fandomtownies | Magic Box, Wednesday [ 09/12 ]

Blackheart was greeted to the sound of pan pipes when he walked into the Magic Box and cast an eye about the store.

It wasn't that he was looking for anything in particular, really. He was just... looking. And if what he picked up today happened to be something that might irritate his father in the future, he'd be thrilled.

Andrew had his eyes closed and was concentrating on the melancholy little ditty he was playing. He didn't immediately notice Blackheart's arrival.

Which, really, suited Blackheart just fine. He'd just content himself with poking about the shelves, looking for a charm that would create some sort of flare that a demon wouldn't be able to dismiss, or perhaps try to find some sort if singing telegram so that he could make it sing Gospel songs at his father until the End of Days. He wasn't choosy, really.

Andrew was midway through a tricky little passage when he opened his eyes and glimpsed his little brother. The music stopped abruptly as Andrew jumped up to greet the guest.

"Looking for anything in particular?"

"Just browsing," Blackheart said, turning around to see his 'big brother' jumping up to greet him. Such an... outgoing individual, his at-school sibling was. "Unless you can recommend something suitable that could be used as revenge against a parent who thinks it funny to send music featuring a happy purple dinosaur to his high-school son."

"Hmm..." Andrew thought about it. "Though it's not like you have, um, ordinary parents, right?"

"My father is very out of the ordinary," Blackheart said, perhaps snarling a little somewhere behind his more socially acceptable voice. "He's slow and proud, thinks he's got the world underfoot, when really, he's stuck under the world. And through nobody's fault but his own."

He considered for a moment.

"He dislikes light. Something about nothing being quite adequate after he'd taken his fall. I really don't listen to him. Things are more pleasant that way."

Andrew just grinned and stared at Blackheart in a dreamy sort of way. He liked the way the boy talked and loved it when he talked about where he was from.

There might have been an awkward little pause after Blackheart finished speaking as Andrew just continued to stare.

" ...Oh, right. Light. But I'm guessing something a little more intense than regular flames seeing as, um, well -- Hell and all that." He started to rummage through some various bottles on a shelf.

"Definitely something stronger," Blackheart agreed. "Something that doesn't run and hide when he walks by. Normal lightbulbs tend to flicker out around him. It's very frustrating."

~~Stepping out for food, be back soon. :)~~

"Doesn't run," Andrew repeated under his breath. He finally found what he was looking for and pulled out a package full of small bottles. "It's called Fusée Eclairante éternelle or the Eternal Flare. It's a powder that produces this amazingly intense light. It burns anywhere -- even under water. But, um, it's not really eternal. I think you get a good couple of hours out of one of these little bottles though."

He held the package out towards Blackheart so he could inspect the goods.

Blackheart took the bottle and eyed it critically for a moment, then looked back at Andrew.

"And how does it work?"

"Well, um..." Andrew scratched his head. "I think you just open the bottle. I've never really tested it."

"Ah." He looked at the bottle again. "I think I'll give it a try," he decided. Even if it didn't work, the attempt would be so very worthwhile.

"Great!" Andrew thought it was cute that his little brother was making up excuses to come visit with him. A demon in fiery hell who didn't like light? Come on.

"So, like what's the biggest most evil demon you've ever come across?" Andrew hadn't taken time to write down all the questions he wanted to ask Blackheart. Honest.

Had Blackheart known that buying something to torment his father with was going to turn into a game of twenty questions, he might have opted to send his father a baby kitten or something equally obnoxious, instead.

"Me," he said flatly. No, he wasn't full of himself. He was just better than his father, and so far as demons went? It wasn't easy to top the devil.

"Oh, cool." There was a definite gleam of admiration in Andrew's eyes.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

Okay. That reaction there? The one with the pointy, nasty teeth? Is what is commonly known as a snarl.

"No." There was certainly something hanging on after that 'no,' just itching to be said, but Blackheart certainly didn't seem inclined to share it without putting up a fight first.

Andrew grinned at the demonic snarling of his little brother. He was cute. "You're cute. Do you have a, um, you know a... significant other?"

"... No."

Blackheart didn't clarify if he was directing that 'no' toward the notion of him being cute, if he was answering Andrew's question, or if, perhaps, it was supposed to be an all-encompassing 'no' and he was neither cute nor spoken for.

In any case, Andrew had certainly stunned the snarl right out of him, and he was staring, baffled, at the boy.

"Me either," Andrew said, commiserating with the other boy.

"Though I am dating someone. I have hopes that it might turn into something more serious. I mean, he's pretty significant to me already. We just haven't made it official, you know? His name's Neil. He's awesome. You should meet him! Maybe we can all go out or something..."

"Go out?" Blackheart's eyebrow raised slightly. "Go out to do what?"

The social graces of humans never ceased to baffle him.

"You know, go out. We could catch a movie or eat some dinner or play some mini golf or something. If there is someone you've met that you want to bring along, we could totally make it like a double date or something."

Andrew's hands were flailing. Dating was not his forte.

"A double..." Blackheart was trying his best not to deadpan. Date? Was this boy for real?

"We'll see."

Blackheart had never been on a date. There were reasons for this. Mostly they involved the fact that he had spent his entire life in Hell. There wasn't much dating in Hell.

"Awesome." Andrew just grinned at Blackheart some more. He seemed to be studying the boy.

"So what do you really look like?" Andrew's research had so far failed to come up with any reference to his little sib, let alone a picture.

"Toothy." Blackheart smirked and stood back for a moment, and it might have seemed that he wasn't about to bother clarifying beyond that point at all.

Except that he did, all in a rush of blood-red eyes and fangs as his face seemed to melt away like cinders in a fire (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/Nanashigriff/Blackheart75copy.jpg), and he lunged forward with a sound that wasn't quite a scream and wasn't quite a roar.

He stopped short of actually biting Andrew's face off, of course. Killing the students here would only get him sent home, and he didn't want that.

His face smoothed back into its more human shape, and he took a step back again, looking about as smug as he felt.

"..." Andrew was speechless. He just stood there, blinking.

"..." Blackheart raised an eyebrow.

Excellent. He'd gone and broken the boy.

Perhaps this meant that he didn't have to pay for the light powder...

Finally, he very calmly said, "That was amazingly awesome. It was like CGI but real, you know? Like raw and evil and spontaneous and..."

Andrew took a deep breath, shook his head, and chuckled. "I'm so glad you're my friend. None of the demons back home where nearly as cool as you."

Like CGI, but real? Blackheart was pretty certain that this was intended to be some form of flattery. Even if, for the most part, he had no idea what Andrew was going on about.

He'd take it. Even if it went without saying that he was far more 'cool' than any of the demons back home.

"Of course."

Andrew felt the urge to hug is little brother, so he flung out his arms, stepped towards him, and attempted to do just that.

Blackheart had never been hugged in his life.

And so, when his 'big brother' had advanced on him, arms open wide, the demon really had no idea what in the world was going on. Simply that suddenly, there was a human with his arms wrapped around him, and it was not the end of the world, and he was very, very confused.

"Um."

Okay, so he wasn't hugging back, but that was fine with Andrew. It was a start.

Up close, Blackheart's scent was much more noticeable. It wasn't unpleasant, just different, and he could appreciate 'different'.

Andrew stepped back. "So is there anything else you were looking for today?"

Blackheart's eyes narrowed a little as he studied the boy. Clearly this was some sort of strange human ritual that he hadn't learned about in his own lifetime.

He'd file that away for future reference.

"I think the powder is enough at the moment," he decided, somewhat eager to leave, lest he wind up wrapped awkwardly in the arms of a human yet again. He was going to have to find out what in the world that gesture was supposed to be.

"Great." Andrew hopped over to the register and rang up the order. "Would you like a bag for that?"

"... Okay."

Humans were weird. Blackheart had no doubt about this whatsoever. He pulled out some money, eager to pay for the powder so that he could get back to plotting ways to torment his father with it.

Andrew took his money, gave him the correct change, and handed him his purchase.

"Thanks for shopping at the Magic Box."

He really did quite like his little brother.

Magic Box, Wednesday [ 09/12 ]

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