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Pointing at the Moon || Blake & Jade
In her excitement, Jade took large strides towards the dog, a smile plastered wide on her face. Remembering where she was, she stopped. Cerby knew her in her other form. Gingerly, she reached a hand out for the dog to smell. He promptly lapped at her fingers, the traces of a goofy grin rolling his tongue out of the side of his mouth. “Hi Cerby.” Jade grinned, rubbing a spot behind his ear. She closed one fist, and upon opening it again, produced a small flower that she tucked behind the dog’s floppy ear, “There’s my puppy.” She laughed, scratching under his chin. Jade turned back to Blake, talking as she grew another flower in her palm, “Do you remember when I used steal your crowns for myself and leave behind daisy chains until you made a crown for me to wear while we judged souls.” Her voice was soft and she tucked the new flower behind her husband’s ear.
Cerby looked up at her, his tongue flopping out at the marvelous petting. He growled when she turned away from him, and began pawing at his ear to remove the flower. He was unsuccessful and he padded over into Blake who swiftly removed it. Cerby then moved to curl up on one of Blake's couch's, where he watched Persephone from the distance just in case she tried to plant more. Blake, meanwhile, glanced sideways to glimpse the flower. He turned to his wife with a classic look of exasperation. "I remember it very well. It was rather humiliating." He said, almost ready to go and follow his dog to sit and watch her from a safe distance. "You are incorrigible sometimes." Blake said, drawing her close to him to kiss her head, then released her.
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Pet Shop || Blake & Ana
It’d been a long day and Ana had enough of the pesky humans that’d thought it was great to bug her through out the day. Getting used to everything was proving to be harder than she’d originally thought and because of her lack of control when it came to her words, she’d been given yet again another warning about her attitude. Was it wrong that she stated her opinion and spoke the truth? Ana always thought this humans admired the whole honesty thing, she hadn’t the slightest clue that others had a supposed line when it came down to it. Making her way down the street, Ana pushed in her earphones. Blasting away any thought of her shift at the bakery down the road and simply let the music take her away. It was calming and possibly the only thing that made her feel relaxed when in this horrid state. She wasn’t sure if it was her new found body that caused her to be ten times more sour with her attitude or if she was simply being her self. It wasn’t long before Ana’s train of thought was interrupted as she stumbled over a can of cat food, falling onto her knee with a loud yelp. It didn’t take her long to scour the area, anger fuming in her body. As if this was really happening to the girl, was her day not set enough when she had to deal with rude costumers and annoying men who found it fun to attack her with their words of ‘flirtation’ She turned to the male that was bent down, picking up what was scatter on the ground and a small sigh escaped her lips. He didn’t look he was one to purposely set up the item on the floor, ready to just ruin any more of her day. He had quite a few items on the ground and a part of her felt bad so she opted to leave her harsh comments back. Pushing herself up to stand after picking a few of the items. She held them out to the male and simply stared down at him, emotionless. “Here.” She sighed.
Blake looked at the girl who fell next to him. Who literally fell next to him. He didn't want to laugh, but it seemed like there were constantly women falling around him, as if he were cursed. That itself was hilarious, and he as sure he could spend a few hours simply laughing at the situations from this week. However this girl looked so miserable and angry that he bit his tongue for a moment, then quickly apologized. "The bag broke." He said after apologizing profusely. "Thank you." Blake added as she handed him more of his purchased items. He began balancing the cans and toys in one arm, and then stuck out his hand with the other, making sure that the cat was still in the crate next to his foot. "Blake Videl. I do apologize." He said quietly, frankly not in the mood to raise his voice more than the norm. Plus, it would allow her to make a quick escape if she desired. "I am normally not so clumsy." Blake continued.
INTJ
Introvert(67%) iNtuitive(25%) Thinking(62%) Judging(44%)
You have distinct preference of Introversion over Extraversion (67%)
You have moderate preference of Intuition over Sensing (25%)
You have distinct preference of Thinking over Feeling (62%)
You have moderate preference of Judging over Perceiving (44%)
INTJ is one of these types, and according to many sources, the second rarest of the bunch (after INFJ). According to CAPT.org, INTJs only make up 2-4% of the population, and an estimated 2/3 of INTJs are male. That means, in a group of 100 people, statistically speaking, there will only be two INTJ males and one INTJ female. In addition to this, INTJs typically differ greatly from many other types in behavior and beliefs. As our type states, we are introverted, intuitive, thinking, and judging. Starting as young children we build vast information networks in our head, often specializing in one or two areas of expertise (for instance, I’m very knowledgeable about biology). We often prefer to be alone, getting easily overwhelmed and exhausted by large groups of people- particularly Sensors, as the information sensors and INTJs consider interesting, important and relevant are often boring and irrelevant to the other party. As thinkers, we tend to view the world- and ourselves- very clinically. The world is a puzzle, and we’re always trying to find a more efficient way of piecing it together. We are confident in our knowledge and skills, but we know where we are lacking. While we are our own worst critics, we are often lenient with other people. Almost universally, however, we seem to be bad at interpersonal relations. We don’t like or understand small talk, we don’t understand dating “games,” and we often have a hard time understanding motives and emotions- even our own. Often, they take a back seat to our logic, and go ignored. We’d much prefer staying in to going out partying, and when we do go out, we don’t tend to talk to people we aren’t very familiar with. All these things add up to an utter lack of social skills.
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Pointing at the Moon || Blake & Jade
"I’ve missed him so much." Jade sighed happily, bouncing up the staircase, "I thought about adopting a normal dog, but it wouldn’t be the same as Cerby." She stood outside of Blake’s door teetering on her toes excitedly, a large grin spreading across her face. She leaned up to bring her face to her husbands, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, "I’ve missed you…both of you."
Blake nodded, and smiled faintly at her kiss. She was his wife, and his queen once again. Every moment spent with her reminded him of the winters they shared throughout the years. And of how much he loved her. Blake opened the door and the sound of dog paws echoed within the apartment. A large rottweiler bounded forward with a non-angry bark, and immediately jumped up to reach Blake. "Look who it is." Blake said, kneeling down to pet his dog, and indicated Jade besides him. The dog approached her, sniffed, then wagged it's tail and greeted her with a bark.
Shadows of The Night || Delilah and Blake
Delilah smiled to herself at the feeling of his arm in hers. He was strong. There was no denying that. The bulk of his arm was heavy against hers and a part of her dreamed of better days. She remember her past and the way men with arms like this were her favorite. They were the ones that could so easily pick her up, move her as if she was nothing more than a feather, and it thrilled her. She glanced back up at the man walking along side her and sighed. This wasn’t then. This wasn’t Greece. This was New York, a world and a lifetime away and she was simply a nymph biting off more than she could chew, as usual.
"Defending myself, causing problems for others… You could say I’m just a trouble maker." She pulled herself closer to the man, pretending at least for the moment that she was just a normal human, one who needed his warmth because the chill of the night was just too much to handle. "Blake.. I like that. It’s strong," she mused, letting it roll on her tongue for a few moments. "Blake…" She laughed and looked up at him once more a moment. "It doesn’t sound like a name of someone who would do that." She tilted her head back, admiring the man still on the ground and couldn’t help but wonder if her own flames would have held such power. Maybe she’d have to find out one night. When hulking Blake’s weren’t around.
"Delilah," she said finally, looking ahead of them and maintaining the slight skip in her step as the moved. The city that never slept seemed so dead at this hour that the few lights that shone around them really captivated the nymph, drawing her attention like a moth to a flame. "What are you doing out so late?" she asked absentmindedly, tucking her free hand into her coat pocket as she studied a homeless man sleeping on a street corner they were turning. "Most don’t haunt this hour unless they’re doing something naughty." She laughed again and looked up at him, winking and then looking back at the street, waiting for his answer.
It was odd. He was almost able to feel the energy, the heat, coming from her. He was getting tempted to ask her who she really was. She was not a mortal, that much was clear. Or if she was a mortal, she was on a lot of drugs. The girl reminded him of a being who kept on venturing into his realm... A nymph or siren or something similar. Persephone normally dealt with outsiders because most of the time he was too grumpy. That itself was curious and he would have to think it through later. Maybe discuss it with her why he was always so angry.
"I see." He nodded, listening to her as they walked slowly. She had a fascination with the hurt man, and seemed rather sadistic. "Delilah. Samson's mistress in the Old Testament. Known as an amorous temptress." Blake said, glancing over at her. "I am sure there is no relation, however." A smile broke across his face, then faded quickly. He didn't like smiling. The muscles hurt.
Her next statement surprised him. It almost managed to prove his theories about her. Blake had felt the power, or at least in inhuman aura coming from her. Her desires were almost drawn onto her face, and for one he felt like indulging his human side. Pulling her around and to the wall of a shop, Blake pushed her against the wall roughly, putting one hand above her shoulder and the other near her waist to keep her in the spot. "Who are you?" He asked quietly, staring into her blue eyes. "Who are you really?" Blake added.
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Pet Shop || Open
Blake stopped at the store window, somehow unable to move past it. There were kittens in the window. Hades, the ruler of the Underworld, could not move his feet away from the pet store. He didn't know what it was, but maybe it was the familiar sadness he could see in it's eyes. He must be losing his mind, or he wasn't drinking enough. The small kitten was all black with blue eyes, and it was curled up in a corner of the cage, simply not engaging. It was cute.... The king found himself under someone, or something else's control, and he entered the store. He felt trapped in his mind, and was going to start yelling and screaming for help as the physical body he occupied began going about buying the kitten. It wasn't right, but apparently they didn't question random strangers entering and buying animals.
Five minutes later, Blake exited the store with a cat in a cage in one hand, and all the supplies a new cat owner needed in the other. He stopped as he looked up at the sun, then around at the passing people. "I just bought a cat." He said quietly. "I just bought a fucking kitten." Blake added, not sure what had just come over him. He shook his head, and began walking just as the bag tore open and the cat food bag fell, along with five or so toys and brushes. He looked down, and sighed, then knelt to begin collecting his purchases with as much dignity as he could muster up.
{&}—"So I no'ice ye still 'aven' pu' yer shir' back on. Is da' because o' de coffee or are ye tryin'a impress me?"
"Impress you? I am afraid not. I didn't realize I could be distracting."
Shadows of The Night || Delilah and Blake
Delilah turned to move away from him, her lips tilted at the corners in a coy smirk. Despite her frustration, Delilah was finding fewer and fewer fun things to do in New York. Sure she had her job, but even dancing got old when one wasn’t allowed to do so much as touch. There were also her lovers but… She sighed. No use dwelling on that at the moment, especially not when that deep and brutish voice was back, growling nearly and sending a pleased shiver down her spine. She stopped in her steps, continuing to face away from him and counting the few long moments before she turned back to him with doe like eyes.
"Are you sure it wouldn’t be an inconvenience?" She took a careful step towards him, stepping over the man who groaned still on the floor, and offered her smile once more, taking care to keep her look of innocence rather than the burning and devilish curiosity that always seemed to get her into so much trouble. "I mean, you by no means have to be a gentlemen.” She glanced down at the man at their feet and then back up once more. “I’m quite used to savage men.” Her smile remained innocent, sweet, void of the sin that her tone promised and her eyes gleaned. Delilah was finally starting to have fun again and she certainly wasn’t about to let that end.
She offered her arm then, tilting her head to one side and waiting to see if he’d take it. “If you want to play the gentlemen card though…” She glanced down at her arm, hinting at her meaning, “I won’t stop you.” It was clear to the nymph that something was happening, something the man didn’t like, and maybe it was that discomfort that pushed her forward. It wasn’t like she was usually the type to take such control of men - well, maybe not here in New York, or at least not the ones who didn’t want it - but there was something in this man’s eyes that she simply had to play with and by the gods above she’d figure out what it was sooner or later.
She had crazy eyes. Those innocent browns flashed, then returned to the previous facade. However, her voice was sugary sweet and he felt his human influence forget the strange events before. This girl was not normal and Blake was slowly seeing that he would not be able to simply bow his way out of it. If she wanted it, he'd play along, at least until he found out what was to peculiar about her.
"Not an inconvenience at all." He said quietly, taking her arm. "I can see that. I do believe that you are capable of defending yourself." Blake continued, playing into the game. He took her arm, but still let her lead. She knew where she was going, and she must know what she desired from him. Perhaps Cerby would know who she is. That would be very interesting indeed. She was quite attractive, and the human was questioning the restrictions that Blake was setting forth. But Hades had little interest in finishing the game, merely playing it.
"My name is Blake." He added, still speaking quietly. He was not planning on divulging too much personal information. His surname, for example. He was forcing himself to be cordial, however, and not just pull her around and force her to march straight back home. He was also getting a strange craving for a muffin, preferably chocolate.
"Ok, ok. Why did the calf cross the road?"
"Why?"
{&}—"De name's Angus. I's a pleasure."
"Good to meet you, Angus."
{&}—"I didn' tink ye 'ad."
"I'm Blake, in any case."
"If you give me some time, I can think of a few more jokes. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you without a shirt, let me savor this."
"You've got half a minute."
{&}—"An' shir'lessness looks professional? No' da' I'm complainin'."
"I did not think that through."