Eiry - Disaster and Romance

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Chapter 67 (v.1) - Luke and Guyver

Submitted: December 16, 2011

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Luke and Guyver

[Tuesday, December 13]

 

Guyver looked at the card Eiry had given him with Luke’s private number. It had been a week or two since he had asked about it, and he felt it shouldn’t wait too much longer. But then, he wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it, either. However, Luke hadn’t really been a difficult man to talk to, or unfriendly. So he punched in the number and dialed, waiting nervously.

“Hello Guyver,” a woman said, and he was momentarily thrown for a loop.

“Uh, hi. I was calling for Luke. Is this..”

“This is Laura, his mate, dear. He’s run out for a bit, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Well, uh, I was wondering if I could talk to him about, uh, me and Eiry.”

“Oh, I see,” she said, a warm note in her voice. “I’ll have him give you a call back when he gets in, it shouldn’t be more than half an hour. Of course, you could stop by any time.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. Sorry about earlier, how’d you know it was me?”

“Caller ID, hon. He’s got your number in here.”

“Ah. Well, I won’t take any more of your time.”

“It’s no trouble. Expect to hear from him; I’ll insist.”

“I appreciate it, ma’am.”

“Anytime. Goodbye, Guyver.”

“Goodbye.”

He looked at the phone after hanging up, a bit perplexed. Luke had his number? Maybe it was just a precaution. Had Eiry given it to him, or had he done some digging? If so, what did that mean? He briefly considered asking Eiry what that meant, but that probably wasn’t a very good idea, he was just worrying.

“What’s that look for?” Mavrik asked, standing in the bedroom doorway.

“Not sure. The top guy in Eiry’s family’s got my number.”

“’Sthat bad?”

“No idea.”

“Well, best not to worry until you have to. Come out and say hi to Laila a bit.”

“Yeah, sure.” He followed Mavrik out into the living room, and the three hung out on the couch for a while with a movie. Laila was into horror flicks, and it was during a suspenseful scene that Guyver’s phone buzzed dramatically, making them all jump and then laugh a bit as Guyver ran into another room to answer.

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is Luke. Guyver, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I hear you want to talk to me.”

“That’s right. It would probably be better in person.”

“Yes, I usually do prefer that. When are you able to get here?”

“Anytime, usually.”

“How about tomorrow evening?”

“Yeah, sure. What time?”

“Say about seven thirty? Do you remember how to get to my house?”

“Yeah, that shouldn’t be a problem, I can teleport right there.”

There was a brief pause at this, but Luke went on. “Okay. I will expect you then. Does Eiry know you’re coming?”

“No.”

“If you don’t want her to, I suggest you make sure Sali doesn’t see or smell you.”

“No, there should be no need for that. I’ll see you then.”

“I’ll expect you. Goodbye, Guyver.”

“Goodye, sir.”

 

 

[Wednesday, December 14]

Guyver stepped through the portal into dark woods, the shape of a house appearing not too far away as his eyes adjusted. The lights in the windows were warm and welcoming, and he wondered why there wasn’t a porch light until he realized he was at the back of the house. His gut told him to swing around wide to the front, and he did, trying not to be too loud as he did so. Luke was in one of the rockers on the porch, waiting for him.

“Good evening, Guyver.”

“Hello, Luke.”

“I often enjoy watching the forest from here. However, I suspect we should go in and not make waves.”

“Certainly, sir.”

Luke showed him in, and soon they were sitting across from each other in the living room, Guyver on the couch and Luke in a rather comfortable looking overstuffed armchair in a rather nice shade of blue. Neither of them said anything for a minute or two, but Guyver began to feel comfortable here, and that he could talk to this man.

“There are some things that have been happening lately that I wanted to talk to someone about. I don’t think Miara’s the best choice, since she’s not part of a pack.”

“She does seem to have a different view sometimes. Where would you like to start?”

“Well, I have to admit, the whole dominance thing you guys have is rather…confusing at times.”

“I see. You have problems being dominant over someone else, then. You think it is force.”

“Heh..a lot of the time.”

“Real dominance can be much more subtle than that.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you feel right now?”

“Right now? You’re using it?” Guyver asked, surprised, and Luke nodded. “I feel..I can talk to you.”

“I became Leader because I have greater dominance than other people, and can use it more effectively. Just being dominant isn’t enough. Do you understand?”

“I think so. And where does Eiry fit into all this?”

“Her base dominance is very low. That means that she is unable to influence over others with it, and is therefore easily influenced herself. It’s not bad. It just is. It doesn’t mean she’s incapable or picked on or made to do things. More that she is willing to do for others instead. This will be more apparent socially more than with you, most likely.”

“I’ve seen it in both. We’ve had some rather tense situations lately where we hang out…How do I help her stay calm?”

“Ah. I wondered if that might be behind this. It is much easier to do in person, I assure you, therefore it’s likely you can learn to. Do you remember what it felt like? Your friends in danger and a bit of a dominance war going on?”

The feelings of the night of the nonary game sprang up as he remembered, and he had a new respect for this guy’s abilities. Luke was then saying things, but most of Guyver’s attention was on the feeling that radiated from him, slicing through the memory with a stern calmness and the assurance of being safe and that he was ready for Luke to let him know what to do. Then the moment was over, and he was left feeling calm and able to handle things.

“How—how did you do that?”

“I imagine it’s like using some of your powers, you just learn how. Like here, I reminded her of a time when I did calm her down, and she supplied the feeling while I talked to her a bit. With Eiry, it shouldn’t be difficult for you. But you took a lot, you’re dominant whether you want to be or not. With your personality, I can see how that works out very well.”

“Heh..that’s good right?”

“Very.”

“So, is there anything particular about dominance for guys than women?”

That made Luke laugh a bit. “Other than a guy not giving you as many chances? Not particularly. We’re more likely to do first and think later, and be less patient. Otherwise, dominance itself isn’t really different. The only reason Leaders are male is because we’re physically stronger.”

“And thus able to threaten enemies more easily?”

“Yes. A harder approach is needed when things go down, especially here.”

“Yeah, I get that. Speaking of...did Eiry give you my number?”

“Yes, quite a while ago. I used it to get information on you before you came here in July.”

“Like…how much information?”

“Don’t worry, your records are rather uninteresting. Sali was much more informative.”

“You don’t say? Well, you have a pack to protect. But hey, I got nothing to hide and i plan to marry Eiry, you need info just let me know and—oh crap I just blurted that out -_-"

That got a hearty chuckle from Luke. “Well most of us know that already.”

“That obvious, huh?”

“I meant in the family. The Kortans and mine are rather close, as you’ve probably inferred.”

“Yes, that’s right. Eiry said that I’d be considered part of the pack then.”

“Yes, by extention. You would be charged with keeping us safe just like anyone else. I know it’s different at that house where you all met, but the rest of the world is a very different matter.”

“Yes, of course. Her safety is the most important to me, and that means you guys, too.”

“Even from people you trust, like your brother. You can’t tell them things they don’t already know. We will make sure that we are all perfectly Human should your family come here, as I suspect will be the case.”

“Just like any other guests, huh?”

“In that sense, yes. You will be treated as a member of the pack when you are here, as if you are Lupa. That means you must obey me just like anyone else. I don’t care what you do elsewhere, or how good you may think you are. If something happens and I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. The pack will expect you to. I know this may sound bad to you, but it is imperative that you understand we cannot have disruptions of that sort in emergencies, for the good of the pack. If you think you can’t do that, then I would encourage you to not spend much time here.”

“Don’t rock the boat, got it. I think Eiry will be able to help me with that one.”

“Indeed. I think that is enough for now. Lauren is out with the hunters, but I can offer you tea or cider, probably some cookies or nut bread.”

“Cider? Sign me up. Whatever you’ve got’s fine with me.”

“Not much, unfortunately, I’ve burned so much food I gave up decades ago. I’d be eating every meal at the main kitchen if it weren’t for Lauren. She’s not the greatest cook, but it always tastes best to me.”

“I know what you mean,” Guyver said, thinking of the last time Eiry had cooked for him, and the special way he had felt when he’d eaten it, even though Sali’s was better. There were ginger cookies, which were good, and they talked about other, more amiable things for a while, like about themselves and some general topics about the inn. And Guyver found that while Luke initially came off as a strong, no nonsense guy, he was quite friendly when not being Leader, and he could see how after being Eiry’s Leader for most of her life, they knew and had a trust with each other. He could easily calm her down or dominate her in various ways, and he trusted her to move half way across the world and bring her strange Human boyfriend home without endangering the pack.

The night ended on that comfortable thought, and Luke saw him out about an hour after he’d arrived. Guyver was pleased with how things had gone, and thought that Luke was, too. Mavrik wasn’t home, most likely out with Laila, but Eiry must be working hard already as it was nearly nine.

‘Really tired, going to get some sleep. Love you,’ he texted, deciding it was best to think it over for now. And if he got to bed early, he could go see her when she was done with work—possibly even wait upstairs and surprise her. That made him chuckle deciding it was a good idea, and he went to bed with that thought.


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