The Demon Trapping Society

Nevia sighed deeply as she lifted her other hand to rests on his cheek, "Should I turn her away then? Not sell her anything... You tell me what to do," she whispered.

"You can step away before I dislocate something out of sheer pissed off fury," Theon muttered, but it was more a grumpy thing than a truly angry response.

Nevia just let out a deep sigh, glancing over at Anastasia and whispering, "If you don't manage it, and he goes through your memories to find out with Theo is... I can't risk Theo getting killed, Stasia..."

"If you won't sell me equipment, I can very well go to one of the other many streets and find someone who will."

"Sometimes I envision punching you in the throat because your very existence annoys me human."

"I'm glad we feel the same way. Good talk." Anastasia gathered her money and walked towards the door.

"Anastasia," Nevia sighed, "Can't you just... go after a smaller one? Dealing with Atti crying his eyes out constantly to me if you die will be torture enough, yet alone the fear that my shop is going to burn down to the ground and I'll lose Theo... I've already almost lost him." she whispered quietly, "Please..."

"If I don't do this, I can get hung or beheaded for treason. Hunting isn't a hobby, it's a lifestyle."

"It wouldn't be treason if you got someone else, someone that wouldn't be after Theo. Mind, I imagine those people are scarce considering how high up he is." She grimaced.

"There are sixteen I can name that are after me. But..." Theon suddenly grinned, sharp and nasty, and Anastasia shuddered.

"Does anyone want a cup of coffee, or tea?" Nevia asked with a grimace, trying to find an excuse to go into the backroom.

"Go on," Theon gave a disgustingly sweet smile to Anastasia. "Go after him. Let him come here. Lets see how happy Luci would be to see one of his most avid betrayers."

"Christ, you're having fun with this."

"Oodles of it, darling. Fucking buckets full of fun."

"He betrayed Luci? How?" Nevia asked quietly, "What's his story?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, sweetcheeks." Theon started herding Anastasia towards the door but, before she left, he tangled a hand in her hair, other hand bracing on the back of her neck as if he were about to snap her neck.

"I'll ask Luci if you don't tell me, Theo," She whispered, tensing when she saw what he was doing. "No, don't Theon. We'll have a pissed off and crying Atticus here if you do and he won't go away. I think she gets the message."

"I'm placing a geas." Theon rolled his eyes. "Ye of little faith, honestly."

"I know what you're like," Nevia replied with a small shrug, "You can't blame me,"

"God, you kill a human once, maybe twice, and everyone is mistrusting, god" Theon sounded particularly childish then.

She laughed at that, "Don't make me hit you, gorgeous,"

Theon just rolled his eyes and pushed Anastasia away, who hissed something derogatory at him and disappeared out the door.

She wandered over to him then, sliding her arms around his neck and musing, "You seem happy today, what's wrong with you?" before pressing her lips to his gently.

"I finally get to deal with that fiery bastard once and for all. It's a good feeling, tying loose ends."

"Don't get yourself killed, Theo," She whispered quietly, brushing her fingertips through his hair affectionately.

"Me? Die?" Theon scoffed, obnoxiously at that.

"It almost happened before." She reminded him bluntly, "I'm sure I don't have to remind you of the day." she added, before slowly lowering her head to rest it on his shoulder. Closing her eyes and whispering with a deep sigh, "I don't particularly like my demon 'squishy thing's being dead."

"I'm not squishy!" Theon sounded indignant. "I am a miasma of unfathomable beauty. That is, to say, a great big squiggly mess of something your mind can't comprehend and so I use a vessel instead."

She laughed a little bit at that, whispering a quiet, "No matter how you describe yourself; I love you, and I like what I love not being dead."