World Refugees Final Mix

He turned his head slightly, peering at Aria and Pancake through his sunglasses. Amused by their suspicious glances, he gave a little smirk and a small wave.

Other than that, he didn't do anything.

From:

Aria did not like that smirk but, she wasn't about to start any hostilities. She grumbled something mostly unintelligible about dream hares.

"Do you often wave at people who look at you like you might be plotting something?" she asked, fully aware that she lacked anything resembling a poker face.

From:

"Yes," he replied amiably in a hard to identify accent, resting back on his elbows. "What can I say? I like it when pretty girls give me their attention."

From:

Greeaat, one of those. "I'm sure Pancake would appreciate the compliment if she wasn't afraid of you for whatever reason." She obviously wasn't taking the compliment at face value.

From:

A full blown smile appeared on his face now and he laughed, throwing his head back in amusement. A few people turned at the laugh, not because of its suddenness but something else entirely. Some people's stares lasted longer than what was normal. There was something subtle in the air around him, something that demanded attention.

"I wasn't talking about the rabbit, and you know it," he said brightly, unaffected by her brushed-off reply.

From:

Aria frowned uncertainly. "Of course. It would be weird if you were." Curiosity was probably the only thing keeping her from making some kind of excuse to leave.

From:

Song was out for a walk between magic lessons and her own studies, when she spotted Aria, Pancake, and a stranger. She might have said 'hi' and passed on by, but it was the same thing which had made Aria pause that caught her attention as well. Something was up with the Pancake.

It might have been nothing. Animals could be weird like that... but Song was curious now.

"Hey Aria. New friend?"

From:

The man tilted his head to the side. "Then why make a point to turn the conversation to the poor thing?" His tone was still teasing.

He spotted Song before she even noticed them. His eyes narrowed just slightly, but were still hidden behind his sunglasses. His smile, though, never wavered. "Ah, it must be my lucky day."

From:

Aria shrugged. "No particular reason."

Then she noticed Song. "It's a bit early to call him a friend," she deadpanned.

From:

Song tilted her head, looking from Aria to the stranger and back.
"Is he bothering you?" she asked neutrally.

From:

"So you say pointless things just to hold a conversation," he asked slyly, crossing his arms. "I wonder if I should be flattered."

He lowered his sunglasses just slightly at Song's comment, his eyes a very familiar shade of electric blue. "I don't think I'm bothering anyone. Just being polite."

From:

She shrugged again. "It was amusing, at least." She ignored his wondering.

"Not bothered. Just haven't even gotten around to introductions yet."

From:

Song, of course, was completely distracted by that flash of blue. It was impossible not to recognize, but so unexpected that she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.

She made a vague noise at Aria's answer, but didn't take her eyes off the stranger.

"Well... I'm Song, this is Aria, and this may be a very strange question, but could you take off your sunglasses, sir?" It never hurt to ask politely.

From:

"Now amusement I can understand," the man said again, still smiling as if nothing was wrong. "Though I usually prefer something else to occupy my time."

He turned his head slightly towards Song. "I never refuse a lady who asks something of me so politely." He removed the sunglasses, tucking them into the collar of his coat. He looked back at the two of them, a very faint glow in his supernaturally blue eyes. The odd sense in the air that seemed to surround him grew more pronounced the moment he slipped the glasses off.

From:

Aria wasn't sure she wanted to know what the something else was. She was distracted from thinking about it when he removed his sunglasses. That glow was definitely not normal and she was surprised when the odd sense grew.

She just watched him warily for now, unsure what to say.

From:

Song's eyebrows went up. Well, that was interesting.

".... I know two others with eyes like yours," she said quietly.

From:

He winked at Aria, unaffected by her sudden unease. The electric pressure in the air increased.

Song's words, however, seemed to alert something in him other than the playful flirting. He sat up just a little bit straighter at her mention of "two". "Oh? What are the odds?" He climbed to his feet, brushing off nonexistent snow on his coat. "And here I thought my astounding good looks were rare."

Somehow, though, he didn't seem too concerned, as if he were almost expecting Song's reply.

From:

She rested a hand on her hip, smirking faintly. Dealing with demons had not been included in her plans for the day, but as it seemed to be one of her favorite activities, she was willing to change her schedule....

"Rare, but not unique. Though I admit, I never expected to meet another. You are an incubus, or something similar, aren't you?"

From:

Well, that explained Pancake's reaction. It was actually less worrying than other possible reasons. She was still wary and still didn't have anything to say.

From:

He seemed amused at Aria's silence, but didn't remark on it just yet.

"Well, I suppose you would know," he said to Song, chuckling. "You've been with one recently. Hopefully not my sister though - she's terribly fickle around mortal women."

From:

Song blushed at his words, but wasn't entirely surprised. It just seemed logical that he'd be able to sense some energy signature or demonic 'scent' on her if it was left by one of his own kind.

"Josiah is certainly not your sister, though his companion can be 'fickle around mortal women'. I would assume it's a common trait among succubi, however."

From:

Aria was beginning to feel awkward since she hadn't said anything in a while. Of course it didn't help that she still didn't know what to say.

From:

He grinned at Song's blush, leaning against the railing. "Not many people can say that they've lived through an encounter of our kind." He shook his head at mention of the succubus. "Well, I adore my sister, but she is a trifle stubborn."

He turned his attention to Aria. "More comfortable with a one-on-one conversation?"

From:

"No actually. I just don't have anything to add about the current subject," Aria answered neutrally.

From: