Homecoming

Sylas manuevers into the house as best he can with one good arm. "Dowan! I'm back!" He groans softly as his cast bumps into the doorframe, cursing under his breath.

OOC: For future reference, he has a cast around the bottom of his right let, various bandaging all across his body, and heavy bandaging and stitches on his left arm.

Dowan jumps. She had been waiting for him, as she was out of commission. She gasps when she sees her husband, all broken and hurt. "What happened?!" She said, drawing the words out. This was not good. "Are you okay?" Sighing, she runs to him, showering light kisses over his face.

He smiles, though winces slightly. "Gentle please, gentle...There were...complications, though I've been offically made a death scythe." He hugs her with his good arm, smiling. "I missed you..."

Dowan's smile slips a little, into an almost a frown. She was happy for him, really she was, but it had been a dream of hers to make him a death scythe...and he had already done it. Letting go, she walked to sit onto the couch, where she leaned back. She had graduated in the top of her class. Now she was doing small things, and couldn't even go on missions with her husband.

Sylas manages to wheel his way over to her. "I know we wanted to do it together, Dowan, but....look at the shape I'm in. Imagine the damage you would've taken....I did it for him...or her. The thought of losing you is unbearable. The thought of losing you and the baby...unimaginable."

Dowan half smiles, "I know. There's just so much going on. I'm just sort of-lonely." She rubs her stomach, "You are my heart and soul. Loosing you would pretty much be the end for me." She takes his hand, "I just feel useless. Please understand."

Sylas leans to kiss her, ignoring the pain. "I know...I feel the same way now. But now you've got me, almost all to yourself for the next six to eight weeks...except for tomorrow, around noon. I'm meeting some Death Scythes in the Death Room. Something is happening in Europe...potentially a new kishin." He chose to withold the information about his brainwashing, not wanting to worry her further.

"I should be there."She whispered to the air, staring ahead, transfixed. "But I'm not..." She sighed, getting up. "I'm making dinner. I bought a couple movies. Date night?" She giggled half heartedly, but she knew something was up. But she winked at him, a bit of her old feisty spirit rising up within her.

Sylas grins, attempting to get some feeling back in his body. "That sounds lovely. Anything I can help you with?"

Dowan turns, surprised, "Who is it?"

"Oh! Okay!. Just a minute." She opens the door, smiling slightly, "What do I have the honor, Ms. Lee?"

Sylas wheels up to the door, nodding to her. "Asuka. Dowan, this is Death Scythe Asuka Lee. She helped me get the witches soul...and got me to the hospital."

"Oh." Dowan blinked, surprised. "um..." She looks down, a little embarrassed.

Sylas looks over at her, frowning. "Is something wrong, Dowan?"

Dowan shakes her head quickly, more embarassed than before, "Oh it's nothing. I'm just in the presence of a death scythe, a really good one I can read. Guess I couldn't have picked a better person to make my husband a death scythe." She rubbed the back of her head, obviously noticing her casual wear. Was she...jealous? No, that wasn't it. Or maybe it was. She was jealous. Ugh.

Sylas studies her, sighing inwardly. He knew her well enough to know what she was thinking. He leaned forwards, wincing as he grabbed the yo-yo and pulling back, sotring it in a pocket. "Thanks for the assistance, Asuka. Have a good night."

Dowan raised her eyebrows, "Just let me know if there are any young ones interested in the academy, so I can schedule them," Dowan tries to smile, but she's already let her husband down.

Sylas closes the door, wrapping his good arm around her waist. "Dowan, its ok. You don't need to be jealous of her. You shouldn't be jealous of her. You and I have something that she can't, and our relationship as meister and weapon shoulddnt matter as much as our relationship as husband and wife...."

Dowan groans, "UGH. I'm so silly." She buries her head into his shoulder lightly, making sure not to hurt him, "But I couldn't help it. She's pretty and she is a death scythe. And my emotions are out of wack. Sue me."