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sacrilvgious‌:

aside from slipping out to see his sponsor, the young wolf has not left the house. both because he no longer trusts himself but also out of guilt. his sole adventure beyond lorenzo’s home had been to secure a cage for his next shift. he had tried to entertain himself in his room, both with video games and just getting high. he often found himself staring at the painting that hung on his wall, the one that stuck out and did not match a single thing in his room. his gaze lingering on the painting brought back thoughts of him and alex, covered in paint. 

he shakes his head and stands from his bed, but when he hears footsteps coming toward his room he sighs. he is expecting lorenzo, for obvious reasons but the scent that comes through is not him. he turns his head to glance at the door then looks away. he doubts it is alex, why would it be alex? who comes to the house of the wolf who attacked you? nolan stands at his desk, handles fiddling with a grinder to keep himself busy and not thinking about alex. or that he lost control. on alex. that he attacked him. 

ALEX HAS GIVEN HIM SPACE. His patience has run out, and surprisingly he was greeted with very little argument from Lorenzo when he showed up. Perhaps the man realized that the pair of them were not doing nearly as good when they were apart, or maybe there was something else. In Alex’s mind, it as a good sign, especially when his heart felt this heavy. He stopped outside of Boston’s door for a moment, hesitating to push where he might not be wanted, but his hand finally reached out anyway. Fingers curled around the door handle, and pulled it open. 

He stayed in the frame though, leaning against it, and settling a little bit just to be able to see him. God, he’d told himself he wasn’t going to do this, wasn’t going to get attached, or worry with these things. But, here he was, stomach tied in uncomfortable knots as he cleared his throat. “You know if you were gonna ghost me, you should have done it before I knew where you lived.” 

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Tragedy always forced forbidden feelings in one way or the other. This time, they had been forced forward. Miles wasn’t complaining, but learning how to navigate them now that Fish was functional again, that was different. It all felt different, which probably explained why he had left the bed they share. Currently, he was stretched out on the couch after having woken up with the same nightmare, for what felt like the thousandth time in a row. It was always the same, a horrible mix, he only assumed it came from finding Fish after the attack. Regardless, he didn’t want to wake the other. So, he tilted his head back, trying to get comfortable but knowing sleep wouldn’t find him again until way later. @dxvinechaos​

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Part of him was ashamed, there was nothing to be proud of when it came to how easily he had played into the pull of the ancients. So, he had been purposely distant. Dwelling on his own vulnerability seemed to be a habit, and Tai would always over indulge. This meant that he’d tucked himself away in the safety of the greenhouse. Currently, his back was turned to the door, and he had stripped himself of both his jacket and his shirt. Muscle of shoulder blades ripples underneath skin as he moved, trimming the same massive blooms that had been hidden in the corner of the room. He hummed more out of habit than anything, and maybe it was that distraction that kept him from noticing someone had showed up. @silentghcsts​

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The fact that the past had come back to him so easily during this fight should have been worrisome. In a way, it had dragged up memories he thought were dead and buried by now. Perhaps that was why he didn’t react with much surprise when he noticed a face that seemed so familiar, like he had just walked right out of his past and into his future. A strong sigh was huffed past his lips, annoyed by the affront to his current senses before shaking his head. Perhaps, if he closed his eyes and looked again, the face would be different. The face, wouldn’t feel so much like Elijah. @silentghcsts​

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She had played the game perfectly. Bria fought for the ancients because she needed the power, she needed the chance to bring back the man she loved. Theo was an ever present ache in her heart, a reminder of the last good thing she had, and yet here she was. Staring at her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the door. It was hard to process getting ready for a date that wouldn’t have a lawyer in a well earned Jaguar on the other end of it. Regardless, she paid her debts, and maybe she would need this one, one day. A sigh huffed through painted lips, taking one last look at the way the color of the dress was perfectly suited for her. Honestly, she looked like she was from the heavens themselves and designed for nothing less.

The sound of the door snapped her out of it, and she eventually moved bare feet through the apartment to open it. Stepping back, she allowed him in, ushering with a hand when he seemed to pause for a little too long. “Don’t.” She pointed a finger at him with the edge of a grin. “I still have to get my shoes on but don’t look at me like that.” @audacitx​

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Surviving the attack was one thing, living after it was another. There was something still unsettled in her, something she hadn’t even mentioned to Matty. Perhaps she was too worried about giving it weight when she vocalized it, or maybe she just needed to protect him from it too. Regardless, she finally snapped from her thoughts as she stepped back into the porch. There is a wind-chime in her hand, one she’s just finished re-purposing, a pointed distraction. “Matty.” She calls through the open windows. “Come help me with this.” After all, she knows she’ll have to climb half the porch to do it on her own. @sacrilvgious​

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THE ANCIENTS STRESSED HIM OUT. He didn’t want to deal with the aftermath, or the bullshit that came along with peoples heavy emotions. They were always nagging at him in one way or another, an unfortunate off set of his power. A sigh left lips, as he readjusted on the bed. Well, he was moreso hanging off of it, feet off to the side while head hung over the side. A blunt was pinched between fingers, but he was currently staring at that too, as if trying to figure out if it was still worth it.

The decision seemed to be yes, because it was eventually brought to lips for a heavy inhale. Once that had been taken, it was held, eyes blinking open to look for his currently missing partner in crime. Secretly, there was still a small pang of worry whenever he went missing. That, that was the thing he wasn’t going to talk about. “You know it’s very rude to leave someone in bed alone.” He comments, his accent haughtier than normal to play into the whining complaint. Thankfully, for him it was just an act. @gldcnsins​

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SIGHT WAS A STRANGE, STRANGE EXPERIENCE. She had lived for years upon years without seeing anything but the darkness, and now there was a new world before her eyes. It made her feel selfish, selfish in the way that was difficult to comprehend because she wasn’t sure if she was happy for the gift. Part of her missed that darkness and old habits were the hardest to break. That explained why he hand reached out, fingers feeling for the door handle before pulling it open.

Slipping into the familiar shop was an echo of the past she needed. Once she had, dark sunglasses stayed on her face. “Law?” Questioned hesitantly, knowing damn well she was more well equipped to look for him now than she ever had been before but this was different. All of it was different. @gldcnsins​

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hyetia‌:

Astor had been so focused on the products in front of him that nearly jumped out his skin. Grabbing a nearby can of cat food he raised it defensively. “Don’t move.” he said trying his best to sound intimidating followed by a quick “I’m warning you.” for extra measure. He knew the woman probably thought he was insane to be out right now, but he didn’t really have a choice. Jackson was back at his place in fox form and he didn’t know how long he would stay that way or how long all of this would last. He needed to stock up on supplies. Whatever supplies a genie and half kumiho needed during a mini apocalypse. Trying to sound intimidating again he asked “What you are doing here? You should be at home where it’s safe. Are you here to raid or steal food?” 

THE ATTEMPT TO WARD HER OFF, or make demands at all was a reason to laugh. Akari never denied herself the opportunity, so she did so unashamed and unapologetic. It was genuine amusement though, her smile was a little bit disarming - as if it had been designed to give him sympathy she lacked. “That’s rather rude you know.” She points out as she moves just for the sake of making a point, to the side, instead of directly at him. After all, she never liked threatening, and it seemed that the ancients didn’t feel the need for malice with such a sensitive being. “You should be at home, you don’t even hold that.” She motions to whatever is in his hand. “Like you are prepared to use it, I’m here because there were some..” She pauses, tapping a finger to her chin. “Well, some assholes outside and one of them tried zapping me so I ducked in here to try and throw them off.” A shrug, as if it is the only excuse and he better take it, before she finally steps closer, trying to get a better look at what he’s doing. “Your turn, spill it.”

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gldcnsins‌:

her coven had designed a defensive plan consisting of shifts, prepared long before the threat of these feral beast ever arrived. once another member of the coven had arrived to relieve griselda of taking care of an entire block on her own, she moved on to set more indirect forms of defense for one of the many established shelters. she stands a few yards from the entrance, placing one of the eight crystals needed to set a magic trap for any brainwashed (or otherwise malevolent) creature charging to the station full of innocents. four more crystals sit in carefully chosen spots across the street, and three more are nearby on the side she stands at. as soon as she places the last crystal, her attention turns to the spot on the street that should be the center of the trap once it is activated. “incipit.” the single spell phrase triggers a spark of energy that briefly ignites bright blue lines crossing from one crystal to another, becoming invisible once each crystal has connected. a few moments later, a winged creature speeds down the street with a loud screech, passing through the first barrier set by the spell. once it hits the second wall, blue sparks fly and it emits a much louder cry of pain.  

THERE ARE A THOUSAND PLACES SHE COULD BE, even more where she would be permitted to enjoy the chaos of the night. Darkness fell and allowed for the deliciousness of the violence to bleed into lines that were all too familiar for her. The question, or maybe the tell, was the fact that she wasn’t there. Instead, her instinct had been here, and Nyx would never admit the way breath of relief was let out at the very sight of her. Stepping out of the darkness around the corner, she paused at the line that was there. “So if you had to guess..” Dyonisa cocks her head toward where the creature was now nestled on the floor and writhing with the pain it endured. “How bad is that and do I fall under the keep out or allow ins?” A hesitant foot toes that like to make her point. She had hurt before, she would hurt again - and never hesitate, when it came to Griselda, but that didn’t mean she was stupid.

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dxvinechaos‌:

Dying didn’t suit Fish. The siren was always talking, always moving, filled with optimism and stupid jokes that seemed to slip off his tongue before he had a chance to process them. Limbo was the best way to describe where his mind had been since the attack - shifting in an out of consciousness, the pain in his side and chest the only constant. He clung to life like the edge of a cliff, not wanting to give in to the darkness and uncertainty that was the alternative. He had so much he wanted to do still, so much he wanted to see. But above all else…he was afraid. he was terrified. No amount of optimism could block out the dread the thought of leaving behind everything and everyone he loved brought to the surface. 

Perhaps it was Miles voice or maybe it was simple coincidence, but the tides turned and Fish resurfaced, the world of the living once again seeping into his awareness. His eyelids felt like lead and so did the rest of his body, the pain in his chest unyielding and much harder to ignore when he was…awake? Still, he didn’t mind. He was still alive and there was no way in hell he was letting himself go before he told the banshee how he felt. Before he said the words that had been caught on the tip of his tongue for months. 

His fingers twitched, tightening around Miles’, the familiar warmth an anchor to tether himself to. 

AT FIRST HE HAD BEEN SURE THAT HE HAD MADE IT UP, dreamed up the feeling he needed desperately. It wasn’t until he really had a moment for it to sink in properly that Miles realized the truth - he was gripping his hand. This was the only signal he needed of life, nothing more, and it was easy to feel the tears welling up in his eyes as he did so. The emotions were so overwhelming and all consuming. He would have to remember to say a thank you to each and every God or Goddess he had been reciting faithful prayers to throughout this. Truth be told, he would have offered anything to make sure that Fish stayed safe, even his own life. What an ironic exchange that would have been, but now it didn’t seem like it was needed. Instead, he simply squeezed back.

“Oh well if that is all you needed to come back to me.” He jokes, even though Fish hadn’t said anything yet. It was like his presence had returned, and that was certainly enough for Miles to celebrate. He didn’t dare move too much, though, just enough to dip his head down and brush lips against knuckles. It was the sweetest affection, one that spoke louder than any he had ever even dreamed about giving before.

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sacrilvgious‌:

boston has never lost control of his shift. not the initial process. during, is a different story. he is still learning to be completely lucid while on four paws but he has never hand issue with shifting aside from the first time. it yanks him from his deep sleep, his wolf has never been subtle or quiet. he pulls himself out of bed, away from the other man beside him and he stares down at his hands. a yelp escapes him as he hears the bones crack. he can hear alex but it’s like he is far away, as are the words to answer him with. he can only shake his head. he has no idea. as if he is losing consciousness, the corners of his vision start to darken. pain ripples through him as the shift doesn’t stop despite his best efforts.

ALEX KNOWS THE FAMILIAR SOUND OF bones cracking. He is no stranger to broken, and any other time he would have worried about this. However, somehow, he managed a very calm demeanor as he watched the other shift in front of his eyes. He was scrambling to reach for him in time, and he didn’t quite make it. Instead, that same arm he had tried to Will into working faster failed him. It missed, but that didn’t stop the wolf from taking advantage of his mishap. Teeth dug into skin, and tore, which caused a loud curse from him just as his front door was opening. He could see it, just barely, and swung around to try and free himself from Boston to fight instead.

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hal-monroe‌:

“That you do.” Hal said as he took Tai’s hand, pulling at it lightly to pull the other into his hold, slipping his other arm around his waist. He shifted forward gently, dropping his forehead to Tai’s shoulder and cuddling in there. He allowed himself a moment of comfort in all that had been happening in the parrish, a moment in Tai’s warmth. “I was worried about you.” He said softly there, continuing like he hadn’t noticed the change in his cadence. He’d been paying attention to Tai too closely for too long to not have noticed. “Tai, it’s bad, and whatever this is, it wants me to join in.” He pulled away enough to look at the man, fingers finding his cheek, “Please tell me it’s not pulling at you too.” 

HAL HAD THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF what the ancients wanted. He led Tai further away from temptation with every touch. The voices, the pull, they were all muted the closer the pair of them got. The last bit of fight drained away in the embrace, enjoying the way they fit together with a warm smile a head rested a moment. He did have enough sense to pull away from the touch of fingers though, but didn’t dare step back entirely. “Pulling is an understatement, it’s all I can feel.” He is telling the truth but his voice sounds sing song again - for a moment, it’s like he misses it.

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audacitx‌:

Though she wouldn’t admit it, Ophelia had always been a bit afraid of the power that ran through her veins. She never had a chance to accept it for the gift it was, so when the strange sensation began climbing up her arms at the gym, warm and promising, tingling in all the right places, she never once felt compelled to fight the way it tugged for control of her mind. The yoga mat she carried and the canister she used for water dropped to the ground where they remained, and after a long blink, her eyes opened with a new vengeance. No longer did she feel the fear that usually kept her magic under lock and key, but rather she felt compelled to unleash it on anything in her path. And so she did. Her normal appearance only allowed her to get closer to people, to make their organs boil from the inside with a simple touch or unleash hemorrhaging in their brains by squinting her eyes. Idle fingertips set fire to wooden paneling on buildings, to the very puddles of water in the streets. There was no rhyme or reason to the destruction in her wake, no seemingly apparent reason to stop, though one thing did make her falter. As her hand rose to wrap around a nervous, innocent bystander, she caught sight of golden hair, mind focused on the face that was worming its way into her trust. It was enough to cause a drop step, though it was brief. A smile crossed her features as a quick recovery, hand dropped to her side. “Would you believe it if I said I’ve been looking for you?”

SHE FELT ELECTRIC IN A WAY THAT WAS ALARMING. Anver knew better than believe them calm cool that was presented to him, because he knew her. It felt like a trap, and likely it was. Thankfully he did not have to worry too much about getting himself in trouble - at least not trouble he couldn’t drag himself back out of. “Maybe.” He shrugged broad shoulders. “Problem is I couldn’t figure out why?” Questioned with bright eyes that were unashamed of the answer. He could feel it in the air between them, he could feel her - and something was wrong with that. “Don’t lie.” He added, and it was a clear cut demand.

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milo-unton‌:

Milo was not at all enamoured with their current course of action. It had been a long time since Milo had been in a fight, other than the short-lived one they’d forced at Benny not long ago- it had been an even longer time since they’d been in a war- and they’d never fought quite like this before. A pistol in hand, a cutlass at their side, yes. Ripping out the throats of townspeople who were just trying to protect their homes? Not once. They were coated in muck and blood, with God-knows in their hair, and they kept moving, like their feet weren’t their own. Their body was moving without them- in spite of them, more full of blood than it’d been since learning to control themself a few hundred years ago. They were full of rage, angry as they manged moments of their own thought, before their mind tugged back to fight, hunt, snap. They ducked, slamming into another person and dropping them easily before moving on to the next, eyes wide when they saw a blonde head nearby. The viking. They’d met before. Milo wasn’t afraid to hurt Rune- doubted they could much. They growled, a guttural, pained sound, managing to shift their own attention enough to make the revenant their body’s target, “Rune!”

HE WAS UNSURE HOW he was meant to help anyone in this. It was all he could do to hold himself together for the entire thing, to make sure he was fighting both with and for the right side. The thought of frivolous violence used to excite him, and now without a purpose it seemed like such a waste. There was a part of those old habits still trying to die hard though, drowning as he literally clobbered his way through the crowd to answer the call. He managed to get himself there and he didn’t really hesitate, stepping and swinging to connect a heavy elbow to the vampires temple. Swinging seemed the best option, and maybe, just maybe, it would be a lucky bit.

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audacitx‌:

There was no stopping the way her cheeks blossomed in color upon her realization. How could she when the smile on his face brought back an onslaught of flashing memories of the way he felt when he was probing for information. She was no bumbling girl losing her mind every time a pretty person paid her any attention, and yet as she watched him, she found it hard to hear his words over the sounds of her own panting breath playing on a loop inside her mind. How ironic that the one distraction she’d found capable of making her lose a train of thought was here, expecting her to stay focused long enough to help him. “I had help from someone who’s a bit more durable than I,” she admitted with a smile of her own, trying fervently to push her own spiraling thoughts to the side. What did not help was the admission that he had come looking for her. Her head angled, but she bit back the urge to linger on his words. “By all means, lead the way,” she said as stepped forward. Though her gaze was timid, her grip was not as she slid her hand in his with an excuse of fear ready to offer on her lips.

IF SHE HAD BEEN JUST ANOTHER GIRL, he wouldn’t have paid attention long enough to know what he did now. Hell, he wouldn’t have even paid attention long enough to know what her name was, really. Senna was well aware of her true value, but she wasn’t the only one tempted into distraction by simple presence, especially here. If times were not so dire, perhaps he would have talked his way into an encore presentation. Now was not the time, even though the way her hand sought out his, it was enough to bring a sort of smug satisfaction to him. To Senna, it was the only reassurance he needed to know he was not alone. To really bring home that feeling, he would squeeze the hand that felt so right in his as they stepped back into the offices.

A few doors passed, the ones that were usually locked, until they arrived at his. Once the pair got settled inside, he would motion to a few open books. “Be sure to thank your durable friend for me, but start there. They are ancients, we thought them extinct.” What he meant to say, was, that they assumed they had been when they banished the last batch centuries ago, and the feral notion to their nature was as unexpected as their continued existence. “That is the history, look for the banishment spells but I don’t think that’s going to work here.” He admits, shrugging shoulders before motioning to the books on the desk in front of him. “I’m working on something else.”

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audacitx‌:

Curiosity, he’d found, was not something worth basing actions on. At least, not his actions. His flavor of sin was better savored after he knew a person was a sure thing. Intrigue always lured him in, sure, but in that initial proximity he taught himself to practice a steel resolve to keep his hands off until he was certain he wasn’t throwing his attention into a dud. Anger could be such a fleeting emotion that even the rawest flashes could be diffused with as little as a conversation, a touch from a loved one. Alec never savored losing the games he chose, so he always made sure to choose wisely. That choice felt stripped form him as she moved past him to retrieve the knife. His eyes had not left her yet. Now the dark rings were brimming with an intrigue that could not be tempered if he tried, making him feel more like the hunted than the predator he was considered to be.

His head angled down towards her as she moved closer. “Dinner,” he replied, the word rolling off his tongue as easily as if she had asked for the time. What he wanted from her was not so simple as sharing an overpriced meal, but rather the gift of her presence. The wool was off his eyes now, and he did not take kindly to anyone placing it over his vision. So now he felt he needed to play catch up, get her to divulge so he could get a picture worth judging. His hand caught the wrist attached to the finger that strummed against his chest, another laugh escaping (an all too humored sound compared to the gurgling man at their feet or the distant screaming). His grip lingered, soft pads of his fingers caressed the smooth skin along the inside of her arm. He knew his request would be granted, so his brow arched up in silent confidence before he continued. “One meal where I have your undivided attention, and we have ourselves a deal.”

IT TOOK A MOMENT TO REGISTER, the request for dinner in the middle of what most would have called the battlefield. She didn’t know it was more amusing or ridiculous. There were thousands of options for outcome of this, thousands of things he could have requested and dinner with her seemed like should have been insanely low on the priority list. This spoke loudly towards who he was, and she was listening intently. So much so, that her face turned down, inviting her own laughter that was warm honey, yet still not out of place amongst all the blood around them. Chuckle was the first honest one she had in awhile, expression becoming harder now that it seemed so pointless without her end game on the table anymore.

Hand flattened against chest when his fingers seemed to tease a different emotion from her, flicker of eyes to observe the physicality of it for a moment before back up to his face. When she does, she is wearing a grin that is both telling and vibrant, the kind of expression that makes you want to beg to keep it there. “That implies you would know what to do with my undivided attention.” She comments, instantly pulling her hand away, as if you illustrate the point she’s making without actually having to say it. “But sure.” Hand is held out, as if they need to shake on it, like two contemporaries. “Ask me what I want.” She prompts after, ready to make a request that is nowhere near as even, but entirely fair. Everything was, as this was the definition of love and war.