der advokat / kua hale.

SOME THINGS YOU'LL DO FOR MONEY AND SOME YOU'LL DO FOR FUN. BUT THE THINGS YOU DO FOR LOVE, ARE GONNA COME BACK ONE BY ONE. // KUA HALE. INDEPENDENT OC WRITTEN BY AYLIN. SIDEBLOG TO ASYNJJA. 18+ / NSFW.

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Keanu Reeves’ filmography: John Wick (2014)

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romxna.

in the situation they found themselves in, his vision for what the weekend should have been, sounded marvelous. warm beds and cozy bathtubs were something the drab motel didn’t have to offer, but she was never one to complain. she always looked at the bigger picture, finding something good the situation had to offer. it may not have been much, but it still meant they were together. they were safe and somewhat warm, rather than stuck in the elements of the storm. nothing else mattered. 

“even if this isn’t what you had in mind, we’re safe. we’re not stuck out in the storm anymore, which is all i could ask for.” while they could have risked the drive to make it to the cabin on time, the snow would have eventually made them stop. they could have ended up stranded on the side of the road, stuck inside of a cold car. “we have time to go to the cabin. this isn’t the only weekend we have to be together.” however, as she said the words, she found herself uncertain of the truth behind. they had found their way back into each others lives, but there was no set path for the future. reconciling their love for one another had only been brought up in passing conversations. the two couldn’t be considered a couple anymore, even if the weekend away could have been the start. 

his words, however, made her heart beat hard inside her chest. this was a moment she only found herself dreaming of, wishing one day it’d come true, and it did. hazel eyes gazed into his, showing the amount of love she held beneath. “i’d like to try again too.” words were soft as she leaned her cheek into his touch, happy to have such closeness. “we can take it as slow as we need to. i just.. want to be with you. i don’t want to be without you again.” despite having agreed to the break up, being without him tore her heart in two. it was easier to hide as time went on, but it had never fully healed until in that moment. “i think i’ve caught your heart more than you’d like to admit.” a soft laugh escaped her lips as her hand came to rest upon his chest, fingertips dancing across the fabric of his shirt. 

                             ❛ &. ┊     Perhaps  was  the  laugh  coming  from  the  back  of  her  throat  just  what  he  had  needed;  some  sort  of  simplicity  that  could  outweigh  the  weight  upon  his  shoulders.  It  really  wasn’t  how  he  had  imagined  it  to  be,  how  he’d  imagined  the  reconcilement,  but  the  fingertips  pressing  lightly  against  the  heartbeat  hiding  underneath  silken  cotton  and  her  breath  tumbling  slowly,  softly,  across  amusement-parted  lips  sufficed  to  persuade  a  hand  to  pull  her  face  a  little  closer.  He’d  never  been  quite  much  of  a  talker  outside  the  court.  Knowledgeable  how  to  get  his  point  across,  surely,  knowledgeable  also  how  to  manipulate  the  opponent  into  giving  him  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  but…  he  didn’t  think  any  further  words  to  be  necessary.  Not  here,  not  now,  and  certainly  not  with  walnut-coloured  eyes  dropping  onto  the  curve  of  her  lips.  

The  kiss  came  sudden,  quite  unexpected.  But  for  the  briefest  of  moments  vanished  all  doubt  that  none  of  this  would  work  out  and  he  found  a  sense  of  rightness  in  the  way  teeth  dug  into  a  lower  lip.  Could  almost  taste  irresolution  melt  away  as  hand  dropped  from  her  cheek  to  the  side  of  her  waist.  He  wanted  to  pull  her  on  his  lap,  wanted  to  feel  her  pressed  against  his  frame  –  and  part  of  him  didn’t  feel  motivated  enough  to  resist  the  pull.  But  broke  the  kiss  apart  regardless,  lungs  left  breathless  and  fingertips  itching  to  feel  skin  on  skin.  To  be  whole  again,  once  more  after  feeling  so  empty  for  months,  years.  Part  of  him  would  say  decades.  The  only  time  he  truly  felt  complete  was  in  the  arms  of  a  lover  that  he’d  forcefully  expelled  from  his  thoughts.

“  My  phone—  ”  an  incomplete  apology  as  long  digits  rummaged  around  to  find  the  cause  for  the  separation;  a  vibrating  cellphone  announcing  several  text  messages  sent  in  a  desperate  haste.  He  didn’t  think  too  much  about  it,  gave  Romana  the  small  semblance  of  a  grin  –  a  non-verbal  promise  that  he’d  go  further  if  she  so  wanted,  that  he’d  make  her  forget  about  the  shabby  surroundings.  But  the  grin  faded  the  moment  a  picture  popped  up  on  screen.  On  it,  the  unmistakeable  shape  of  a  pregnancy  test.  

                                                         And  it  was  positive.

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@romxna. cont.

hazel eyes focused on his face, watching the features of his expression. her admission could change things completely, a thought she struggled with before the words ever left her lips. after what happened between them, the way they ended, she was scared he wouldn’t want anything more. maybe their time had passed, though his words caught her attention, causing her heart to flutter with hope. it was all she ever wanted. she longed for the moment she could have him back, rekindling the love she was sure they both still held for one another. “i know we can’t pick it up from where we left off, but i’m willing to try anything. we can start completely new and move as slowly as we need to.” admittedly, that wasn’t the option she wanted. she wanted to have the moments they used to share, wrapped up in one another’s arms, holding their bodies close to one another. she missed having her head against his chest and his arms wrapped firm around her. “however we do this, i want it to end with us together. i want it to end the way it should have the first time around. i love you far too much to ever give up what we had.”

                             ❛ &. ┊     Neither  did  it  sound  entirely  doable  to  him;  to  forget.  To  act  as  if  the  words  that  he’d  never  spoken,  the  explanations  he’d  never  given,  and  the  dreams  he’d  had,  didn’t  matter  from  the  beginning  on  –  in  hindsight,  perhaps  he  should  have  viewed  all  of  it  from  an  entirely  rational  lens.  She’d  been  a  wonderful  girlfriend,  patient,  forgiving.  Part  of  him  believed  she  could  once  perhaps  be  an  equally  as  wonderful  mother.  And  that’s  what  he  ultimately  wanted,  wasn’t  it?  To  have  another  family  of  his  own,  to  make  it  right  this  time?  He  had  been  so  terribly  young  when  he  first  married,  had  done  it  mostly  out  of  necessity.  Out  of  love,  also,  but  perhaps  out  of  love  for  the  unborn  child.  And  the  home  had  crumbled  as  quickly  as  he’d  built  it;  the  lie  of  a  happy  marriage  held  up  to  give  the  children  a  loving  environment.  Madeleine  had  loved  him  also,  in  the  same  desperate  way.  It  hadn’t  kept  him  from  further  dwelling  on  his  infidelity.  How  high  were  the  chances  that  the  past  would  repeat  itself?  With  Romana  he’d  broken  up  before  he  could  make  the  same  mistake  again  –  if  it  even  were  a  mistake,  felt  much  more  like  a  deliberate  desire.  Jaw  tensed.  It  should  have.  Made  it  sound  so  easy,  didn’t  it?  Pull  yourself  together  and  play  along.  “  So  are  we  going  on  a  date  and…  getting  to  know  eachother?  ”  A  ridiculous  idea  –  or  was  it?

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xxloneblackwolfxx.

“Says me y’know the guy  who is currently talkin’ t’you while also tryin’ t’serve drinks at the same time. But like I said before I  can’t give you a alcoholic drink until ya have given me some form of ID to prove to me that ya are indeed  over the age of 21. We do have a wide selection of non alcoholic beverages  at this bar and I would recommend y’tryin’ the fizzy apple juice. I’ve heard from my nine year old son that it is quite… refreshin’.” He says sweetly as he points over to his son who was currently in the MIDDLE of drinking a glass of fizzy apple juice while being looked after by his Uncle Lupin. He secretly found it funny that he was recommending his son’s favorite drink to someone who was twice his age.  “I have to say ya do look oddly… like my boyfriend Kua. Are ya one of his… relatives?”

                                   ❛ &. ┊     By  god,  the  last  he  needs  at  the  moment  is  to  be  reminded  of  familial  matters;  a  grimace  distorts  juvenile  features,  replacing  the  frown  that  almost  immediately  follows  the  bartender’s  suggestion.  To  be  pushed  into  the  same  category  as  a  child,  however  sweet  the  kid  is,  is  insult  enough  –  to  bring  up  Kua  Hale?  Completely  unnecessary.  “  Both  of  us  know  that  if  you’re  not  giving  me  a  beer,  then  I’ll  be  finding  someone  else  who  buys  me  one.  ”  Thumb  points  in  the  direction  of  a  man  perhaps  a  few  years  older,  certainly  not  his  type  –  isn’t  sure  whether  men  in  general  are  his  type,  but  he’s  inherited  his  mother’s  French  charm.  That  he  deliberately  ignores  the  question  that  resulted  in  his  grimacing  is  evident.  “  Don’t  you  think  it’d  be  more  responsible  if  you  just  sold  me  a  drink  than  to  leave  me  trading  favours  for  a  pint?  ”

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xxloneblackwolfxx.

OPEN STARTER

“Ain’t ya a bit young to be drinkin’ on y’own?”

                                    ❛ &. ┊     “  Says  who?  ”  The  law,  he’s  quite  sure  --  but  stubbornness  prevails  and  even  more  so  when  he’s  surpassed  the  age  limit  by  two  years  in  his  home  country;  tongue  drips  of  Marseillan  accent,  that  he’s  a  tourist  is  rather  obvious.  That  his  holiday  isn’t  quite  going  as  he’s  hoped,  is  also.  “  Unless  you’re  a  cop,  there’s  no  need  to  pull  out  my  ID.  ”

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xxloneblackwolfxx.

Crimson red eyes find it difficult not to focus on the older man’s bulge pressed against his legs, figure leans forward to grind up against it, actions DISRUPTED when his teeth scrape across his jaw.  He enjoys what they are doing more than he would like to admit and he couldn’t stop the grin spreading playfully across slowly parting lips. It had been almost a year since he was last intimate with another man. “I don’ think about her when m’with my son or when m’in the bathroom. Maybe now wasn’t a good time to bring Moa up when we were jus’ gettin’ intimate. I want ya to know that she is like a second mother to me. She’s a lot better than my own mother ever was. ” A admission that comes slightly reluctant, lips searching for any piece of skin he could dig his fangs into an attempt to make him fully drop his guard. He fumbles with Kua’s belt, palming him hungrily through his jeans, he wants him to be inside him, to make him forget everything –– and he leans forwards to press another kiss to his lips. “No he doesn’t and why should he. He never tells me who is sleepin’ with. But I think he knows somethin’ is goin’ on between us. He is a very observant man. Though  I actually couldn’t care less if he doesn’t approve of our relationship. Can we continue this in my… bedroom? I don’t want my son walkin’ in on us.”

                                    ❛ &. ┊     God  knows  how  Moa  keeps  up  with  his  talkative  mouth,  he  talks  and  talks  and  talks  --  and  Kua  Hale  is  not  particularly  known  to  be  a  patient  man.  A  growl  thunders  in  the  back  of  a  throat  when  palm  is  pressed  against  his  clothed  member,  hips  eager  to  buckle  into  the  touch  but  not  quite  as  eager  as  the  hand  that  finds  another  man’s  throat,  presses  him  momentarily  against  the  nearest  wall  to  interrupt  the  seemingly  endless  outpour  of  words.  He  wants  him,  wants  to  leave  his  marks  on  him,  and  breath  is  hot  when  mouth  ghost  just  inches  above  Morgan’s  ear  after  the  rough  collision.  “  Let’s  not  talk  about  either  Moa  or  your  father.  ”  An  order,  not  quite  just  an  invitation  --  yet  follow  hands  the  werewolf’s  request  regardless  and  usher  figure  into  the  safe  walls  of  a  bedroom.  Door  is  kicked  shut  with  a  foot,  hands  preoccupied  in  attempting  to  rid  himself  and  the  other  off  all  remaining  fabric,  until  Morgan’s  frame  is  pushed  back  onto  the  mattress  and  hot  mouth  travels  southwards  from  collarbones  on...

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ncnducor.

oh—- a sheepish smile, an earnest one this time, a faint flush accompanying it, colouring her cheeks in soft hues. ‘ right ’ she manages, half stammers, looking everywhere but at him ‘ I–I—- you mentioned before, didn’ t you? ’ stating that much doesn’t help, only makes her feel worse. fuck. she treasures all that he tells her, all that is personal and raw, knows that he wouldn’t share most of it with just anyone, likes to tell herself that this is a sign that it means something, that this is something, even if it’s nothing serious. ‘ I’m—- ’ heat radiates off of her cheeks, she can feel it, knows that he can see it, can no doubt feel it too. kassandra of sparta, mighty misthios king and beast slayer doesn’t blush easily. kuahale just got fortunate enough to witness it. ‘ god !’ for a brief moment features are buried in the palms of her hands, a display of the fact that she would vanish right now, if she could. one could think that after the years she had had wandering this earth, she’d be a little more elaborate whenever words came into play. she’d always been a woman of actions, rather than words. 

‘ can we pretend I did not just do that? ’ she questions, a soft hue still on her cheeks as he leads her down the street, his fingers lingering in his ( she finds she quite likes that ). she regards him curiously once he does let go, can’t help but laugh over her own ridiculousness. something warm and comfortable settling into her chest. happiness, she’d realize, were she to ponder over it, but that would mean needing to admit that kua made her happy and needing to decide what it all meant—- 

she follows him inside, his comment still lingering in her ears, when she’s realizing she hasn’t answered him yet. the smile on her lips turns cocky, smug ‘ maybe—- ’ she states ‘ but maybe I don’t care, when it doesn’t come from you. ’

                                    ❛ &. ┊     In  truth,  heart  is  already  far  too  attached  to  the  woman  whose  fingertips  feel  so  perfectly  fit  in  his  --  but  he  knows  his  record,  known  his  own  fallibility.  To  keep  whatever  spark  has  been  lit  between  two  completely  different  figures  without  labels  and  without  rules,  frees  his  shoulder  of  unbearable  weight.  He  lets  her  down,  if  not  now  then  another  time  and  perhaps  he  already  has.  But  in  this  moment,  where  cheeks  flush  pink,  feels  he  pride  in  the  capability  of  making  her  happy;  the  wonderful,  unbeatable  Kassandra  of  Sparta,  grinning  like  an  infatuated  teenager  at  his  humble  compliment.  He  could  get  used  to  it  --  perhaps  permanently,  but  that  thought  is  brushed  aside  as  quickly  as  it  has  come.  

The  stroll  is  interrupted  if  ever  so  gently  when  fingertips  escape  her  palms  and  wrap  around  the  sides  of  her  waist  instead.  He  pulls  her  close  until  proximity  is  reduced  to  the  bare  minimum  and  lungs  fill  with  the  soft  scent  of  her  perfume.  Lips  hover  just  inches  above  her  mouth,  almost  contemplating  whether  it’s  worth  the  publicity.  But  he’s  got  nothing  to  lose  --  and  it’s  an  oddly  satisfactory  emotion  that  floods  through  veins  when  he  imagines  to  make  it  all  public.  Even  more  public  than  the  holding  of  hands  could  ever  make  it  be.  One  hand  rises,  thumb  brushing  along  the  length  of  her  arm  until  palm  settles  against  the  back  of  her  neck  and  he  pulls  her  even  closer.  Slower,  gradually  --  deliberately.  But  lips  don’t  find  hers  yet.  He’s  trained  himself  in  patience.

                                   ❛ &. ┊     “  The  last  time  your  cheeks  were  that  colour,  my  head  was  between  your  thighs.  Can’t  say  which  version  I  like  better.  ”  It’s  breathed  against  a  lower  lip,  sticky  like  honey  and  comparably  sweet  --  but  alone  the  memory  of  it  is  capable  of  darkening  the  hazel  colour  of  his  eyes.  A  grin  then  and  he  urges  figures  to  break  apart;  he  likes  it,  the  way  she  makes  him  feel.  Like  he’s  completely  in  control...  and  then  not  at  all.  Hand  finds  hers  again  as  feet  lead  both  towards  their  destination.  He  still  chuckles,  a  wonderful  sight.  Hasn’t  felt  half  as  alive  in  years.  “  You  must  like  me  terribly  much  then,  hm?  ”  A  rhetorical  question  meant  to  egg  her  on,  though  part  of  him  would  like  to  hear  it  verbatim.

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xxaustralianwerewolfxx.

Now, a split second in which his accusations were uttered he could forgive––– though the increase in agitation that pushed forward from the depths of his throat, the aggravating hatred glinting in his dark brown eyes caused his defenses to immediately go up. Shoulders pushed back, back straightened, honey brown eyes had absentmindedly attempted to trace patterns into the table cloth snapped back to the man laughably trying to intimidate him. The corners of his LIPS curled upward revealing a glimpse of unnaturally sharp teeth ––– though not into a smile. 

He could not remember meeting a man ( in the past ten years ) who was more irritating than his son Lupin apart from the demon who had decided to drain him off his blood before pumping it’s own cursed blood back into his veins. Focus SHIFTS away from his own thoughts back onto the conversation that had  THANKFULLY  came to a halt. Gaze drops down onto  his gold Celtic embossed engagement ring, it’s golden surface reflecting the orange sunlight light coming through the nearby window. He had forgotten he had decided to put it on before leaving his house to meet Moa at the posh Chinese restaurant. He found it rather ironic that the man sitting in front of him was also wearing a ring that was also given to him by a former lover. 

“He gets it from me. I can talk someone’s  EAR off when m’in a good mood. Moa can vouch for me on that.  But if ya think us wolves are so bloody primitive why th’heck are y’datin me son, Morgan. I thought ya would go for a fox instead like me son Lupin. He is more right up your street than Morgan is. What with how ARROGANT  y’both can be.  ” The toxicity of his words is unnecessary, but he loathes the way the other man hits the right buttons. Another mouthful of whiskey vanishes into the depths of his stomach and then he hears his next words. 

What happens next is a reaction that burns itself into a mind like a hot branding forever to be remembered, a ball of fire flies threw the air, missing Kua’s body by inches and slams into the wall behind Kua’s head. He leans forwards, hands firmly wrapping round his throat and slams his body into the still burning wall. “Ya maybe her husband but that doesn’t give ya the right to try an’ ruin the relationship I have with Moa.” There is a threat in the roaring sound of his voice, reverberating around the restaurant turning into a deafening scream.  His eyes start to glow a unnatural shade of red as he allows his demon side to come through. “I wanna use my chaos magic  to rip ya to pieces but I also don’t want to break Moa’s heart. Ya should leave while y’still can, lover boy.”

                                ❛ &. ┊     Nothing  quite  might  be  capable  of  explaining  the  amusement  that  ghosts  across  his  features  like  an  unsettling  harbinger  of  trouble  when  the  plastering  of  a  wall  briefly  catches  fire  and  then  smoulders  against  the  dim  gold  of  his  skin.  Back  collides  with  a  construction  with  such  sharp  collision  that  the  sound  of  his  head  hitting  a  hard  surface  outweighs  the  mayhem  that  erupts  in  spates.  Ruin.  A  coarse  laugh  in  the  back  of  his  throat,  suffocated  by  the  tight  grasp  around  a  neck.  But  what  ruined  the  moment  wasn’t  his  skilfully  presented  talent  of  provocation,  was  it?  Noah’s  quite  capable  of  doing  it  himself,  far  too  blinded  by  his  own  rage  to  see  his  girlfriend’s  jaw  tighten  in  the  background.

Are  you  happy  now,  Kua?  Voice  rings  in  the  inside  of  his  skull  clear  as  ever,  eyes  not  tearing  off  the  demonic  countenance  that  hovers  just  inches  from  his  face  --  but  they  don’t  need  to,  not  to  sense  her  getting  up  on  her  feet.  He  just  grins,  teeth  reddened  by  the  blood  that  an  explosive  collision  pressed  out  of  his  insides.  Very  happy,  indeed.

“  Restrain  yourself,  Noah.  I  am  still  the  strongest  of  the  three  of  us.  ”  But  you  did  have  to  push  him,  didn’t  you?  Hazel  eyes  flicker  to  the  side  to  meet  charcoal  ones  as  she  speaks,  slender  fingertips  lightly  wrapping  around  a  forcefully  strained  wrist  and  withdrawing  it  from  the  lawyer’s  throat  as  though  it  meant  nothing.  Was  nothing.  “  Making  me  sad  is  your  least  concern  --  embarrassing  me  is  all  the  more  dangerous.  ”

                                ❛ &. ┊     A  cough  comes  out  of  the  depths  of  his  lungs  when  Kua  Hale  is  set  free.  Hands  glide  over  the  suit  to  adjust  the  fabric’s  awfully  hideous  wrinkles  and  wipe  away  the  crimson  stain  from  his  lips.  His  injuries  will  heal,  eventually  --  the  insult  that  he  takes  might  take  much  longer  to  become  redundant.  “  At  least  you’re  already  willing  to  kill  for  her.  ”  His  voice  lacks  the  smugness  of  before  but  is  it  clear  regardless,  almost  nonchalant,  “  But  don’t  think  you  impress  me  much,  Noah  Delmont.  It  takes  a  monster  to  make  her  stay.  ”

[dixy]

Person in crowd: You’re breathtaking! Keanu: *laughs* You’re breathtaking! You’re all breathtaking!

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xxaustralianwerewolfxx.

The moments he spent with Moa were undoubtedly some of his favorite ones as she could always guarantee to put a smile on his face even on the nights where he had to stand in the pouring rain to watch people he suspected to be Supernatural creatures. He had found a liking to her more than he wanted to admit. He just hadn’t anticipated that their quiet night at a fancy restaurant would be interrupted by a man that strangely reminded him a lot of his deceased younger brother Adrian. 

The joint  he lit in the hopes of getting rid of a annoying headache is reluctantly pulled  out from parted lips its embers extinguished against his hand when he isn’t looking and is placed back into the box of normal looking cigarettes. He found it odd that she hadn’t asked his son Morgan to help them with the case. He was after all a former lawyer who often dealt with the Supernatural.

“I have to say m’not exactly impressed by your choice of lawyer, Moa. He seems to smug to me an’ I hate the way he stole y’drink. Only idiots go around stealin’ a ladies drink.”  A pause to place his feet onto the table as he pops a piece of chicken into his mouth and looks him up and down. It was CLEAR from the look on his face that he didn’t like this man. “We like… our space. Although that doesn’t mean we don’ sleep in each other’s beds from time to time. M’actually more interested in the relationship y’share with me son. He told me last week that ya kissed him.  Are y’plannin’ on datin’ me son? ” Jaw tenses as he picked up a piece of chicken and threw it at him. “What’s y’name?”

                   ❛ &. ┊     It  is  with  a  monster’s  love  for  detail  that  hazel  eyes  notice  the  way  that  the  eldest  of  three  observes  the  callous  mannerisms  of  a  werewolf  --  and  with  a  monster’s  tendency  for  schadenfreude,  the  realisation  that  Moa  finds  her  date’s  attitude  in  public  more  incriminating  than  his  own  bluntness.  Although  isn’t  he  blind  either;  her  brows  shoot  up  at  the  mention  of  that  small,  completely  neglectable  detail.  Perhaps  she’s  surprised  neither  of  them  has  told  her,  perhaps  angered  to  find  herself  in  a  more  and  more  uncomfortable  situation.  But  when  the  piece  of  disgustingly  reeking  meat  hits  the  fabric  of  his  suit,  is  it  only  Moa’s  claw  pressed  against  his  chest  that  keeps  him  in  place.  

“  I’m  sure  all  of  us  can  sit  down  and  discuss  the  case  like  proper  adults  would,  ”  he  hears  her  say  --  twice  in  fact,  though  her  thoughts  ringing  in  the  cage  of  his  skull  don’t  appear  quite  as  diplomatic  as  her  spoken  request;  she  snubs  him,  waves  vaguely  for  him  to  pull  a  chair  closer  and  take  a  seat.  And  he  does;  adjusts  his  tie  with  grim  features  (  whatever  sauce  the  chicken  must  have  been  coated  in,  he  fears  it  might  leave  a  stain  ),  tenses  jaw,  and  eventually  places  the  emptied  glass  of  wine  back  within  Moa’s  reach.

“  Your  son  talks  terribly  much.  ”  It’s  a  monotonously  spoken  assessment,  though  carries  it  no  neutrality  whatsoever.  As  hand  reaches  out  to  refill  the  immortal’s  glass  and  she,  insinuating  a  small  nod  in  gratitude,  takes  it,  finds  he  still  the  energy  to  offer  yet  another  smug  grin.  Surely,  if  Morgan  remembered  to  have  been  kissed,  he  also  must  have  remembered  by  whom?  “  He  must’ve  forgotten  to  mention  that  it  was  him  who  practically  slobbered  when  he  saw  me  coming  out  of  Moa’s  shower.  Shouldn’t  have  surprised  me,  wolves  are  so  terribly  primitive.  ”  Enough.  Frame  twitches  almost  noticeably  when  the  order  sets  all  nerves  on  fire.  Hand  momentarily  shakes,  terribly  briefly  so  but  enough  to  threaten  a  spill  of  crimson  liquor  --  and  Moa’s  hand  moves,  catches  the  drop  with  her  glass  before  the  stain  ruins  the  terrific  cleanliness  of  a  table  cloth.  Eyes  find  hers.  Don’t,  Kua.

                   ❛ &. ┊     “  Don’t  you  think  you’ve  trusted  her  too  quickly,  Noah?  She  hasn’t  even  told  you  that  she’s  married  --  ”  Stop.  “  Has  she  at  least  told  you  that  you’re  not  her  only  loverboy?  ”

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xxloneblackwolfxx.

@deradvokat  Send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse!

It takes him by surprise, the hand that wraps round the back of his neck, draws chin upwards and causes him to melt  almost instantly into the kiss. Fingertips once occupied with scrolling through countless  old files that once belonged to his mother on his tablet instinctively find their way around Kua’s waist, pulling him closer to his own shirtless frame in almost willing fashion.  ( He NEEDED this ) Tongue runs across his lower lip, parting mouth as if to gain entrance—- but he tilts his head to one side, withdraws, crimson red eyes rest their gaze upon the older man’s handsome features with a playful smile.  “How much did ya have to drink? Or are ya jus’ happy to see me?”  He was already drunk by the slurred sound in his voice. “Does Moa know your here?”

                    ❛ &. ┊     Regardless  how  many  glasses  of  whiskey  it  must  have  been,  they  were  too  much  --  and  the  blind  could  have  seen  the  way  that  stare  bore  holes  into  his  flesh  the  moment  Morgan  had  run  into  him  in  his  wife’s apartment.  The  tension  had  been  stiff  enough  for  fingers  to  wrap  ‘round  it,  but  he  hadn’t  done  it,  didn’t  mean  it.  Not  until  heart  grew  sullen  enough  to  drown  all  his  sorrows  in  alcohol  and  desperately  began  to  yearn  for  something  to  fix  it.  Now  fingertips  press  against  a  pulse  until  heartbeats  forcefully  align  and  comes  a  growl  when  mouths  separate  against  his  will,  tongue  leaving  him  cold,  empty.  “  Is  there  no  moment  where  you  don’t  think  of  her?  ”  A  slurred  question,  angered  beyond  repression  --  and  projects  he  his  own  jealousy  into  the  smug  grin  of  a  werewolf,  knows  his  flaw  long  ago  has  become  a  serious  burden.  Lips  abandon  Morgan’s  mouth  as  if  superficially  accepting  of  his  own  defeat,  but  press  against  a  jaw  instead,  a  neck.  There’s  hardly  any  remnant  of  innocence  when  hands  pull  the  werewolf  closer  by  his  hips,  eradicate  all  ounces  of  distance  until  there’s  no  possibility  of  him  dismissing  the  older  male’s  arousal.  “  Does  your  father  know  you’re  fantasizing  about  his  girlfriend’s  husband?  ”  

[deradvokat-moved]

@xxaustralianwerewolfxx  asked:  “  Who  are  you  supposed  to  be?  ”

           RANDOM  ASKBOX  INTERACTIONS.    |    ACCEPTING!

                     ❛ &. ┊     He  sees  the  way  she  presses  her  fingertips  against  the  bridge  of  her  nose;  the  stalwart  Moa  Zhao,  placed  in  a  situation  of  utmost  discomfort  when  his  presence  all  too  suddenly  interrupts  a  dinner.  The  restaurant’s  interior  is  beyond  surprisingly  impressive  --  unfit,  he  deems,  for  her  apparent  date’s  unremarkable  appearance  but  of  course  would  it  have  been  her  to  pick  the  location.  Clothes  maketh  man  and  she  never  wears  cheap  ones.  Truth  though  is  that  he  enjoys  it,  the  slight  sting  that  is  portrayed  in  the  way  the  other  man  formulates  his  question;  fingertips  wrap  around  the  wine  glass  stood  next  to  his  wife’s  yet  untouched  plate,  takes  a  sip,  cherishes  the  fruity  taste...  until  her  voice  cuts  him  off  before  he  gets  to  speak.  “  I  mentioned  I  have  a  lawyer  specialising  in  nonhuman  crime  who  could  help  us  with  our  recent  case.  But  I,  ”  a  sour  look  given  in  his  direction  and  yet  could  the  dark-haired  man  hardly  hide  the  smug  grin  behind  the  brim  of  her,  now  his,  drink,  “  hadn’t  expected  him  until  later  tonight.  ”

                    ❛ &. ┊     It’s  a  warning,  he  knows  but  takes  it  as  an  invitation  to  extend  his  hand  for  Noah  to  take.  “  I  was  surprised  to  see  that  both  of  you  had  been  given  separate  bedrooms.  Your  son  informed  me  quite  well  of  your...  sexual  relationship.  ”

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xxloneblackwolfxx.

The situation is by far not the one he expected to find himself in when he decided to catch a taxi to Moa’s house. He remembers being in a SIMILAR situation before  where he had walked into his Dad’s kitchen and found a man dressed in only a towel sitting at the breakfast table, sipping on a glass of orange juice while classical music played in the background. It was the moment he discovered he was sexually attracted to men. 

Focus shifts away from his memories back onto the conversation that somehow he believes had abruptly come to a halt. Gaze drops onto the small rose plant in his grasp, it’s red petals shining brightly in the setting sun.  A moment of silence follows as he tries to FIGURE out if the man was telling him the truth about being Moa’s husband. “No it wasn’t the response I was expectin’. But m’actually more surprised to hear y’say your her husband. I don’ suppose ya would know that shes… been sleepin’ with my Dad, Noah behind your back. How long have you and Moa been married?” A pause as he places the rose plant onto the wooden table. “I actually only came over to drop off this rose plant an’ to tell her m’goin’ to be leavin’ the country for a couple of weeks. M’goin’ on holiday with my son Darwin and thought she might want to come along. We are goin to be travellin’ around Asia.  M’Morgan by the way. Who are you?”

                 ❛ &. ┊     Mouth  exhales  almost  a  scoff  at  the  unprompted  admission,  hands  picking  up  the  pot  where  he’s  placed  it  only  to  relocate  it  to  the  table’s  center.  It  has  become  a  habit,  somewhat,  he  knows  Moa’s  preference  for  complete  and  utter  tidiness  as  much  as  he  knows  her...  promiscuous  way  of  living.  Minds  the  former  perhaps  a  little  less  than  the  latter.  “  Not  behind  my  back.  We’re  not  exclusive.  ”  It’s  a  nonchalant  way  of  describing  the  complex  history  of  their  relationship;  he  has  his  own  affairs,  no  true  relationships  --  greatly  prefers  it  that  way,  but  nonetheless  is  what  makes  a  heart  so  fond  of  the  woman,  her  capability  to  make  him  forget  the  life  that  came  before  Moa  Zhao.  He  is  jealous,  every  time  anew,  but  perhaps  only  because  there  hardly  ever  is  much  time  when  paths  do  meet.  She’s  an  enigma,  a  fleeting  indulgence  --  and  gone  as  unexpectedly  as  she  comes.  

Frame  returns  to  the  counter,  the  muscles  of  his  back  rippling  when  arm  stretches  to  pick  out  another  mug.  His  counterpart  has  mentioned  his  intentions  to  keep  the  visit  brief  --  but  is  that  no  reason  to  not  offer  him  a  cup  of  coffee.  “  Kua  Hale,  ”  he  answers  his  second  question,  sliding  the  mug  aptly  across  the  table’s  wooden  surface.  “  And  thirty  years.  But  I  live  up  in  Quebec  at  the  moment.  I’ve  just  now  applied  for  a  chair  in  criminology  down  here  alongside  to  offering  my  service  as  a  lawyer.  --  She’s  mentioned  you  before.  You  and  your  kid.  ”

[deradvokat-moved]

@xxloneblackwolfxx​  asks,  "  Are  you  one  of  Moa's  friends?  ''

                  ❛ &. ┊     As  much  as  he  admits  the  authenticity  of  keeping  the  door  unlocked  at  all  times,  is  this  by  far  not  the  first  time  he  stumbles  across  a  visitor  --  a  friend,  perhaps,  only  god  knows  --  while  peeking  into  the  fridge  in  only  a  towel.  It’s  hardly  something  he  can  change  even  with  utmost  persuasion,  but  every  other  time  that  he’s  caught  in  the  middle  of  fixing  himself  a  drink  in  Moa’s  kitchen,  he  wonders  if  it  wouldn’t  be  easier  to  take  her  to  his  hotel  room  instead.  Brows  rise,  eyes  scan  the  newcomer’s  silhouette  momentarily  before  a  coarse  voice  replies,  “  Technically,  I’m  still  her  husband.  But  I  doubt  that’s  the  response  you  were  hoping  for.  ”  He’s  young,  hardly  Moa’s  type  he  believes  --  but  it’s  not  his  duty  to  question  whatever  Moa  does  in  her  spare  time.  Hand  wraps  around  a  glass  bottle  of  cold-brew  coffee  and  adds  a  cup  of  hazelnut  milk  before  he  takes  a  sip.  “  She  wanted  to  run  some  errands.  You’re  free  to  wait  here  if  you’re  not  in  a  hurry.  ”

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Rosy (2018) Directed by Jess Bond

[deradvokat-moved]

@ncnducor.

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magicbestiarys.

He hadn’t been there to talk about what had happened. Just wanted an escape from the hovering and worrying when he suddenly became some sort of cripple. Air streamed out of his mouth in a sigh or laugh, possibly a disgusted mix of the two at Kua’s apology. “You’re stubborn and think you know better then thousands of years of experience.” He’d walked this Earth a lot longer then Moa had. “And the person that you met wasn’t someone that I’d ever win against anyways.” 

                       That was a lie. Ezio had just wasted a movement on Kua. And saving Kua. He’d spent a long time working on getting strong enough to kill his father but he’d thrown it away on emotions. Foolishly. His old man had said as much when they were fighting. 

Curls on his head shake, knocking the thought out of his mind. “I needed to ask for a place to stay anyways. So how about skipping dinner and offering a place for me to pass out safely.” There was always that nagging feeling that Kua would try to ……. and Ezio’s mind blanked. “… or alternatively.” He said it slowly, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. Right now everything seemed hopeless but he did have an instant solution. Well possibly not instant. 

                                   “Do you want to become immortal?”

                  ❛ &. ┊     Part  of  him  can  recognise  a  liar  when  he  sees  one,  recognise  the  stupidity  of  a  decision  --  but  is  silence  more  persuasive.  Ezio  chose  his  failure  out  of  love  for  a  shared  friend  and  her  love,  if  rarely  uttered,  for  the  lawyer.  Perhaps  he  should  celebrate  it,  thank  every  possible  higher  being  for  the  small  reassurance  that  he  was  not  just  another  replaceable  pawn  in  Moa  Zhao’s  ploy  with  old  gods.  But  everything  had  changed  in  the  moment  that  all  remnants  of  the  confrontation  disappeared  into  thin  air.  She  had  regarded  him  with  a  semblance  of  absolute  and  undeniable  agony  in  dark  eyes  and  then  slipped  into  the  bathroom.  The  sound  of  a  pouring  shower  went  on  for  hours,  almost  until  dawn.  He  could  almost  imagine  her  sitting  there,  knees  pulled  to  her  chest  and  staring  off  into  the  distance.  Ástríður.  Æthelthryth.  The  sound  of  both  names  still  tastes  like  copper  on  his  tongue  as  he  pushes  aside  the  memory  of  her  coming  out  of  the  shower,  the  red  glow  of  a  thoroughly  scrubbed  skin  fading.

“  It’s  a  hotel  room,  Ezio,  not  an  apartment.  But  I  offer  you  the  bed  and  take  the  couch  myself.  ”  What  that  what  he’d  like  to  call  integrity?  To  offer  hospitality  to  someone  he  hardly  knew,  hardly  was  fond  of  --  and  perhaps  only  pitied  in  hopes  of  calming  his  own  conscience?  Moa  would  have  gritted  her  teeth,  called  him  cowardly  for  shrinking  once  again  when  faced  with  feelings  of  guilt.  Perhaps  she  would  have  been  right,  and  yet...  can  he  not  imagine  her  heart  to  be  cold  enough  to  turn  away  a  friend.  Whatever  she  claims,  whatever  words  she  insists  on  sticking  to,  the  Moa  he  fell  in  love  with  all  those  years  back  would  have  rather  died  than  fail  a  promise  of  loyalty.

                  ❛ &. ┊     The  suggestion  than  comes  as  an  agitating  surprise;  brows  rise,  a  silent  question  followed  suit  by  its  verbalisation.  “  I  already  am.  ”  The  untruthfulness  of  his  words  and  the  underlying  meaning  of  Ezio’s  own  only  settle  in  his  mind  after  he’s  uttered  his  startled  response  and  posture  immediately  changes.  There’s  defensiveness,  alienation,  but  more  so  a  desperate  attempt  at  hiding  the  insult  he  takes.  At  least  his  voice  remains  sober  when  he  proceeds,  even  if  his  eyes  can’t  do  the  same,  “  Moa  is  my  only  sire,  Ezio.  I  would  betray  her.  ”

[deradvokat-moved]

ncnducor·.

something like a barely concealed eyeroll is her response, though the smile still rests on her lips, soft in nature. if kassandra wouldn’t know it any better she’d believe herself to be utterly smitten with kua hale ( well, she was, but that was beside the point ). she manages to look innocent and sheepish, — hopes she does at least ‘ I couldn’t help myself. ’ she supplies, tongue rolling over her lips, catching the faint memory of his. what a dangerous game they played. but kassandra had never shied from anything dangerous before, had rather gravitated towards it, she’d always loved to play with fire. a grin tugs on her lips, somewhat destroys the sheepish expression she’d adopted ‘ a coffee shop? ’ she questions with a tilt of her head and an arched eyebrow. 

she does like the sound of that, alas she likes it here too, likes the books, the low murmur of the crowd passing by. ‘ anything I want you say? ’ she reaches out, the pad of her thumb wiping a little smudge lipstick she’d left behind, from beneath his bottom lip. ‘ sounds very tempting. ’ gentle fingers tug the book from his grasp and open it, mindlessly flicking through pages, skimming over words. ‘ curious choice. ’ she remarks, looking up at him ‘ I had no idea that you are interested in the history of hawaiian monarchy. ’ she is, essentially, buying herself some time, not quite wanting to answer just yet.

the book eventually returns to it’s place and her eyes find his once more, holding them for a small eternity. not the first time she catches herself getting lost in his eyes. ‘ a coffee date then ’ she responds eventually, the smile on her lips only blooming ‘ do lead the way. ’

                    ❛ &. ┊     The  brush  of  a  fingertip  against  a  lower  lip  sets  fire  to  sunkissed  skin,  the  hairs  on  the  back  of  a  neck  rising  when  the  desire  to  close  a  mouth  around  the  shape  of  a  tongue  arises  --  and  vanishes  with  the  same  suddenness.  Every  moment  in  her  presence  reminds  him  of  the  subtle  wisp  of  otherwordliness  that  seemed  to  have  settled  in  his  bones  when  he  first  had  caught  sight  of  gentle,  all-encompassing  love.  She  doesn’t  pale  in  comparison  to  the  memory,  isn’t  meant  to  compare  in  the  first  place,  and  when  mind  settles  on  the  realisation  that  she’s  not  genuinely  interested  in  his  choice  of  literature,  can’t  he  help  but  offer  a  crooked  grin  nonetheless.  The  answer  he  gives  is  short-lived,  self-evident.  “  I’m  Samoan,  Kass.  I’ve  felt  the  need  to...  relearn  my  own  history.  ”

And  with  that  perhaps  find  peace  in  the  knowledge  that  not  all  his  memories  were  irrevocably  tinted  by  the  presence  of  a  woman  who  couldn’t  die  --  and  couldn’t  love  him  half  as  much  as  he  loved  her,  either.  Yet  finds  brain  it  difficult  to  focus  on  the  past  when  the  expression  upon  Kassandra’s  gentle  features  prospers  and  the  heart  in  his  chest  feels  as  though  it  might  collapse  under  the  weight  that  was  her  smile.  For  a  moment  cling  hands  onto  the  book  once  it’s  back  in  his  possession,  only  for  one  palm  to  loosen  and  wrap  around  his  counterpart’s  fingertips.  A  kiss  is  placed  upon  knuckles,  old-schooled,  emotionally  withdrawn.  But  is  it  all  the  more  wholesome  when  compared  to  the  animalistic  grasp  his  hand  usually  has  around  her  throat;  it’s  gentle,  warm.  He  cannot  remember  the  last  time  he  felt  it  necessary  to  woo  a  woman  in  quite  such  way  but  feels  it  worthwhile.  She  always  does.

                   ❛ &. ┊     “  You’re  a  sight  today,  has  someone  told  you  already?  ”  The  compliment  hardly  hides,  grin  visible  underneath  a  neatly  groomed  beard  as  he  saunters,  hand  interlaced  with  her  for  a  dangerously  long  amount  of  time,  onto  the  main  road.