Coffee with a Demon (Nicholaus/open)

[maddie]

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Madison had thought it was a weird set of events the past few days. She had met some interesting people in this place and she wondered why in the world her cousins would choose to move here in the first place. She then realized a lot of it was because of jobs. She also hadn’t told any of them about her meeting with the vampire Spike, and she knew that if she did that they would freak out and kill her, well Gabriel before her. She laughed at the thought. She knew he would let them do it too.

Maddie continued to walk down the street. She had only been in the town square a few times, never at it alone. She was still the paranoid prophet with an archangel who seemed to find everything funny, and who she could never get a hold of on her phone. That was sort of unnerving.

Maddie walked around hearing her nice Harley Davidson boots making noises as she hit the pavement. She smiled when she looked into the window of an art store. Sure, drawing was still her passion even though that’s how she records her visions, which she always wasn’t so fond of. The young girl opened the door and went in. the first thing that had caught her eye was a nice hard cover black sketchbook. She knew that she would need a new one sooner or later since the one she had was almost filled up.

Maddie picked it up and brought it over to the cashier and paid of it with Kaitlyn’s charge card. She exited the store and looked around. There was a small café across the road and she decided that she would just hand out there for some time, start doodling as always. She didn’t have any home work assignments so she didn’t have anything to worry about, school wise. Maddie had ordered herself a coffee from inside and took it out to sit down at one of the nice tables that they had outside.

Maddie took out her old sketchbook and flipped it open, automatically landing on Spike’s picture she had drawn the other night. She wondered what he was up to…probably sleeping since it was day, almost night. The sun was just starting to go down, but it would be another few hours or so before it would be dark. She flipped the page and started to draw the young girl that she had seen earlier, and another man, who she believed was just like her.

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[nicholaus]

There was beauty in imperfection. Sweet and subtle hints where cracks made you more unique than a snowflake. Or a zebra’s stripes. Or just a fingerprint. Nicholaus loves finding those cracks and turning them into an abyss when he had the chance. An opportunity always awaited him when he gained a new patient or client. The demon had his wits about him and often let people seek him out rather than go looking for trouble like most others might.

He had a reputation however and that couldn’t be scuffed. That didn’t mean he couldn’t go out and meet new people or anything. Which was exactly what he was doing today in fact. Not his first day on the town, but more or less just as interesting as the week had been either way. More specifically in Richmond where it wasn’t as busy as New York or Dallas or Detroit, but it would offer enough insight into the workings of the town itself. Not even a few days into the Richmond area and Nicholaus knew there were wolves, vampires and other fair lurkers around, but they were not who he was interested in.

Humans were plenty obviously. He’d start there and work his way in. With the way he was dressed however, it might be a little difficult. Black hair hung in his pale face, a pair of sunglasses hiding his red eyes, his body dressed in a long, black trench coat and black suit with a black shirt and a red tie to complete the outfit. He didn’t look very approachable after all, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t meet someone if he spread his charm around a bit.

He made his way from the door and over to the counter to order a coffee. Which he received it in less than a minute and paid for it. He turned and brought himself to a table which no one was sitting at outside, placing his newspaper down and sitting. He knew he was getting strange looks of course. The day was hotter than it should have been and he looked dressed for a blustery day. He knew that’s what people were thinking, but he paid no mind to it. Somewhere in this establishment, there was someone who would catch his ultimate interest.

He picked up the coffee cup carefully and brought it to his lips. A gentle breeze blew across the steamy surface before he let himself take in a little sip of his beverage. But across from him say a young woman and a sketchbook as she so nicely placed upon the table a few moments earlier. And for but a moment, his crimson eyes hid behind the lenses of the shaded sun glasses that rested upon his face. Then they merely glanced at her face as he sat up. Usually, it wasn't his place to point out talent or such things, but how often could he say he ever saw someone sitting in front of him with a sketch book of some sort? He looked at his paper and spoke up quietly, blinking and keeping his eyes hidden from view.

"Not to be rude... But it's quite intriguing to see someone with talent these days. Someone who displays it in front of such ordinary people like myself." he stated, looking over the top edge of his newspaper.

[maddie]

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Maddie continued to sketch lightly on the pad. There were a lot of things that were running through her mind right now, like the constant worrying of Gabriel being MIA, her cousins, Kaitlyn especially, who seemed to be extremely angry with everyone lately. She had a huge fit in the kitchen this morning. Maddie looked at her phone that she had placed on top of the table. She had a new text message from her older cousin Becky telling her not to be late. She sent one back to her.

Maddie put her phone back down and she started sketching again. She looked up and over to a young man who had started talking to her. He complimented her drawings in such an odd fashion. She smiled and shethensaid “intriguing?” Maddie asked him confused. She thought about his words again and thought that it may have been a compliment. She was already starting to get the paranoia back. She started tapping her right foot, it was something small that she did when she was nervous. She always seemed to have that uneasy feeling.

Maddie took a sip of the coffee she had gotten and she put it down. She looked at him, observing. He was dressed in all dark clothing, holding a news paper. He wore dark sunglasses over his eyes as well. That made her a little more paranoid. She picked up her phone again to check to see if Becky had texted her back but nothing.

Maddie had taken off her jean jacket and draped it over the back of her chair. She took another sip of her coffee and she looked down at the sketchbook. She had the face of the man done but nothing else. She looked back up at the young man again. This wasn’t the most awkward thing that had ever happened. The most awkward thing that had ever happened was when she had hit Spike in the face with her sketchbook.

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[nicholaus]

Nicholaus watched from over the top of the paper for her reaction. He honestly wasn’t the sort to just all of a sudden talk to someone. But he was a muse. Artistic talent interested him. Though poetry and theatre was his favorite most of all, drawing and music still had a place in his heart. So he couldn’t help but comment when he had caught a glimpse of her talent being displayed. Did she do this in public for a reason? For recognition? Because some other soul might come along and compliment on her drawing. Perhaps to make her feel better. And to make others admire her talent and wish they had it for themselves.

She had answered a text and put her phone down before he had said something. Her reaction was common, but instantly, he saw her demeanor change a little. Paranoia perhaps? Well he didn’t blame her. With how he looked and spoke, he caused uneasy feelings most of the time with humans often when he didn’t mean to. He might be a demon, but he wasn’t rude and he wasn’t such a monster to attack what he found interesting. His crimson eyes still remained hidden as he spoke, giving a slight nod in advance. “I myself don’t have that much of a talent for drawing.” he spoke as he looked at her. That was a lie. He was a muse. He inspired or possessed talent unwillingly, but he was only making conversation.

He picked up his coffee cup and took a slight sip from it before continuing his words. “You are an artist, are you not? You can draw. You have a talent. You show it in public, which isn’t a bad thing at all, mind you. But this world and its surroundings are so full of distractions and noise, you would only expect most would express themselves in their own setting. Like a home or apartment or classroom. But the ability to tune out everything and let your pencil hit the paper… That is what I find interesting… May I see what you’re drawing?” he asked, sitting up a little straighter.

[maddie]

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Maddie looked back at him when he said that he didn’t have talent for drawing. She some times wondered why people talked to her, but realized that they do because Kaitlyn isn’t here to scare them away. She looked back to her drawing then to the young man again and laughed at his next statement. “haha, house. Good one. I come here to escape the noise.” She shook her head. “I have a very hot headed cousin and all she does sometimes is yell. The house I live in is probably the loudest on the block.” Maddie then said. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Kaitlyn, she loved her. The two were best friends, knew everything about one another and sometimes Kaitlyn getting angry was funny but lately it wasn’t the funny angry it was the ‘run away or you’ll get killed’ angry.

“I don’t show it in public how you think I do. I am not a narcissist. Its here because its all I could find that’s quiet enough for me to work on it.” Maddie then took another sip of her coffee. She looked at him oddly when he asked to see it. She shrugged and handed him the sketch pad of all her dreams, of all of her visions, well some of them anyway. There were some, like the picture of Spike, that weren’t from a dream or vision. She had two or three that were drawings of Gabriel, who loved to pose for a drawing when ever he could. She also recalled doing a group drawing of her cousins but she couldn’t remember if they were in that one or another. Her room was full of them.

“so by the way you are talking I am assuming your some sort of psychologist.” Maddie came to that conclusion. The prophetess wasn’t stupid. She had taken several psychology classes to see if she could read Gabriel but he was a whole different world of crazy. Maddie took in a deep breath when her head started hurting again. It was random, the pain and she knew why. The angels weren’t very consistent anymore with visions. She wondered if others like her were having this problem too. It was sort of annoying.

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[nicholaus]

He only watched and listened and didn’t speak when she spoke. She looked to her drawing and started talking and thus the demon kept his mouth shut as if it had been sewn together. Humans were fascinating creatures and sometimes, he wondered what it would be like just to live eighty years or so, grow old and die. To have friends and go through life with all the worries a normal person would have. Bills. Stress. Relationships. But he was far beyond his years to accomplish any of that. So he coveted himself in his subjects and in a way, understood what their life was like by listening to their problems.

But in this case, he was merely making conversation that could probably blossom into something a little more interesting. And she laughed at his comment and told him she escaped the noise of her own home. Interesting. Now they were starting to get somewhere. But he didn’t open his mouth just yet. He merely gave her an understanding nod. She continued to carry on the conversation however. When she brought up being a narcissist, his expression merely changed slightly and he had to speak up. “I never said you were. I was merely pointing out a fact… You are like the painters in Paris, setting up their easels and their paints in a bridge or along the streets to paint a neutrally relaxing scene. You have tolerance to keep distractions from getting the best of you. That’s what I was implying.”

He sat there, still like a drawing of himself before she handed him the sketch pad. He placed his paper down and the coffee cup before taking the drawing pad. He carefully flipped through the pages as he looked over her lines and the overall picture. She was talented. He nodded slightly when she asked her question, keeping his head elevated enough so she couldn’t see his eyes at all. “In fact… I am. You’re extremely observant.. And talented by the way..” he sat there and looked at the picture of Spike and then to the next few of Gabriel. He blinked and lifted his head towards her, holding her sketch pad out for her to take.

“Do you take classes or does that come naturally to you without instruction?” he asked, though he caught a glimpse of pain in her eyes. Physical pain. “Are you alright?” he asked, staring at her a little harder.

[maddie]

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Maddie listened to him and she nodded to him just point out the fact that she was here. She merely shrugged when he said that she didn’t let distractions get the best of her. It was true. She never did. Maybe that’s why she was always so jumpy, why she had hit Spike when he snuck up on her, why she always jumped when people snuck up on her or decided it would be funny to jump out from behind a door and scare her. It also didn’t help that her father was a demon. “Sometimes I am like that. I guess it all depends where I am and who I am with.” She said truthfully.

Madison watched him go through her sketchpad. She still had that strange feeling like he was someone she should stay away from , someone who couldn’t be trusted at all. She looked back at the paper and she then took it back when he had handed it to her. “Kind of have to be.” Maddie replied to him about the part of her being observant. She was a prophet without a guardian so to speak. Raphael, so she was told, was too busy with a war that was going on, heaven’s civil war against another angel Castiel. She was also told by Gabriel that the other angels are just as lost and confused and are not really doing anything, so a lot of prophets on earth aren’t fully being protected. That sort of scared Maddie. At least she was good friends with the archangel that went rogue, well not rogue but left heaven because of his older brothers who kept fighting.

“I have always been able to draw but that’s what I am going to school for. Classes are easy.” Maddie shrugged to him. She never really paid any attention to classes at school, she was always just doodling or texting which was something that you would see a lot of people in her classes doing, well if not all of the people in her classes. Maddie looked up at him and she nodded. “yeah its something I have lived with since I was fifteen. I will be fine.” Maddie wondered how long she could live like this before her brain really was burned and there was nothing left. She hated the visions sometimes. She hated angels sometimes.

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[nicholaus]

Her answer was a good one and he nodded to it. It did depend where she was ad who she was with. He knew quite well that he did his best work in his home office with certain individuals. He didn’t make hose calls unless direly necessary. And he refused to have an office in a separate building. It would make him uncomfortable and unable to do what he was supposed to do. So he understood her answer quite well. So there was no need to answer or make any other comment. That part of their conversation was over and now it got into other things. He almost smiled at her little comment after he told her she was very observant.

“In this day and age, one has to be observant. It’s wonderful you already are. You’re a step ahead of the rest I take it.” he commented and sat there quietly, sitting a little straighter however because it was far more comfortable than slouching. He only took her as a human. He didn’t have the senses to know she really was a prophet. Angels, demons, werewolves and vampires were easier for him to spot with only a look or a smell. But witches, warlocks, prophets, or slayers were far harder for him to figure out. They looked and smelled human. And their magic didn’t cross him.

But he had to wonder if she knew she was sitting across from a demon. One that could seduce her mind into suicide if she had but one little negative thought. One little thing he could work off of and turn it into a depression that she wouldn’t ever find her way out of. Except through death.. However, he tended to go for the rude or selfish. Like celebrities or those that thought they were God’s gift to all mankind. She was but a simple young woman. Artist. Good conversation. Polite. Not a target the demon would take any enjoyment out of going after. He laced his fingers in his lap and watched her where he sat.

“You go to school locally? A community college perhaps?” she didn’t seem ‘preppy’ as most people called rich children going to colleges or universities like Harvard or Yale. Nicholaus had school time in Harvard once, but he transferred after finding the Dean to be a bit too involved in the anatomy of female students. To which that man had been seen hanging from the balcony of his office, a note confessing his sins a few weeks later. But Madison seemed far more average and that sort of everyday townsfolk that you’d just pass on the street. Not someone you’d find playing tennis on a private court. Nicholaus like ordinary. It suited humans better.

When she spoke up lastly, commenting on whatever pain she was feeling in her head, Nicholaus nodded. He wouldn’t ask any more since he was already talking about her far too much for the most part. Instead, he cleared his throat and introduced himself. “And I apologize for being inconsiderate… I’m Nicholaus.” he stated and looked at her. He wouldn’t offer a hand however. He didn’t like physical contact.

[maddie]

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Maddie looked at him oddly. He was really starting to make her more uneasy. She always got that feeling though, but sometimes it was never a bad thing. Actually her instincts were usually right, like a lot. Maddie had wondered who he really was, what he really was. She knew that he couldn’t be human, he didn’t appear to be. He seemed, from the way he talked, that he had lived longer than a normal human, like he was vampire, or worse… demon. Just the thought of that made her angry. She was already too pissed off at her cousins and now she was being watched by demons again was just too much. She wondered if she should have just disappeared, like she had always kept thinking, a fresh start, but that would be impossible. She would miss her family too much. She knew as long as she stayed with them evil will follow. Maddie had taken another sip of her coffee to make her calm again, slowly. She didn’t allow her anger to show, but she felt it.

Maddie heard her phone vibrate once more and looked at it. “holy crap.” Maddie said more to herself than anyone else. She read the words from Loki, or rather Gabriel. She read it. It was a long ass apology. That’s really not what she wanted from him. She just wanted to see him and make sure everything was okay. She let out a sigh of relief and she sent him a long text back. She told him that there was a lot to talk about, and she then started the where have you been part of the text. Once she was done, Maddie put her phone down and she looked back over at the man in front of her. “Sorry someone I have been trying to get a hold of for days randomly texted me.” Maddie apologized for being rude about texting in the middle of their conversation. Usually she didn’t do that.

“yeah, community college. I didn’t do too well in high school. After maybe i will go to Italy or something. I don’t know. Just dreams I guess.” she then said, knowing fully well that they could afford her going to Italy on top of Kaitlyn going France for her major. Maddie knew how much money the family had, and still has. Gotta love their dearly departed great grandfather and beyond. She loved to hide the fact they had money. No one needed to know. Their house looked average, their cars, except Kaitlyn’s 2012 Maserati Gran turismo MC. She loves her car.

“I’m Madison Saxon. Maddie said, still not sure if it was a pleasure to meet him or not. Her instincts would get the better of her and she knew it. Maddie lifted up her Converse bag and she put her sketchpad inside unaware that the angel blade that Gabriel gave her was clearly visible.

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[nicholaus]

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He caught the odd look from her. It didn’t seem like a very good thing, in fact. But he was confident enough in his demeanor to possibly throw her off enough. He never liked revealing himself to anyone. Unless they already knew he was something besides human. But there was something in her eyes that said she must know something was up. Nicholaus might be an experienced psychologist, but he spoke like a noble gentleman from way back in his own time. He had barely dropped the whole ‘thou’, ‘dost’ and ‘m’lady’ speak two centuries ago. Unfortunately, there were good habits he had to drop like that in order to fit in with the changing years. A pity… Even good theatre was hard to come by these days.

But he continued watching her close and he swear he could feel the anger get think in the air. It hung there even if there was a soft wind blowing. His crimson eyes went unblinking behind his sunglasses whilst he kept himself composed. He wouldn’t waste energy getting riled up because someone was feeling angry. He never responded to anger. Only depression when someone just wasn’t feeling up to par with life. But she seemed fine for the most part. So he wasn’t going to bother trying to get into her head unless through simple questions. To him, she was still very ordinary. Though his thoughts were interrupted when she spoke out, causing him to blink and look at her phone.

Being polite, he was quiet until she spoke to him again. More directly this time. He shook his head and put a hand up as if to absorb the apology but it wasn’t needed. “No need to apologize. I understand.” he offered her a little smile and put his hand down, taking his coffee and sipping down the rest quietly. He listened again and when Italy was mentioned, Nicholaus’s interest seemed to peak. “Italy is a wonderful place filled with culture, art in all forms and traditions that seem untouched by time. It may seem like a dream to get there, but it’s not impossible. If and when you do get there, I do hope you have a grand time.” he stated.

When her name was given, he bowed his head slightly. “Nice to meet you Miss Madison Saxon.” It was one habit he couldn’t ever get rid of. Calling a woman ‘Miss’ before he said their name. It was the polite thing to do. Never called anyone ‘ma’am’ or ‘madame’ Unless dressing someone older than himself. He almost offered a smile, but his eyes caught the glimpse of something in her bag. His mind pinged. He knew what that blade was and suddenly, a sinking feeling came to the pit of his stomach. But instead of seeming uneasy and determined to get away from something that he had only seen pictures of in very, very old books, he lifted his chin and looked at her.

“Are you a collector of knives, Miss Madison?” he asked, a brow rising at his curiosity. Perhaps it was just some replica a human had seen in a book somewhere or artist’s rendering. Surely it couldn’t be a real blade meant to slay demons…

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He was just staring at her now which weirded her out. Maddie looked down at her phone which vibrated again. She smiled to him when he said she didn’t have to apologize. “Some people think its rude. Just wanted to make sure you don’t mind.” Maddie said now looking at what he sent her. Well that was odd. Anyway, she looked back at Nicholaus. He was talking about how wonderful Italy was. She smiled. It really did seem fun. She loved everything about other places than here in this country. There wasn’t enough history, no that was wrong… there wasn’t enough history that Maddie would have found interesting and to her liking. Have living in a place like Italy where art and everything was put into history always fascinated her.

“yeah, pleasure.” Maddie answered, still not knowing if it was truly a pleasure to be meeting him yet. She was judgemental. Always has been always will be. In fact, Gabriel had commented about that when they first met. He was right and they both knew it. Maybe she was being too judgemental.

Madison looked at him oddly when he commented about her collecting knives. She looked at her bag and made an uh oh face. Then she looked back at him. He looked a little uncomfortable. “yeah, a friend gave it to me. I have a few more at home, not like this one though. Its different than the others.” Maddie half lied and half told the truth. It wasn’t true that she collected knives. She hated them ever since she cut herself really badly one time. The truth to it was that Gabriel did give it to her and that it was different from other knives. This one could kill anything supernatural no matter what it was, well besides ghosts. She knew it could kill demons, hell hounds, angels and anything in between. Gotta love heaven and their weapons of mass destruction.

For a split second her head started hurting again. Why was this happening now?

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[nicholaus]

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He shook his head slightly as he watched her. “I don’t think it’s rude at all. You’re more polite than most of the people I’ve met before, you know. Some can be downright nasty.” he admitted and gave a bit of a shrug. Then she glanced at her phone again and took a couple more minutes before she directed her attention at him again. She was honestly fine in his book. She was considerate and apologetic and making sure he wasn’t being ignored. A good sign of someone who was well versed in the art of conversation and good manners. He duly noted such facts and tucked them away in the back of his mind for later in case they might meet again in the future.

She said it was a pleasure, but he caught a look in her eye that might say otherwise. She seemed a little wary of him and that meant perhaps his time around her was getting too much. Maybe he should just get up and leave with his life, knowing now that she wasn’t extremely comfortable around him and she had a blade in her bag that looked like one used to slay immortal things. He swallowed and glanced at his coffee cup before she spoke about the weapon. A friend had given it to her. What sort of friend? Some holy being perhaps? Nicholaus stared at the thing until he asked a question.

“Different? How?” he seemed genuinely curious. But he hoped perhaps that her answer would clue him in to what she carried with her. “It must be valuable. Seems to appear so… At first glance, I thought it was a weapon out of some sort of video game.” he mused. Truth was, he hadn’t ever played a video game. Despised and felt uncomfortable around all modern technology except lan lines at his home. Televisions, cell phones, fax machines, the internet, computers… He never used them and refused. But making some sort of comparison to something she’d possible know about in her time might get her to talk.

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Maddie smiled at him. If only he had seen her on her off days. She nodded to his statement agreeing with him. It was also a good thing that he wasn’t meeting Kaitlyn. She had a temper that could blow up cities, and rudeness that had no end, but that didn’t mean she didn’t mean well. Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad. She hated being paranoid all the time. Sometimes she knew she needed to go some where and relax. The splitting headache wasn’t helping either. She wondered if it was Gabriel trying to get her attention since she was ignoring his text messages. She knew though that it couldn’t be because he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. He usually helped take some of the pain away. She took another drink other coffee and she started rubbing her temple.

Maddie looked over at him and she shrugged. Why was he so interested? “uh, well its bigger than my other knives. I really don’t know how its different. I guess theres a story that goes with it. Like its some powerful thing…” Maddie lied again, just saying what she knew in a way that would mean that she really didn’t know what it was. She pulled her bag closer wondering if he knew what it really was. If he did that meant he was more than human. She didn’t want him to take it either. That wouldn’t be so good and she would never hear the end of it from Gabe. She shrugged at his next statement. “don’t know about that, but I love the detail I guess.” Maddie then said. She really didn’t know what to say about the sword. She couldn’t tell him that it was powerful weapon that could kill her best friend if it fell into the wrong hands.

“I’m learning how to fence with it.” Maddie then said. She wasn’t really learning fencing, just fighting with the blade so that she could defend herself if she needed to.

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[nicholaus]

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Getting closer into the subject of her weapon wasn’t exactly what he was looking for, but it was an insight into what she might be. Perhaps now, it was getting closer to the point where he must leave before he got himself way too involved in conversation and ended up asking questions that would otherwise get him found out. If in fact she was something he didn’t want to encounter. He had come close to asking her if she had ever used on someone or making the comment that it looked like a weapon you’d slay something with. That would have definitely been a mistake. Nicholaus hardly ever made mistakes.

When she spoke about it being bigger than the others, having a story and possibly being some sort of powerful thing, Nicholaus nodded and laced his fingers together. It was time for him to wrap this up and leave. He moved a bit, ready to reach into his back pocket, but he recalled paying for the coffee before coming to sit outside in the first place. He cleared his throat and brought that hand up o adjust the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. “That’s quite interesting. A lot of weapons have a story that goes with them. Especially if they’re involved in traditions or rituals. Or athames in wiccan rituals, I suppose would be a comparison to most.” he shrugged slightly.

He took another glance at it and nodded at her mention of the detail. There was a lot on it for sure. He would be the first to admit that Heavenly weaponry was intricate with beauty and details within. And the power they possessed was more amazing. But he wouldn’t want to taste the edge of the blade of one of those again. He cleared his throat and looked at her when she mentioned she was learning to fence with it. So she was definitely learning to use it. That was more than enough to convince Nicholaus. He offered a little smile and brought himself to stand up. “Fencing is an artful fighting style. But fierce. Good luck in learning the skill.” he stated.

“I apologize, but realizing I have an appointment to keep, I must bid you farewell, Miss Madison. It was nice talking to you. Thank you for showing me your artwork. Keep it up. It’s very good.” he complimented and pushed his chair in, picking up his newspaper and taking one last look at her. “And good luck with those headaches.” he stated lastly before giving a slight bow of his head where he stood. He turned on his heel a bit and started walking away from her. He needed to avoid her if possible.. and that blade she carried. He didn’t want more scars.

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