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— PEDRO PASCAL, HOMOSEXUAL, MALE & HE/HIM — well met ! as blood demands EZRAH GARCIA has answered the call ! they have been chosen and are now claimed as the CHILD OF ARTEMIS. while they have been alive for 48 years, the adventure has just begun. they must now train hard in the ways of the DRUID. while their RESOURCEFULNESS, DETERMINATION & RESILIENCE can be an asset to the god’s cause, their SHORT TEMPER, IMPULSIVENESS, CYNICISM could create some tension. only the fates will know in the end, but now their thread has been woven into the tapestry of myths and legends !

#intro.#pinned post.#hfsklmnfkl idk if this is all and what i want #death tw #drinking tw #alcohol addiction tw #ichorhq / intro

hearthaid

"Mmhm."

He hummed, eyes studying the older gentleman now occupying the room with him. His nose briefly scrunched at the pungent smell of alcohol. "Oh, you've had the BIG fun." he chortled, eyes following briefly before he resumed his attention to matching cards.

"Probably less so if you chase ahead of the curb. I hope you planned to have some water and a snack before laying your head on your pillow." He says before yawning quietly as places a few more cards upon the rows on the table.

"We've not met; yet, nah. Pleasure to meet you, Ezrah. I'm Malik. Just moved in a day or so ago. "

crimehunted

"uhmmmm, no. i'm fine. they're uh, y'know. busy." he wouldn't stand between others having a fun time, so he'd headed home to wash off glitter & sweat after dancing way too closely with valentine & a pair of very handsome men who had shared their interest in taking him home, but the son of artemis had chickened out & stumbled home instead. eyes roamed the living room, over along towards the new demigod & whatever it was he did there. his head swam a little, vision slightly blurry, but now that he sat down he felt much better. "right." snack & water. hm. where were casimiro & charlie when he needed them the most?

"helloooo, malik." words drawn out a bit, little drin on his face, head laid back against the chair so that he was facing the ceiling. "who's your uhhh—?" voice raised a little, "mommy or daddy, respectively." he was curious, he couldn't help it. "and what's that, you waiting for a second? that might take a while, most are drunk or at the library, i think."

#queenxspade [001]#queenxspade

mystxcmxn

Matty followed the other's gaze as he turned his head. There wasn't really anything that the other was looking at least that Matty could see. "you know you don't really have to say good bye," maybe it was unsolicited advice but it was all he ad to offer, "Taking this job isn't going to mean you can't do the things you loved before. There are 15 of us sure we will be busy but we can still have hobbies and stuff."

"Matteo" He spoke as he reached out to shake the other's hand with a smile as he looked at him. "So what do aren't you saying your bitter farewell to on this cliff?" Maybe too prying of a question but that was who Matteo was at his core.

crimehunted

"if you've lived on the island, that may be true, but those of us with lives back in the human world can't really bring that life with us, can we?" he had to leave his life behind, his work & his friends, the few reminders he had of his family. he wasn't sure yet if he could, though obviously he was trying to. or else he wouldn't be here.

his question caught him by surprise a little for he'd already ...shown him, hadn't he? "the moon. sun's rising, so only it's a matter of time." he'd have to do without its warmth for the day, though he was sure he'd be fine. "son of artemis. so uh, well, i guess i'm the only one who hears its whispers." he was connected to it, by birth & by choice when he decided that nature was his second home.

#matteofares [001]#matteofares

palioom

PEDRO PASCAL for MERGE MANSION

pedro-pedrito-pascalito

@something-tofightfor tim rockford stuck on my mind for days!!!

#( 𓃥 ) ⸻ ▸ V I S A G E || the joy of vengeance.❜ ☽

victorydriven

where : porch , the big house when : late afternoon featuring : open

⟣ ─ ˑ 🏆 ۫ dylan lounges on the porch , eyes half - lidded , watching the soft play of sunlight filtering through the trees in the horizon . bear , his fluffy puppy , wriggles beside him , tail thumping the floor as the little guy tries to wrangle a loose shoelace between his teeth . dylan chuckles , running a hand through his hair , the sound of the puppy ’ s soft growls and playful tugs filling the space . there ’ s a stillness in the air , the house and it ' s grounds almost oppressively silent .

“ you know , ” he starts , once someone finally deigns to show up . glancing down at bear as the puppy lets out a squeaky bark . “ i was starting to think it ' d be just me and bear living here , ” his body leans just a fraction closer , the warm scent of him mingling with the earthy air . “ i mean , what’s a guy gotta do around here to get a little company ? ” he asks , the question casual but there ' s a way to it . “ everyone on edge because of the new guy ? . . . i mean , i don ’ t bite , promise . " he adds with a grin that ’ s half invitation , half challenge. " unless you’re into that , of course . ”

crimehunted

another day on the island, another day in this house, another day as a chosen & another terrible morning.. or afternoon with his head throbbing a tune only he seemed able to hear. every step made it worse, but he couldn't spend all day on bed, so he grabbed a coffee & some toast with butter & made his way outside to get some vitamin d. he didn't expect to find a crowd out there, least of all a face he didn't know yet. what was it with everybody here owning dogs?

shielding his eyes from the initial onslaught of sunlight, he stepped out & closed the door behind him. "been a long night ...for most of us." all the nights were long, either due to clubbing, missions, training or… other side activites like the drinking games they'd been doing. voice a little horse from lack of use after sleeping, "though some just stay inside to read all day, so... it's whatever." a little shrug, the other's attitude didn't go amiss. "trust me, a week in the house and you're gonna beg for some alone time." with his eyes slowly adjusting, he sat down on the porch with the two, holding out his free hand to the dog first,

"hey little one, i'm ezrah, what's your name? can i rub your belly?"

#victorydriven [001]#victorydriven #ezrah x dylan

goldenbals

strike and ???

"alright, chomp, what you're not gonna do, is embarrass yourself in front of this guy, right here."

the belly-up bundle of curls rolled over when strike tapped its side, and it looked up at the newcomer, tongue lolling. a cool day on the beach, which meant strike was in a fleece and sleep pants. relaxed. easy. clearly still early.

"since you can't embarrass me. I'm unflappable. but you can sure make a fool of yourself."

strike pulled his hands away, freeing the dog to go running towards whoever was coming.

crimehunted

dress shoes had been undone & were carried by a pair of fingers of the same hand, socks stuffed into a pocket while ezrah took a little stroll along the beach. it was way too early for this, but he'd needed to get out. the light was not ideal for the hangover he woke with, but it was ... he'd had worse.

he didn't expect a dog to greet him, though, so when it did, he knelt in the sand to greet it proper. he'd always had a weakness for animals, which was explained partially by his heritage. "hey there, big boy. you out here all alone?" he'd caught sight of the demigod out here with him, but conversation could be struck regardless, right?

#tactiiical [001]#tactiiical #tactiiical; strike #ezrah x strike

hearthaid

Location: Home of the Chosen; Main living area Time: After 2am

"Just now getting home? Did you have fun or are you full of regret? Both?" Malik asked nonchalantly. He'd listened to the footsteps of the person entering the living room following the doors of the front entrance closing. Curious to who it was, who every one in this house was, he opted to ensnare them with the question whilst sprawled on his side on one of the couches in front of a coffee table. The thought to venture out himself that evening had crossed his mind but instead the latter chose mental peace over the static that'd been on and off in his head of late due to burgeoning power.

"---Taking into account your consent to answer truthfully or not at all, of course. Just making late night conversation with my new comrade." Malik's meticulous gaze remained fixated on the Solitaire rows of gold and black playing cards laid on the table, at the side was his glass of whiskey. Fingers playfully flicked through the remnants of the card deck in his hands as he hummed softly, contemplating. He placed down another selected card before finally glancing up to the other, mouth spreading into a cheshire grin.

crimehunted

feet shuffle to an unsteady halt in the space between doorway & main living area, hand extended in the hopes of finding something steady & steadfast - preferably a wall, rather than another person. wall was found, balance re-established for the time being, though he ducked when seemingly caught. felt like he was fourteen all over again & the sisters caught him sneaking out at night. he stumbled in after a short break, frowning a little at the second part of that little speech, though he was definitely too drunk to think much of it.

he stood there, shirt undone, tie loose & curls a wild mess. he surely looked like he had fun. "uhhhhh.... probably both by morning. no regrets right now, dear mysterious stranger." he hadn't seen them yet, so until he did, they might be whomever lived here. craning his neck only to be met with a smile he didn't know just yet, he slowly made his way around the couch to find a place to sit, buzzed & feeling equally ...well, playful. though on his way, he bumped into more objects than he remembered seeing in his path. "don't think we've met yet, i'm ezrah." wide grin, he flopped halfway into an arm chair, honestly just glad he didn't fall flat on his ass.

#queenxspade #queenxspade [001]#ezrah x malik

seasonalsentinel

Despite the evident changes throughout the last few weeks, Galahad hadn't really seen much of a reason not to just... Treat the day as any other. Birthday or not, he was far more inclined to time in the company of the woods than anything else. It was late evening by the time he made it back, which meant time to unwind and just... Relax. Crashing down in the hot springs, eyes closed and letting himself think.

Or, well, the closest thing to thinking he did, which more involved going over what had happened and piece things together in his own way. A hum in his throat, eyes closed, taking in what he could and mostly unaware of his surroundings.

with; open location; hot spring on the island

crimehunted

willing his body to take on different shapes & forms took a lot out of him, so he'd made it some sort of routine to come by the hot springs every few days at least to soak & let his body rest a bit. tense muscles were no match for the comforting heat of the hot springs. even after weeks, he didn't quite feel comfortable yet to leave clothes behind, so he strolled in in the same pair of red trunks he did the other day - even though that evening was a blur. silhouetted against the moon, his body dark & outline aglow with a halo of soft, silver light as he came into view.

he hadn't expected company, but welcomed it regardless - especially, because it was an unknown face. well, someone he hadn't officially met yet. announcing his presence with a little cough, a cleared throat to ensure he wasn't entirely unwelcome, he slid into the water not far - yet with enough distance to avoid the other. "not gonna be in your hair, promise."

#seasonalsentinel #seasonalsentinel [001]#ezrah x galahad #hi i hope it's okay i leaped on this #ez most likely has no idea about bday unless it was mentioned #in the house

mystxcmxn

There were a lot of people that where called that he had no idea about. Not by anyones fault but he just never reached out of his own little social circle and the people the he had grown up with on the island. Ezhra was one of the ones he knew next to nothing about so when they wanted some horses to train for mounted combat he chose to be the one to go and check it out for the other trainers. He understood the outside world was far different from the island. A lot less safety with strangers, too many people wanting to use you for their own needs and a lot more danger and crime. The island was slow and easy. This was the reason why Matteo didn't annonce him self as a approached he didn't think he needed too. So when the other turned and all but glared at him made him pause for a bit. "Came to see if there are any horse that could be used to teach some people to ride while holding spears. " His body relaxing as he spoke looking at the older male.

"is this place an invite only situation or did i just sneak up on you?"

crimehunted

horses? hmm. interesting. ezrah got the feeling he could help with that, but not yet. he'd use that chance to connect. or something along the lines of that. most of the chosen demigods were complete strangers to him & part of him was content leaving it at that, but that part of him that wanted this chase to end in their favor, knew he couldn't do this alone. not this time. as much as he wanted to.

the lone wolf had to group up. good thing he wasn't bound to just one animal, right? "you're fine. i was just... uh.." turning his head behind him towards the edge of the hill, bearing the moon in all its glory, "sayin' goodbye." the moon saved him when he had nothing left to live for. it caught him in its embrace & rocked him to sleep. "ezrah. don't think we had the pleasure yet." he stood, patting down his pants to wipe off dirt & extended a hand.

#matteofares [001]#matteofares

queenwraths

⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ nick raises an eyebrow, looking him over with a faint smirk as ezrah gets dressed , clearly unbothered by the situation . he notices the care ezrah takes with his clothes, and for a second , there's a flicker of respect in his eyes . he hadn’t expected a guy who could turn into a fox to be this . . . well , put together .

" so you ’ re all about the sharp look , hm ? " he asks casually , nodding at the neatness with which ezrah dresses . " suit ’ s looking sharp . " he looks up from the well-pressed clothes to meet ezrah ’ s eyes , offering a half-smile . " ezrah , huh ? i ’ m nick . " he pauses for a moment , then adds " hera ' s chosen . "

crimehunted

yes, well — ezrah didn't choose his parents. well, they hadn't chosen him either or else he wouldn't been abandoned upon birth, but alas... he didn't choose his powers, they'd chosen him. the moon had offered him solace when he was lost in the dark. he embraced it, lived by it & followed the path it led him on.

"sharp? i guess you can say that. been taught early on how important first impressions are." the sisters might've not been the best at raising children to live long & fulfilling lives, but he couldn't deny they taught him important lessons that got him far nonetheless. "thanks, nick. nice to meet you." that faint half-smile was reciprocated easily & ezrah patted his pockets, looking for — "ah." he found his wallet on the log & quickly slipped it inside his pocket. "artemis. in case the animal thing wasn't obvious enough."

he'd not assume, because he was quite sure some were completely new to the island & everything that came with it. hell, he'd been here sporadically over the past few years & still barely knew anything.

#queenwraths [001]#queenwraths

divinesons

I bet went unsaid, instead a sardonic slip of Conan's lips revealed the subtle mirth of the moment. He'd keep from mocking the other in the moment but when their paths inevitably crossed in these halls again he'd make a point of asking about illusory contemporaries in the other's bed.

"Conan." It was oddly nice to get to talk to someone who didn't just know his name from the ceremony. The spotlight didn't suit his candor and he'd felt eyes prickling at the back of his neck ever since he'd been chosen in place of the other sons of Zeus. His father liked to keep busy, Conan was still surprised it'd been him. He'd have offered Ezrah his hand but the man needed to keep dedicating his energy toward staying upright - even as he almost knocked himself out with the glass in his hand.

"You want some coffee or something, Ezrah?" Conan wasn't known for his charm, politeness could've gone out the window the moment the drunken man had come stumbling through his door so the Fates could count Conan's next words as character growth. "I can put a pot on."

crimehunted

truth be told, the ceremony was a big blur. ezrah hadn't meant to stay for it, though when his departure was delayed due to it, he thought he might as well see what the fuss was about. clearly, he hadn't expected to hear his own name called out during. so he might've met the other before, or saw him, though he'd like to think he'd remember a man of his ....well, like him. broad & strong, a clear enemy to the strict rules ezrah had bestowed upon himself. exceptions proved a rule, didn't they? surely he could make one... just this time & ogle that beast of a man. just for a moment. or…. longer. he couldn't exactly keep track.

"it's a pleasure meeting you, conan." he said so with a little bow, which - in hindsight, was a terrible idea, because he almost tumbled over forward & just barely managed to stop it. finding a surface to put his glass down on, of course only after milking it for its last drop, he had two hands to hold himself upright now. coffee sounded like the very last thing he wanted right now, happy to keep the good times rolling, but even in his current state.... he knew he should. "you know, uhhhh, maybe that's not a bad idea." gaze meeting the other demigod's & holding for a short moment, he brushed a hand through his curls & quickly wiped a hand across his nose. nervous trait he couldn't quite shake even when inebriated.

"uhhhh, you mind me sitting down somewhere? feeling a little..." he huffed out a laugh when his legs buckled after a step or two, sending him bumping into some drawer & table, he couldn't quite make out what it was, "light-headed."

#conanwright [001]#conanwright

orxngehues

Charlie didn't party that much. He hung out with his friends at the Hearth, maybe was convinced to go to an Academy party one or twice, but Charlie was a home body, and that was where the majority of his New Year's Eve was set, a nice bottle of champagne that Charlie easily knocked back half of, and the demigod was certainly tispy himself. Others had came and visited for a bit before going off to their parties or upstairs to the bigger get together on the roof and Charlie was planning to join them, before he saw the sweet grump himself coming down for a drink. Ezrah, they had met a few years ago and the more that the demigod had visited The Hearth, the closer they got and if Charlie was being honest, Ezrah was, by far, the closest he felt to in the house. As the older male leaned back into Charlie's chest, the demigod of the hearth's arm reached up, draping across the other's shoulders and dangling over the male's chest, his finger tips brush just the top of his abdomen, absent-mindedly. Looking down to the other, he couldn't help but smile, Ezrah was handsome, a bit lost in his way, Charlie doing his best to keep him on track. If anything, Charlie was really happy that Ezrah was chosen, there was always a part of Charlie that was afraid that whenever Ezrah left Ogygia that it would be last time he saw him, and Charlie really hoped Ezrah stayed this time. " Ready as I'll ever be," Charlie admitted, bring his...however many...glass of champagne to his lips, a long sip before leaning more into the couch, " I mean...this is our first New Year's together...I was wanting to spend it with you," He admitted, looking down at the other. " We could go up and spend it with the others, or I am perfectly happy staying right here with you in my arms." A small squeeze of his arm, " Are you ready for what the New Year will bring?" He asked softly.

crimehunted

proximity & human touch were both things ezrah didn't often allow himself to indulge in, least of all if their origin was ...male. too deep cut the many rules & reprimands taught to him all through his childhood & early adolescent years. too deep cut the fear. oh who? if only he knew. but one thing was for sure, the shame was real every time he gave in to wake up in a man's bed the next morning with only a faint idea as to how he got there. so when touch was offered so freely, no strings attached - seemingly no harm done, he .... took it all in. he reveled in it, sorrows & shame momentarily forgotten.

like a sponge.

charlie was kind, the only person on this island prior to being chosen ezrah bothered talking to on the regular. well, that & more. living at the hearth had opened that door for him. an open ear, a helping hand, a friend. possibly the only person in his life he still cared for. he caught him when he most needed it & he would never be able to repay him fully. though it seemed like the chosen of hestia wouldn't ask him to, either. how easily the young demigod's arms wrapped around him, envy didn't suit ezrah, but he couldn't help it sometimes. not tonight, though.

"with me? guess you're getting your wish, i'm not going anywhere." this island, he'd fought the grip it had on him ever since he first set foot on it, but maybe he'd gone about it all wrong. "stay." he didn't want to go anywhere. there were a few others across the room, a few had left for their rooms, but it didn't matter. he had everything he needed right here. leaning back against him & shifting his weight sideways a little, so he could lift a leg on top of charlie's thighs - right across his lap. possibly a taste of what was to come. "got a few sips for little old me?" his own glass had been abandoned, empty & sad a sight. "you mean going out there to fight monsters? guess i am. it's not too different from my work." little shrug.

"ughhhh, i still can't believe i'm here. at least you're with me." if he'd known nobody, he might've been long done. though he couldn't deny curiosity had him in its grip.

#hearthington [001]#hearthington

goldencrownss

@crimehunted wanted a club starter

It's a little later in the night when Valentine finally comes to claim that dance from Ezrah. Valentine's shirt had seemingly vanished and his pants were even slightly open but hugged tight around his slender waist. Sweat dripped down his defined muscled chest slightly as moved though the crowd to find where the older man had been lingering off nursing his drink. It was moments like that left little doubt of Valentine's true parentage. Every movement he made seemed seductive and sensual- a performance of sex even as his hand simply reached out and curled a finger into Ezrah's belt loop, walking them backwards towards the dancing crowd.

Valentine's head tilted back as those dark curls bounced with every step. The music flowed around them in moments and Valentine seemed to match it as he slid his hand up the older man's chest- the touch just as sensual as the rest of his movements, his body brushing against the others as he rocked to the music.

That hand moved further and further up to cup the older man's neck as the other hand moved down to take Ezrah's and rather helpfully placed it onto his bare body, a silent request to explore wherever he wanted as the world fell into pulsating den of depravity.

"Allez, mon joli loup gris. Prends ce que tu veux" The words dripped from the frenchman's curved, playful lips, the words dancing over at the other before they're swept away in the music.

crimehunted

when he came back to the island earlier that day, he didn't expect to spend the night in a club. or any night really. he was more the rundown bar kind-of-guy. easy life as a cop with a badge, waltz in, drink till sunrise, scramble back to work smelling like smoke, piss & cheap beer. this was an entirely new experience, though the result would most likely remain the same. get drunk, pass out, start anew. while the others did whatever they did in night clubs, ezrah had placed himself at the bar, exploring the fine selection of different cocktails, beers & ..mixed beers. to think of beer with a fruity note ...blasphemy.

truly, he never expected to involved in anything; happy to stand on the sidelines while he chased his own goals & dreams, so he thought once the younglings all got to dancing alone, with each other or ...with others, he'd be left to his own devices to drink as he pleased. permanently. well, he got to drink freely, had already tugged loose his tie & opened a few buttons of his shirt (revealing ...an undershirt), hands had messed up his hair a little & his eyes had that gentle glossy glow to them that never failed to prove the prude catholic had left the building. apparently though, he was not going to be left alone, because he felt valentine prowling his way before he even saw him & felt his heart skip a few beats when their eyes met.

sloppy grin on plump lips, he almost squealed a little hiii at him before being dragged off towards the dancefloor. if there even was a designated dance floor. touch-starved as per usual, a simple touch like a palm against his chest was enough to almost send him reeling, though he just let out a little gasp instead that experienced a second wind when a very underdressed demigod of love placed ezrah's hand against his bare chest. he didn't need to know french to get it, fingers picking up that thin layer of sweat as they trailed up towards valentine's neck, little more pressure when that hand roamed his shoulder, though it turned & cupped his pretty face instead. thumb against his bottom lip & pressing down on it a little as ezrah brought his forehead against valentine's while letting the beat... or the music guide his body.

would it be pretty? surely not. but an effort was made.

#inamoratoing [003]#inamoratoing #ezrah x valentine

ichabodsam

samael nodded. that made some sort of sense, certainties and him didn't often walk hand in hand though. and to be fair, neither did they seem for ezrah, he wasn't going to blow that house of cards or whatever it was for him.

he appreciated the careful distance, even if he felt somehow that ezrah wanted closer. perhaps he was thinking? the voices couldn't agree, they urged him to inch closer, smell him. that was... distracting.

"i am not catholic," he responded, eyes roaming, "i can do it in a catholic way, i suppose, with a little research." looking miserable and religious though, that he had covered. "misery shouldn't be so closely tied to religion, for either of us." not that anything could be done now, the damage was set in stone for him, and probably for the older man as well.

"you often think about dying, ezrah?" he questions, letting them drift closer, naturally. watching for his reaction. probably nothing, being chosen couldn't have made him that much worse, right?

"then probably neither was i." he shrugged, "yet we are, and i do hope there is more to it than booze." he didn't know what the others were doing, but he also didn't want ezrah to know how much wine there was to get from his room. "i can tell you have deeper worries than that, it is usually the case." people seeked intoxication for a reason after all, and samael was oh so very intimately aware of it.

crimehunted

"i'm aware. wasn't looking for the real thing, i'm just shittin' you." did he want to die with a prayer on his lips? doubtful. he wanted to bring as much distance between him & the endless sermons he grew up with as possible. did it hold some sort of familiar safety? maybe. but it didn't matter. he'd been running from god his past for so long, he saw now way to turn back now. "oh please, it's all there is to it." when his so-called religion forbid him to live & love how he wanted to, could it be anything other than misery? christians, he assumed, had an easier time with it. probably. not that it mattered much, i had it worse than you & all that nonsense wouldn't really get anybody anywhere ever.

you often think about dying?

was he suicidal? unfortunately not in the slightest. for the longest time he thought he would be, thought that his loss could only result in one thing: his own death. but he was too stubborn to drop a chase in the midst of it, no matter how exhausting it turned out to be. as a kid, he might've been, perhaps. although, doubtful. he'd gone through life trusting it'd get better if he just kept walking. it did, for a long time. now? fuck if he knew. little busy in thought, he only noticed samael scooting closer when lips parted for a semi sophisticated response, "sometimes, perhaps." another swig of his little flask, followed by a quiet hiss, his jugular pulsing as he tensed for a moment. the best stuff tasted the worst at first, but he loved it.

"don't get the straitjacket out just yet. i'm not wanting to die. but i'm not gonna shed a tear when it happens." some may say his behavior was …self-destructive. he didn't think so. glancing to his side where the other sat, eyes roaming up his body until their eyes met. did he ...lean in closer against the younger demigod? he couldn't tell right now.

"you seem to be doing quite fine here." befriending everybody, getting involved, samael definitely was a better fit. ezrah was a danger to himself at best, a danger to the others on less optimal occasions. "more than this fine-blend moonshine an elf or a fairy probably pissed in? ah, i'm not so sure about that. they got some pretty old bottles around." he wasn't a connoisseur at all, but he knew his booze. kind of. he knew how quick it shut the lights off, that was all he needed to know.

"worries, me? i don't worry. you know what they say, don't worry and beee happy~~" little sing-song on the end there, little grin pulled on his lips when their shoulders bumped together, a minuscule of his weight resting against samael's body at that point. yeah, his flask must be kicking in, because he felt that all to familiar lightness in his every breath already. quick. though he wouldn't complain. "what's it to you, sam? why worry - if you even do and this isn't some fake display of concern to calm your conscience, about little old me? there's nothing in it for you." ezrah, who spent his life serving & protecting the people around him, had lost his way a long time ago, so the sheer idea someone else could do something out of the good of their heart seemed almost unbelievable. this whole good samaritan thing he got going, which included keeping his distance (usually) & refusing to share his wine, what was it for?

#ichabodsam [001]#ichabodsam #i swear im not trying to make these so LONG #nghhhh

queenwraths

where : the big house when : new year ' s party featuring : @crimehunted

⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ the party had bled into the edges of dawn , its reckless rhythm softening into something slower , more fragile . nick leaned against the balcony railing , holding a cigarette and staring out at the faint streaks of pink and gold creeping across the horizon . the sky felt too close , the air too sharp , and the static under his skin had soured into a restless ache . he swirled the last inch of gin in his glass , but even that tasted wrong now , the burn doing nothing to ground him .

he almost didn’t hear ezrah approach — quiet footsteps , a presence that didn’t really demand attention but still filled the space . nick glanced over his shoulder , catching the faint silhouette of the older man framed by the soft , growing light . " should’ve guessed you’d end up out here , " nick said , his voice rougher than he meant it to be . he turned back to the skyline , his smirk faint and tired . “ can’t imagine the mess in there ’ s your scene . ”

crimehunted

on to another year of drifting by.

he'd not exactly felt like celebrating, but when did he ever? how could he ever? but a chance to show himself & indulge in heavy drinking in a single night? how could he withstand? he... didn't remember all that much of the night prior, he remembered introducing himself to cas, heading up to valentine's room, lured in by the promise of wine & good company & he remembered charlie catching him when he crashed ... as per usual. but everything after the bells tolled ...was gone. he woke on the couch in the living room, his vision a blur, his head pouding & everything was spinning. he shouldn't mix when he drank, yet he always did. first instinct had been to crawl up into his bed, but when he moved to stand up, something else entire pushed itself in front of all his current needs & ezrah barely made it outside in time to hurl. the light was fucking blinding.

when he pushed himself to his feet again, wiping a sleeve across his mouth, squinting to try & ease the impact the light had on his eyes & definitely his brain if the massive headache was anything to go by. "not.. a lot of options. smell inside's ... not good." voice strained, slow..almost thoughtful like he had to search the right words. "i've seen worse. much worse. in my line of work, you see a lotta shit. what about you? early bird or what?"

#queenwraths #queenwraths [002]#ezrah x nick #i.... continue to be sorry about the rambles

ichabodsam

ezrah... samael kept his distance mostly. he didn't know what effect being around him would have on the other. some people could indulge, could sip and get wasted and throw up the next morning and then walk away. ezrah was the type that came searching for more.

samael had perhaps once made people's vices better, these days he could only make it worse. some distance then was the best to keep him safe, or well, avoid feeling responsible for whatever he did next.

"we are the good guys?" he questions, frown deepening as he takes another swig of the wine. "seems like a quick conclusion." he motioned around with his hand, "for the whole thing."

the last part, he could agree, though he had no intention of dying. no deep wish to avoid it any cost, but no desire for it either. at least, not now. it would be nice to do it with good company, even if death itself was a lonely thing.

"okay." he said with practiced ease, "christian rites? or greek?" it would not be the first time, he had assumed the last was behind and not ahead though. he hoped none of them died on him. he really hoped no one died on him again.

"i can't say that." he told him, honesty in his voice, as much as he thought of ezrah and the shortcomings he could pile onto he didn't wish him to feel judged. "i don't know what we are supposed to do, what they have called us for. or why us," he sighs, "you may as well be the best fit. it may do you good too." he hopes it does, at least.

crimehunted

ezrah would like to think he hadn't always been like this; an empty glass that never quite seemed to remain full. he liked to think that before the incident, he'd been pretty happy. had it been his dream life? definitely not, but he'd had a great partner, kids, a good job that made him feel a little less like he was merely a waste of space in the world. what more could you wish for, right?

then again, he knew that researches always said that obessive & addictive behavior was genetically inherited, so maybe that was why he'd never quite felt satisfaction when reaching milestones other would've celebrated. it wasn't like they didn't make him happy, but ... it was never quite enough. not for long. the only reason he didn't spend twenty-four hours at the station was regulations - not even his family, because while he'd loved them beyond compare, work... had always had the stronger grip on him. yes, they argued about him being a literal workaholic frequently & then came the alcohol, how light & free he felt when sobriety was but a mere thought of the past.

& he couldn't get enough of it.

"better than whatever else is out there." good guys didn't tear innocent people apart. "everything else? beats me." he said with a shrug, flopping down next to the other, though keeping respectful distance, mostly because samael tended to act like ezrah would latch onto him if they ever were to touch or something. patting his jacket, across the pockets & then with a grunt down to his trousers, he sighed softly when he found the flask he was looking for. he was not on the clock, so... quick few gulps before he screwed it shut again. sure, he couldn't help wonder about samael's wine, but he'd long since given up ever tasting it. it probably wasn't that good anyway.

"i guess christian will do. suppose you don't go pretending to be catholic for a fee. it's the same you're normally doing, just gotta look more constipated when you do." hah. the siters would be turning in their graves right about now, hearing him speak. “you know? like you're forced to watch my little pony every single day for the rest of your life.” although... they probably never stopped turning anymore these days. he'd strayed so far from the man they raised him to be. for good or worse? he didn't know.

"oh c'mon, we both know it. i'm not afraid to say it. i was never meant to be here." he was meant to be home with his family, but alas.. "do me good?" even in his current state, he knew what that meant & it was a valid assumption. "do me good? for sure. did you know someone's making their own whiskey? there's an endless supply of bottles in the house. like winning the lottery."

#ichabodsam [001]#ichabodsam #*rambles away*#addiction tw

wixcrafting

for: @crimehunted location: the big house, new year's party.

for the first part of the night, casimiro resigned himself to the comforts of his room. the sound proof walls made it nearly impossible to hear what was going on behind his closed door and part of him liked it that way. partying wasn't necessarily his thing. he enjoyed the quiet, he enjoyed his studies, he enjoyed what he made of his life. there was just a nagging feeling of missing out that left something inside of him aching, yearning to be part of it.

he didn't like that. so, he did something about it.

he has a drink in hand and some warm liquid in the pit of his belly as he makes his way through his new, large home. he didn't realize how many people could fit inside the big house but seeing so many people was somewhat astounding. he grins, walking over to the nearest chosen demigod he can find, plucking a drink off a tray and handing it to him. "if i have to enjoy myself, so do you." he lifts his shot glass. "to a year of being chosen and seeing what that makes of us."

crimehunted

ezrah wasn't a party person per se, but he was very much a getting free drinks at a party person who would suffer through having to at least try being social for the duration. being the introvert ezrah had been born to be, that tended to fail until he got at least a few drinks down. he'd passed a few drinks about twenty-five minutes ago & was enjoying a light ...wave of it's all good, just chill when a young demigod approached him. buzz or not, this house was ....way too full, but with his current mindset it was somewhat bearable. a few more drinks & he'd float across the room. mentally.

one of those drinks had just found its way to him, just like that. it was accepted of course & he shot the other a little sideways smile (or was it a grin? not easy to say) at his words. "you know what? sounds like a sound deduction to me." he pushed into the toast, glasses clanking, "to... what you said, yeah. i would've said to being chosen and not dying on our first mission, but yours is better ... for sure, given that's still pending." not that he thought they'd die this quickly. hopefully not. downing the shot, he was wavering a little, potentially falling off the chair... no, no, he was fine. minor inebriation causing balance issues, he was good.

"soooo, you don't wanna be here? at the party, i mean. nooooot a party person?" yes, he dragged that o out longer than necessary. at this point, he couldn't help it. he was grinning, too. maybe he'd had more drinks than he remembered. he grabbed a glass off another tray close by, sipping it almost happily.

#wixcrafting [001]#wixcrafting #ezrah x casimiro #good god idk where the week went #sorry this took forever #ty for the starter

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