We Who Are(Bound In Blood)

Adapting

The smell of bacon and coffee pulled Elias from his dreams. He blinked, not moving, just staring at the cream-colored wall as he slowly came to. He lay there confused for a moment before the morning stimuli finally settled in. "Who the fuck made breakfast?" Elias rasps rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Alex huffed, from her spot tangled in the blankets by his leg. "Not me, Mr. Thumbs, as much as I wish I could." Elias squeezed his eyes shut and pushed himself onto his elbows. He let loose a sigh and ran a hand over his face. "So my demon then. Did you see him? Hear him?" Alex yawned and arched up before hopping off the bed."Both, and I suggest you hurry before breakfast is cold." Alex padded from the room, disappearing with a final flick of her puffy white tail. "Brat," Elias muttered as he slid from the bed and grabbed for his pants that he had left on the floor there. They were gone however and he paused, crouched nude feeling awkward as the cold air brushed all his exposed spots. "What the-" he stood his blue eyes sweeping the room in obvious confusion. Had his new housemate made off with his pants? He pursed his lips, not surprising considering he seemed to be a neat freak. Running a hand through his curls Elias pulled open his drawer fishing out a pair of soft grey joggers and tugging them on. He grabbed his phone clicking it on to check on the messages he had missed through the night. Some of the enchanted paint was on sale, there was a collection of first edition mage atlas' up for auction now that another high witch had bit the dust and Elias smirked noting that his automatic bid was the highest and there were only a few more hours left. There were a few texts from his mom begging him to talk to her, one from his dad threatening him if he didn't stay away, and a few from his sisters all in varying stages of anger that he wasn't speaking with them. Elias scratched his nose as he sank into the offered chair and was pushed in, thinking for a moment before typing a quick reply to his friend Dalia, an Aurai with a knack for mischief, who wanted to go to a storage locker auction. He frowned minutely as he took the offered coffee, annoyance bubbling in him as he read the email his old professor had sent him. A new kid who was some sort of hybrid but no one had any clue as to what, and they wanted Elias to come in and sort it out. Like hell, he thought darkly deleting the email. The last email was from a High Witch he had only heard about in passing requesting a formal summit within the next week. Alexia Snow, Kellen paused in his reading to accept a glass of orange juice, he knew he probably shouldn't, High Witches were exactly the kind of supernaturals he didn't want to be spending time with. Kellen pursed his lips, but it was a formal summit and there was no way he was passing up a look at what the reclusive old witch was up to. He typed out a quick reply in what he hoped was an adequately formal manner. There was a text from his nephew, Kellen, begging to use the beach house in Ibiza so he could take his boyfriend for a holiday. Elias actually snorted at that one and typed out a reply. 

<Whatever I'll send the keys and there's lube and condoms in the guest bedroom so keep your ass out of the master.> 

His mother would be appalled if she knew he was condoning Kellen's trip. The thought made him smirk. There were a few more emails and messages that needed answering but there was food in front of him now and he was all but foaming at the mouth. He switched off his phone and grabbed for his fork. The first bite was better than he ever could have hoped. It was spicy and the eggs were so fluffy and wow. Elias reached for his coffee and then stilled. Wait...wait. His head jerked up. The kitchen was empty, the whole apartment suddenly way to quiet. Elias looked at the coffee. He had walked out of his room without opening the door- because it had been opened for him. He had sat down without pulling out the chair- he remembered the scrap of wood as it was presented to him. He had been served while sitting and typing away. Elias let out a surprised little laugh. Half annoyed with himself, half amused by the naturalness of the whole affair. His demon was smart. Elias finished his breakfast and left the plates on the table. He snagged his phone and went into the living room clicking on the TV and glancing around for his bag.