just sat there, looking down to his shoes, as he didnt know how to react, other than smile once in a while. His eyebrow still hurted like hell, and he didnt really know how to take it... everything had happened so fast.. he felt almost dizzy from all the action. " Thanks for helping and calling the cops ". He told the address, after having thanked Godric in a proper way, before leaning back a little into the seat, breathing ever so slowly, as he felt uneasy.

Laurent. It tasted foreign on the tongue, but the young barista did also have quite a luxurious and foreign accent. French from what Godric could gather, but also very British. It was quite the accent really. Godric smiled when at first Laurent didn't seem to want to ride the car home but then changed his mind after he'd insisted. He then led the way to his car, a very nice looking Ford Mustang that he'd parked close to the mall earlier. "No problem, Laurent. I have a night-shift later anyways, so I don't mind really," he spoke with a cheeky smile as he even went as far as opening the door for the young man.

He then sat in the driver's seat, letting the car accelerate as he drove down the road towards the adress Laurent had given him. There was silence in the car for a while until Laurent spoke again, asking about the black eyes. It was something Godric only rarely spoke of, but he didn't mind. After all, Laurent wasn't on the receiving end of it, and he seemed innocent enough to not just go blabbering about it to everyone. "I feel just fine, thank you," there really was no bad or good feelings involved with it. The last time his conscience had taken a beating when it came to his black-eyed power was more than a hundred years ago. He'd honestly gotten over it.

"How it works? I will it to work, and it works. it's purely in the mind, targeted towards whomever I want it to target. It creates fear.. Mostly," he explained, already jumping to the conclusion that Laurent did not need to know how the power could actually stop another man's heart. He reached out and grasped Laurent's shoulder gently when he was thanked, because he could see that the younger man still seemed very uncomfortable. "Once again, no problem. Tell me if you need fresh air or anything of the sort. I'm told being robbed can be very stressful," he then released his hold on Laurent and focused more on the road, his eyes still the same: Calm, collected and cool.

He loved how polite Godric acted and how mature he seemed, which only made it that much harder on him, as he sat near him, hearing him explain about his power. He nodded a little, as he smiled to him softly, before saying " Ah, so its like that. Dont worry, i wont tell ". He just said it to make sure for Godric, that he wasnt someone who would go around blabbeing about stuff like that, but it had shooked him up quite alot.
He looked down at his rather dirty shoes, since he had been dragged over the ground, before looking over to Godric, when he grasped his shoulder. He felt his heart start to beat quicker, as he gently made a little move to the side, as if he had hurted him, which he didnt, but he just didnt like the feeling his touch sent through him, as he wasnt used to even hugs, so that touch, as it felt so good, was something he just more than ever, would avoid.

He looked over at Godric, as he felt calmer but somehow also more stressed than he was before. He slowly started to bite into his lowerlip, as he looked away from him, before asking with a rather shaken voice. " I know this is much to ask for, but could i maybe.. sleep over at your place?. A couch or something like that.. i.. i live alone in a big house, and im.. im scared to go home tonight ". He looked down, as he hoped Godric would say yes, but he also knew the chance could be, that he would say no, and then he just had to take that with him.

"Didn't figure you for a teller either," Godric answered very simply. There was something off with the young man, Godric could tell. He knew from own experience as he normally didn't like to be touched either, unless it was fully in his control. A handshake was fine, even a hug, but only if he himself had initiated it. But maybe Laurent just behaved like that because he'd just been in shock? Maybe he still was? Godric chose to just let it slide, focusing on the road. Silence engulfed them again, only broken by the sound of the sleek car driving through the city.

Godric looked over at Laurent for some almost long seconds before remembering they were driving. He still had full control of the vehicle but he hadn't counted on the young barista man wanting a sleep-over. And he hadn't planned on anyone visiting, actually he was supposed to do some recon tonight for a target. But that could be moved to another night. Still, there were some things he would have to put away, such as the silenced pistol he remembered that he'd left on the coffee table in his living room. And the dossier on his target in the kitchen. And the pictures of the same man, also on his kitchen table. But seeing as Laurent seemed scared to be home alone and the fact that Godric just didn't ever go to other people's house to fall asleep there was only one option.

"I have a guest room you can use for the night," he ended up replying nonchalantly after long seconds of silence. "But a fair warning. My house. Also very big," he looked over at Laurent with a smile on his face to cover up the fact that he'd just wracked his own brain trying to come up with a solution to all the odd things he had in his house. As he'd made the choice he started driving in a different direction towards Midnight Street.

He looked out the window, seeing his own reflection in it, as night had taken over the day, and as the street lights glided ever so gracefully over the beautiful car. This man looked like someone having everything, the looks, the car, the money, the powers, who even was he?. He slowly caught the glimpse of the man looking at him, feeling how his body suddenly hot hotter from the glance, as he started to sit very figeting, like he couldnt sit still, as his leg started to move, and his heart started to beat a little faster, as his breath got slower.

He looked down as he felt the nervousness take a litle over as he parted his full lips, before looking over at Godric, as he said with a low tone " It´s okay if.. ". He stopped talking, when he heard Godric say that he had a guest room he could use for the night. " R-Really? ". He almost lighted up in his eyes with a cheerful expression over his face, as he smiled to Godric, before saying " Thanks, it means alot ". When he heard Godric say that his house was big, he nodded a little, before making a little joke. " As long as it´s not too big, i think ill be able to handle it ".

As he drove down to Midnight street, he couldnt help but lean a little towards the window, as he got the window to go down, and since he hadnt any seatbelt on, he slowly leaned a little out the window, so he got a better wiew, but also felt the wind in his thick brown hair, as he smiled, while having his back side turned towards Godric, before sitting back in, as he smiled to him, before looking at the big house they came up to. " Wauw, so this is where you live?. Do you live alone? or with your girlfriend?, or something ". His house was almost the same size, but not really. He looked at Godric´s hand for a moment, as it glided to shift the gear. He looked away as fast as he could, as he felt something inside of him, something he was opressing as much as he could. He opened the door, as they held still, before slowly getting out, gently closing the door, making sure that the seatbelt wouldnt get caught, before he looked over at Godric with a smile, before stuffing his hands into his own pockets, as he started to walk up to the house.

He couldnt believe his own sight, as he got inside. He did a spin around himself, as he smiled and said. " Wauw, this is truely amazing, but then again, i didnt really think otherwise, since you look so well put together, and stylish ". He scratched the back of his head, as he looked around a little, keeping close to Godric, before parting his lips after having licked them discreetly, as he wasnt trying to imply anything. " Could i.. maybe take a bath, before.. going to bed ". He smiled a little, as he waited for a reply or maybe a guided hand, in the direction of the bath, as he felt like getting himself cleaned, but also he needed the water. " I.. just feel very dry ".

Young barista man seemed to lighten up at the prospect of not sleeping home alone and that was a good thing. It meant he wasn't still in shock, that this episode hadn't ruined him completely. Godric may have been an assassin for hire, with a power to crush people mentally but he didn't like it. The aspect of ruining someone's life. Taking a life was fine, because if the person was dead, the person was dead. End of the road. No crushing fear or paranoia, just a dead guy on the ground waiting to be found by the authorities who would never guess who'd killed him. He chuckled at Laurent's joke, shaking his head a bit. He knew those kind of jokes because he'd said similar one's several times himself.
"Well, it really is no problem," he smiled at Laurent.

Godric wasn't a fan of how Laurent almost threw himself out of the window. There was several occasions where he wanted to grab the young barista by his collar and drag him inside the car again, but he figured, what the hell. Laurent had been through an emotional trauma, and if he had to deal with it this way, then that's just the way the cookie crumbled.
Finally they arrived at his big house.
He got out of the car, locked it as Laurent came out too and went straight for his front door, every once in a while glancing towards Laurent to make sure he was following.
"No no, I live alone, although I do have a cat. So I hope you're not allergic," he smiled again as he unlocked his front door and let Laurent inside.

He was about to go clean up all the bizarre things when Laurent spoke again, making him smirk a bit. "Very well deducted," it wasn't every day you got to be complimented so much. He clapped his hands together and the lights in the entrance hall turned on at the request before looking towards the door to his living room, thingking hard about what to do with the pistol in there and how to get it stowed away without Laurent knowing.
Thankfully Laurent had a solution without knowing and Godric nodded. "Yes, of course you can, right this way," he'd picked up on the fact that Laurent didn't like to be touched so he just made a hand gesture before leading the way to his bathroom, opening the door and letting Laurent go inside. "There are already clean towels and a bath robe. And yes, you can use the tub if you want," everything in here was very neat and clean.

The silver blue eyes looked innocently at Godric, while a smile had formed over the full lips, as he bit into his own lowerlip for just a second, as he nodded to Godric. " Thanks Godric ". Once again the unique accent glided so effortless out from the young boys mouth, as he wet his lips with his tongue for a brief moment. He liked the way Godric smiled, it seemed so genuine. He smiled as he said. " I love cats, so its okay with me ". He walked inside with him and looked around, spinning a little around himself, as he nodded to the house inside. It was beautiful. He followed Godric as he showed him to the bathroom, before looking ind, as he said. " Wauw. Thanks so much Godric ". He walked in and then closed the door with a smile, before standing still a little, before dropping his clothes, as he looked at his naked self.

He felt his muscle tension disappear from the touch Godric had given him. The man had both commented on his hair, looked at him as they were driving, almost forgetting that he was driving, and also grasped his shoulder, was it really just his imagination, or were there something cooking up between them, some kind of underlying chemistry?. No.. he didnt want that, he wasnt like that, he didnt look at men that way. He shok his head a little, as he walked over to the shower, as he got under it, feeling the cold water against his skin, and the scar on his forhead, as he gave a little jump from himself, as a sound of surprise escaped his lips, before he finally felt the water turning to a good lukewarm feeling, before turning it a little up, so it was warmer. He wasnt going to use any of the expensive looking shampoo´s or conditioner that was there, only the body scrub, before he got out of the shower and dryed himself, as he looked into the big mirror in front of him. His hair was wild and stood out to all sides, and his eyes were like the ocean, only lighter, like silverwear in it, slowly falling to the depts. He smiled a little, as he stretched his body, before taking the bathrobe with nothing under it, as he walked to his clothes.

He took his clothes, before walking out the door, as he felt a little too naked, but it was alright, wasnt it?.. they were both men. He walked down the hallway that he thought that Godric maybe would have room, before finally finding him, as he said. " It is really big, but i managed. So i wanted to ask, if i.. could maybe get my clothes washed for tomorrow.. ". He walked over to Godric, as he showed the stains on it, before looking up at him, suddenly realizing how close he actually stood by him. He took a step back, before he smiled a little, and then looked behind him towards the door, as he turned to Godric again, with the words. " i hope i´m not an inconvenience.. ".

Godric smiled slightly at the way Laurent pronounced his name with his French accent. He was fluent in French himself, so he could easily see the pro's in using the language, either fully, or just English with the accent in it. It was very posh and delicate. "Pas de problème," it was a simple French phrase that simply meant "No problem", but Godric felt the need to say it in another language as he'd already said it in English a couple of times to Laurent. Flipping the script a bit made for more fresh conversations after all. He simply nodded as Laurent again thanked him before the door was closed to the bathroom. He was standing there for a second or two - maybe a bit more, because he was thinking - when he heard the small yelp from inside the bathroom, which made his face lighten up in a small grin before he immediately went to the living-room to collect the pistol and put it in the safe behind a random picture on the wall.

Then he went to the kitchen to stash up the dossier and pictures. They were also put inside the safe behind the picture in the living-room. When all that was said and done he walked more casually to his office, where he hung up the jacket he'd been wearing and rolled up his sleeves, even taking off the tie and unbuttoning the first three buttons on his shirt to feel more comfortable. And at that minute Laurent showed up wearing nothing but the bathing robe and in his hands were his clothes. Godric looked down at the blood stains, before taking all the clothes out of Laurent's hands, not minding the fact that the younger man stood so close to him.
"Of course not. I would get my clothes washed it they were blood-stained, I can't see why yours shouldn't get cleaned as well. I'll be back in a minute," he spoke gently before going to the washing rooms to put the clothes into the machine. It also didn't take him very long. He was very used to blood-stains on his own clothes at times so he knew how to get rid of such things easily.

When he came back to the office, he smiled at Laurent. "Maybe you want to borrow a fresh set of clothes while yours are being cleaned?" he wondered aloud, scratching his chin, the sound of fingers against a very light 5' o clock shadowy beard made itself evident as he gazed thoughtfully at Laurent, already thinking about what to let him wear. It couldn't be a suit, that would be way, WAY too uncomfortable for him. Then again, ultimately it was the young barista's choice. Who'd know? Maybe he just wanted to stay in the bath robe?

The blue eyes followed Godric as he took his clothes out of his hand, leaving a flustered Laurent standing back at the same place he had planted himself, when practically handing over the clothes to Godric, not intentionally, but it happend. " Merci ". He smiled as he looked at Godric, before looking a little around, as he came back. As he asked him if he wanted to borrow some clothing, he just shok his head, as he replied " Non Merci " Which in english meant no thanks.

As he smiled to him, and then said. " maybe a shirt to sleep in would be great, but else i.. think i would go ind and lay down a little ". He wasnt really that tired, but he just felt like laying down, looking up into a ceiling or something like it, since he could still feel the nerves inside of him, how his body was still shaken as ever. He had never tried being like this, and he was actually starting to doubt, if it was the nerves from earlier or if it was maybe the man himself, how perfect he was, and how everything was so placed around. " Excuse me for asking but.. why dont you have girlfriend ". He smiled a little, as he looked at him. " You look like someone the girls would flock to.. so it just made me think.. sorry if i ask to personal questions ". He looked up at him with the blue eyes, vivid as ever in their color, with a little crooked smile over his full lips.

Godric raised an eyebrow at the no thanks from Laurent. Was he a naked sleeper? Godric himself prefered to wear shorts and a tank top to bed, but that was because he needed to be ready if anything should happen. Intrusions or a sudden need for his skills somewhere else. He couldn't just be naked for such situations. At least Laurent asked for a shirt, to which he nodded, as he folded his hands in front of him. "Let's get you to your guest room first, then I'll find you a shirt, okay?" he was about to lead the way again, when Laurent asked him a rather... Personal question. Normally Godric wasn't thrilled about people taking such an interest in his life, but this specific question was one he had grown very used to. In fact, he experienced many women flock to him, where he'd had to say no to them. He just wasn't interested.

"Because.." he spoke, with a lot of confidence in his voice. He was proud to be into men, there was nothing wrong with it what so ever. "I have declined all of them. I'm not interested in having a girlfriend. I'm actually not interested in relationships at all. And I'm gay," he explained with a shrug, before making another polite hand gesture, leading the way to the guest-room where the door was opened. With a snap of his fingers, the lights turned on his here as well.
"I trust you'll find the room adequate?" he looked towards Laurent for a response.

He nodded with a smile over the plump lips, as Godric leaded the way to the room. He looked around, trying to remember when and where, as he asked a simple question. " So your room, which direction is that in? ". He stopped as they got to the door, before looking inside, as they walked into the big room. " Wauw ". He looked around, almost twirling around himself, as he couldnt believe his eyes. It was so neat and tidy, so stylish but also so minimalistic. He smiled as he looked towards Godric.

He looked at Godric, as he hadnt said much walking to the room, but he wanted Godric to know, that he didnt care, if he was gay.. in the way, that it did not bother him. " It doesn´t matter to me what you are into. Not meant in a, that i dont care, but more in a, i dont.. see it as a problem or anything ". He smiled gently to Godric, before looking around, as he sat down in the bed, looking a little more comfortable now, as he knew he didnt have to share a room with Godric, but also just that he had some place to be. " The room is more than adequate. it´s superb ". He laughed a little, as he bounced a little up and down in the bed with his behind, before he stood up, as he looked over at Godric, before saying " Thanks for everything. It means alot to me ". He was so happy, that he didnt have to stay alone in that awfull big house of his at home. To be near someone, that was enough for him and his loneliness.

He looked down to his feet, before looking up at Godric, waiting for a shirt, as he would say " Well, i better get to sleep.. so i can come up in a good nights time ". He had gotten water, so he could hold it at least.. 6-7 hours without drying out, but he felt a little dry in his throat. " Could i maybe?.. i dont know.. ask for a bottle of water or something.. you see.. i´m a siren, so.. ". He looked down, a little embarassed to say this, but he knew that Godric wasnt human, he could even smell it on him, but what he was.. he couldnt pinpoint.

Godric felt like the barista man was asking a lot of questions but somehow he wasn't even annoyed. He actually found it funny and a bit adorable, this young lost man who had gotten a really bad experience tonight, but who still had the nerves to talk and ask about anything and everything.
"Up the stairs, third door to the left. Oh, and mind cat, he likes to sleep on the stairs," he said with a slight chuckle as he opened the door to the bedroom and let Laurent go inside. He watched with a smirk how the man twirled around, obviously taken in with the view.

He shrugged a bit as it seemed like Laurent had to argument as to why it didn't matter to him, that Godric was into men. Honestly, it didn't matter to Godric either, what people thought of it. He was gay, there was no changing or denying it and he felt well in the sexual orientation.
"It's alright even if did matter to you. I do what I do and I like what I like," he spoke, smiling as gently back at Laurent. Surprisingly gentle when you thought of what his job was. He couldn't help but laugh at Laurent bouncing on the bed on his butt. It was truly a laugh-infecting sight. He nodded in agreement, still laughing a surprisingly soft laugh.

"I'm glad it means so much to you," Godric stood still in the doorway. He could feel the effect of the caffeine slowly running out and even though at first he had been deadset on doing some work tonight, he actually realized it would be a lot better with some sleep.
With a raised eyebrow Godric stopped leaning on the door frame. A siren? He hadn't noticed yet, maybe he had been too focused on other things about this man. "Right! I'll make sure you get that as well.. Can't have you drying out in here," he tried joking a bit but it kind of fell flat, because he was also quite serious about it. No wonder the man was so focused on needing water of any kind. Godric went out of the room to collect a bottle of water from the kitchen fridge before finding a shirt, also in the laundry room because he'd noticed there was some clean clothes out there. The shirt itself was plain and black and large enough to cover up Laurent's smaller torso.
He came back with the things after a while, actually looking slightly tired at this point.
"Here you go. If there's anything you need later, don't hesitate to just go up to my bedroom and knock on the door," as he said the words, the black cat he owned appeared in the doorway, staring up at him with a little chattering sound.

He nodded as he was giving the instructions to find Godric´s room, should anything happen, but he was confident that nothing would. As he heard there were a cat, his face suddenly lighted up, as he said with such happiness in his tone. " You have a cat!, cute! ". He smiled as he felt such a desire to go out and see it, but he knew that he had to get some sleep in, he could even sense it on Godric, as he stood there, talking, looking all too well put together. It was such a nice thing to hear Godric laugh, as he smiled to him. He didnt even know that the man could laugh like that. He started to think, that maybe it was a rare thing for Godric, or maybe it was just all something he made up inside of his head, as he looked at him. Maybe Godric really wasnt this type of man, to put onto a pedestal. He smiled as he heard Godric say right to the thing about water, and that he couldnt have him drying up in here.

" Merci Godric ". He said with such elegance to his soft voice, as he smiled back to him, before seeing him disappear. He gently layed down into the bed, feeling the softness and bouncyness it held, before he sat up again, as he heard Godric come back in. He nodded to his words, before taking some of the water, as he placed it on the nightstand, before looking down to the black cat, that suddenly appeared in the doorway. " Oh.... my... god.. ". He looked at it with big eyes, before smiling, as he instantly layed himself down on the floor, with his legs a little bit bendt, as he smiled to the beautiful cute cat, as he held out a hand and said. " Bonjour beaute ".

He smiled, as he gently rubbed his fingers together, as he said a little gentle sound, to guide it over to him. " Whats it´s name ". He looked up at Godric for a second, before looking to the curious cat, as the silver blue eyes looked gently back, as he smiled and closed his eyes for a second, hoping that it would be cuddling in its behavior, but if not, it would be alright, as he would just get up again and then sit in the bed, as he would say goodnight to Godric.

Godric smiled down at his cat as it chattered on untill it heard Laurent's voice. It was a surprisingly social cat and it instantly picked up on new people even though Godric very rarely had any visitors. It bobbed its head up and down for a couple of seconds, curiously before it heard his cute little sounds as he laid on the floor. Then it began the approach towards him untill it was within touching distance where it made the smallest meow ever before it climbed up on his chest, looking down at him, eyes shining with the big, adorable pupils.

Even Godric was a little surprised at that. Like mentioned, he didn't get any visitors so he'd never seen how his cat reacted to other people. He kept standing in the doorway looking puzzled at his little furball before smiling a bit. The cat usually slept upstairs with him in his bed, nuzzled up agains his cheek, but right now it seemed to be very comfortable on Laurent's chest.
"Seems he's chosen where to sleep tonight. Oh, his name is Voodoo, that's what they called him where I got him. I'm not very creative with names so I just let the original name stick," very abnormally, Godric went inside to kneel beside Laurent, still smiling as he gently let his hand slide over Voodoo's fur on the back, the actual love for his pet shining right through his otherwise calm, collected, and mostly cool brown eyes.

"Alright, I'm heading up to bed. Sleep well, Laurent," he said as he got up from the floor, walking towards the exit of the room. In the doorway he turned around ever so slightly with a little smile. "Good night," then he left, leaving the door open because Voodoo would probably get up extremely early in the morning to eat.
Godric was in bed about ten minutes later, wearing shorts and a black tank top. He quickly checked his he still had a pistol under the pillow, before laying down and almost instantly falling asleep to the sound of absolutely nothing.

Laurent laughed as he smiled to the cat, before gently stroking it with the hairs, on its back. It was just so adorable, and the way that it climbed up on him and just looked at him, it was the best. He looked behind him, as he looked towards Godric, when he said what the name was of the cat, before saying " That adorable ". He looked at Voodoo, before smiling, as he scratched its neck a little, before saying " You are so adorable Voodoo. Like a chanting spell ". He giggled, as he looked over at Godrich, as he kneeled besides him.

He loved to see the love Godric posessed for his cat. This man had so much feelings inside of him, he had never seen it coming, as the first time he met him, from just hours ago.. he had seemed so serious and also a little on the colder side. " You are a softy, are you not ". He smiled, as he gently looked at Godric, while also stroking the cat, ever so gently, accidentally touching Godric´s hand once in a while, while letting his gaze rest on the cat again. He nodded as Godric got up and walked towards the door. He looked at him, as he said " Bonne nuit " which meant goodnight, in english. He smiled, as he looked at Voodoo, gently cuddling the cat with his hands, before getting up, as he took of the bathrobe, before taking on the shirt, as it covered him. Normally he didnt sleep nude, but he had accidentally gotten his underwear with the bloodies clothes, so he just had to let do, with what he had.

He then looked at Voodoo, as he got up into the bed, as Voodoo jumped up to him, to lay besides him. He looked around a little in the dimply lit room, feeling a little restless, before he gently layed himself to sleep, but it didnt take more than three hours, before he woke up, from a horrible nightmare. He had walked around in darkness, before seeing a figure in the darkness... running away from him, before being hit.. and then a sound of a gunshot.. blood laying on the floor, before he opened his eyes, as he suddenly saw a man stand in the door. He got so scared, he couldnt even scream, as the man ran towards him, only to disappear right in front of him.
His power had slowly awakened by itself, something it did very often, when he was a child.

He instantly got up, before looking at Voodoo, as he said. " C-Come, lets find your dad ". He then got out from the bedroom, ad he walked down the hallway, as he said. " Up and then.. and then what?.. ". He got up the stairs, finally finding them, as he thought he saw another shadow. He began feeling paranoid, as he could feel his power suddenly burdened him, as he closed his eyes, trying to find his way a little. He suddenly saw the figure again, making him so paranoid, that he ran for it. He ran into the room where Godric was sleeping. " Godric!, Godric Gordric..! ". he suddenly found himself scared and on the floor, as he looked towards Godric, as he himself had surprised him, before he held a little down in front, so he wasnt showing Godric his lower half, but also feeling Voodoo, that had followed with him all the way, before Voodoo gently licked his cheek, as to make the shaking Laurent calm more down, as he looked terrified at Godric.

Godric would never admit that he was a soft person. That wasn't his thing. So he had just chuckled at Laurent asking the very question, neither denying or confirming anything. Besides he was really tired so he didn't feel like arguing about it.
In the master bedroom Godric was soundly asleep, the duvet only covering his body up to his waist, one arm under the pillow, holding the gun, the other one out-stretched towards the door. He occasionally had nightmares about the other Angels in Heaven removing his wings with angry glares, or the first time he killed someone, but Godric was very old and very used to it by now. He just rolled with it, unlike a certain visitor in his house who just came bursting into his bedroom.

It was dark, but the sound of his name being yelled and running footsteps - and of course his bedroom door being opened frantically - made him bolt up into a sitting position, gun in his hand as he whipped his head around, adrenaline rushing through his entire system waking him up in an instant. His breathing was fast and his eyes were wide open in surprise before he remembered. It was just Laurent. Just Laurent. Just. Laurent. No killers in here tonight, no vengeful angels, no demons of the past, no, nothing of that sort. Just a terrified siren-barista-man sitting on the floor with Voodoo licking him on the cheek empathically. He sat still for a second or two untill he realized he had a gun in his hand. Then he frantically put in in midnight stand behind his bed, the movements he made were almost hectic because he really didn't want to scare Laurent or allow him to know anything about what he did for a living! It was still mostly dark in the room but once the gun was away, he clapped his hands once so that the room was flooded in dim lights.

That was also the moment where Godric re-found his ability to speak and not just be on high alert kill-mode. "Merde! Hell of a wake up call," he sounded almost breathless. His hair was a mess of curls, some of it pointing out into nowhere, the rest of it mostly curled down into his face. He removed it a bit by sliding a hand through it, almost shaking from the before-mentioned adrenaline, before getting out of bed. "Laurent? You alright?" it hadn't yet occured to him, that Laurent might have actually seen the gun already.

He looked shocked at Godric, when he almost ran inside the room, before being face to face with a gun, as he suddenly got a flashback, from when he was hit, and hold on gun point in the store. The shock of it, sent him back, as he fell on his behind, before looking up at Godric with genuine fear, as he was shaking all over his body, trying to speak, but he couldnt. He first started relaxing, as he felt the lick on his cheek from Voodoo, that had followed him closely all the way, before ending up on the floor, in a rather embarassing position.

As the light got turned on, he quickly held a hand up in front of his face, as he tried to see Godric.. since his eyes were still sleepy from just haven woken up. He heard Godric, breathless almost, as he saw the messy curles, almost looking like his own messy straight hair, standing everywhere, as he followed Godric with his gaze, as he got out of the bed. He covered himself with the long black shirt, as he looked down, embarassed but still shaken from the gun and the nightmare. " i..i..i.. didnt.. i.. sorry ". He looked down, as he felt too shaken to even say a words, as he felt Voodoo genly push against his arm, as if he was saying it was okay to be afraid, but he couldnt feel anything other than total fear in this moment, as the adrenalin ran through him, as he almost panted after air, as he looked up at Godric, with a frantic look, and his chest moving in a panicked state almost. " I..i´m.. no no im not ". He shok his head, as he held around Godric´s leg, when he came closer to him, before he closed his eyes, as he was still shaken so violently all over his body.

He didnt take Godric as a dangerous man, but he had been afraid to begin with, so seeing him here.. like this. He looked up at him, before saying " i´m s-s-so sorry.. i.. ". He couldnt even speak almost, as he tried to soften the grib around Godric, but it was probably all to clear, that he couldnt even stand from how scared he was, as he looked up to him with the silver blue eyes, while hearing Voodoo give a gentle sound from him, before seeing him jump onto the bed, as if Voodoo was saying, that they should sleep there, but Laurent was too embarassed to ask, if he could sleep in here, and he also couldnt move a muscle.. " I had a nightmare.. and i.. my powers.. and then.. im sorry ". He looked away from Godric, feeling like he was mostly a burden than anything.