A Relaxing Day At The Beach (for Fenris/Necthan) (complete)

Dominic thought it over. Would he be a slave? It wasn't like zombies or demons were well-liked, so it wouldn't surprise him if whomever decided to employ him decided to 'forget' to pay him, even if they would tell other people that they did. "It would be highly likely," he admitted with a shrug. "I'm happier here. I won't be made to work a job that I don't like for people who would prefer to ignore or belittle me rather than get to know me." He nudged Necthan. "I don't think yelling at it will help."

"I'm not going back if I can help it. But I want Zinnia to be fine, too. She would be a lot better of here than she would be there," Dominic answered. "I think you would like her, Necthan, even if she can be a little protective." He smiled slightly at the recollection, even chuckling a bit. "I remember when she decided to kick a vampire in the shin for bothering me. Had she used her full power, she would have probably broken that leg."

Dominic had noticed Necthan's frown and he placed a hand on his arm. "She won't be your replacement. I know you two are two different people, and you're like an older brother to me," he said with a small smile. "You've taught me more than you know." He moved his hand away. 

A light blush colored the zombie's cheeks and he pulled back a little. "Yeah, I hope I didn't offend you or anything," he murmured, averting his gaze back to the sand castles that had become actual, if miniature castles courtesy of the Illogical Field. It had been a long time since he'd had anything even remotely close to a familial relationship, since his death actually.

Dominic perked up a little and smiled. "To be fair, I don't think I'm intended to have one either. I had to leave my human one behind, after all. But I'm glad I have a big brother in you, Necthan. You have been nothing but kind to me." He chuckled a little at the changeling's blush, but the zombie teen seemed to be genuinely enthused about having a family again. He had wanted somewhere to belong, and he'd found it.

Dominic smiled at the changeling. "I'll try to remember, even if your nickname might make me think of what a vampire would love to bite," he teased in return.

"Well, I won't be one of them if that might be any help," Dominic answered, sitting back down on the sand and gently poking one of the much taller male's horns. He chuckled quietly at the imitation. "You could tell them you were bitten by a vampire and you're developing a hunger for blood. That would quiet them if they want to make fun of your nickname. Maybe add that you can practically hear the blood pumping in their jugular and you can't wait to drink it."