The bar was quiet that night which surprised Jaspar. There hadn't been a quiet night in the week he had been in the Rook and he assumed that every day was the same but it appeared there were nights where the bar was slightly empty. "Is something going on?" he asked Elison softly.
Elison grunted. "Not particularly, but it is a quiet time with the moon," he mused as he ate the dinner that day. It was an English Sunday roast with chicken and pork as the meats. A more unusual choice in the city but apparently there was a place which served it as the Rook was now dishing it out.
"The moon?" Jaspar asked sounding slightly confused by the term. He had already finished his dinner and was now just sitting in his chair, listening to the noise level around them idly. After the day he had, Leo had appeared in the bedroom with a pair of satin gloves. Jaspar didn't know why Leo had them, nor was he sure he wanted to know why, but he had them on now.
"The moon," Elison nodded. "Magical cycles and all that," he coughed. "Magic is waxing at the moment as we approach the full moon. After the full moon, it will be in wane. In between these two events, not much tends to happen on a magical scale. Obviously, other things happen because chaos is always rampant in this city, but magical based phenomena tend to be either on a full moon or nights where there is none."
"I see," Jaspar hummed, thinking about that statement. He had heard similar things growing up but he hadn't related that to how that might affect the Rook regulars. If there were times where things were quiet, that was properly the best time to get things done. Werewolves, fae and demons all had a power boost during the full moon, while vampires, ghouls and zombies were most dangerous when there was no moon. Seers were no affected by the moon at all. Jaspar wasn't sure what gave him power but it wasn't the lunar cycle.
"The beloved moon," Justice hummed as he passed them, taking Jaspar's empty plate as he did so. "You can not move in here on the night of a full moon or the nights where there is none. Anyone not boosted is hiding from those who are," he snorted softly. "It is actually kind of funny. Most businesses plan based on sports matches. We use a lunar cycle book."
Elison chuckled and there was was a clinking noise as he put his knife and fork down on his plate. "The atmosphere is a little merrier, I'll admit," he said with a smile in his voice. "Is the boy who was here last full moon going to be working at the Rook part-time or was he a one off?"
"One off from what I understand. With the butcher now out of business, John is struggling for workers," Justice admitted. "He had a lot of people quit recently and I think he is genuinely considering hiring freemen from the knowing population to fill the gaps."
"That is an unusual move for him," Elison mused as Jaspar stood up, not really caring about the issues of a slave keeper with the lack of handsome young slaves on sale.
Over the course of a week, Jaspar had gotten used to the layout of the bar and could get around it without help now fairly well. He was still learning how to tell if someone was in front of him or in his way, but most of the regulars shifted for him. Or glared at any non-regular customer who tried to give Jaspar a hard time for not knowing they were there. Jaspar was both warmed and slightly unnerved by the fact the regulars were growing more protective of him. Being friendly was one thing and more than one regular had been threatened, hit or slapped by Elison for touching Jaspar where they weren't supposed too, but if anyone unknown came too close to Jaspar he was quickly huddled by the regulars.
Leaving the two to their conversation, Jaspar moved over to the piano and sat down. Taking a deep breath, he began to play. It was just a harmless song, one he had played more than a few times but it had also been requested a couple of times too so it was likely a popular song for a bar. As he played, his mind wandered from the music, thinking about his situation and also about his feelings for his bodyguard.
There was something about Elison which made him confused. The man was kind but had also caused him to lose his eyes. An excuse which anywhere else would be good enough but somehow, despite the sympathy in the city for Jaspar, it was not a good enough excuse for him to hate someone apparently. Though Justice had said to have fun with Elison.
Part of Jaspar winced at the idea, he had been brought up better than that. Yet at the same time, the idea had a kind of appeal. He was falling under some kind of Stockholm syndrome, he might as well have some fun and get some pleasure out of the progress. At university, he had always enjoyed being a bottom but that wasn't to say he didn't enjoy having some control. The idea of having complete control over a sexual situation with Elison was actually quite arousing.
Being blind hadn't taken away his sense of touch and he had woken up with Elison's hard on against him several times that week. It did not feel small, far from it. It was possible that losing his sight meant he couldn't compare it to over sizes but Jaspar was almost curious as to what size Elison's dick actually was and if he could use it well.
Not that Jaspar was going to let Elison fuck him just quite yet. Even if he did give into his slight urges to cop a feel and find out just how big a member Elison had, it would but going nowhere near his arse for a while yet. He had standards and letting a guy he had barely known a week fuck him was not in them. No matter how big and filling his cock was.
Jaspar blushed as he suddenly realised his own cock was starting to react to the imagery he was thinking off. Slowly, he willed it away, continuing to play and praying that no one could tell that he had a semi. While having tingly feelings was nice, having them in the middle of the Rook when it was busiest was not the most comforting idea and instead he quickly wilted.
Continuing to play through all of this, he found himself pausing as something flashed through him. Not quite a vision but definitely still foresight. A moment where he was not in his own body, where he had seen a flash of a sight and a deep sense of the person's feeling. Like a few screens of a film. It had happened occasionally before he had lost his eyes too. A sudden feeling of what was going to happen. Jaspar knew that unlike his 'normal' visions, this was about to happen soon. Something bad was going to happen close by and the impending darkness had ripped the veil for a brief moment.
The goddess fate loved her games, as proven by Jaspar's situation but she also did not approve of bad karma on people who did not deserve it.
"Jaspar?" Elison called at the lack of music. "You ok?"
"Just fine." Jaspar nodded, before tilting his head slightly as he thought how best to check where the event was going to take place. "But I think someone else may need some help," he mused out loud. "Can someone tell me? Is there a cat sign outside near the Rook?" he asked, making a few people look a little confused at the seemingly out of the place question.
"Yes, the bakery across the door has one," Leo commented from the side, the daytime bartender playing cards as was his normal evening routine.
"And there is an alley beside it?" Jaspar continued, thinking over what he had briefly glimpsed and felt in the moment.
"Yes," one of the customers commented.
"Someone is about to get beaten up, possibly killed there. Could someone do something about it?" Jaspar asked, turning around on his piano stool to swing his legs innocently. "I think they are still underage," he mused as someone stood up to open the Rook's front door.
Like before a cold wind filled the Rook, followed by a yell of pain and the sounds of thugs. Several people stood up from their tables and left, the door shutting behind them and blocking out the sounding of the impending fight. Jaspar hoping that the men saved whoever was being attacked but not moving from his seat. Someone sat next to him on the piano stool, brushing against his side.
"This is new," Leo commented from next to him. "Is this common?"
"Not really. It happens from time to time," Jaspar shrugged, feeling a little dissociated at the moment. Like he wasn't really there. "Bad things happen to someone who doesn't really deserve it and I see it. Usually, there is little I can do to help, though."
"Well half the pub went, including Elison, so I'm willing to bet the guy will be fine," Leo hummed. "I hope he's someone in the know."
"In the know?" Jaspar questioned curiously. The numb feeling in his chest seemed to grow bigger, making it slightly harder to breathe.
"Oh, sheltered one... You don't think everyone in this city is aware of the supernatural or the underbelly, do you?" Justice chuckled sitting on his other side, the three men having to squish together to fit on the stool. "Most of the general populace is blissfully unaware."
"But the wardens..." Jaspar frowned. Surely with the wardens working with the police, this was one of those cities where everything was pretty much out in the open even if the general populace didn't acknowledge it.
"Are technically secret service. Normal humans can't cope well. I imagine your parents only let you know about the supernatural because being a seer you would have always attracted it somehow," Leo mused. "Not that if the boy is unaware it will cause many problems if he is a citizen. There is a number to call for that but by the sounds of it, his night is bad enough without that realisations." Several people laughed at that comment. Jaspar was still numb while another part of his brain was yelled that it was not a laughing matter. The laughing stopping as the door reopened and people trod back into the room. The pub moving back to its former ambience of chatting.
Footsteps walked towards him and a chair was pulled over, a body dropping into it. "Jaspar, we have him. He's fine," Elison commented, his voice a little tight. "He's safe for now."