Druid

[acolyterose]

Atlas Rose ll Saturchella

They say that the world was built for two Only worth living if somebody is loving you And, baby, now you do

[thecolebrothers]

Finn Cole as Joseph Kearney in Here Are The Young Men.

📸balfey

[brookedaily]

one brooke davis set per episode ↳ 1x04 crash into you 

[finncoledaily]

J & Nicky [ requested by anonymous ]

Animal Kingdom S1EP3

[legioneoin]

Eoin did not like losing. And it certainly didn't look good on him either. As a matter of fact, it pissed him off to no end. What made it worse was that he knew this would be coming if he did lose. There had never been a moment where the witch thought that would ever actually happen, but he was prepared for any outcome. Or so he thought. Instead of being calm and collected like he had told himself to be, he crossed his arms over his chest in frustration. "Whatever, Atlas." He huffed and then dropped his arms. "I didn't need the stupid coupon anyway so..." Well, he wanted it though. He didn't need it, but he wanted to win and that meant getting the stupid buy one get one coupon. "Whatever."

[acolyterose]

"Well duh, neither did I." Who couldn't afford their own gelato? Atlas was not looking at the litany of unemployed supernatural creatures sulking around Lupercalia. "But I still won; you can say I did well. Maybe even congratulate me, go crazy with it." Atlas continued to fan himself with the coupons, "Because right now you're not acting very my boyfriend is offering to treat me to gelato and I just don't think that's appropriate." Every inch of Atlas's soul was relishing in this, that look on Eoin's face, his tone of voice. Eoin couldn't whatever his way out of this one.

[acolyterose]

@aristonsilvester location: Wolfchella, All Fours notes: as promised

"Can't believe Dad lives with the wolves now." Atlas downed the shitrocket he'd ordered from All Fours and grimaced at the absolute massacre they'd made of his favourite shooter. The lycans couldn't do anything right here, even the cover bands were just sort of a bit off. Whatever, he'd get the cheese fries later, it was a festival, he could detox later. "Have you seen him? He's going to be fighting." Good chance for Octavian to stunt on everyone once again.

[acolyterose]

@kaycebishop location: Wolfchella notes: ur a long way from the tire shop kiddo

"The garlic knots aren't so bad after you pull them apart." Otherwise Atlas couldn't look at them without feeling his stomach turn over. He'd done the whole knotted thing and hated every moment of it, the Superman carry that had been offered after it was probably the worst part. "So, is this where you live now?" It was hard to keep the disapproval out of his tone but considering that Octavian had been hiding out here Atlas needed a few reasons in his back pocket to come by Wolf-City.

[acolyterose]

@legioneoin location: Lupercalia notes: winner winner chicken dinner

"Wow, losing looks good on you." It was a compliment, not everyone could pull off failure and humiliation so well. Atlas fanned himself with the buy one get one soft-serve he and the rest of the 'Fuck Alphas' had won; the coupon expired February 18th so he'd have to get a move on and go. "Better be nice to me or I'm going to have to find someone else to take out for ice cream."

[legioneoin]

I can see the pain behind your eyes It's been there for quite a while I just wanna be the one to remind you what it is to smile I would like to show you what true love can really do

@acolyterose

[nicolasxbianchi]

A huff of a breath escaped Nicolas, something borderline to a tenebrous chuckle, shrugging, "Who feels Octavian is some pawn on the chess board or who want to help him tear everything down?" Unfortunately, Nicolas was unaware of any others who felt the same to the latter; the chimera had always been a touch careful in his own dark ambitions, which had never lent to him having open-hearted conversations about the approach he'd since taken. Aiding Dionaeia in the war, revealing himself as the manticore he'd become, was a sure-sighted mistake that Nicolas could only hope to rectify by helping the slighted Octavian retain more than his former glory.

[acolyterose]

"Neither." This Jackal was a lot of things, pretty being one of them. That seemed to be a common theme among the druids, whether they were aligned to the Pyramid or not they were big on jumping to conclusions. "Is there anyone else in the Pyramid that he can trust?" Octavian had his resolution, had learned a measure of nuance and was quietly putting back together the pieces of what he was and forging a clear path towards what he wanted. Atlas had friends in this city, people he cared about, even people that he loved - but until the time that his loyalties were called into division, he'd firmly hold onto the importance of both.

[acolyterose]

Atlas was still hoping that the city would turn towards Octavian again; this time, it would be done in reverence. This peace era was temporary; too many people circled Rome for things to last. History always had a way of repeating itself, and it didn't matter what performative measures were put into place; sooner or later, some vampire would rip the throat out of the wrong witch, some God would step on the pride of some elve, or some lycan would bite a senator. It was inevitable, and when things boiled over, the archdruid would be in a prime position to aid the city once more. "Alright, I'll do what you want. You can count on me; I won't let you down." Not again. "This city needs you; we all need you. They might have forgotten that, but I won't. I never will." And if people stood in Octavian's way, Atlas would ensure they were removed.

[octavianrising]

❂🐦❂

Octavian had always led his followers down a path of bloodshed, but now his dark flame burned with his every step. Those who followed would know its warmth while those who stood against him would be burned. Regardless, he would make all face the light of The Last and he would do so with clarity of mind. “My acolyte, you have shed blood in my name and even sacrificed yourself to me. Bear witness, for your loyalty will be rewarded. When I reestablish dominion you will have all you could want and then some.” From Octavian’s body flows a river of fire that washes over Atlas. It surrounds him and stretches far into the Otherworld, warming him as a reminder of Octavian’s might while clearing his way back. The burned path would remain to lead him to the mortal realm, until the dark Otherwilds regrew and wiped it away that was. Atlas didn’t have time to waste on navigation. It was time to put his training and newfound power to work for Octavian's cause.

END

[acolyterose]

The walls of this place had ears, Atlas knew that better than anyone else considering how much time he spent eavesdropping on this place. Family was one way of putting it but it wasn't a word that resonated within Atlas when he thought about the druids of this place, his family was either dead or assholes. His chosen family were a group of bottoms he had brunch with, the druids were coworkers, friends, sometimes more, but when it came to Octavian the archdruid had been clear about his expectations for the necromera. "Yeah, well, his acolytes need to stick together. Especially now."

[aristonsilvester]

A smile touches his mouth, wistful more than anything and he's too up in the clouds to be sad but there were days where he felt more like raincloud, more animal and alien than human and he feels outside of Octavian's acolytes maybe it's his old age or his bitter resentment and the chance that he almost touched the stars, that for awhile there he thought he was going to be the next messiah, the Archdruid that they had been searching for before he had fallen far from grace. His hands clasps Atlas's shoulder, lingering beside the druid for a moment but he keeps his peace. "I'm happy you're here, goodnight Atlas."

[acolyterose]

END

[nikolaigray]

Eren or Esme; Niko would have to commit those names to memory. If he did decide to work towards retrieving his lost memories. A part of him knew that he needed them, to understand who he was; but another part of him worried over what would come up. Konstantin had not seemed worried when Niko had returned, nor had Asher when they'd crossed paths. A life with one brother was partially remembered, while the other was not; yet neither seemed put off by his sudden return to being... well, human, in a sense. "But what if I'm not myself without them? What if I'm missing something by not having them back?"

[acolyterose]

Niko had Atlas's sympathy; truthfully, it spoke to issues that Atlas might have in his next life, or maybe the one after that. He wasn't sure if he'd want to remember, or if there were things he'd want to forget. Somehow the druid imagined that fate wasn't going to allow him to pick and choose. "I think you're fine as you are," Atlas offered, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the druid as he was. His memory had some lapses, but maybe that was for the best. "One of the keepers told me that when we're reincarnated, or when we don't remember something, it's because we're not supposed to. Maybe you're better off, but, I think that's your choice."

[nicolasxbianchi]

"You know, I once thought Octavian was nothing more than the crazy archdruid who burned down the city once," he smiled at that in comparison to the examples Atlas presented; the Cat was a swift learner to this world and Nicolas was more impressed of that than anything. Each example presented Aspects and archdruids that would swallow a life like his whole, whereas Octavian saw it as a primed opportunity to bestow greatness; it was clear Nicolas had been sniffing around the wrong places all this time. "It's been my mistake to wave him off time and time again," the Jackal was often blinded by the perception others had given to him, nothing more than some lowly thief who'd never learn, and he'd mirrored a similar scrutiny towards Octavian when really he held more cards than expected. "A lot of the Keepers in the Pyramid look at me like some hopeful charity case," Nicolas shrugged, turning to face Atlas, "So, if you, or Octavian, needed any resources from the Pyramid; I'd have my ways." The Jackal was never really eloquent with words, never predictable in his paths either, but if the Keepers had once saw him as a thieving creature who'd never change, then he'd be everything they once imagined.

[acolyterose]

It helped to be observant, that he was generally the smartest person in the room was another plus. Then again, that wasn't an especially tall order in the Pyramid; these ancient creatures had the mentality to go along with it. Each was more stuck in their ways than the last, too stubborn to change, too old to care. Nicolas had underestimated him and underestimated Octavian as well; at least, he was smart enough to realize as much. The only person who'd ever done anything for this city had been exiled from it. "Do you know of anyone else that feels the same?" Octavian had charged him with finding the people who stood in stark opposition to the chimeric archdruid, while his maker didn't want Atlas dealing with them himself, Octavian had made it very clear what would happen to them.

[legioneoin]

This drink was horrible. There was no circling around that fact, but Atlas was definitely acting like it was the most normal drink in the world. The druid must have been a really good friend because Eoin would've absolutely told this Akara how absolutely atrocious it was if their roles were switched. He definitely wouldn't have said it to the poor guy with Atlas standing there either. It didn't matter though. He was still drinking this damn drink because the druid told him that he should. That alone was far too much for Eoin to unpack and he could almost hear his brother's voice in his head along with the other witch pointing at his palm. He actually didn't even want to think about that. Instead, he tried to think of an answer to Atlas' question. Who was his best friend? Was it going to be embarrassing to say his siblings? He talked to Virgil and Aurea the most and he honestly couldn't think of anyone else he talked to about serious shit more than them. "Uh...I don't really have one."

[acolyterose]

"That's..." Atlas trailed off for a second before he put a hand on Eoin's shoulder, "more depressing than this vampire's sense of decor." Cobwebs were in the corners, with more red velvet than anyone should have. "I'll be your best friend wingman. That's not your best friend; that's someone who'll help you find someone appropriate." He'd start interviewing potential candidates immediately. Obviously, Eoin was a lot to deal with. Akara and Atlas only worked because the former was so sweet that even Atlas couldn't be mean to him. "Now, bottoms up, we're dancing."

[legioneoin]

Eoin felt like there was just so much of this that made sense to him. He wasn't sure why or how it had happened, but he wasn't complaining. Atlas was actually being nice to him so he figured he would offer the druid the same luxury. It very well could be the only time the other was going to give him this sort of temperament. Considering how they had met and how every conversation went after that, or most of them anyway, he was convinced that all they ever did was butt heads. However, here in the quiet of his penthouse, they were both just...vulnerable. And Eoin knew that, just like him, Atlas didn't like that one bit. They'd get used to it thought. They were both adaptable because they had been forced to be. In very different ways, but somehow still the same.

"Jogging every morning?" Eoin usually stuck to the treadmill, but going out into nature didn't seem all that bad. "You mind if I join you?" He would be up early anyway so it only seemed right that he go on that jog, too. Otherwise, he'd just be at home by himself doing his same old boring morning routine. "Iced coffee and green juice. I'll have the..." He drifted off as he thought about what he was about to say. Somehow, it felt absolutely bougie as hell for him to have said he'd have the chef fix that up, but that was what would happen, he guessed. "Whatever. You know I'm wealthy. I'll have the chef make that in the morning."

[acolyterose]

Jogging with someone didn't exactly sound appealing to him, the whole point was to be alone with his thoughts and it was hard to think when someone was wheezing next to you. "You're going to end up getting sick of me." It's not a no, more of a yes, but this is a trial run. "The chef? Next you'll tell me you chop cucumbers like a Kardashian." At least Eoin didn't make it plural, that would have had Atlas rethinking this whole thing. The places Atlas owned were each styled very differently, more or less shrines to different phases of his life, but Eoin's was entirely different. Quiet in all its comforts, the only hiccup was it sounded like Atlas would have to introduce Eoin to the joys of making his own meals. "So," for the first time since this conversation began, Atlas moved out of the witch's orbit and gravitated towards the couch instead before he gestured towards the TV. "does this thing get HBO?"

[wae-teeth]

He handwaves the hell comment, it's something he has made peace with or at least the idea of it had been done to death. Nobody liked a vampire that was concerned with where their soul had gone or whatever. Peeking over the balcony, looking out at the dancefloor, Jamie looks to who Atlas is gesturing towards and raises his brows before nodding in approval. The guy is handsome, seems comfortable busting a move after a few drinks and it doesn't happen very often, but he does feel just a little bit of warmth in his cold, dead heart. Atlas deserves some normalcy after everything, a nice boyfriend, a fun time. "I'm happy for ye." It's a quick moment of weakness, a small smile that's genuine. "Seems tae be a good time."

[acolyterose]

"He's not." Atlas's response was quick and humourous: "He'll probably deny this ever happened if he remembers it." Speaking of, the necromera took out his phone and snapped a few photos to commemorate the event forever. "Anyways, I'm going to go collect him, try and fall on some priest dick for me. You deserve it." Atlas patted the other's shoulder as he passed him so he could take Eoin home before the witch ended up pulling a muscle he wasn't used to exercising.