Playing House

[Iloquil]

Iloquil hadn't really wanted to do it, but Justinian had been out during the day masquerading as... Justin. She wrinkled her name at the shortening of such a beautiful name to something so base and human, but held her tongue to him as he had told her of his fun before leaving that morning. He was still a trickster, her darling Loki.

She had unpacked. Such a task. She sat on the couch lazily and directed three mind-numbed humans around the home with a manicured finger, giving them little mental cookies when they did as she told them. Like... mice. Or dogs. Whatever. Now the house was entirely unpacked, put together and polished to perfection, and all she had to do was open her door and say, "Oh, won't you come in and help me kind sir?" Yeah, that.

She had been sitting on the couch, actually, when the American Idol boy suddenly keeled over on stage. Her brows raised, but she said nothing. Humans were so strange and.. fragile. She didn't understand them. She languidly began to brush her long, dark brown hair, though she had no reflection to speak of to admire herself in. A shame.

She suddenly felt the tingle on her spine that told her Justinian was home, and sat up a little on the couch. She knew he would be most pleased to see she had 'arranged' for their belongings to be put away. And by 'their' belongings I mean various things they'd taken or demanded over the years.

The house was one of those things, actually. It was quite impressive without being disgustingly large. Iloquil was used to a palace, so it was still a change.

[Justinian]

She was correct in assuming that he would be pleased to see that she'd arranged to have their things put away while he was gone for the day.  He'd had the utmost confidence in her abilities to do so, but he was still rather surprised that she'd accomplished it so quickly,  She truly was a goddess.

He gave her a quiet smile, the kind of expression that nobody other than she could provoke in him, and took the seat next to her on that couch that was soley his.  He'd enjoyed his day, including the time he'd spent in 'school' playing around.  He'd liked that boy, Anthony, though.  Kind of reminded him of...himself, though not entirely.

"It seems your day went well," he told her, looking around.

[Iloquil]

Iloquil turned off the TV, such an amusing thing, and moved so that her head was in his lap, spreading her hair across him in a chocolate-covered quilt of silken strands. She looked up at him with eyes she fancied a haze hue lately, and smiled.

"Oh, yes. It wasn't as time consuming as I thought it would be, especially not when I had to but ask our kindly neighbors for a hand with the heavier objects." Yep. She'd made them parade her around the house on the couch for an hour, just for fun.

"Did you see the thing on the electric box? The boy just seemed to have a brain explosion on stage. I thought his singing was quite offensive to my ears, but I was too eager to see what Simon was going to say. He's such an angry little man." She smiled again. The 'electric box', this was her new favourite toy. She still didn't quite get how the picture got from one place to the other, but it was amusing.

Call Iloquil old-fashioned, but gadgets tickled her greatly.