SSA Dr. Spencer Reid (
youfeelluckypunk) wrote2015-11-14 10:24 pm
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[turkey day, nov 21]
They've graciously been invited to Derek's Thanksgiving celebration on the actual day itself, but Reid had gotten to thinking after Luke had told him of the invitation that it would be nice to throw a small get-together of their own. Halloween at the bookstore had been a success, after all, and in spite of the fact that they'd been sent to a hellish version of Darrow for the next ten days, Reid had really enjoyed planning and decorating for the holiday with his boyfriend. In a way, it also serves as a bit of a housewarming, even if nobody else needs to know that. They've been officially living together for a week now, though the only real difference is that he's handed over his keys to the Dimera apartment back to the landlord.
Still, being able to call this apartment home, knowing that he gets to spend every night with the man he loves, it means something special to him, and he wants to share that sense of home with the rest of the people he cares about.
So he sends out texts to Alec and Magnus, Peter and Jason and Hild, telling them all to save the date for the twenty-first so they can have an early Thanksgiving celebration. Others are welcome, of course, and Reid suspects they'll have more than enough food because he'd made arrangements for one restaurant in particular (one that he visits often and had already been promoting take-out for Thanksgiving Day) to set him up with a turkey dinner early. There are all the expected fixings, though he'd ordered four turkeys because Luke still needs to eat more to make up for all the weight he'd lost in the alternate version of Darrow, plus a couple pumpkin pies and various other desserts strewn out across the table. The wine Peter had given to him on Halloween is out, available for consumption to those who want it, but Reid will be sticking to water tonight.
If anyone asks, he's been slaving away in the kitchen all day long, brewing coffee after coffee as he and Luke make sure everything looks nice and neat for their first Thanksgiving dinner together. The food is set out over the counter in the kitchen, china and utensils and glassware placed at the very end so people can take what they want and find a place to eat in the living room, where they've placed extra chairs, and it isn't until they hear the first knock at the door that Reid finally decides he's satisfied with the way everything looks.
Every single person who will be here tonight has been through so much, seen more than one person ever should, but tonight, Reid is just grateful that they're all still here.
Still, being able to call this apartment home, knowing that he gets to spend every night with the man he loves, it means something special to him, and he wants to share that sense of home with the rest of the people he cares about.
So he sends out texts to Alec and Magnus, Peter and Jason and Hild, telling them all to save the date for the twenty-first so they can have an early Thanksgiving celebration. Others are welcome, of course, and Reid suspects they'll have more than enough food because he'd made arrangements for one restaurant in particular (one that he visits often and had already been promoting take-out for Thanksgiving Day) to set him up with a turkey dinner early. There are all the expected fixings, though he'd ordered four turkeys because Luke still needs to eat more to make up for all the weight he'd lost in the alternate version of Darrow, plus a couple pumpkin pies and various other desserts strewn out across the table. The wine Peter had given to him on Halloween is out, available for consumption to those who want it, but Reid will be sticking to water tonight.
If anyone asks, he's been slaving away in the kitchen all day long, brewing coffee after coffee as he and Luke make sure everything looks nice and neat for their first Thanksgiving dinner together. The food is set out over the counter in the kitchen, china and utensils and glassware placed at the very end so people can take what they want and find a place to eat in the living room, where they've placed extra chairs, and it isn't until they hear the first knock at the door that Reid finally decides he's satisfied with the way everything looks.
Every single person who will be here tonight has been through so much, seen more than one person ever should, but tonight, Reid is just grateful that they're all still here.
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It's why he ends up in the middle of an unfamiliar living room.
"Princess Hild-- um." He looks around. There are a lot of people, and this is not a place he's ever been before. At least most of the faces are familiar so this isn't too mortifying. Even if one of them is a guy who tried to attack him. "Sorry!"
[ooc note i always have to write with this pup, augh: at this point noah has been turned more human, so for whoever knows him, he looks very real/more solid, he's wearing regular clothes (not his aglionby uniform). hild is probably the only one who knows, though, because it's only been a few days and he's been holed up.]
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It had been nearly two weeks since she had escaped from that nightmare place, but still her first instinct remained to fight, her words did not come, and her nerves were forever on edge. But time was beginning to ease this. Events like this reminded her that she had nothing to fear. And the sight of Noah so solid, dressed differently, nearly a full man warmed her in a way that the peace of this city could not.
She stepped nearer to him with a small smile. She pressed a hand lightly to his cheek to reassure him that he had not done any wrong, and raised her brows in question as to his arrival.
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"Sorry," he said quietly, covering her hand with his warm one. "I didn't mean to startle you at your party, Princess. I can come back later."
He was glad to see her with people, as she, like Krem and some of the others, seemed to be having a hard time integrating themselves back into life as it had been before the other Darrow. Noah was doing his best not to let himself sink too deeply into it.
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Hild shook her head with the smallest smile tucked into the corner of her mouth. He had startled her, yes, but there was no harm done. It was her problem, her own broken thing to fix. Noah had his own, too.
With her free hand, she found his. Linking their fingers, she gently tugged, inclining her head toward the party, the open seats, the food. He would be welcome to stay.
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"Are you sure?" he whispered. "Is it someone's birthday?"
Hild hadn't been talking, so he tried to keep his questions ones that could be answered with a yes or no.
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She rubbed her belly too, with a rueful grin. There had been even more food before the party began.
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He giggled when she rubbed her stomach, and he playfully poked at it. "So you totally pigged out? So unprincess-like," he teased, and softly tickled her side.
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Hild pouted, playfully, and pulled away from Noah's poke and tickle, but still kept a hold of his hand. She shook her head that no, it was very princess-like in her day, but wasn't sure how to say as much.
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He liked that she kept hold of his hand, and he didn't let go, either. He still had an instinctive worry that he was too cold for someone to touch him more than a little while, he was still getting used to the fact that his skin could be warm, now.
"So it's really okay if I stay? I didn't know you were friends with Peter and Jason," he said, glancing around.
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She rolled her eyes and tugged him closer to the table of food, insisting that he stay. She frowned at the mention of Jason and Peter, though she could figure out very easily who they were, and shook her head, pointing instead at Luke and Spencer. Them she knew, and they knew Peter and Jason.
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He thought he ought to ask Luke and the other guy if he could stay, but Hild seemed insistent that it was fine, so he made himself up a plate of food. It all looked and smelled so good. "Can I sit with you?"
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The fact that he's called out for Hild by name helps his case, too.
"It's okay," Reid says, taking a step closer. "You're... looking for Hild?"
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"Hi," he says, rubbing his cheek a moment and then, realizing he's doing it, drops his hand. "I made cupcakes and I was going to invite her over for one, but I didn't realize she was at..." He glances around, and gives a guess. "Someone's birthday party?"
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"Just an early Thanksgiving celebration," he says. "We don't have cupcakes, but we do have pie. If you're a friend of Hild's, you're welcome to stay for the food, we've got plenty left to go around." Luke will eat whatever's leftover, likely by the end of tomorrow, but they're not actively planning on saving the food for themselves.
"I'm Spencer, by the way, this is my apartment. Well..." He scans the room for his boyfriend then briefly points Luke out before. "Mine and his. Can I get you a slice of pie?"
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"That's so nice of you! Thanks, sure," he says enthusiastically. He hasn't had pie in freaking forever. Or a Thanksgiving! "Oh, I know him. Luke, right? Did he ever find a place for his magic sword? I'm Noah." He offers his hand to shake, still smiling.
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That's fine by Reid, especially considering he's dating a werewolf, but the comment about the calendar makes him narrow his eyes, even if he doesn't say anything about it. The fact that Noah is a friend of Hild's doesn't make Reid feel comfortable enough to prod further, though he supposes it's rather obvious the lack of awareness about the month and day has everything to do with the fact that Noah had materialized in the middle of the apartment.
Either way, he's not sure he wants to spend the day asking someone he's just met all sorts of nosy questions in his own home, so Reid just smiles, foregoing the handshake in favor of gesturing for Noah to follow him into the kitchen.
"It's in a safe place," he says vaguely, glancing around to make sure Alec isn't within earshot, if only because he suspects it would cause a fuss. "Luke did mention you, though, I was glad to know someone was there to help him. Thank you for that. Big slice or little slice?"
He'd spent most of that night patching up his already healing boyfriend's back, and it's not something he particularly wants to relive at the moment.
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It's good to hear the sword is safely stashed, since Luke had been so worried about where to take it and how to get it there. He's still not actually sure what was up with the sword in the first place, but he's okay not knowing.
"Of course, I like helping people," Noah says. It took getting murdered for Noah to realize how precious life is, and he likes to keep as many people from being hurt, or worse, as possible. "Um. Big? But not too big because I don't want to be rude. It's just...I haven't been able to eat for the past seven years until recently, and this all smells really good."
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"I'm sorry, you said you haven't been able to eat for seven years?" He shakes his head, nudging one of the full pies toward Noah before gesturing at the collection of forks. "Please, help yourself. And if it's not too much trouble, would you mind expanding a little more on that not eating part?"
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"I'm dead. I mean, I'm a ghost. But I can eat now," he adds with a small burst of enthusiasm that quickly dims back into calm. He picks up a fork and slices himself a piece of pie, transferring it carefully to a plate. "It's a long story."
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He frowns then, furrowing his brow as he watches Noah dig into the pie. "I'm sure it is," he says, "but is there a short version of it? Why can you eat now when you haven't been able to for so long? Are you... alive again?"
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"I'm not alive. I wish." He takes a bite of pie while he thinks of how to short version explain, and makes a tiny sound of pleasure at the taste of it. "Wow, this is good. Well...basically, I was murdered in a magic forest, and somehow became a ghost. And then I came here, and recently two of my friends performed a spell on me, and now I'm way more human. I can eat and sleep, and I even look alive, but I'm still dead."