Entreißen [PaperHat]

Versteckt

The three had decided to move the two to a small town in Sweden close enough to the German border that the language would trickle over. There they could take refuge in a small church where a few of their friends resided and used the angelic energy to deter any determined Masters and to rid the humans of any subtler marks.

 Flug had told them of his predilection for wearing paper bags and as given one just big enough to fit. Maeno had given him a curious look and nearly mocking comment as he cut out hole for the goggles to fit through. It's a little snug but Flug couldn't complain.

"Do you wear it for the scars?" Tumay asks as they tend to the dishes. Flug had been dozing off on a small couch, however Tumay's voice wakes him again and he jolts up.

"My boss wasn't too appreciative of humans, but primarily that, yes." He says. Tumay hums and continues their task. The bag had been a sign of shame and self preservation in the first few years. Until it eventually evolved into a part of him. Something he added to himself without much thought anymore. But the sense of shame still lingered whenever it was removed.

Earlier, Cäcilie and Maeno had retired for the night in the bedroom. Theophilus was upstairs, closing up the store, putting books away and saying goodnight to the usual people that stopped by.

The night was a serene one, where the stars were visible in the sky and the air held an appropriate chill to it. Every so often there would be a soft quiver in the ground, not unlike when a heavy object hits the ground from a few feet up. One would not notice them if they weren't paying very close attention or knew what to be looking for.

"Alright then," Theophilus sighs as he makes his way in. "It's settled, they'll be moving in the morning. Berith will meet us halfway."

"Berith?" Tumay responds, tone indicating something was the matter with having them pick the pair of them up. Not very comforting for Flug to hear. Especially since he was forced to put all of his trust in these people.

"Who's Berith?" He asks, once again woken up by the two of them talking. Theophilus, who had been giving Tumay a tired look, pulled away from him quickly, uncurling an arm around their waist and stepping a good distance away.

"Berith's one of us. He lives near the church and are willing to bring you there." He says. Tumay wipes soapy hands off on their trousers and set the final plate on the drying rack.

"He's eccentric" They say, sending a disapproving look towards Theophilus. He gives them a reassuring smile and shoulder squeeze.

"Berith is safe, Mr. Slys." He reassures. It's odd no longer being referred to as Doctor. He nearly goes to correct him, pride already too bruised to handle having his title stripped from him. But he doesn't; he bites his tongue and settles back down on the couch.

"Would you like to move to a bed?" Tumay asks gently. "I believe one is left." They say and look back to Theophilus for confirmation. He nods and carefully tucks a strand of hair back behind their ear.

"It would be much more comfortable." He says. Flug shakes his head and groggily slips the goggles and paper bag from his head.

"I feel much more safe here." He mutters.

"I'll grab you a blanket then." He says and makes his way into the shared bedroom. While he's gone, Tumay bids Flug a simple goodnight before heading into the bedroom themself.