currently.
The two officers and the detective that they were meeting were the reporting Force members for all three break-ins, as well as the murders. One was a tall, lanky human that looked every bit of worn as Elion felt. The other was an older man with a bit of a beer gut, a shifter with an attitude just as smug as his partner’s. The detective was possibly around Stavros’ age. He had a cigarette hanging from his lips and a few days’ worth of stubble shadowing his jaw. He wasn’t nearly as broody as Stavros, but he could pull off the attractive jaded cop look. He fit in with the scenery of mostly destroyed bodies and seemed unaffected by the smell of burnt flesh and charred bone.
Elion didn’t even get to learn his name before Bill, the beer-bellied shifter, opened his mouth. It was a few simple words he said, they just happened to be the wrong ones.
“He’s cuter than the last one, Stavros. This one suckin’ your dick as well?” he sneered. Elion was so caught off guard that he didn’t realize he was holding Stavros back until his arm began to ache. “Wow, an elf with balls. That’s new.” He said it so fluently that it was like he thought this was okay, and this time it was Stavros holding Elion back and quietly telling him to ignore it.
The human chewed his lip nervously while the detective continued to smoke his cigarette and gaze off into nothing like this was some civil meeting. Elion’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep, cleansing breath and nodded compliantly. He considered himself a fairly patient man, an understanding man, even. But he had no tolerance for racists or bigots of any kind. It didn’t matter what words they used, if they were from the most outdated of realms, or if they were part of the new slang that humans used, it infuriated him. That’s why when the shifter muttered something about faggots he was lunging forward once more, this time getting a solid punch in before Stavros could even think of grabbing him.
“You two about done? Some of us have shit to do today,” the detective cut in before Bill could retaliate. He dropped his cigarette butt on the ground and snuffed it out with his shoe before leaning back against his car.
“Keep your subordinates under control,” Stavros said with a firm finality that made his power clear. “I want my questions answered. Anymore bullshit and you can answer them in a formal hearing with the Council, are we clear?”
“Crystal,” the detective said, posture straightening instantly.
Elion snuck a glance at Stavros and if he was slightly blinded for a moment he could only assume it was because of the harsh morning sunlight.
After their questioning and scene investigation, they walked away with nothing more than headaches and a smell of death that would stick with them for days. They would have to wait for the examiner’s reports, and even with an order to be processed quickly they could take days to get back.
Elion licked his lips and stuffed his hands in his pockets as they made their way towards their hotel. He blew out a small breath before glancing over at Stavros. “So, wanna go grab something to eat with me?”
Stavros huffed quietly. “I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Elion stopped walking, arms folded over his chest.
“It means, Elion , that I am not a nanny. It isn’t my job to keep you entertained.”
“Do you have it in you to be anything other than a jerk?” Elion asked through clenched teeth.
“How is it that no one has ripped your tongue out before now?” Stavros taunted. A few passing humans glanced at them nervously making Elion even more irritated. Leave it to the bastard to make him look like a fool no matter where they went.
“You’re such a miserable bastard!” Elion roared before shoving by Stavros, not that he stood a chance of actually hurting him or getting more than a few feet away, but it was the principle of the matter.
Stavros
The two officers and the detective that they were meeting were the reporting Force members for all three break-ins, as well as the murders. One was a tall, lanky human that looked every bit of worn as Elion felt. The other was an older man with a bit of a beer gut, a shifter with an attitude just as smug as his partner’s. The detective was possibly around Stavros’ age. He had a cigarette hanging from his lips and a few days’ worth of stubble shadowing his jaw. He wasn’t nearly as broody as Stavros, but he could pull off the attractive jaded cop look. He fit in with the scenery of mostly destroyed bodies and seemed unaffected by the smell of burnt flesh and charred bone.
Elion didn’t even get to learn his name before Bill, the beer-bellied shifter, opened his mouth. It was a few simple words he said, they just happened to be the wrong ones.
“He’s cuter than the last one, Stavros. This one suckin’ your dick as well?” he sneered. Elion was so caught off guard that he didn’t realize he was holding Stavros back until his arm began to ache. “Wow, an elf with balls. That’s new.” He said it so fluently that it was like he thought this was okay, and this time it was Stavros holding Elion back and quietly telling him to ignore it.
The human chewed his lip nervously while the detective continued to smoke his cigarette and gaze off into nothing like this was some civil meeting. Elion’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep, cleansing breath and nodded compliantly. He considered himself a fairly patient man, an understanding man, even. But he had no tolerance for racists or bigots of any kind. It didn’t matter what words they used, if they were from the most outdated of realms, or if they were part of the new slang that humans used, it infuriated him. That’s why when the shifter muttered something about faggots he was lunging forward once more, this time getting a solid punch in before Stavros could even think of grabbing him.
“You two about done? Some of us have shit to do today,” the detective cut in before Bill could retaliate. He dropped his cigarette butt on the ground and snuffed it out with his shoe before leaning back against his car.
“Keep your subordinates under control,” Stavros said with a firm finality that made his power clear. “I want my questions answered. Anymore bullshit and you can answer them in a formal hearing with the Council, are we clear?”
“Crystal,” the detective said, posture straightening instantly.
Elion snuck a glance at Stavros and if he was slightly blinded for a moment he could only assume it was because of the harsh morning sunlight.
After their questioning and scene investigation, they walked away with nothing more than headaches and a smell of death that would stick with them for days. They would have to wait for the examiner’s reports, and even with an order to be processed quickly they could take days to get back.
Elion licked his lips and stuffed his hands in his pockets as they made their way towards their hotel. He blew out a small breath before glancing over at Stavros. “So, wanna go grab something to eat with me?”
Stavros huffed quietly. “I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Elion stopped walking, arms folded over his chest.
“It means, Elion , that I am not a nanny. It isn’t my job to keep you entertained.”
“Do you have it in you to be anything other than a jerk?” Elion asked through clenched teeth.
“How is it that no one has ripped your tongue out before now?” Stavros taunted. A few passing humans glanced at them nervously making Elion even more irritated. Leave it to the bastard to make him look like a fool no matter where they went.
“You’re such a miserable bastard!” Elion roared before shoving by Stavros, not that he stood a chance of actually hurting him or getting more than a few feet away, but it was the principle of the matter.
Stavros
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