Books, Eh? [Morgan]

Damien felt a little guilty when the man said that if he had said something to upset him, that he apologized. The Banshee shook his head. ”No, no, it’s fine. I get a little…protective over my family,” he told him. He cursed himself for allowing his body language to show his feelings. It wasn’t something that he particularly enjoyed or anything of that nature, but it still happened. It was upsetting to think about, but it really did happen and the man running the shop had realized it. The poor man now felt guilty for something he had no control over, but he digressed. After all, it really wasn’t the man’s fault that Damien had gotten so defensive and upset with everything.

The shop owner slid Damien the package and when he did that, their hands brushed. When their skin made contact, a peculiar and very odd sound rang through Damien’s ears. He couldn’t even remain passive as it happened. He had never heard this sound before and visibly cringed slightly before he removed his hand from the bag and the man, looking over at him oddly. The man was looking at him the same way, but with less pain written on his face. He asked if he was a Banshee, making Damien pause and look at him somewhat worriedly. ”Aye, I am… What are you?” He asked, still trying to place the sound. He couldn’t and it worried him. After all, what being could he possibly have been that made that noise, a noise that he just didn’t understand. If the man didn’t respond, he would ask his mother, see if there was anything she could tell him about it since, well, she was the experienced one who had lived in Ireland for years.

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The man seemed to understand his issues with him accidentally insulting his father, which was nice. He appreciated it, especially when the man told him that he did understand and how he would feel the same with his own family. He then went in to talk about what little family he had left even if one of them wanted to pretend like he didn’t exist anymore. The man laughed sadly and Damien wasn’t sure how he should respond so he just kept quiet. He said that teenagers were interesting. He said that it seemed like one minute they adored their older brothers and then they turn angsty, full of hate and ready to hit someone over the head with a baseball bat. Damien shrugged his shoulders. ”To be fair, teenagers are not always in their right mind. They’re still developing so they’re confused about many things, their hormones are insane, and they’re trying to process everything that is going on,” he reasoned, able to remain unbiased. The man would know. He was a teacher for Pete’s sake. Specifically he had been a teacher back in Ireland. So he liked to think he knew quite a few things on the subject, despite how he taught English…or Literature, if you prefer.

It wasn’t long until the man asked him if he was a Banshee after they touched. It wasn’t good and to be honest Damien didn’t like the man knowing. It upset him deep down in his core. He didn’t like people knowing what he was. The last person he had run in to had attempted to use him and his abilities to find someone whom was lost. Save for the fact that he couldn’t help find anyone unless they were dead. It was the way that it was, of course and he didn’t like it. He also didn’t like that the man knew what he was just by touching him. Damien still didn’t understand what he was and to be honest, it made him uncomfortable. There was nothing that he pleased him less than not knowing what someone was, especially when they knew what he was. He could sense those “typical” supernatural creatures but Morgan was not one of those creatures he didn’t know and it made him more than a little uncomfortable.

Thankfully, the man didn’t take too long to respond to his question about what he was. He said that he wouldn’t know where to begin, but he was right in that the man was not human in the slightest. He said that he supposed the best way was to ask him if he was familiar with the Nordic legends of the Ljósálfar and Svartálfar. Damien nodded his head. ”I’m familiar, but cannot recall too much detail about such creatures,” he told him, knowing what they were. ”Faerie folk, yes?” He asked, repeating his question as he stood there, gazing at the man again. He wondered if he would correct him or just continue as though he had been right, if he had been wrong. He wasn’t sure but he hoped he would correct him. After all, the man enjoyed learning new things.

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It wasn’t something that Damien really liked, people knowing what he was. Lydia he was okay with since she was a Banshee as well and she wanted his help to improve her skills, which he hoped that he would be able to do. Being a male Banshee he was a rarity already. After all, why wouldn’t he be? Banshees were wailing women, women in white so with him being a male, he was a rarity as well as a sort of miracle in more than one way to his mother. Still, most people enjoyed trying to use him and his abilities when they found out what he was. Some also wanted to kill him. Not all Banshees in the old world were pleased with him. He was abnormal to some Banshees and as such, they didn’t want him around. It was one reason why he left Ireland….the other was because there were people who wanted to hurt him and threatened his family so he moved and they hadn’t approached his family so he stayed in the States, where he hoped they would chase him.

The young man behind the counter spoke, saying that he got how he may not like him knowing what he was and who knew how many people had tried to abuse him for his gift. He then tried to assure him that he would never force him to use his gift against his own will. He said that there was something his gift could help him with, he wasn’t going to press the issue. Yeah, well, you didn’t exactly not bring it up either, he thought to himself, but nodded his head anyway. The people who found out that Damien was a Banshee and knew what they could do, usually “casually” mention their problems that he could help them with. They were always vague enough to try and get him to bite down on a hook that he wasn’t about to bite down on. He enjoyed leaving them disappointed, so Damien said nothing about the man’s issue, whatever it was, he would need to handle it himself. Damien had seen enough dead bodies to last him a life time already.

Again, the man reacted, he groaned and stomped his foot when Damien had asked him about being a faerie folk. His reaction was childish, but Damien digressed. It wasn’t like he didn’t have his moments of childishness. He drummed his fingers against the counter as though trying to compose himself before he spoke, saying that they were considered celestial spirits or minor gods of nature and fertility. He then brought up something about males carrying young, which they apparently could according to older lore. He then stated that he was a celestial creature. Well aren’t we special, Damien thought to himself as the man brought up Tolkien before he nodded his head in response. “I see,” he stated, not sure what else to say on the matter. So he was like a god or something of that nature. "That is interesting, but like I said, I don't know much about the lore, note the question," he stated, gently reminding him, his tone casual.

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