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How to Seer, Part 18

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The trip back home was a quiet one; I was lost to my thoughts and Mitch was kind enough to let me process what I'd experienced. Seeing someone die isn't a usual experience for most people where I grew up and, even though I turned my back to the alley before the dragon finished the addict off I knew well enough what would happen. In the end it was a mercy, at least, that was what I told myself, but it didn't really help me feel any better about it.

Each step was a blur and I can't remember anything more about the return except that I went straight to my room after I got back. Mitch hung out for a few seconds with the rest of the Spirits but he followed after me shortly thereafter. I was just sitting down on my bed before the gentle knock at my bedroom door; it was the hollow, echoing sound of a spirit announcing his presence without interacting with the physical world. By that point I knew my spirits well enough to know it was Mitch without even seeing him. "Come on in."

The Raven made his way in, stopping just past the door and he shook out his feathers. He extended a wing to me. "You alright, Billy?"

I took his feathers in my hand and they gripped me as if they were fingers in an almost cartoonish way but it was still real to me. Looking down to the floor I shrugged. "To be honest? I don't know."

Mitch had always been a verbose spirit; he was ready with a quip or snappy remark at the drop of a hat and yet, in that moment, he said nothing. Taking a seat next to me on the bed I felt a slight pull in his direction as if the mattress were compressed, and yet I knew that there was no gravity involved; the pull was from him. In response to it I rested my head on his shoulder and let out a long, emotional sigh. It had been a very long night.

I'm not sure how long we sat there like that, Mitch providing me silent emotional support with nothing but his presence. At some point he extended a wing, curling it around me like a feathery shawl as he gave me a hug, going so far as to resting his beak atop my head. I might have cried over the experience of encountering the overdose or maybe I cried over the realization that there was a limit to my power and even if I could get a dragon spirit to not eat a man I couldn't save his life. Perhaps it was just the realization that I was growing up and that success was never assured in anything.

Through it all, Mitch remained at my side: patient and comforting. At some point I realized just how close he was, and how important he was to my mental health-- or my life, for that matter. I didn't pull back so much as turn to regard him, offering up his name in a gentle call. "Mitch?"

He responded by withdrawing just a little so he could turn to look at me without his beak striking my face. "What is it, Billy?"

The Raven had been a perfect gentleman on our date and beyond patient for my affections. It was not the MAIN reason I asked what I did, but it was a component of the strong attraction I had to him. Feeding him the spirit energy was done gladly. "Would you kiss me, please?"

Asking a Spirit for something was a great instillation of energy for them, so his casual response was actually quite meaningful when he said "You should never have to ask that, Billy. Gladly."

His beak wasn't precisely the perfect tool for kissing, but I didn't care. We drew even closer and, before I knew it, I was running my fingers through the downy fur on his chest, then abdomen, and then even lower. He later swore he hadn't dismissed his clothing but in that moment I was glad that there was nothing in the way. It had been a long night, but I needed something close and intimate and a good distraction for the experience of the alley. I didn't just need Mitch, I actively wanted him, and he fell back onto the bed with absolutely no objection.

We alternated between kissing and undressing me; his feathery 'fingers' turned out to be perfectly capable of working the button and zipper of my pants, but I did as much of it myself as I could because he didn't need to be wasting any spirit energy on undressing me. I do have to admit that his graspy feet turned out to be incredibly useful in pulling my pants off as I lay otherwise bare atop him. His feathers were each miniature caresses, strokes and kisses to my naked body. I reveled in it, and the sensations only grew.

I remembered learning in high school biology class that most male birds didn't have a penis, but I did not recall if ravens were an exception. I DO know that Raven Spirits can have whatever they want and, on that night, Mitch had what I wanted. It was alien, but it was wonderful. I straddled him, our hips together with my hand gripping both lengths, brushing them together as we hugged, snuggled, and each thrust forth, building ever closer to what I hoped would wash away the lingering feelings of disquiet. We didn't get that chance.

A half-mumbled rumble from outside was still so loud that it was all but unmistakable, and the events of earlier in the night came crashing right back down as the title was called out to me. "Human-Seer!"

Despite the overwhelming desire I could see clearly in Mitch's eyes, he simply let out a sigh, brushing my cheek with the feathers of a wing. "It's alright, Billy... I'll be right here if you need to deal with him."

I desperately wanted to ignore him and, for a split second I almost toyed with the idea of sic-ing the rest of my companions on him but, despite how much I desperately wanted some intimate time with Mitch, I realized that I wasn't about to be so childish. Leaning forward, I gave the Raven another kiss. "I'll tell him to go away."

It would have been a great plan to carry out but, the moment I opened the window to tell him off, I stopped like someone hit the 'pause' button; the dragon spirit was horribly disheveled, torn up and bloody. He was walking on three legs, holding his front left one curled up beneath him and one eye was stuck shut, swollen, with blood leaking out of it. He smiled when he saw me and the gesture hurt; his lower scaled lip split apart, bleeding anew and he appeared to be missing a tooth. "I is being happy to see you, Human-Seer."

Despite knowing I didn't want to get involved, I nevertheless asked. "What happened to you, Dragon?"

Even calling him by the racial title I'd provided showed an immediate effect as the blood flowing from his split lip was staunched. He let out a wheezing rasp and coughed up reddish phlegm. "Nephili."

That one word changed the trajectory of my night yet again.