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WHO Chris Halliwell (

misconceived), Cole Turner (

devilsinthedetails)
WHAT An alternate ending to the story of a summoner and his summon. Or is this just the beginning?
WHEN During the fall when Chris is almost 20.
WHERE Lord Turner's estate.
WHY The Holy Order of Whitelighters just shouldn't be in charge of anything. Including having kids because Leo's a terrible dad.

There were a lot of things that paladins had to do as part of their duties to king and country. Maintaining the land and watching summoners were some of the most important, but they also needed to make peace with the lords, ladies and people of every corner of the kingdom to ensure their influence was spread wide as possible. One particular lord was extremely adamant about not allowing the Order of Whitelighters into his lands and it was becoming a common and tiring argument for the paladins to make a yearly appeal to allow them entrance.

However, this was Chris's first time being brought along for the useless mission. He had only this past summer been properly knighted after his expedited training ever since his fourteenth birthday, something people blamed on nepotism where Chris honestly blamed it on a guilty conscience pushing him too far in his training. Whatever the case, he was still considered a rookie by all the other full-fledged paladins and was still being stuck with the most menial of tasks while they hazed him for real. As if all those years of bending to their whims as a trainee wasn't enough. There was no room for him to complain, though, and he did the tasks set to him with no genuine bite behind them. This was all he was good for anymore, and he would at least make sure he could do it well enough to make Leo proud of his son in some meager way.

Knocking on the large ornate doors to the sitting room only briefly before allowing himself in, Chris announced himself easily. "Sir Wyatt," he said. "We've received missive from Sir Gideon that Lord Odin has signed himself if you have a moment to excuse yourself."

Without precedence, his attention was struggling to remain on Leo while he delivered the message. He couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn to the aggravated lord seated on the other end of the room. Something about him... something about him was commanding his full focus and it was making his gut crawl. Or were those butterflies? He had no idea what the feeling was, but all of a sudden it was as if the air was stolen from his lungs. What was going on?

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If there was one thing that Lord Cole Turner, madman of the western realm, hated more than anything, it was paladins. Controlling and manipulative, he could not stand them upon his lands and trying to exert control over what was rightfully his by birth. There was also the fact that Cole was no mere nobleman, but half-demon, powerful and monstrous and a thorn in the side of the Holy Order that graced his presence at the moment. The great demon Belthazor was who he also was, a threat that not even the greatest summoners of the past could stop.

So when it was time for the paladins to arrive to beg at his feet to be allowed residence in his lands as they did every year, he was bored and annoyed and wanted nothing more for them to leave and not bother him for another year. His head perked up at the young man who spoke instead of the usual paladin. There was a slight tug in his chest, an ache that had been familiar to him for years but now stronger than usual. He recognized the name he gave as the same as the paladin he was more familiar with. Father and son, perhaps? Interesting.

"And this missive would once again be a request to be allowed permission to work upon my lands alongside the summoners, correct?" Cole sat up from the slouch he was currently sitting in to look directly at Chris, blue eyes watching him carefully like a snake would watch a mouse, frightening and predatory. "If you think bringing in a new face would convince me to change my position on the matter, then you are sorely mistaken, but please do continue to try to explain your reasoning as to why I should allow your people to trample upon my land, Sir Wyatt."

It was very hard to concentrate. The stance that Turner took was supposed to be intimidating but there was no fear to be found in Chris, just a strange curiosity bubbling up into his throat that had no place in their situation. He knew who this was, there was no mystery to be had about him, but now that he was actually in the presence of Cole Turner there was something like stage fright and a need to prove himself worthy. He was acting like a teenager who didn't know how to be in polite company and he took a deep breath to force himself through it.

"I'm not privy to the information in the missive," he said. It was stilted because all of his manners were about to fly out the window and he couldn't pinpoint why any of this was happening. There was some kind of air in the room and it was distracting him beyond belief. "Only that it was important enough to interrupt this meeting and would have command of your attention. Personally speaking, however," he added, his boldness once again taking charge where his common sense feared to tread, "I believe you misunderstand the intention of the Order in wishing to make residence upon your lands. They wish only to act as intermediaries to the summoners who would visit your lands and promote peace at no threat to your interests or power."

All he could do while Chris talked was watch him, all his focus on the young man. Was he the one, the source of this ache in his chest and the longing that had plagued him for years? He wanted to walk over see if he felt the same way, felt this connection that was straining to happen out of nowhere. But he didn't, staying in his chair for a moment before rising from it and looking the part of the elegant nobleman looking down upon his lessers. He needed to get rid of the paladins so he could deal with this complication, but he knew they wouldn't leave until their business was done.

"It is not your place to guess at my reasoning for not allowing you and your peers residence in my lands, Sir Wyatt," he said, his tone staying cold and distant, but not nearly as angered as he was when he normally spoke to the paladins. "Deliver your missive to me and I will see to it that you get a reply as soon as possible so that you may leave."

Biting back the reply that he didn't want to leave, Chris dutifully stepped forward and retrieved the letter he had been entrusted. It was sealed with Lord Odin's personal emblem, a high regard to the man no one in the Order seemed to like one wit, and Chris couldn't fathom why. There was nothing else happening, at least nothing that Chris could detect, as he held the letter out for Turner to receive. "Here you are," he said quietly.

Leo, on the other hand, was watching like a hawk. He had been dealing with Cole Turner for a number of years now and could recognize that something was off about the encounter, not only for Turner was acting but his youngest son as well. There was a spark of life in him that had been missing for years yet it wasn't something Leo could easily place as to what had reignited it. Chris was obviously confused by it himself, and that only made Leo even more suspicious. Ever since his sigil had come in only half-formed and remained that way, Leo had been on diligent lookout for any signs of his son coming into his own or otherwise accepting the fact that something had gone wrong. In the middle of it all, there was a constant concern that it would make him more vulnerable to outside influences and magical interference.

Was that what was happening now?

"With our message delivered," Leo said carefully as he stood as well, "we should be grateful for you to read it in our presence to know that the offer was properly extended." His words seemed to snap Chris out of something and he was privately glad for it. His son took a step back and regained his stance, and Leo was definitely going to need to check on him in private later.

He was just as confused as Chris was about all of this, but he was much better at hiding it than the young paladin was. When he spoke quietly, a jolt seemed to run down Cole's spine and he reached out to take the letter, not pulling it away from his grasp so much as just holding it there are he was busy looking at him and wondering just what was with him and why he was feeling this way about him of all people. The ache and longing only seemed to get worse as Cole got closer to him and he was tempted to reach out and touch him.

Leo's words snapped him out of it and he noticed Chris stepping back and instinctively he followed, reaching out while tossing the letter aside. Paladin business could wait. This couldn't. He was frustrated and confused and angry and all he wanted to know was what was going on and why this was happening. "What are you doing to me?"

Grabbing Chris's wrist, something seemed to click into place and the ache and longing twisted into something warm and right that made him let out a laughing sob. This was what had been missing for all these years and Cole wondered briefly how he could stand it for so long when he was supposed to feel like this instead. He didn't notice that his form was starting to change, markings appearing on his body as his irises turned black and his ears became pointed. All that he could focus on was Chris, the other part of him that he didn't know was missing until right then.

That single point of contact was all they needed. Chris felt something like a shock run through his body and he couldn't help the flinch that rolled down his spine where clarity slammed into him all at once. He was left gasping for breath as he suddenly adjusted to the feeling of his summon connecting to him through their bond that had never been fully realized. It felt like his heart had finally started to pump, his lungs filling with fresh air, something making him alive again for the sheer force of its presence.

This was it. This was the connection everyone had told Chris about, the moment where things became real and you were ready to take on the world. Staring up at Cole, there was no surprise for the form he was taking; that was right, too. Everything was exactly in place as it should have been and the relief was so stark and powerful that Chris merely pushed forward and wrapped his arms around Cole to keep him close. It had been nearly six years apart and the absence had made his heart grow more than fond.

"It's you," he said in awe and disbelief. All of his senses confirmed what he knew to be true, but his mind was revolting against the impossibility laid out before him. "You're mine?"

The moment Chris put his arms around him, Cole responded by moving one arm up to go behind Chris and place his hand on the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair and holding him close while his other hand instinctively went between them to be placed on the spot where Chris's sigil was located. Now that they were close and connected, Cole felt complete, like there had been a piece of him missing and only now had it finally been put back together. It was wonderful and amazing and he was so happy that they had found each other, all thoughts about what had been going on beforehand gone from his mind.

"I'm yours and you're mine. My summoner," he breathed into his ear gently, his voice filled with wonder and joy. It took a moment for him to realize the significance of what he said, that he was now a summon and that this was his summoner, and if it had been any other situation, he would have been furious at this change in his life, but all he could feel about it now was happiness and nothing but love for the person who completed him at his core.

Chris couldn't help the gasp at the hand on his sigil. It was like he could feel the difference even if it was only skin deep, the fact that it had finally formed completely now that he had properly made contact with his summon. He was having trouble understanding what had actually happened, why now and why this, but the fact that he had finally found his summon was something to be celebrated and his heart was soaring just at finally, finally having a sliver of proof that perhaps he wasn't broken as a person.

Breathing deeply, Chris pressed his nose to Cole's neck and tried to hold on tighter. There was nothing to be done but just sit in his presence for as long as he could, such a simple thing that was completely overdue thousands of times over. This connection was theirs and it was just as great, if not better, than what his family had told him about coming to know their summons. "My summon," he echoed. "You found me."

Despite his wishes, the moment was shattered almost instantly.

"Get the hell away from my son!" Leo stood, moving to pull Chris away from Cole as quickly as he could. Something had obviously gone wrong here, Turner becoming something inhuman and luring Chris in. Them being a proper summoner/summon pair wasn't possible because his son didn't have a summon connected to him, there was no two ways about it after so long of not being able to draw the creature in. "Chris, come here. Please."

At the moment, all Cole wanted to do was stay there and make up for lost time. They had years of being together and bonding to catch up on and Cole was definitely willing to start on that now. Of course, he wouldn't have the chance to do that now. When Leo shouted, Cole held onto Chris protectively and he turned his head towards Leo, looking close to furious that he was interfering in their moment like that.

"Stay away from him, paladin," he snarled angrily at Leo, the appearance of his summon form not helping his cause. Cole wasn't going to let Leo take away from summoner when he had just found him. "He's my summoner and you have no right to get between us."

They were pulling at opposite ends. Chris hunched his shoulders and pulled away just enough to see Leo for himself, suddenly torn between staying with his summon and obeying his father out of pure instinct. This wasn't a good position and Chris wished he could make them get along so their moment would be left in peace, but that wasn't going to happen. "Dad," he said plainly. "Dad, this is it. This is my summon, he's right here."

"Chris," Leo said, jaw clenched as he stopped moving. Being belligerent and physically pulling Chris away could result in hurting his son and that wasn't what he wanted. All of his anger was radiating out toward Cole, and his protective instincts were on full blast for Chris. Knowing summoners as well as he did, Leo couldn't blame Chris at all for being taken in but this was what the paladins were for. Protecting summoners from dangers they couldn't understand. "He's not your summon. You don't have one, remember? Please, just step away and we'll talk about this."

Flinching quietly, Chris huddled into himself. One hand slipped away from Cole's back while the other clenched tighter after a moment of painful hesitation. His summon was with him now, but his father was right, too. Chris didn't have a summon. He couldn't reconcile the thoughts but somehow they were both true in that instance. "We don't need to talk," he said softly.

"He has a summon and that's me," Cole growled as he moved to place himself between Chris and Leo. This was why he hated paladins. It was the controlling and acting like summoners couldn't be trusted to interact with demons that bothered him. This paladin couldn't even trust his son, who was trained a paladin, to think for himself now that he was revealed as a summoner. That infuriated him more than anything else about this. "Don't you dare try to pull us apart now that we've finally found each other just because you can't stand me."

"You should know your son pretty well, right paladin?" Cole takes a moment to stare down Leo with his inhuman eyes before he grabs at his own clothes and starts tearing off his coat, shirt, and vest, removing the top half of his clothes until his torso is bare and reveals not only the marks on his face extending down his body, but also a summon sigil on his abdomen, the exact same one Chris has in the same spot. "I am his summon. We share the sigil and we all know that this isn't something that can be faked."

When Cole moved between himself and Leo and began to strip down, Chris was forced to let go. He couldn't understand why his father was so reticent about him finally locating his summon. There were a few things that didn't make sense, actually, but this was the big one and the highest priority at the moment. The fact that Cole was a person rather than a creature brought down to the mortal plane was somehow not at the top of the list in comparison. Curiosity raged and Chris reached out to tug his summon's arm until he could see the sigil for himself. It was one of the most amazing sights he had ever laid eyes on, his sigil imprinted upon his summon as inarguable evidence to their link. The body it was imprinted upon wasn't shabby either, but his attention was focused solely on that mark shared between them.

He reached out to touch it, when Leo interrupted once more. "Chris, don't," he warned. That they were a proper pair was baffling, but there were more important things to take care of right then. Such as the fact that Chris was obviously tied to a demon, because how else was Turner able to exist on their plane before the contract had been finalized? There was no way Leo would let any of his family fall prey to demons. "You have to trust me. This is dangerous, and we need to go. Figure out what's happening."

Hesitating, Chris pulled his hand back and stepped away from them both. He bit at his lip, clearly struggling for control of himself and the situation where everything was spiraling out of anyone's control. His mind was awash with things new and old, the mental link all summoners shared with their summons and try as he might to understand how to properly utilize it, his confusion and longing and loyalty to Leo were all mixed up and simply pouring out of him. "This isn't dangerous," he asserted. "It's not. We just... we just took a while to get to each other. He's mine, he's always been mine. Right?" He looked in askance to Cole, not sure if he was looking for support or merely confirmation for what he had begun to doubt.

It was frustrating having Leo constantly interrupting what should be the bonding between a summon and his summoner and Cole was about ready to do some magic to silence Leo long enough for him and Chris to truly connect before they had to deal with the panicking paladin father, but he knew that would anger Leo more and cause him to take away his summoner before he could truly find out if he was an acceptable summon and every fiber of his being needed to know if Chris accepted him, wanted him as his summon despite having been unable to find him for so long.

When Chris stepped away, Cole followed and reached out to grab Chris's hand and press it against Cole's sigil, gasping lightly at how it felt to have Chris, his summoner, touch the mark that connected them at every level. It was like a fire spreading out from the contact and he wanted more, but he knew Leo was going to interrupt them again. He had interrupted everything thus far.

At Chris's words, Cole got close and pressed his forehead against Chris's, closing his eyes and feeling the link between them and sending nothing but emotions of love and want and need, all with an undercurrent of desire threaded out through everything else. This was who he was supposed to be with. This was his summoner and he was a summon. This was how things were meant to be and he could feel that deep inside himself. "I've always been yours, even if I didn't know it. I felt you calling and I didn't know where to go. I'm so sorry, my summoner. I've caused you so much pain."

At the focus, the attention and the share of the emotions, Chris gasped. Touching the sigil and feeling his summon's mind brush against his own, it was the sort of clarity one only achieved in a dream. It couldn't have been real and yet Chris felt down to his bones that this was how it should have been all along. Someone who had been waiting on the other side of this link for so long to feel this way about Chris. Regret soon flooded through him and he made himself break away completely. It was nothing short of monumental will power that allowed him to disengage, because they had to. There was no choice of sticking together with Leo chomping at the bit to separate them until they all understood what had happened.

"It's not your fault," he assured. It felt hollow, sounded hollow, everything was already trying to close in on him. He had to keep himself set apart long enough to appease Leo because Chris was going to come back for Cole. He couldn't bear the thought of letting him down after feeling such pure and humbling intention from his summon. "It isn't your fault. But I... we have to go." That hurt. It was hurting, but he tried to let himself work on automatic to make sure he could go through with it. "This isn't something anyone expected to happen... so we have to go and report it."

When Chris took another step away, Leo moved forward and placed a hand on his arm comfortingly. Chris sighed long and shaky before he shrugged Leo's hand away and they shared a look. There was so much more to it than that, but it didn't matter what excuse they would use. They were still going to be apart and there was no two ways around it. Turning only once he was sure Chris would follow, Leo murmured, "Let's go."

For a moment, Cole couldn't understand what was going on. The feeling of regret he got from Chris confused him and then Chris pulled away confirmed things. He was leaving. His summoner was leaving him. The assurances that it wasn't his fault did nothing as instinct told him that this was his fault and that his summoner was leaving him because he couldn't find him all those years ago. This had to be his fault because there was no other reason why he would leave.

"No, no, no," he cried out as he watched Chris head back over to Leo, to the paladin that was taking his summoner away from him. Cole wrapped his arms around himself in a hug as if to hold himself together while his mind was falling apart. "Please don't leave me, not after we just found each other. I'll be a better summon for you, I promise. I'll do anything. Just don't leave."

But it wasn't enough and all Cole could do was watch as Chris and Leo left and when they were out of sight, Cole fell to his knees and screamed, an inhuman sound of anguish echoing all through his estate and loud enough to be heard even outside of it. The scream ended after a couple minutes and he collapsed on the floor completely, curling into a ball as he returned to his human state and started to cry. His summoner was gone and it was all his fault.

It was enough to make Chris stop in his tracks. That feeling of abandonment and failure, the sound of his summon taking the rejection at full force, there was nothing else Chris could do but stop. He turned, ready to go back as quickly as he could, but Leo took his arm and started to pull him away. It was a blind reaction, but Chris began to send as much reassurance and pain at the parting as he could to Cole through the link. This wasn't the end, he wouldn't let it be the end.

Still, the paladins wouldn't let him return to Cole. Chris quickly realized they had no intention of letting them reunite no matter how hard he fought for the right every other summoner was granted without question. Soon after he came to that conclusion, he retreated and focused on nothing else aside from prodding at the link to try and console his forlorn summon, and to figuring out a way to be with him.

Chance seemed to favor him for once in his life. In the dead of night, the paladins lost some of their edge. They had plans to return Chris home and then continue on to the capital to figure out where they would go from there with the unusually upsetting circumstances, but they wouldn't move until the next day. With Chris having been so otherwise shellshocked to their eyes and difficult to break out of his focus, they left him with only a single pair of eyes outside of his room at the local inn. Breaking out was pathetically easy and Chris ran the entire way back to the estate as soon as he was in the clear.

Once he got there, he hesitated at the doorstep. It was only a momentary, brief pause but enough to revel in his own pain and the understanding that he probably wasn't worthy of the summon he was about to confront. Chris had left him and was about to crawl his way back, and he truly didn't deserve the chance to even face Cole again. Yet the pull was too strong and he was banging on the door soon enough. "Cole! Lord Turner, please," he said, powerful but unable to hide his misgivings in his voice. "It's me. It's Chris. Let me in."

The reassurances through the link eventually got through to Cole and he was shaken out of his despair. He still thought of himself as a failure, but now there was hope that he could prove himself to his summoner, that he could be the summon he deserved after everything. The paladins were now his source of anger and with his mind clearer, he knew that they were the ones behind separating him and his summoner and they would pay. Whatever damage he caused as Belthazor would be nothing compared to the chaos he would rain down on them as a summon for taking his summoner away from him.

He didn't really expect anybody to show up in the middle of the night, so when he heard banging on the door, he teleported to the entryway with a dagger in hand, which he soon put down on a table when he heard Chris's voice. Opening the door as fast as he could, he didn't say a thing as he grabbed Chris, pulled him inside, slammed the door closed behind him, and then pinned Chris against the door as he kissed him desperately, pouring all of his joy and love and relief through their link as he did.

"You came back," he said when he finally pulled away, his tone showing just how overjoyed he is that Chris was there. Cole then grabbed Chris's hands and started to lead him further into the estate until they got to a much smaller sitting room that was only lit by the fireplace. He then took Chris over to a small couch and sat down, looking at him as if he was the most important thing in the world to him. "Thank you for giving me a second chance."

That reception was utterly unexpected, and Chris was stunned from all of the positivity Cole still felt for him even as he stood in shock at the kiss. This was not how summoners and summons were supposed to work their relationship and while Chris didn't know how to think about it yet, he couldn't deny it was nothing short of completely endearing to be received so lovingly. He didn't really shake from his stupor until they were in the sitting room, Cole's words sinking in and surprising him.

"Giving you the second chance?" he breathed softly. That wasn't the way it should be, not after Chris left Cole with nary an explanation or an apology for it. He was a summoner who couldn't even find his summon after six years of him waiting and then he made himself walk away again. How could Cole still think there was anything worthy about him? "No, I should be thanking you. I left you. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear. Please forgive me."

Seeing that his kiss left Chris in a daze as they walked made Cole smile. He wasn't sure how the relationship between summoners and summons worked, but considering Chris wasn't telling him that this was wrong, then he'd keep going this way and figure how exactly this was supposed to work between them. Cole didn't want to do wrong by his summoner, not with how much it had hurt seeing Chris leave him behind earlier that day.

"I forgive you," Cole said as he pulled Chris into a hug, face pressed against his neck and breathing in the scent of his summoner as he changed back into his summon form. There was nothing to forgive Chris for, but he said it anyway, sending overflowing positive emotions through the link. One hand reached down to slide under Chris's shirt and stroke the sigil gently, having not had the chance to really touch it beforehand. "We didn't have the chance to be properly introduced earlier. Why don't we fix that?"

There was a moment where tension just began to bleed out of Chris as they slotted back into place. He tilted his head to lean it against Cole while they simply sat in each other's presence, one hand going to rest on Cole's leg while the other wrapped around his summon's back to hold him close. His instincts were rusty and what he had been taught growing up seemed so distant now, but he understood that this was right. No matter what form this ended up taking, them being was right. No one would ever convince him otherwise. At the hand on his sigil, he practically melted against Cole where he could give that vulnerability freely and let his summon's presence keep him safe.

"Okay," he agreed. That made sense. It was kind of odd because they obviously knew each others' names by now, but on the other hand it was a good way to make this feel more real and official and nothing like the utter mess their actual connecting moment had been — earlier that day, or even six years ago. "My name is Christopher Wyatt, a member of the Holy Order of Whitelighters meant to protect summoners—" He paused, surprising himself. It had been so long since he'd given up the heritage his mother had left for him that being something else, something less and yet more than he had deserved, had become natural to him. Now with his summon here and a confirmation of all the things he had thought wouldn't be his, maybe it was time to reconsider. "Or... maybe I'm just Chris Halliwell now."

This felt right, just being there with Chris. It was comfortable and familiar and safe and all Cole wanted was to stay with Chris like this for as long as he possibly could, even though he knew distantly that it wasn't going to last. With how the paladin had reacted to them connecting, Cole knew that this was a momentary reprieve until they had to be separated again. They needed to find a way to be able to stay together for good and until that happened, they were going to be forced to endure the pain of separation more.

"Chris Halliwell," he murmured softly, trying out how the name sounded to him, a hint of awe in his voice. He knew of the Halliwells just as much as anyone did, the family of summoners who were like nobility to their kind. To be the summon to one of them was an honor and Cole definitely didn't feel like he deserved such an honor, not when he was what he was. "It's a pleasure and an honor to meet you. I am Cole Turner, son of Benjamin Turner, the lord of these lands, and your father was right to call me dangerous because I am also a demon."

"Demon?" asked Chris. That was almost enough to make him stop up short and try to pull away. He didn't, but it was a close thing because there was no reason for Cole to lie to him and yet Chris had never heard of demons as anything but folklore and hearsay. They weren't actual creatures belonging to the magical plane so much as creations of scared people who couldn't understand the nature of beings beyond their own frame of reference. At least, that was what he had been taught for all of his life. Demons and angels and magic attuned to any sort of moral alignment was all a coping mechanism, not anything that actually existed.

Now his own summon was claiming to be a creature no more than fairy tale and Chris wasn't sure what to believe. If magical creatures were susceptible to such foibles as humanly inherent as good or evil, then what did that mean for the people who became attached to them through an ages-old contract to maintain peace? What did that mean for the balance every summoner strived to maintain? He made sure his confusion was obvious, not wanting to hide anything or make his next statement seem like a rejection when he said, "You can't be a demon."

While Chris didn't pull away, Cole did and turned to look at the fire. Chris might not have wanted it to be taken like a rejection or a denial, but Cole took it as one and slight misery crept out onto the link. He knew he should have waited before telling Chris this part about himself, but he didn't want to keep secrets from his summoner if he didn't have to, though he was really reconsidering that now that this was out in the open. He really didn't deserve to be Chris's summon.

"I am one, but it's not--I'm not--you won't--" he sighed and ran his hands through his hair as he tried to word this right. Cole didn't want Chris to hate him for something he could change. "Demons aren't exactly exactly the nicest spirits in the realm, I'll admit, but that doesn't mean that they're--we're--like the stories. I won't hurt you. You're my summoner. I love you too much to want to hurt you in any way."

When Cole pulled away, Chris couldn't help but close his eyes for a moment to try and really sort his thoughts out. This wasn't how he meant for this to go. They were at two different angles and passing each other by without even making contact at this rate, and it was a difficult thing to figure out how he was even supposed to clarify what he meant without making things worse. Taking Cole's face in his hands, Chris turned his attention back onto him.

"That's not what I meant," Chris said slowly. "I don't care what you are, I trust you and you're mine. You'll always be mine. But... demons are fairy tales," he said, voice unsure but message hopefully clear. Summoners were the most educated humans on the planet when it came to matters of magical creatures, practices and habits. As much as the paladins knew, summoners passed down even more just within their family lines and each other. If what Chris was raised to know as truth wasn't right, then... what did that mean? He couldn't wrap his head around it. "Creations of human society to make sense of behaviors they don't understand."

Edited 2015-02-14 09:51 (UTC)

For a moment, Cole looked into Chris's eyes and listened to what he was saying. There was something not right about all of this and from what he could get from their link, Chris firmly believed every single word he was saying. Cole wasn't going to force the issue and instead of immediately responding, he went back into his hug and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before he nuzzled his neck and sighed lightly against the smooth skin. It was a nice comfort to have physical contact after being separated.

"If you don't care, then it doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm your summon now," Cole responded. The demon topic could be left for another time when they weren't reeling over being together for the first time. Right now, all Cole wanted to do was finish what had been interrupted earlier, his attempts to show off for his summoner and know for sure if he was truly acceptable to Chris. "Do you want to see your sigil again on me?"

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