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Helix Wulf - 25 - Fucking Amazing

[a-d-i-d-a-s-e-x]

TEXT || West & Collin

Collin: I know, but it's so sporadic, these attacks. I've got two Sin Demons raging about safety and then the rest of the Market breathing down my neck about this.

Collin: I'm pretty sure I snapped at one of the Masters, which is very unlike me.

West: That sounds like you're stressed and scared.

West: But look. Detective Mercier is seriously one of the best the AF has. He thinks there's a connection even if everything seems sporadic. So the Market's probably not going to get hit again.

[wellmet]

[a-d-i-d-a-s-e-x]

jacehairondale:

the jaw thing™

[mcavoy]

[a-d-i-d-a-s-e-x]

mcavoy:

I’m just looking for that moment to drop my Jedi knickers and pull out my real light saber.

[rosieredblood-blog]

  "Sure it is. Don’t flatter yourself," she remarked, smirking slightly. "You were looking my way. Sorry if I got in your… view," she said, sizing up the woman whom he was looking at earlier. "Although, I don’t understand what you see exactly." Rosie took a sip from her drink. "If you didn’t want me to mistake you for looking at me, you should have moved, hm?" She raised a brow, her lips curving slightly.

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"I don't have to flatter myself. There's a shit ton of women who do it for me. Men, too," he added with a careless shrug, still smirking since he was having fun with this. "What's not to see? Long hair, great tits, legs for days," he said, checking out the woman once more. Why did he have such a thing for legs, especially when the person in question was wearing heels? "Why the fuck would I move? You're the one who got in my way."

[rosieredblood-blog]

  "Well, aren’t you charming?" She raised a brow. "You guess? Is that all you got for me?"

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"That's my middle name. After 'sexy as Hell'." Helix shrugged, crossing his arms loosely against his chest. "For someone who thought I was fucking looking at them and then got all fucking huffy about it?" he laughed, smirking at her. "Yeah, pretty much." 

[rosieredblood-blog]

"So… are you going to stand there and keep staring or are you actually going to say something to me?"

[a-d-i-d-a-s-e-x]

"I was actually looking at the fucking chick behind you, but I guess you're cute, too."

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send (☉_☉) and my muse will have to explain why they have no clothes on.

[put-the-needle-through]

  Coming out in just a black silk robe, she raised a brow at him as he looked around her living room. “You are welcome to the bar just by the entrance to the patio.” She told him, making her way over to it to pour herself some wine. “You seem like a hard liquor type of man. Blood cubes, oui?” She asked as she moved through the bar with ease, the bottom of her robe flaring out slightly as she spun to get to certain items.

[a-d-i-d-a-s-e-x]

He watched her come out, raising both brows in mild surprise. 'I need to offer up umbrellas more often,' he though, not caring if she could sense his thoughts or not. Helix had never been a man to really show any shame towards his actions. "Whiskey and yeah. Biggest glass you got," he said, following after her. His eyes dropped to the hem of her robe, watching it flare outa bit before looking back to her. "So, walk around without umbrellas a lot?"

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  "Really. Not a thing?" She asked as she slowly got off of her chair. "I know I’m not afraid of anything." She mused, winking at him while walking past him and going to the entrance of her hallway. Smiling at his compliment, she started to peel the leather suit from her shoulder. "Keep flattering me. See what happens." Adeline said, going towards her bedroom in a sultry strut. Getting to it, she closed the door so she could change really quick.

[a-d-i-d-a-s-e-x]

"Not much," he repeated with a smirk, laughing softly to himself. Helix looked around once more, wandering more into the living room as she put his jacket up. It really was a nice place. 'Nice fireplace,' he though, looking to the dark fireplace. "I think I know what will fucking happen when I keep flattering gorgeous women, Sweetcheeks. And men," he said in an off-hand manner, glancing towards her as she walked down the hallway. Watching that strut, he smirked once more as he resumed exploring her living room.

[canuck-in-kanata]

Newfoundland Dog by Striderv on Flickr.

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  "Why not? Afraid of France?" She joked, chuckling a bit as she placed her boots to the side when she finally finished taking them off. She had seen him eyeing her as she took them off. He was young, she could tell from his scent, but he was still handsome. "Merci. It isn’t exactly all that much." She said, smiling a bit as her light green hazel eyes roamed her apartment slowly. "It is home away from home." Walking over to him and holding out her hand for him to hand over his jackets when he finished taking them off. "Vegas…I have been there. It is too warm for me."

[a-d-i-d-a-s-e-x]

He laughed and shook his head. "Me? I'm not afraid of much. And that includes frenchies," he said, shrugging once more. Helix had never planned on going to France, already having a pre-conceived notion that everyone there were very pretentious and condescending. He looked down on himself too much to have to deal with others doing it as well. "You have? You probably made it hotter just by being there," he said, obviously flirting as he slipped his jacket off and handed it over. "I'm used to the fucking heat. And it's a lot cooler at night".

[put-the-needle-through]

  "That’s…close enough for me. Just never go to France with that accent." She said with a chuckle, moving to sit at a chair in her living room and slowly unzipping her knee-high stiletto boots. "Merci beaucoup, monsieur. I do not know why you are surprised to hear Français from more than one person in this country, especially in New York City."

[a-d-i-d-a-s-e-x]

"Ha, don't fucking plan on going abroad. At least not there," he snorted in laughter, pulling the hood of his jacket off. Giving off a low whistle as he looked around the place, he kept his gaze away from the prominent fireplace. "Fancy ass place you got." He dropped his wet umbrella by the front door and shrugged, starting to unbutton his jacket a bit as his eyes lingered not-so-subtly on her as she unzipped her boots. "Don't hear it much out in Vegas, Sweetcheeks."

[put-the-needle-through]

"Wipe your feet and then step in, s’il vous plaît." She asked him, gesturing to the welcome mat outside of her door and stepped into her apartment.

[a-d-i-d-a-s-e-x]

"See voo play?" He repeated, his accent once again mucking up any chance he had of speaking in a foreign tongue. "Another frenchie, huh?" Helix did as she asked, casually dragging his boots across the mat before stepping inside.

[vicksxv]

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Another One Bites The Dust // Helix & Antoine

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  "Frenchie…I have not heard that one before, mon beau homme." He winked, nipping his bottom lip as his glossy eyes roamed over him. He was stunning, the image of masculinity and Antoine wasn’t about to let this man’s gaze pass him by. Letting the other pull him close, he placed a hand on the man’s chest before lightly running his fingers over the buttoned shirt the man wore. He could feel the muscles just even from this touch and it was causing a shiver to run through him. When was the last time he slept with someone so muscular?

Hearing his name, he nipped his bottom lip before leaning up to his ear and letting his lips brush against it. “Je suis Antoine, mon beau.” He breathed, his lips staying there for the moment as his free hand that was on the man’s shirt went up to his shoulder. “You should open more of these places, visit New Orleans more often. Maybe we could meet up and I can show you what I do for a living, hm? Just to give you a clue, I spend a lot of time around nude models. And you, mon beau homme, you would make a lovely one.”

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"Mon boo hum?" he repeated with a laugh, his Greek accent keeping him from pronouncing the French words properly. "What does that mean?" he asked, laughing again even as he kept eyeing Antoine. Obviously the man was high on more than just alcohol if the glazed eyes were anything to go by, but that didn't necessarily mean that nothing wouldn't happen between them. Helix was often drunk himself, sometimes indulging in an occasional brownie or bong. So the sobriety of his sleeping partners was never an issue for him.

"New Orleans?" he asked, smirking as he remembered the old city. "I've been there actually. For Madi Gras, last year. It was amazing," he said, thinking of all the nudity and drinking he had seen and participated in. "I think I might open a club down there, just so I can keep going down there for Mardi Gras," he said, his arms moving to hopefully encircle Antoine's waist as the man continued running his hands along his chest. "Unless someone can give me another reason to go down there," he added, winking at Antoine. "Let me guess...An artist? Or any escort?" he said, laughing aloud as he playfully guessed at what Antoine did for a living.

[off-with-the-faeries]

~Realm of the Fae~

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Another One Bites The Dust // Helix & Antoine

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Dancing around a few women and men, Antoine’s eyes were shut lightly as he enjoyed the atmosphere. Partying was his thing, one of his many passions since it brought some sort of freeness to his life. Then, as he heard a voice, he slowly opened his eyes to look into the other man’s. Taking in what he said, Antoine smiled brightly before laughing in excitement. “Merci beaucoup, mon homme!” He told him, reaching to touch his cheeks before kissing the man at the corners of his mouth in greeting. Letting go, he clapped him on the shoulder as he continued to dance.

"I love this club, it is magnifique! I wish they had something like this in New Orleans." He said into the man’s ear as he leaned forward, keeping his hand on the man’s shoulder before pulling back and spinning around. His hips swayed in rhythm with the music before he turned back around to hopefully take the man’s hands into his. "I’m Antoine."

[a-d-i-d-a-s-e-x]

"Ah, a frenchie!" he said with a loud laugh, trying to remember the last time he had associated with anyone French. Normally Helix stuck to the U.S. since anywhere outside of the country was much to close to Greece. At least to Helix. But if any other foreigners happened into his club, he was never averse to interacting with them. Smirking as he let the man kiss him, Helix winked before leaning forward a bit as he could see Antoine leaning up to him.

"Yeah? You fucking like it? Maybe I'll think of opening one up down there," he said with another laugh, knowing this man wasn't the only person to have expressed a need for more clubs like Celosia. Letting his gaze roam over the man as he danced in front of Helix, he leered openly while letting him take his hand. Maybe with how he was acting, Helix might be able to get lucky tonight? "I'm Helix," he said, hoping to tug Antoine closer since their hands were still joined. "I haven't seen you around this fucking place before."