cillian

[blindcentaur]

kingcfdeath:

“Fucking Melinoe.”

“It wasn’t against my will... I just, didn’t get the whole story first.”

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beautifulnightmvre:

“Pomegranates don’t count as good food.”

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t tried them.”

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beautifulnightmvre:

“Well Mom and Dad came here. And like let’s be real, a change of scenery is nice. I think you’ll like it. There’s good food.”

“We had good food back home.”

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kingcfdeath:

“New Orleans, Louisiana,” he replied calmly as we wait for Cillian to come to him. “Cillian, how did you even get here?”

“That’s.. the thing. I was brought here.”

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jimmylitch:

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“There’s no need to worry we’ll figure it out.”

“You sound so sure.”

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ttaintedlove:

“She’s always hard at work when it comes to those…” Persephone replied, her tone more understanding than it had been before he offered his explanation. That didn’t mean she was any less concerned for her son, or for what this incident would mean for Melinoe as a mother either. “Come on, lets get you out of here.” she insisted gently. “I’m just glad you’re alright, Cillian.”

“I’m alright,” he reassured, never wanting to worry her. He took a few steps toward her, extending a hand hesitantly toward her. “I’m glad you’re here.” 

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theirhorror:

“there’s no point apologising, what are you going to do about it ?” clocking his movement, she took a few steps forwards herself — unintentionally threatening. 

hearing her approach, he locked his knee -- a show that he was going to stand his ground. “there’s nothing i can do,” he explained, trying to sound strong.

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theirhorror:

“either way our fate is written in the stars.” she smiled. “you’re taking this very seriously.”

“i was always told i was too serious.. losing my sight didn’t exactly help it, either.”

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ttaintedlove:

“Of course she did.” Persephone mused, shaking her head gently at the news of her daughters antics. “I suppose she left you here… She always was a tad forgetful. Always running before she can walk.” she added as she stood beside her adoptive son, looking him over. “Are you alright?”

“She was working on nightmares.” It wasn’t clear as to why he felt the need to stick up for Melinoe in such a way. Perhaps he feared her wrath, if it came back to her that he had said something against her?  Who could know for sure. “Yeah, I’m fine. A little cold, I guess?” The wet bayou of New Orleans was unlike the more dry cool that the Underworld was. He felt sticky, and uncomfortable.

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beautifulnightmvre:

“Sounds good to me.”

As promised, he followed some ways behind, relying on his other senses to maneuver his way over the unfamiliar terrain. “Why are we in New Orleans?” he asked. He knew that it was practically the new Greece, what with all the gods congregating and the creatures that resided there, but he meant them specifically -- him.

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ttaintedlove:

persephone had grown accustomed to interacting with the supernatural inhabitants of new orleans, though, she was slightly perplexed to see this particular creature out and about. “cillian.” she acknowledged, walking over to him. “what a pleasant surprise.”

“Melinoë brought me,” he stammered. It was less of a ‘tattletale’ and more of a rushed explanation to who he would have to consider his adoptive mother, or alpha, in the case of centaur herds. 

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beautifulnightmvre:

“What do you want? I can get you a salad or something if you want,”  Melinoë asked. “Do you think it’d be easier for you to like hold my hand or something? It’d kind of suck if you got lost. I don’t think dad would be to happy with me.”

“I can hear your footsteps. Just.. warn me if you have to walk over something?” His stride was longer than hers anyway, so his cautious stepping wouldn’t be much of a setback. “A salad is fine. Maybe some fruit, too?”

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beautifulnightmvre:

“Fine.”

Hooves kicked up some dirt as he shuffled toward her. He didn’t like the idea of exploring a city he wasn’t familiar with.. with a sister he couldn’t quite count on.

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beautifulnightmvre:

“We’re in New Orleans. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you anywhere again. Are you hungry? I can go get us something to eat.”

“You’re taking me with you,” was all the colt said, sharp and with a soft huff.

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beautifulnightmvre:

“I said I’d be right back. I got distracted, there was some prime nightmare material, I couldn’t let it go to waste.”

“Where did you take me, Melinoe?  Where is this?”

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theirhorror:

“the damage is already done.”

the centaur was becoming quite upset. he stepped back a few times, a flight response surging through him. “i-i’m sorry,” he reiterated.

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theirhorror:

“fighting isn’t always the answer.”

“when it’s for survival. or your pride...” despite the wording, cillian wasn’t referring to violence in particular. no, he was referring to more of a determination centric battle.