(Au! Supernatural! Kidlaw) Taming A Demon

Miasma and Haze

It was the longest trip Kidd ever took in his life, and the occasional detours the pair ended up taking didn't help at all- though, who was Kidd to intervene in whatever Law got up into?

Finally, after travelling for five days, they reached Washington D.C.

Though, upon staring up at the grand building that once stood as a cathedral.. the redhead realized not all was left the same as before he left it.

Or more accurately, now that he's changed, everything else was different too.

Previously, whenever Kidd came back from a day out, he would stop to stare at the towering fortress, bathing in the very spiritual essence of the haven that cradled and nearly smothered him upon return.

It was an addictive feeling, the auras of all the exorcists that resided inside continuously collected into an ever streaming haze, a mist of sorts, not only meant to repel the malevolent supernatural, but to reinforce the auras of those already inside.

It was the closest, most powerful feeling Kidd ever had to being welcome there.

But now, it felt different, whether in a good or bad way was yet to be decided.

The aura that would metaphorically sweep Kidd from his feet and drown him in waves, were now weak ripples, it still held that warmth, but it was much harder to grasp, something he couldn't notice unless he was actively reaching out for it, letting it reach him.

It was as if Kidd was wearing an invisible coat that buffered the aura, preventing it from influencing him.

Though now that he was thinking about auras and hazes- honestly, just a more benevolent version of miasma, it almost felt weirder not being around Law anymore.

The apprentice couldn't help but notice, that even though they were vastly different in intensity, the cathedral's haze was similar to Law's miasma and how it reached into him, warmer surely, more familiar as well, but distinctly flimsier.

Though Law wasn't around anymore, he swore he could still feel it somehow, the miasma that he inadvertently grew accustomed to as they spent more and more time together..

Kidd didn't really understand it himself, but apparently Law saw it as a normal occurrence, something about his soul creating it's own haze now that it was uninhibited..

Turning to his left, where Law often liked to stand by him, Kidd could almost feel the phantom tendrils of his aura still persisting, still reaching out and caressing his soul in the way only a demon's could.

Only now was it apparent that their meeting has not only altered his mentality, but it changed him spiritually as well.

Kidd could see figures move past the windows- or more specifically, the auras of those figures, and for a stray moment, he wondered if they would recognize him, hell, if he were to look in a mirror at this very moment, while he was still overly sensitive to the energies in the air, would he still recognize himself?

If he were to turn away from the cathedral and look a few seconds too long into the forest around them, he could pick out strands of life, other supernatural creatures keeping a distance from the exorcists and their headquarters alike, even the ones that weren't completely corporeal by their own standards.

As they traveled across the country, Kidd found he could see so much more than before, but at the same time he was blinded, finding his own aura blocked the others out, only showing themselves to him when he wanted to see them.

That was probably an issue they'd have to work on together.. sometime..

Craning his head even further, till he was looking right back the way he came, Kidd felt a longing, and it only ached more at the sight of an empty fog and bare, nearly dead husks of trees, all of which engulfed the flora in a dark blanket that wasn't considered miasma quite yet.