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Cain returned her kiss gladly and enthusiastically, his arms sliding around her in the process. Her words to him only emphasized how lucky he was to have found her and he knew it all too well. Right that moment, he couldn't have even tried to tell her how much he loved her, all he could do was pray that his returning kiss showed her.

He heard one of the servants entering the main room to set up her breakfast beside the table that seemed to reside permanently in there now, leaving just as quietly so as not to disturb them.

So he finally broke the kiss by easing back slowly, letting them regain their wits by the time he finally pulled back with a lopsided half-grin, "It seems that I'm now in debt to the servants... They just brought in the breakfast I was forgetting that you probably desperately need right now... I'll have to think of a way to thank them for remembering what I keep forgetting about... You're so intoxicating and enthralling to me that I keep forgetting that you need sustenance on a regular basis..." he told her, his voice holding plenty of humor despite his words being absolutely serious.

Cain grinned at her, watching her avidly without any shame for doing so. Then that question from her. His grin took on a totally different note, one of almost feral anticipatory pleasure.

"If you wear a skirt today... Not only will I be thinking about that all night... But I will certainly be showing you... Most likely when you aren't expecting it..." he told her with a low growl to his voice that showed exactly how the thought had effected him.

He stood up and moved into the closet with her, unable to stop himself from touching her as he picked out his own clothes; grabbing a random pair of pants and a shirt without realizing that they wouldn't match or go together in any way. He pressed a teasing kiss to the side of her neck and moved back out of the closet to put on the pale purple jeans and bright green t-shirt then reached for his brush to get the tangles out of his hair.

Cain looked down at his clothes with a frown when she mentioned it and made a frustrated sound as he headed back into the closet, "I have no idea where some of these clothes come from... Or who puts them in here like this..." he said, sounding a bit distracted as he tried to focus on finding something that didn't look quite as ridiculous.

He finally came out in black jeans with another of his old fashioned shirts on, the laces at the collar loose as usual. He tucked the shirt in a bit and added a belt, leaving the shirt loose around his torso and giving tantalizing hints to the muscles she now knew were under there, "Now where did my boots go off to?" he asked himself and went back into the closet to look for them but came back out to look under the bed, obviously not remembering that they were in the living room.

Instead, he remembered her question about his hair and put a hand to it, realizing that he'd only brushed out half of it, "Oh yes! You can certainly do something with my hair if you want to, my love. I usually just put it back to keep it out of the way..." he told her very simply as he looked up from under the bed after a fruitless search for his boots.

He gave her a small frown, the type he usually got when he was thinking about something, "You don't mind Sebastet doing the ceremony for us, do you? I'm sure Crisdean or Desha would do it if I ask them instead... I'm inviting them anyway, as well as Dancer and Dev... they're really the only ones I know around here... Well, that I know well, anyway... I'm sure that Rebecca wouldn't mind an invitation... Oh yes... There are the twins too... Demonicus, very rare... Wind, the boy, though he'd be a man by now, did very well in studying... His sister, Blade, was a disaster to teach anything to that didn't involve weapons, though..." he was apparently trying to think about the wedding, causing him to be distracted from getting dressed.

"Maybe we could ask Rebecca to do the food since she's so good at cooking..." he said to himself and sat down on the edge of the bed to slide his favorite slippers on instead of his boots and looked up at Rose, "Oh! And I was going to ask if you wanted to help me with that research Sebastet wanted on protective spells," he added, obviously trying to think of several things at once.

Cain hugged her back and kissed the top of her head with a smile, "Alright, I'll leave it alone for now. Let's just head down to the library and see what spells are there before you start up your spells, though. There should be a few down there that I don't think you've worked with that are specifically for blood mages. Let's see what's down there," he told her softly, letting her wisdom, and uncluttered mind, prevail.

He lead her into the main room where her breakfast was set up and took his usual delight in serving it to her then sat across from her to enjoy a cup of coffee.

Cain gave a soft laugh at all her questions and answered her as best as he could, "Sebastet needs to strengthen the protection spells on the island. She's already got it protected from pirates, rogue vampires, gods other than the Goddess she serves, and beings like Goh who rules Darkness Abounds. She wants me to research spells that will protect the island and it's inhabitants from those with evil intent. That's a bit harder to spell against than it sounds. It still won't prevent the Hunters from coming here or most of the humans who wind up as poachers since neither of them are doing what they do out of evil intent. The Hunters, for example, think that the ones they are killing are the evil ones, so their intent is to do good, even if they're operating under a misconception. The same with the poachers, they simply don't think they're doing wrong in hunting the animals to extinction," he explained to her, finishing that bit with a shrug that indicated he couldn't manage to think like the idiots.

"So she wants me to find every spell in the library that is specifically used against those with evil intent. I'll write them all down with a short history of each spell and whatever components are needed then give her the list. She'll decide which spells she'll be using from that list," he explained what he needed to do, though it was not quite as easy as it sounded. It tended to be rather tedious to anyone else.

"I do alot of research like this for her and for others. For instance, I've been doing a long-standing research project for Desha on healing herbs. Whenever I find one listed somewhere, I'll look up everything related to that particular herb then pass it on to him. He decides if it's something useful or not. If it is, it goes into the book we've been working on together for other healers. If it isn't, it goes into another book of 'Do-Not-Use' items," he added, hoping she'd find it as fascinating as he did.

Cain gave a nod to her, "That's why the Hunter's will easily be able to get in as well as the poachers. But those that seek to harm others simply to harm them, for a gain that only involves themselves, simply to cause destruction for the sake of destroying... Those are the ones that Sebastet wants to prevent from coming here: the gangs, those like Kula hired to kidnap us, and a few others I know about," he explained to her.

Then he gave a shy smile when she complimented how he worked. It wasn't much to him, just a skill that he had and used to help those he could. He didn't really think much of it most of the time, was simply grateful he had a place where he could do work that he was uniquely suited to do and enjoyed doing.

Cain stood and offered her a hand out of her chair then lead her from the room, "Come on, love. Let me show you my work. I know it isn't for most other people, but I do find it fascinating. Once I finish making notes on the spells, we can debate the merits of each one, if you like..." he told her softly as he lead her to the library.

Rose turned her head to the side slightly when Cain mentioned testing a theory using the mirrors, she could certainly tell by his tone that he meant something involving carnal relations... But her mind was certainly not finding anything linking that to mirrors. While slightly distracted wondering what Cain had in mind, she accidentally smeared one of the droplets. "Well I guess I should try to hurry this up a bit then hm?" She turned to smile at him. As Cain went off to get into something more presentable, Rose continued to draw the necessary symbols that would connect her mirrors to theirs.

In another moment, the mirrors were both ready. Rose licked the bit of blood still smeared on her fingertip, the wound had already closed, it was a force of habit. She plopped down onto the couch next to her fiance'. Rose kissed Cain on the cheek look when she saw him frowning at his footwear "Don't worry, you look great darling." Thinking of slippers, she had to remember to inquire with the cobbler she had contacted last week about her order for Cain. Her pink eyes refocused on the twin mirrors, and she sharply exhaled through her nose. Opening the connection was the hard part, once it was open, it was relatively easy maintain.

The glasses turned black, it was expected on Rose's part, no one was waiting for her to "call" after all.

"Jack, James, Brian, I've got someone to introduce to you... Someone important." The last part was code for 'get your nose out of whatever or whoever and pay attention' The mirror on the left flared brightly for a moment, but revealed a slightly scruffy man in a creased suit who appeared to have just woken up from a nap on a plaid couch adrift in a sea of papers. The man pulled out a cigarette from nowhere, literally. It flared to life the moment it was positioned in the corner of his mouth. The man nodded "I can hear you loud and clear on this end Marcellus." Rose winced when she saw the papers, the guy was a narcoleptic, a packrat, and a smoker to boot. It was a wonder that he hadn't burned down more than five of his residencies so far.

She'd have to get the twins to pester him in her stead, the other mirror throbbed as two spells attempted to open it from the same end in roughly the same amount of time. The glass wavered as a kaleidoscope of colors and light blurred and swirled. A slightly garbled voice was arguing with a very similar one "Hey, it's my mirror, my opening spell." The other voice scoffed "And who lent you the money to buy it hmmm...?" "Whatever, let's just get this sorted out, coin toss?" "BROTHER THAT IS A PRICELESS ROMAN COIN IN MINT CONDITION, TOUCH IT AND I WILL SLAP THE INVISIBILITY OUT OF YOU." "Ooh, a challenge eh? Well I'm game..."

The scruffy many blew an impossibly black smoke ring and addressed Cain "Sorry 'bout that, they've been cooped up with each other since our last job." The sound of someone else's voice quieted the arguing on the other side of the right mirror. In unison they stiffly muttered "Please forgive our rudeness" One of them must have canceled their spell, because the mirror focused on a young man with his brown hair combed neatly and with a mechanical eye in place of a left eye, sitting in a tall wing-backed chair. In the matching chair next to him, a seemingly empty pair of jeans crossed its legs.

All of their british accent had nearly bleed out of their speech over the years, as Rose's had, but it was certainly there still.

Rose smiled as she gestured to Cain. "Hello everyone, sorry for calling so suddenly, but this is Cain Albright." she placed a hand his shoulder, Rose was aware that Cain wasn't precisely a people's person, and wanted to offer any support she could. Without giving away the surprise of course. "Cain this is Wilkerson "Jack" Armstrong" The scruffy man gave a casual two-finger salute and a smile. "Good to meet you." She nodded towards the other mirror "And that's Lord James and Brian Pennyworth." The young man with the mechanical eye inspected Cain for a moment before saying "I'm James, it's not everyday Rose introduces a vampire... It's a pleasure to meet you." it was a simple observation on his part, voice emanated from somewhere above the empty the empty jeans. "I'm Brain. And yes, I am invisible. My experimental cloaking spell worked a bit too well..." All of their eyes (visible and non) were fixed on Cain as they waited for a reply.



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