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Cael - 25 - Witch

[caelxmercer]

lailarenaud:

“Des has a good thing going for him,” Laila noted, propping herself up on an elbow. “Damien doesn’t let anyone fuck with him upstairs in his little mad scientist fortress.” She grinned broadly at the thought– perhaps it had something to do with the scowling blonde that was usually stationed by the stairs. “That’s kind of a big project, angel.” The wolf studied his features, trying to find anything that she hadn’t noticed before. “We have a blue moon this month, that’s going to be exciting.” She was itching for the change again, her bones now enjoyed the splicing and the split between humanity and something more feral;  “Maybe they’ll still be in town.”

Cael wasn’t sure how he felt about Damien. The charming man had always left an insecure feeling inside of the witch. He still didn’t trust him. If anything, it still felt like the vampire was waiting for the witch to mess up – to give him a reason or an option to turn him into a vampire. He pushed those feelings to the side, studying Laila as she spoke about the moon. It was always interesting to see her when she came back, though he was always on the look out for wounds, “Just don’t do anything stupid that will get you killed. You know hunters are always out there just itching for a reason.”

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[caelxmercer]

lailarenaud:

“Now, I’d love to see them try.” Laila twirled a lock of golden hair around her finger, letting the curl snap back when she released it. She was a formidable creature, and the months in Ashbourne had cemented herself in a position as someone who was all bite, with little bark. The wolves that she had run with had thinned; pack animals were meant to be with their kind, half of the time she felt a tearing in her heart, like she was a seam that was slowly being unstitched. “They weren’t causing any trouble.” Her head tilted, “They tipped the bartender well, and everything.”

Laila’s blasé attitude only made Cael frown, though he didn’t say anything to argue with her. It felt like he was frowning more and more lately, and he’d tried his best to stay positive for everyone. He probably needed to add more mint to his tea. “I like them less near Des than you, so take that as a compliment.” The witch rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling, “Vampires are still...worthless, really. I’m going to find a spell one day that reverses whatever magic is inside them, y’know.”

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lailarenaud:

“I’m waiting on the perfect moment, don’t rush me.” Laila volleyed back, wondering briefly about when their comfortable lives would shift. She feared a day that Cael found something more appealing than a rabid dog to keep under his roof, or that she found something that she loved more than the witch– their lives were more intertwined than hers with her own blood; it frightened her. Pale eyes darkened as she considered his words; she had thought about it. “I think they were just passing through, it’s none of my business.” 

“Honey, someone might just snatch me up while you drag your feet,” he teased lightly, though he had the same thoughts as she. He’d gotten so comfortable – it almost made him nervous. Did he really want to stay in Ashbourne for...the extended future? How long until Laila would want to leave? Everyone he cared about was in this town, now, and though he could count them on one hand, it still was a sobering thought. “It’s your business if you work there. If you have to work in a bloody vampire nest, might as well make it your business.”

[caelxmercer]

lailarenaud:

“You mean your senile old biddies with the cataracts?” Laila teased, leaning in and catching her chin in her palm. “Because that sounds about right if they’re calling you husband material.” She stretched languidly, curling her toes before twining back into the bed. Tiredness seemed to radiate off the witch, and it made her worry– but there was also no telling Cael what to do with his time and magic. “I think he already does, she had some gnarly looking hickies.” Laila shuddered, shaking her head. “I blame Stephanie Meyer.”

“I am perfect husband material. I cook great vegetarian food, I make tea for you in the mornings, sometimes breakfast in bed – I can clean the house with a snap of my fingers yet...?” He held out his left hand with a fake pout, “No diamond to show for it.” He was obviously joking, dropping his hand as he took Laila’s, “You should’ve just killed him there.”

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lailarenaud:

“You should switch that tea of yours for coffee, you’d complain less.” Boundless energy was a result of her species, Laila tucked her cheek against the pillow, already feeling restless as she sunk deeper into the sheets. She was a creature of the night, and like a dog that had been crated all day, she was still eager to run. The blonde rolled her eyes at Cael’s commentary, snorting at the end. “Maybe you should go back to sleep, you’re cuter when you don’t have words coming out of your mouth.” Her hands reached up to secure a tie from around her wrist to the blonde locks that haloed the bed, “Did I tell you that I think I met the real life version of Edward Cullen and Bella Swan today? I’m still shocked that Jerry wouldn’t let me drag her out by the hair.”

“I know I’m cute, the old ladies tell me all day at the hospital. They tell me my smile lines are handsome and if they were fifty years younger, they’d be all over me. Also that my accent is adorable. If I was a very straight, heteronormative man, I’d probably have been insulted.” Cael was always shy with any praise that went his way, despite his somewhat wilted confidence in his abilities as of late. Not even his healing remedies were stopping the energy siphoning he was doing throughout the hospital. Healing was taking too much of his strength and magic, and now he felt like one of his dead flowers he’d put in the backyard the other day since he hadn’t the time to save it. “So she wanted him to bite her or something?”

[caelxmercer]

lailarenaud:

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Laila was wordless as she slunk into Cael’s room, lifting the duvet on one side of the bed and sliding into the spot beside his pillow. She made quick work of making herself comfortable, curling into place like a kitten trying to fit into a drawer. Her work clothes were still on, a cotton shirt that clung to her frame and dark jeans that had suspicious staining on the hems– hopefully it was something that her roommate was able to magic away. From beside her, she heard a groan and Laila laughed softly, reaching over to click on the nightstand light. “I know you’re not asleep.” The blonde twisted, peering through dark lashes at the witch. “Talk to me, it’s too early for bed.”

Cael always heard the werewolf enter their home. It was like a bull in a china shop. His neatly placed everything was always half in disarray by the time he left his bedroom in the morning, but this time he’d been having a lighter sleep, peeking an eye over at the wolf after groaning, “For you maybe. You weren’t running around the hospital and the tea shop today,” he grumbled, though it was hard for him to even be remotely angry. He wrinkled his nose, looking at her before he eventually smiled, “You didn’t even change? And you got into my bed? What if I wasn’t wearing anything under the covers? Wait – you’d probably get too excited.”

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[douglasboothitalia]

When you first began getting involved in the dramatic arts, what areas of this field did you most enjoy? I think being creative along with a group of like-minded young individuals. At the National Youth Theatre you spend two weeks devising a piece and you find out a lot about each other and about yourself. One of the greatest things was to learn new skills along the way, meet interesting new people and make friends all over the world. I’ve made connections with people all over the world have introduced me to a fascinating creative community and I’m always eager to travel non-stop for that very reason.

[pscalpedro]

Douglas Booth for ‘Express Life’

requested by @isabeleinwonderland​

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they look at you and say,      condemned      accursed      damned they look at me and say,      look at him      look at those red-stained hands      look at those cracking bones       look at those ghosted eyes           those serrated teeth           those hellbound feet he is the wretchedest picture i’ve ever seen i look at them and say,      listen to him      listen to this haunted breath      listen to this trembling pulse      listen to this creaking skeleton           this shotgun voice           this hollow footfall he is the purest melody i’ve ever heard i call up to god and say,      see the holiest blasphemy that i know      see the sweetest damnation that i know      see the happiest tragedy that i know i swear even you cannot wrest him from me

your name is the only prayer i believe 

[caelxmercer]

profanidad:

He was all smiles in that moment, like he had been at the fair before. Desmond enjoyed that look on him, it was peaceful. Like everything was perfect in that moment. “You hated that shirt,” he countered in between kisses, pleased the fabric had been removed and all that was left was the feeling of his flesh under his touch. It was a feeling he never forgot, something he was never able to let go. At his darkest times, the memories seemed to taunt him, but now they only spoke of desire. The pressure of his fingertips on his skin, the touch of a wet tongue against his. The way their bodies fit around each other. “I’m not letting you go again,” he said and kissed him and knew that he meant it; that ever doing it was a mistake he’d regret forever. Wasted time in hurtful places, lonely places. He belonged where he was now. Desmond smiled into the kiss and whispered, “I’m not letting you go right now.” Was it too soon? He hoped not. He hoped what he felt was half Cael, the building urge that had him bringing a hand to his front and palm his sex through the fabric of his pants. 

Cael had always been lean – lanky with not entirely too much muscle on his body. He’d felt inadequate at one point in his life; but with Des he felt completely at ease. “Maybe,” he laughed, his hands sliding beneath the fabric of the other witch’s shirt. The kiss felt like a promise, one that Cael easily and readily agreed to. His grip was desperate, pushing up the shirt that blocked him from the rest of Desmond’s skin. “Then don’t,” he mumbled, rocking his hips down to try and get something, any kind of friction to ease the throbbing between his legs. His jeans were already tight enough. “Des, off,” he could only grind down so much, his hands grabbing at the other’s pants when he felt his hands there. There was no mistaking his desire – he wanted Desmond everywhere. He wanted his magic joined with his again; he wanted the man with him, in him, around him – like he needed the air the witch used to be able to control with a snap of his fingers. Maybe it was premature, but Cael had always followed after Desmond blindly. The other witch was his first everything – sex, love – one could name it, and Cael would give it to Desmond. Time had separated them, and Cael couldn’t find it in him to say how much he loved him – not yet. It had to be obvious in the way he kissed him and in the way he shed his clothing as quick as he possibly could without taking his hands and mouth away from Desmond’s skin. Cael was never good at hiding emotions, “I want you. For as long as I can have you.” 

[caelxmercer]

profanidad:

He didn’t fight the tug, lowering his weight on Cael to chase his kiss. His face was still flushed with drunkenness, he wondered if he looked the same. It didn’t matter. His fingertips trailed up his sides, sneaking under that hideous shirt to trace his skin. Desmond smiled against his lips, the question was laced in coy playfulness. “Yes, very much.” He kissed him again and slowly pushed his shirt up, breaking it off to pull it over his head. “That’s better,” he said, lowering his head to plant a kiss on his mouth, then down to his neck, letting his hands map his skin.  

Cael brushed his thumb over Desmond’s cheek, following the curve of his jaw as he hummed into the kiss. It was difficult for him to focus, the feel of Des’ hands on his skin lighting it on fire. His entire body and magic reacted, like it was meeting an old friend and being reunited for the first time in what felt like years. Cael held back everything he wanted to say, his buzzed mind reminding him that a somewhat drunken admission wasn’t going to be as effective as he wanted it to be. “I liked that shirt,” he mumbled against Desmond’s mouth with a smile, letting it fall onto the floor. It wasn’t much of a shirt, anyway. Cael threaded his fingers through the other witch’s curly hair, “I missed you – for a long time.”

[caelxmercer]

lailarenaud:

“My baby,” Laila cooed, reaching over to pinch his cheek. Long legs tucked up onto the couch, with her bony knees denting the soft material of the cushion as she got comfortable. “You know that means we’re watching a movie, right?” She scrolled through Netflix, pausing on a shared favourite before hitting play. “Scarlett O’Hara, eat your heart out.”

Cael made a face, “Technically, one day, you’ll be an old ass woman.” He didn’t envy Laila; she would age far past one hundred, and Cael was sure he’d tap out around eighty. She’d have to live past her human friends, but at least she would have other wolves, “Mhm, you know the way to my heart.”

[caelxmercer]

maevebrownes:

( cael mercer. )

Tranquilitea would have been a cute spot for Maeve if it didn’t smell like dirt. The scent was heavy as it lingured in the air; as did a few potted plants in circular glass bowls that hang from the ceiling. Maeve tipped it out of her way and let it swing behind her. “Hey, you weirdo,“ The redhead calls to the familiar witch, her voice echoing in the small place. She still has mixed feelings about Cael, but she knew that grudge she held was slowly easing. She can’t hold onto the resentment for long, she doesn’t want to, and to get over the bitterness was to slowly easy the earth witch back into her life. Maeve was disappointed him like she would have been with a family member, not a friend. So, here she was. "Find any Griffin’s lately?” They haven’t seen each other since the day they were suppose to get married. Maeve gives a snort of a laugh before she felt her stomach lurch at the thought. It would have been like marrying a brother. Alright, she needed to stop thinking about this. "Have any teas for nausea?”

“Mae,” Cael put his palms on the counter, looking at the witch as she entered the shop. His head tilted at the comment, confusion passing over his face, “Griffins?” he echoed, letting the joke slide as she moved on to another topic. “Yeah – plenty. Why? What kind of nausea? Like...migraine sickness?”

[caelxmercer]

damienxhunt:

He was covered in blood, the empty alley was filled with severed limbs and decapitated heads, Damien could’ve taken them out more discreetly but there was something satisfying in getting lost in the euphoria of slaughter. It was prohibited however and a messier end masked the crime, let the wolves be blamed for his doing and he walked over the witch to check on him.

“I’m sorry,“ Damien said in a soothing tone, “I had to, but you’re safe now.“ Without waiting for the other’s response, he lifted Cael and carried him back inside the tea shop. He knew from last time that the witch lived upstairs and the vampire brought him to what he believed to be the boy’s room.

Cael grunted at the movement, his fingers curling into the fabric of Damien’s jacket. He refused to say anything, forcing himself to keep his eyes open as he was moved. The impact from his bed made him wince, and the witch moved his hand to his shoulder, whispering a word that sealed the wound, scarring it over to leave the imprint.

“I need –” He didn’t want to ask Damien for help, but at this point he had no choice, “Why did you do this for me?”

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lailarenaud:

“Can’t afford it,” Laila said, glancing through her open door at the unmade bed in question. Her nose wrinkled. “I just gotta fix the frame, I think.” The wolf would of rather that she just sleep on the couch, but eventually, she’d have to mend what was broken. “Do you think I’m going to let you get up to anything if I’m here? I’m talking scrabble and the occasional hand hold.” The blonde sighed, “We’ll figure it out.”

Cael tried not to laugh, wrinkling his nose at the bed before he held up his hand, reheating his tea, “Scrabble?” he teased, “Thanks, mom, but I haven’t been a virgin for at least seven years.” He leaned forward to grab the remote, putting it on Laila’s lap, “All you.”