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There was some shifting as arms were uncrossed and then there was a hand on his chest which suddenly felt cold- oh, Isabel was sitting up and now her legs were next to his legs instead of on top of them. She also seemed to have trouble staying upright because she was wriggling her hips and couldn’t seem to stay still.

Why had he thought he was cold again?

Then Duskmoor’s other hand was moving and Zephyr’s eyes followed it without being told as the girls fingers trailed up her bare stomach and along her ribs to the bottom of her shirt trying to find the knot that was nestled right beneath her breasts which were not helping as they moved whenever she missed

Yeah, he was nice and warm, though maybe he might want to make a breeze-

"I was dancin' an got hot so I tiedid up so I would be less hot annow I can't geddit untied and it's th'worst why is everything so mean to me I don't geddit."

…that seemed like something he could help with. Knots couldn’t be that hard after all and he had two hands where Isabel was only using one- oh, no he didn’t; she was kind of sitting on them. It must have happened when she pushed herself up, well at least that explained why they were so warm, and she couldn’t blame him for touching her this time, though she probably would once she noticed.

Anyway, he needed to get his hands free and just pulling them out probably wasn’t the right way. Levitating her likely wasn’t going to fly either. That was ok though because he could just ghost; that way he could take care of his hands and her top at the same time.

“I can help ge’rid of it, try and stay still Issie” So saying Zephyr narrowed his eyes as he focused and his thoughts felt like they were doing back flips as he made his hands go from solid to not solid, and whispered over her skin. He was being very careful in only ghosting his arms and clothes because he didn’t want to change Isabel by accident.

”Its s’no good being too hot,” He continued as he felt rather than saw when his invisible fingers reached Duskmoors shirt and elusive knot which really was wedged rather tightly in place. Thankfully it didn’t matter how tight the knot was because he could just take the whole shirt. Yes that was good idea because than Isabel wouldn’t be hot anymore, come to that he could also get rid of his jacket, that wasn’t something you wore in a bed anyway.

Nodding to himself Zephyr closed his eyes as he used one hand to deal with his jacket while the other got a good grip on the brunettes shirt then, well, it was just like pulling a table cloth off an empty table. One moment the knotted shirt was there and the next it was gone.

“There you go” He said proudly as he turned his arms solid again and open eyes. “Now you can cool… down.” His voice didn’t really cut out, it was more of a gradual decrease in volume as his mouth forgot to close and his eyes stopped blinking.

It really was rather hot in here.

Hearing Isabel’s explained what she meant about Ghost made Zephyr feel only slightly better. Being told you were going to get slapped was rarely well received but when he looked down and saw Ghosts inert form he couldn’t help but feel a distinct lack of worry.

“I don ttink Maya’s mov’n any time soon.”

Then he was being poked, which was not nice but was still nicer than than her covering his mouth with her hand which was just impolite. But suddenly that wasn’t important anymore because Isabel had stopped hanging on and he was having to hold her very tightly to not drop her.

Huh, she was soft there too.

"An thos're not fr touchin either!"

Isabel didn’t sound happy, but if he didn’t hold her there he was going to drop her and that wouldn’t make her any happier, but she was wriggling and he was losing his grip-

Wait no, he could fix this.

Redoubling his grip on Duskmoors derriere the hessian held her as close as he could while he leaned backward until he was horizontal and she was laying on top of him and he could move his arms to circle her waist.

“There not tuchin anymore.” He was not being childish, not at all. Still floating wasn’t something he could do all… well, he could but that didn’t mean he had to, especially when there was a bed right below him.


“Is my bed now I should be in the bed wheredit go?"

And apparently Isabel wanted to go to bed too, so he let himself fall gently into the middle of the blankest and pillows piled on top of it with Isabel on top of him.

“Beds right here, s soft and warm just like you Issie.” And that thought made even as he settled more comfortably into the pile.

“Issie, are you made of feathers?”

Danger? Zephyr blinked as the word seemed to come out of nowhere before he traced it back to a familiar snow coloured head of hair. When had Maya got here? He wasn’t sure the bed was big enough for three- oh she just rolled off, good thing there were so many pillows on the floor.

Speaking of pillows Isabel seemed to have grabbed one and was g- no, now she was hitting him with it. Ducking his head to avoid a face full of feathers the hessian found himself looking at the brunettes bare feet which swung back and forth as she continued her pillow whacking.

Trying to stay upright in mid air is hard enough when you have someone hanging off you and it only gets worse if they start treating you like a jungle gym.

As he wasn’t looking for either of them to crash into a nearby wall Zephyr quickly let go of the soubrettes hair and tried to place both hands on the girls hips to hold her still and was reminded of how little she was wearing as his hands found bare skin that went from her hips all the way up her ribcage where he found the edge of her shirt, though her continued squirming made it hard to tell for sure.

That was odd, why did her shirt have a knot in it?

"S'rude! Ghosty yer brothr sos rude! You are socouch t'night, Zephs!"

Still looking down at Isabel’s feet Zephyr frowned once again, why was she still saying that? For that matter why was she still hitting him? This had been so much easier when he was kissing her.

Now there was a thought, taking a moment to time how long it took Isabel to swing the pillow the elemental waited until she began to pull her arm back before lifting his head and giving the shapely soubrette another peck on the lips and nearly laughed at the brief light of confusion in her eyes.

“So not p’light t ‘take someones bed with asking Issie” He told her as she tried to get her wits back. She opened her mouth to say something but he just used the chance to lean in and distract her again so he could continue.

…

Oh right, he couldn’t talk and kiss at the same time.

Leaving Isabel’s lips alone for a moment he tried to remember what he’d wanted to say. Something about not sleeping on a couch.

“Issie, why d’you taste lik cinnamon?”

Eh, close enough.

"'m always be'n have an' clean!""'m always be'n have an' clean!"

Even with his thoughts fighting through the warm haze that had settled in his skull Zephyr retained enough presence of mind to arch an eyebrow at the upside down girl in front of him before glancing left and right meaningfully at the mess which surrounded the bed.

She wasn’t going to pull one over on him that easy.

Before he could get as far as saying so though there was shouting and falling and more shouting as he heard and, to a degree felt, Ghost struggle to emerge from the cocoon she’d made on the couch. The note of panic in her voice made the hessian pause, what was she scared of? He couldn’t feel anyone else in the apartment, she should be safe, especially with with him and Isabel here.

Just as he was starting to turn his head to check what was worrying his sister he felt a pair of hands land on his shoulders. Looking at the one on his right, his eyes traced the small fingers up the wrist and back to the bare forearm and the over the rolled shirtsleeve at the shoulder before he found himself face to face with a now right side up Isabel who was staring past him.

Huh, she was probably worried about Maya too. That was a good thing wasn’t it? He thought so, even though he wasn’t sure when soubrette managed to turn herself upright Come to that, when had let go of her nose? He glanced down at his own hand to briefly confirm that, yes, it was empty before lifting his gaze just as Duskmoor decided to do a push up on his shoulders and the elemental found himself staring straight into the buxom brunettes cleavage.

Then a pillow hit his head, and he gained an entirely new perspective. It was soft, warm and honestly quite comfortable, which was all to the better really because with Isabel leaning on him as she was moving wasn’t much of an option.


"I'm live here now! This bed, 'sgood bed and I need it so I live 'ere now you should live here too we can be bess rummates ever Zephyr will live on th'couch and buy is cookiedough f'rever!"

Distracted as he was Zephyr only managed to catch the final part of Isabel’s declaration but it was enough. That wasn’t what they agreed on!. Turning his head from side to side as he tried to speak around the soft skin he was pressed into Zephyr’s words came out far more muffled and intelligible than normal.

“No! Isab- Isab- Issie, yu ‘ave to share! S’my bed too, I tol’ you.”

This wasn’t right.

He opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of one of the metal sconces set between rooms of his apartment building, the shaded light throwing odd shadows over the wooden beam ceiling above, the pattern broken by a second source of light streaming from an open doorway.

His door way.

Carefully picking himself up from the carpeted floor, (and when had he fallen down?) Zephyr pinched the bridge of his one with one hand while the other moved with a blind precision born of long practice to the slim bottle of pills in his jacket. Whatever this was it would warrant a double dose he could just feel it, or perhaps that was just the pounding in his skull.

Leveraging himself into a sitting position against the nearest wall Zephyr regarded his open door with a detached curiosity while chewing through a pair of pills in an effort to accelerate their effects. Under different circumstances he might have been more concerned, (he could hear people moving inside, or rather giggling) but even dazed as he was the hessian realized that if anyone meant to hurt him they could have easily managed it while he’d been comatose on the floor.

So instead of being angry at the invasion to his privacy the azure eyed mercenary merely took a breath and, after a moment or two, hauled himself upright and forced his feet into a calm, but more importantly, balance stride as he entered his apartment. He could always be angry later, after he’d seen how bad things were, it would just be too much effort to get worked up again and again, or worse getting angry for no reason.

Closing the door behind him Zephyr slowly took in the bizarre chaos before him. The painting on the wall were still in place, as was the wide screen TV. What little alcohol he kept around still seemed to be in the cabinet across from the lounge and his tablet hadn’t moved from the kitchen counter. With the most immediately expensive items accounted for the hessian turned his attention… lump, which looked to have grown from his living room couch. Covered in blankets, towels and what looked to be practically every pillow in the apartment the bizarre amalgamation of cloth wriggled, jumped and even floated slightly.


‘…huh’

Turning away from his sisters antics (because who the hell else made the air move like that?) Zephyr turned and made his way to the back of the apartment and the source of the creaking and oddly familiar giggling coming from his bedroom.

He wasn’t prepared for what he saw.

The bed had been stripped, comforter, sheets and pillows all gone, no doubt now part of the mess in the living room. The contents of the wardrobe had been emptied onto the floor and the closet looked as though it had gotten halfway to a similar fate. These were only background detail thought because in the middle of the mattress, testing the bedsprings for all they were worth was Isabel; bouncing back and forth across the king sized bed, deceptively girlish shrieks of joy leaving her lips as she used her knees to jump back and forth only to lose her balance and land on her back,kicking her legs with delight before clambering back to her knees and starting again.


It was a side of the soubrette he hadn’t expected to see, he couldn’t recall her ever truly enjoying herself like this without some form of violence. Apparently his expression was a a riot because when the buxom brunette finally noticed him she stuck her tongue out at him with all the immaturity she could muster before descending into a giggling fit which left her panting on bed and a single question going through Zephyr head.

How had she lost her trousers?

Nothing was going to go right this evening.

It was an inconvenient thought, but one Zephyr resigned himself as he lowered the hand he’d held out to Maya while watching scramble behind Isabel and hide behind her new ‘best friend’ like a child would an overstuffed teddy bear.

In all honesty he was just glad the music from the dance floor had been enough meant that his sisters drunken, mutation assisted shouts had only reached half the building rather than all of it. Still, any misplaced sympathy the sylph might have managed to garner was rather quickly lost when any would be do-gooder realized she was hiding behind Duskmoor.

It was almost amusing to see at least three individuals start to make their way over, pause, and then abruptly make an about face when they spotted the the bonemancers tell tale green bow and… other, distinguishing features.

Entertaining as the impromptu social experiment was though they did need to start moving before the girls somehow managed to make an even bigger scene.

At which point Murphy decided he hadn’t been quite enough of a nuisance as Ghost whirled to her feet like a giddy jack in the box and Isabel practically climbed up his arm as though it was a ladder shouting some nonsense about forts. The next thing the hessian knew he was practically lifted off his feed being dragged behind the shapely soubrete as she stumbled towards the exit with his arm over her shoulder and clenched to her chest like some sort of fairground prize. The brunette was in such a rush that they nearly left Maya behind, but Zephyr somehow caught the back of her shirt and the three of them were heading outside.

Outside, where it was raining.

Truth be told the cold water did a good deal to start clearing the elementals head but it apparently did nothing to curb Duskmoors enthusiasm as she continued to charge down the street, somehow managing to be both deaf and blind as she ignored his calls to put him down and staggered past the cab he’d arranged and straight to another. The last thing Zephyr saw was the roof of the cab coming far too quickly as Isabel dived inside.

"Whatno I'm having fun with m'new sistyfriend I can' jus' leave tha's not faaaiiir,"

Repressing a slight sigh of frustration Zephyr reminded himself that cuffing Duskmoor, while satisfying in the short term, would only only serve to make the ingenue more quarrelsome. Granted the girl was being foolish and infuriating, but that was no reason to stoop to her level; not when she had the advantage of experience. He could hardly be surprised she’d ignored half the order; she was drunk as lord, but by the same token he doubted she was really in any state to go anywhere. All he needed to do was reword the order until it penetrated soubrettes intoxicated skull and then he could-

"I'm gon' find Ghosty first, sisterfriends come first."

Proving yet again that she was a women of action rather than thought, Isabel abruptly began squirming again as she tried to climb over the back of her seat utterly heedless of mortal concerns such as balance and dignity while the hessian simply watched in bemused resignation, half expecting the soubrette to lose what few shirt buttons she had left as she rolled length way’s over the ridged back of the booth before falling to the floor.


‘I don’t know why I bother sometimes, I really don’t.’ Pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off an oncoming headache Zephyr drew a small tube of pills from his pocket and swallowed a pair before wearily stepped around the booth and glanced down at Isabel who was steadily getting to her knees. ‘The dreaded ‘bone bitch’ of NYC, loose without a leash.’

Hmm, now there was a thought, it likely wouldn’t work against a determined effort, but then again she’d have to be sober for that. Decision made, the elemental focused on the air immediately behind the buxom brunette, creating a small invisible hook which he closed around Isabel’s rear belt loop, effectively anchoring her to the back of the booth before she could get off her knees.

“Oh dear, it looks like you’ve gotten caught on something. I’ll help you as soon as I find Ghost. For now though just, stay there. The hessians tone was deadpan as he casually walked past the inebriated ingenue with one last command before heading straight into the mass of dancing bodies, doing his best to ignore the constant pulse of the base that echoed in the air as he tracked down his sister.

Finding Maya was, in itself, a rather trivial task. His power effectively let him ‘see’ or feel all the air within his range, by that same measure he could also perceive everything that displaced it and Maya was the only person he knew who was never completely tangible. In other words if the room and everyone in it was painted black and white, she’d be the only grey figure. Granted it wasn’t always immediately obvious, but once he was actively looking for her the effort involved was nominal at best.

No, the harder part was actually reaching her through the crowd, more than once the azure eyed elemental used the air to air to deliver some less than subtle shoves to clear the path all while keep hold of Isabel back at the booth, one particular shove nearly felling a man who looked far too pale to be one the dance floor, before he ultimately caught up with his white haired sylph of a sister and placed a hand on her arm to stop from separating in the flow of bodies.

“Maya.” The music and all other sound abruptly cut off as he gently spoke her name, a small zone of silence surrounding the two of them to ensure she heard him.“We need to leave, Isabel is feeling tired. Come with us and I’ll drop you home.”