The question that tumbled from Kasabian’s lips had Mihai’s mouth falling open slightly, his brow knitting just slightly as his mind spun out in a hundred different directions for an answer, as if he couldn’t trust the instinctive words that tried to slip from his open lips on a whisper, "I..."<br/><br/>Memories finally rekindled, sparking a fresh light in Mihai’s gaze as his eyes widened. Kasabian, the boy who’d spent many a laughter filled afternoon with him so long ago, the man whose eyes had been haunting his dreams for the last few months, the man whose fingers were reaching out for his and-<br/><br/>The crackling energy that seemed to flare to life as skin met skin flashed up Mihai’s arm with a surge of prickling heat that seem to disperse throughout his whole body in less than a heartbeat, his jaw dropping completely, hazel orbs caught on shining greens as a wide smile began to pull at his face. "Yes!" he crowed, the word bursting from him with more meaning than simple sound could convey. He barked out a loud laugh, surroundings and company forgotten as he pulled the blonde into a tight hug, burying his face into the man’s neck, taking in that scent that seemed to make the rest of the world slip further away with each breath. It was like they had never been apart, but had somehow been separated from this moment for a lifetime.<br/><br/>A comforting warmth soon built up between them, heat seemed to be radiating off the man in his arms in a way that Mihai soon recognized as the energy that he had sent forth with his spell, and he knew he never wanted to let go. But, he had found the one who he could pour his trust into, the one that would be by his side until death no matter how far apart their paths took them. He would survive a few moments of being free from that embrace. Maybe. Kasabian had certainly grown into a being of grace and beauty, qualities that plucked at something a bit deeper within Miahi. He chuckled wryly as he forced himself to pull away feeling the heat rising into his cheeks, only to be suddenly aware of the pair of dire stares from the couch. The looks startled him for a moment, wondering what could have possibly warranted such a reaction from his family, but they said nothing. He did his best to ignore them for the moment, instead focusing on on the sight of his new familiar with a raised brow as his fingers were raked back through his dark curls, his voice creaking slightly as he murmured, “I... I’m glad it’s you. I can’t imagine a single soul I’d rather...” He took a deep breath, taking in every detail of the frame before him, a helpless grin creeping up his face as he met Kasabian’s eyes once more, “I’m glad you’re here, Kas.”<br/><br/>He took one more glance at his strangely dour parents, his mother actually starting to move from her place on the couch, before reaching out for Kasabian’s hand once more with an apologetic grin, tugging gently to guide the blonde hurriedly down the hallway that would lead them out of the line of sight of the two older witches, “Come on. Let’s, ah... get some room to breathe, shall we?” The pair were soon stepping into Mihai’s room, the dark haired man quickly closing the door behind the pair before letting out a relieved breath that seemed to catch in the middle as his eyes caught Kasabian’s once more. He let out a short laugh, sinking to the floor with his back against the wall beside the door, his fingers once more catching on his own hair, “Damn! I don't even know where to start! Are you really in school with me? At the coven or the university or...” He glanced back at the door as if trying to see through it, to know what his parents were thinking, giving him a look like that. He let out a breath, shrugging at Kasabian and pushing himself to his feet, brushing his fingers along the blonde’s just to be able to feel that skin once more and the faint buzz of the connection they now shared before sitting down and waving a few fingers to the place beside him if the man would take it. “Sorry about all that, out there. Ten minutes ago they were nothing but thrilled to know I'd finally finished the summoning spell. I wanted to... I wanted to make sure it was just right.”<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Devlin’s patience was on it’s last thread when Kasabian was nowhere to be found at their designated meeting spot beside the Visual Arts building. The man’s dark umber eyes held no hint of forgiveness for the delay that quickly deemed a no-show. Kasabian was from good stock, from a loyal line of familiars that had somehow proven themselves worthy to serve the Blackmore family, and Devlin thought he could demand no less of this new generation. But no, he demanded more. The powers he was delving into were growing in strength with each new day, his ambition growing with them, and any familiar of his would have to be the best of the best to keep up with his strength. The wily creature that was Kasabian had certainly shown great promise over the years, but if the damned cat couldn't be made to understand his new place in the world...<br/><br/>A twisted glare inched its way up Devlin’s face, one that had even the more worldly of students blinking warily at the man with his perfectly upswept dark hair and overly crisp style as they quickly steered clear of his path as he stalked back to his silver Mercedes parked in the main lot. He stripped off his heavy, black wool coat in favor of the finely stitched red jacket beneath before settling in behind the wheel and zooming out of the lot at top speed, a few murmured words of shadowed power keeping him on course despite the lingering slushed snow in the far reaches of the lot.<br/><br/>He was pulling up to Kasabian’s apartment within minutes, each one of which had allowed him further moments to steep in the rising indignation at Kasabian’s ongoing avoidance of him. Indignation was drowned out by anger as his knocking at the apartment door did nothing but make him knock harder as his scowling frown let loose a growl, his knuckles starting to grow sore and scraped and-<br/><br/>Devlin stopped mid knock, his face freezing up for only a moment before his pearly whites were visible as a sadistic grin came over his features. His hands disappeared into the delicately stitched pockets of his dark designer jeans as he backed away from the door. He needed inside, but not badly enough to force down the door that could be so useful in the future. He glanced around briefly before stepping over to one of the sliding windows of the apartment, eyeing the latch behind the insulating double panes intently as he spoke a string of words, his fingers slipping free from their pockets to lift upwards, his palms to the sky as each smooth movement inched the latch higher as he kept his gaze locked on the small metal tab.<br/><br/>If Kasabian had such a hard time taking the opportunity he was being given, Devlin would just have to make sure that the creature wouldn't have to worry about such trifling details any longer. Kasabian was his, and it was time he behaved as such.