Most people would think it would have been the body. The finely toned ass that looked delectable in those jeans. The voluptuous yet modest breasts hidden underneath the dirty attire. Her head was high and unafraid, yet foolishly ignorant and self-assured, and her eyes had been scavenging the huge hall in which she walked into- it must have been a nice change from the heat and sweat from wherever she had come from- but on seeing the fae, she looked only at her which is the only reason such fallacy ridden thoughts were floating into the valkyrie's mind. And she continued to list the reasons why she thought the human walking toward her was developmentally attractive.
Or even how, though grimy and filled with grease from sweat, the beautiful golden locks of hair would curl around the woman's neck and defined collar bones.
But no, the fae thought, it was the eyes. Eyes that were brown but even from where she stood she could see the soft speckles of gold. If she were any other, the fae would think she witnessed a goddess in disguise before her. But no, the aura did not read as that of higher colors only certain could see, of such colors that did not exist, and brightness like any other elder and ancient fae, it still read muddy and diluted much like the human's wardrobe.
But those eyes shone brightly even through the grime on the human's skin and it made the fae turn her head in admiration- for the human lifted her head with curiosity as if she did not know what she had gotten herself into even with the Light- and her green orbs were pinned on the woman since her exit of the brilliant white room. She wondered briefly if the woman in the pod that was shone to her was the human's girlfriend and a devilish smile arose on her features.
The Morrigan was talking about a new pet of the Light and she instantly knew the woman walking towards them was that human. The fae wondered if this was the woman, though sickeningly and aggravatingly human, could be her toy much like how she was to the Morrigan. It entertained her at least, as she looked the human up and down again.
Most people would think it was the body for her. But, if Tamsin was being wholly honest, it was the eyes.
And it was those eyes, those damn eyes, that burned with intensity as Tamsin had backed away from the human. Those eyes, the gold seeming to brim and twist across the iris with rage, that peered down into the very soul of the valkyrie. It was a sobering experience, but that was what the bar Tamsin had just walked into was for. She didn't much care where Dyson had gone with the brunette succubus that had, thankfully, concluded her scolding talk from the wolf, and she smiled to herself upon entering.
The wave of heat hit her full force and she did not know how cold it must have been outside as the wind was picking up. A sudden thought passed through her of when the human, who wore almost nothing, would be back inside for she would freeze out in the cold if she wasn't careful.
Shaking her head, Tamsin continued her journey into the establishment. It was not her business on what the human did with her own time, but if she didn't get back into her good graces, all hope of what she was trying to accomplish would be all for naught. She needed the human more than the doctor could fathom, and although it pissed her off, she needed to start up communications soon.
That could come after dinner, she thought as she eyed the selection of alcoholic beverages across the top of the bar.
Tamsin did not look around, there was no reason for it wasn't like she would know anyone anyways- nor did she care about the wooden exterior for it was absolutely nothing special about the place- and she stalked swiftly to the bar. Rapping her knuckles across the heavily polyurethane-coated wood of the bar got the attention of the barkeep, and if she was not mistaken he seemed a little less smiley and a little more brutal and on edge. Tamsin smiled to herself, she always had that effect on people upon first entering a town, and she wondered if the man had some type of affiliation with the group of people that she had made leave.
"What will you have?" His voice was soft but the undertones, which he made no attempt to hide, were dangerous.
A predatory smile crept onto her features and her eyes glinted. "Bottle of your best vodka." There was a quick shrug and she said, "Or your worst, surprise me."
The stubbly man gave an eyebrow raised look of disdain and a huff of breath before he walked away from the valkyrie to retrieve her order. By the time he was gone, only a short moment, there was a raven haired beauty making herself suddenly comfortable next to the fae.
"So what's your angle?" the woman asked beside her, taking in a gulp of her own clear shot glass.
Tamsin wondered if the best vodka had gone to this little brat and she raised an inquisitive eye. Green orbs flitted around the woman's body where a waving aura lapped against, looked into her dull eyes, and she snorted with disdain as she wrinkled her nose and scoffed. "Goddess save me, what is it with all these humans?"
She had to hand it to the woman, she took the insult pretty well. There was no spitting out of alcohol or a slap to the temple in outrage for the insult someone, a more advanced species than her own, gave her. All the human did was smile without any humor behind it and look deathly crystal eyes into that of the valkyrie's. Before she could say anything, however, the barkeep was back with a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses.
Tamsin realized quickly that while the girl had a pricy brand, she wondered if the human could even buy it without using up all of her income, yet the best- Ketel One, the old man had given the powerful valkyrie the shit-stain that was Seagrams.
"This human is claimed," he said, cutting off her next insult that would have been thrown at him.
"Oh," Tamsin feigned surprise and interest that she knew the people across the world could decipher. "And by whom?"
"By the bodacious babe you got the jump on ten minutes ago," the girl said hotly.
"I'm sensing a chain of events here," Tamsin mumbled into her glass as she choked down the first shot of her drink.
The barkeeps eyes narrowed and he moved next to the woman from across the wood. "I'll be right over there, Kenzi," he whispered as he leaned in closer.
"I think she can take care of herself, barkeep," Tamsin said nonchalantly. Her smile didn't come close to dimming when they both gave her a deathly glance.
"It's cool, Trick." The girl, Kenzi, nodded her head and the man walked away slowly with one last glance at the valkyrie.
"Got to be a-hell-of-a-thing to have someone care about you," Tamsin almost sang as she tilted her head and swallowed her second shot.
Kenzi's body turned toward her and she sneered, "More than anyone can say for you?"
"You've got me all figured out!"
The woman snapped right into her next topic without giving Tamsin anytime to breath. Repeating her previous question she asked with more detail again, "So what's your angle with the doc? You know that's my besties girl and if you try to come in between them, archeologist in the near future will find you in a hole with-"
"Oh cut the shit," Tamsin said, her gaze running over Kenzi's. "That could work on another human, but you don't know jackshit about me. I could tear you apart with my bare hands." That made the human gulp but she still stood her ground and Tamsin continued, "Now why don't we try again."
"You're Dyson's partner," Kenzi said with a little less anger riddling her words. "So you're Dark."
"Give the kid a star!"
Kenzi chose to overlook this and said, "So what do you want with Lauren? She's part of the Light."
"What makes you think I would care about a human?" Tamsin shouldn't have been talking so much with the woman, but she did love to know her enemy's mind and she wondered if Lauren held some interest in her. If she did, then it was almost a duty for the valkyrie to get to know her. It would have been strange for this human to not have any affiliation with Lauren as she was trying to protect her, or the succubus Tamsin thought suddenly, and her mind was trying to override her mouth from snapping at the human that Lauren was not just part of the Light but a slave of it.
"Because I know people who've got ulterior motives." There was a pause so the raven haired beauty could horn down her shot. She made a face and continued, "And dude, you've got motives up the ass."
It was intrusive, but brave and Tamsin had to give the little human credit. Taking a drink from her own glass she placed it down and played with the condensation on the glass. "The human and I have business."
Kenzi snorted and said, "That didn't look like business when you found out Bo-Bo was dating the Doc."
The valkyrie shrugged. "What do you care?"
"Well because, like I said, that's my besties girl. I would do anything for her."
"Even die?" the valkyrie inquired.
Crystal orbs turned on her and she didn't even miss a beat. "Anything."
A laugh escaped the valkyrie and she changed the subject quickly, "Seems like you can drink, little human."
Kenzi looked back at her bottle and realized it was almost half gone with little effects on her. "Yeah. What of it?"
Tamsin raised her glass and clanked it against the human's. "Skál,"* she cheered brightly as she downed her shot.
It took her a moment of contemplation, probably thinking if she could get the valkyrie drunk off her rocker she could get some actual info, but the Russian smiled just as brightly and stated, "Donizu!"**
Electricity ran though the air when the succubus stormed out of the doors of the alley. She tasted blood and she wanted it to coat her lips with her rage. But not just anyone's, oh no, the damn fae who had torn her off of Lauren.
Turning away from the door, she had backtracked at the way Dyson was actually scolding his partner quietly next to the brick lining, but the fae just seemed bored and had crossed her hands in front of her chest in exasperation. That made Bo even more pissed and she made a b-line toward the pair.
"What the hell was that!" she screamed as she got close enough.
"Bo, I got this," Dyson spoke calmly as he raised a hand to slightly push the succubus away from the valkyrie.
"You come into my home and-"
"My mistake, succubus," Tamsin suddenly said. Her voice could rival Dyson's in how calm it was, and she didn't miss a beat before she rolled her eyes as she looked down, making sure Bo wouldn't have seen the disrespect. "I didn't know the human was yours."
"Yeah, well she is," Bo said furiously. No, she did not believe Lauren belonged to her in any right, the doctor was her own person, but her anger broke free and she had to make it clear to the other fae of her and Lauren's bond. It was a detriment, always having to look after the humans she loved and cared for, to make it known to other fae that they were protected, and if Bo had to be inhuman for a few more moments when talking to another species such as herself, she would.
"Bo-" the wolf tried to begin.
"Can we talk?" Bo asked without really asking, but ordering.
Mouth shut immediately, Dyson nodded his head solemnly and walked behind an already walking succubus. His eyes trailed back to his new partner's and he shook his head in disdain as she shrugged her shoulders with a sudden smile radiating her lips. Turning his head, he realized Bo was leading him out of the alleyway and down the street after the corner. Before he could inquire upon where they were going, the succubus turned another corner, which would have been only one building over than the alley in which the Dal was housed in, and his nose flared with the stink of the alleyway. It was not cleaned as that of the bar in the next block over, and his senses flared with the rotting food and the unappetizing smell of mice and roaches. Before he could think all of this through, thankfully, Bo turned on him.
"Who the hell is she, Dyson!"
"Bo..." Hands were to his temples and he squeezed down. He had not thought it would be so early into his partnership with the fae that he would have to explain her brash actions to the woman he loved. "Her name is Tamsin and she's part of the Dark. Hand chosen by the Morrigan herself."
"What kind of fae is she? Why the hell did she think she had the right to attack me?"
"You're still unaligned, Bo. Besides, if Tamsin wanted to kill you, I think she would have done it. Her attention was more tuned to Lauren..."
"Yeah, something else that really pisses me off," Bo said with gritted teeth.
Dyson laughed without humor. "Yet another secret girlfriend. How many do you think she has?"
Brown eyes suddenly flared blue as she glared at Dyson. He put up his hands and apologized quickly, as that was the first time Bo had been incredibly upset that he had said such a thing about Lauren to her. Her eyes only flashed such a color when she either was calling upon her succubus, or if she was seriously angry and it perturbed him only slightly. The woman before him could not scare him, he loved her, and he would do anything for her. If that meant telling her the hard truth of her girlfriend, then he would. If only for the greater good...
"I'm just guessing here," he reprimanded.
"The way this..." the name sounded funny on her tongue and it took the succubus a moment to say it as she crossed her arms, "...Tamsin treats her, I wouldn't be surprised that Lauren kept it a secret. I mean she finally told me about Nadia!... How long do you think they were seeing each other for?"
"That's something you would need to ask Lauren, if you see her again."
Bo turned an inquisitive eye to the wolf and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well," Dyson began, "this is the second time she's lied to you about something so big and-"
"She didn't lie!" Bo cut in before the man could finish. "She just hadn't gotten around to telling me..."
Dyson nodded. "Sorry again."
There was a pause before Bo extended her hand and placed a gentle weight onto the man's arm. "It's okay. Thanks for listening."
Dyson softly grabbed the succubus' hand and squeezed. "I'm always here for you, Bo."
"And that's why you're amazing." A pause cut through them both. "I just wish Lauren would have told me instead of going on about the case."
Dyson, unsurprisingly, defended the doctor's actions, "She's really perturbed by what could have done that to the boy."
"The poison, yeah," Bo agreed. "Are there any leads to what could have caused it?"
"Now look who's going on about the case." Dyson smiled, along with Bo, and he nodded his head, "The doctors said the poison was introduced to his system via a cut on the back of his arm. Defensive wound," he elaborated.
"As if he was running away and someone attacked him," Bo finished. Her brow furrowed and she asked, "Then are we even positive that it's a fae who's doing it? If it was a knife wound-"
"There isn't any record of this poison on a global scale. It has to be fae orientated."
Bo groaned and walked further into the alley, only to turn back and come close to Dyson again. "Maybe it's-"
"I'm all for talking of the case, Bo," Dyson cut in, putting a hand on her shoulder. "But maybe this time should be taken to go after Lauren."
"I never would have thought you'd be the one telling me that," Bo said, her eyes dimming as talking of information that could lead to a potential battle thrilled her to the very core. She felt her muscles ache with battle, as if they wanted, craved, needed the exertion, and her mind screamed for blood. Maybe she was just hungry... If that was so, Bo thought, then she shouldn't see Lauren in such a condition.
"I didn't think I was either," Dyson agreed. "But she needs you just as much as you need her. You love her," he concluded.
Bo nodded her head and, without noticing, the glint in Dyson's eyes faded. "Maybe I should give her time," she finally said.
"That sounds like a good idea. But tomorrow you-"
"Yeah, yeah," Bo waved her hand in front of her, effectively cutting off whatever Dyson was going to say next. "Don't tell me what to do, jeez."
A smile appeared on the wolf's lips. "We can go back into the bar. I'm sure Kenzi is drinking Trick out of house and home."
That made a melodious laugh escape Bo's throat. "Is that all she's drinking him out of? She's losing her game!"
The two fae clasped hands, as Bo gently rested her head on his upper arm, and walked together back to the Dal Riata. All the while, unbeknown to them, they were being watched the entire time.
Tamsin was impassive, if not somewhat elated, as she carried the young Russian girl out of the Dal Riata without the barkeep noticing. The girl was shouting drinking songs in another language and if not for Tamsin's sudden actions- making a strange face and singing 'oooo' seemed to stop such an inclement- the girl's head would have cracked deathly into the side of the alleyway wall. It didn't matter to Tamsin if the girl died or not, even on her watch, but she wasn't in such a killing mood to someone, though human, who had done nothing to her in the long run.
So what if the valkyrie knew the human had been trying to get her hammered to see if Tamsin would let something slip. It was an enjoyment to see the Russian hit back shot after shot and get more wasted than the valkyrie in two times the amount she drank right next to her. She made her ancestors proud, Tamsin thought as her muscles bulged slightly when she lifted Kenzi into a sitting position inside of her truck. She had taken hers, as her new partner had taken his car, he still didn't trust her in the same car unless it was the dispatch cruiser from the precinct, and she rolled her eyes as she put the girl's hands in her lap so she wouldn't get it crushed when the valkyrie closed the door.
Tamsin was woozy, she had out drank the Russian by three bottles, but she wobbled to her door after shaking her head and got behind the wheel. If not for her many years of drinking and driving, or simply drinking- totally drinking-, Tamsin knew she would be able to sober herself enough to be a competent driver.
Driving the girl to the crack shack of a house they called the Clubhouse, Tamsin's index finger smoothed across her bottom lip as she thought. She was glad Kenzi was too drunk to notice that the valkyrie knew exactly where she was going without any directions, and it would have been a pain to explain- or not as the case may be- to the human why she knew the location of their home if she had just gotten back in town. She was also glad the human stopped asking questions about what her affiliation with Lauren was after the second bottle of vodka had been devoured. Tamsin didn't understand why Kenzi had a sudden interest in the doctor as it didn't seem as if they were particularly good friends, but she tallied it up to wanting to keep Bo safe. The human girl seemed to care for the succubus more than Tamsin had previously thought upon hearing the report by the Morrigan, and she wondered if the same spell had been cast on her wolf partner and the good doctor.
If it was, she thought solemnly as she drove down the poorly lit streets, then it would be more of a test to get Lauren on her side. She may have to even show her...
Shaking her head Tamsin began to chastise herself for thinking such a thing, especially about a lowly human. She would get Lauren on her side some other way. Getting close to the succubus was on secondary. If she had to work this silly case, she would. If only to get into Lauren's good graces.
Enough of that, Tamsin thought as she drove down the black sea of roads silently. She wouldn't entertain the thought any longer. She would have to act. Eventually.
The sound of the exhaust of the old truck was soothing to Tamsin's ears, and it reminded her of all of her travels across the small earth- which did an excellent job of changing the roiling thoughts in her mind. She had been through battles, small ones and large ones. Countless leaders and fewer equals. Sure time had changed. The battles became that of mind warfare instead of with steel and flame. Even her enjoyable truck was an invention of time. She had been there for the first construction of such a vehicle, and it was time that gave her the truck she rode in for years. Time had a way of changing things, but the old car and the valkyrie's thoughts were the only things that kept her sane; unchanging in a world that was forever moving forward. Like clockwork, Tamsin thought. Exactly like clockwork.
Her thoughts kept her company for the mildly long ride it took from the neutral owned bar to the Club House. Her truck's rusty noises calmed her. She was thinking too much of the human drunkenly riding next to her, and of the other who was most likely home and in a hot bath to warm herself after walking such a distance. Her mind was never on the succubus or her partner, and Tamsin's face turned into one of disdain when she finally witnessed the old crack shack the human and fae laughingly called home.
"Guess it's better than living in a truck," Tamsin murmured as she slammed said truck door closed.
Moving to the other side, she nimbly pulled the human out and slung her over her shoulder. Her stomach was on Tamsin's shoulder and her hands swung loosely adjacent to the valkyrie's thighs.
"No more pasta in my bowl, Mr. Jingles," the girl was muttering incoherently.
Tamsin rolled her eyes and walked into the house. She was surprised there was no wards in place, she was Dark after all and she had just walked into an unaligned fae's house, and she wondered how stupid these women were. Unless they thought they were completely safe, Tamsin thought as she found the couch quite easily and dumped the human on it like a sack of potatoes. That would make them even more stupid.
Kenzi grunted with the sudden force to her backside, but quickly moved onto her side and moaned in slumber. She said more of the character that was Mr. Jingles, which allowed Tamsin yet another eye roll.
Sighing and looking around, her nose crinkled at the abuse the kitchen table seemed to go through with that many pizza boxes stacked onto it, and she wondered where they put their laundry if not in their actual rooms. Taking the time, as Kenzi was completely knocked out now, Tamsin slowly ascended the stairs. It didn't take her long to find the succubus' room, or so she thought was her room, and upon walking in, the valkyrie saw a luxurious bed. Satin sheets covered the piece of furniture, and her green orbs scanned the room quickly.
"Weapons box, definitely the succusluts room," Tamsin pondered to herself as she looked around.
Her hand was on the weapons case, a finger around warm pink panties as she lifted it off the case, when her phone rang lowly in her pocket. Looking at the memorized number forced a sigh from her lips and she quickly answered the phone.
"What?" Her voice was not polite, and she liked it that way. She closed her eyes tightly and opened them to look at such luscious panties and she took her other hand and held onto the side that was hanging loosely in the air. "I really am more drunk than I thought..."
A hard voice rang across the phone, one that knew Tamsin had done some type of wrong, and she immediately recognized her partner's voice. "Where are you?"
And just like that I'm sober! "Only been together for a day and you're already ordering me for my whereabouts. Seems a little early for that, lover wolf."
If possible, his voice hardened ten fold, "Don't play games. Trick turned his back for a moment and when he turned around, you were gone and so was Kenzi. Where. Are. You?"
Tamsin sighed and nonchalantly said, "I dropped the girl back at her house after she told me the directions. Sorry for looking out for the succubus' human."
"You know you weren't."
"You don't even know me," Tamsin defended, though she didn't know why. Her voice was less defensive than amused and she knew the wolf picked up on it. She didn't care much, she wondered how the panties would look on the good doctor, or even worse, the succubus as she moved it around in the light on her fingertip.
"Whatever. Get out before Bo finds you there."
The line disconnected before Tamsin could respond. Exhaling disgustedly, Tamsin responded into the still air, "As if I'd stay any longer."
Putting down the pair of panties in the exact spot she found them in, Tamsin walked back down the stairs just as swiftly and didn't even look back to see if the human had accidentally vomited in her sleep. She knew if the girl was such a hard drinker on a normal bases that wouldn't be the case, and since Tamsin could just tell these things from all the years of- well- being her, she left the premises without a second glance.
She didn't understand why she had cared to go into the succubus' room, it wasn't like she was really trying to go along with what the Morrigan wanted her to do- kill the fae-, but she seemed compelled to see what in the world the good doctor saw in the woman. If she left her panties around all the time, Tamsin could see why.
She smirked after getting back into her truck and driving off quickly. She still needed to get into Lauren's favor, if not for her own personal needs, and she wondered if she first had to get into... Bo's. Tamsin rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that night as she drove.
She would have to find a way, she thought. She just had to find a way.
*"Skál!" is Icelandic for "Cheers!"
**"Donizu!" is Russian for "To the Bottom!"