forever is in your eyes

"The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?"

[wxldxheart]

Selene sipped her coffee, watching her brother intently as Anders seemed to collect himself, deciding what he planned to share. She expected him to go into every little sordid detail like he usually did, but when he paused—and that pause stretched on with no end in sight, Selene frowned.

"Buuuut....." She encouraged, waiting for him to elaborate—to tell her something, anything really.

But he said nothing more. It was the first time she'd ever had Anders actually hold out on her, and for a moment, Selene didn't know what to make of it, blinking at him like she was looking at a stranger.

"You're really not going to tell me anything? Wow, this one must be something." Selene replied, a little pout on her lips as she sipped her coffee. She didn't like being denied, especially not by her brother who usually gave her whatever she wanted, spoiled her rotten.

But if this Prince meant that much to Anders, then Selene really was happy for him. "Is it something real An?" She asked, her tone softer, eyes serious.

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But  he  stayed  quiet,  instead  he  took  a  sip  of  his  black  coffee  letting  the  silence  do  the  talking  for  him.

It  wasn't  that  he  didn't  want  to  share  with  his  little  sister,  wanting  to  spoil  her  as  he  always  did  catering  to  her  every  want  and  need.  This  was  so  new  to  him  and  felt  special,  something  he  wanted  to  keep  safe  against  his  chest.  This  family  had  a  tendency  to  break  things  without  meaning  to  and  this  was  still  to  fragile  to  break.

Anders  had  every  intention  to  keep  it  to  himself,  lock  it  away  and  pretend  it  didn't  exist  but  then  she  had  to  go  and  ask  that  fucking  question,  breaking  down  the  walls  he  was  working  so  hard  to  build  around  whatever  it  was  that  Greyson  and  him  were.  A  sigh  escaped  him  and  softly  he  set  down  his  mug  of  coffee  and  ran  ink  colored  fingers  over  his  face  in  heaviness.

"I  asked  Leo  to  send  me  mother's  ring,"  his  voice  was  as  soft  as  the  shadows  around  his  feet.  "He  hadn't  used  it  and--"  and  she  knew  how  much  that  ring  meant  to  the  three  of  them.  If  that  wasn't  an  answer  to  how  serious  this  was,  nothing  would  be.

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THE MAGICIANS (2015 - 2020) 2.09 "Lesser Evils"

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-closed starter for Boone and Cain @drzxmlxnd @wxldxheart the Roadhouse, Lupis; evening

It was Mireia’s first time at a place like the Roadhouse and saying she was nervous would be an understatement, but her dear Boone had invited her over and she couldn’t say no.

It had been a long time since she last saw him, and concern had only increased when he shared the news about his very being. It was confusing, to say the least. As far as she knew, Boone was a human hunter when they first met at Osaerin’s Abyss. The very same hunters humans trained to take on the rest of them for survival, but it didn’t sound like his transformation had been forceful or even… undesired.

She shook her head, overwhelmed by the many questions she wanted to shake off. Even if she wanted to know the details, it was up to the newly transformed werewolf to decide how much he wanted to tell.

Lupis was a unusual territory for a fae to step into; the many looks and distant sniffs she was getting were proof enough, but despite her wariness, Mireia took a deep breath as she entered the bar. There was no way Boone would cause her harm deliberately, he had saved her life during the bloody Halloween events. Next autumn equinox she’d settle for a nice cup of hibiscus tea and one of her old records.

“Boone!” she cheerfully called out at the sight of him. The circumstances didn’t matter, she was happy to see her friend.

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Honestly   it   had   taken   him   a   while   to   get   used   to   his   new   life.   Up   until   a   few   months   ago   he   was   very   anti-werewolf   his   past   heavily   influencing   his   beliefs.   His   mother   had   been   killed   by   one,   setting   him   on   the   course   of   becoming   a   hunter   and   eventually   traveling   to   the   city   so   he   could   find   and   seek   revenge   for   her   death.

Then   Cain   happened.

Boone   wasn't   going   to   look   too   much   into   the   details   of   why   this   alpha   changed   his   mind   before   he   bit   him,   because   honestly   he   didn't   care   anymore.   Sure   there   were   still   some   nights   he   woke   up   in   a   sweat   hating   the   beast   he   had   become   but   baby   steps...baby   steps...

It   had   taken   him   a   while   to   get   to   where   he   was   now   and   while   it   was   a   shitty   excuse   it   was   the   reason   he   hadn't   searched   out   for   the   only   other   person   in   the   city   besides   Cain   that   he   loved.   He   didn't   want   her   to   see   what   he   had   become   until   he   was   ready.   And   now   he   was   ready.

"Mireia!"   Boone's   smile   was   wide   on   his   face   as   he   pulled   away   from   the   conversation   he   was   having   with   Cain   to   rush   to   her   and   giving   her   the   biggest   hug   he   could   manage   without   hurting   her.   Swinging   her   up   in   his   arms   he   spun   her   around   with   a   soft   laugh   feeling   whole   for   the   first   time   in   months.   God   he   was   such   an   idiot   for   keeping   her   away   from   him   for   so   long.   It   was   something   he   promised   he   would   never   do   again.

"I   missed   you!"   Setting   her   gently   down   on   the   ground   he   pulled   away   just   enough   so   he   could   grab   her   hand   and   tug   her   back   towards   the   bar.   "Come   meet   my   boyfriend,   then   I   want   to   hear   everythin'   you've   been   up   to   without   me."

@wxldxheart

[wxldxheart]

"Yes yes, no cream, no sugar, you're above all that and better than those of us who like a little sweetness." Selene teased playfully as she poured the simple black coffee for her brother and then another loaded with cream and sugar for herself.

Anders irritability in the mornings never phased her - after all she'd grown up following him around, hanging on his every word - he was her idol and she looked up to him like no other.

She set the mug down in front of him with a little smile and happily sipped her own. "A very dishevelled Prince left here this morning, I offered to make him breakfast but he politely declined, he's very charming." Selene smiled knowingly over the rim of her mug. "When were you planning on telling me that Mer Royalty was your latest fucktoy Endie-bear? That's holding out on me and you know I like the gossip."

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his lips to smell the aromas that wafted from inside. Gods Leo had sent them an amazing batch this time, he was going to be sad when they brewed the last cup. Perhaps he could convince his twin to send another package in his next letter--

Anders was taking a sip of when she mentioned Greyson. While he was not trying to keep his relationship with the prince a secret, it did come a bit of shock that she had seen him, causing Anders to cough slightly on the hot coffee. "Ah," he said when he cleared the liquid out of his lungs and was able to speak again. "That explains where he ran off to this morning. If I had known I would have encouraged him to stay. Your eggs and toast are worth killing over."

It was a weak attempt at deflection of conversation and they both knew it. Tapping his gloveless fingers against the pure white marble countertop of his island, he was silent for a second not even touching his coffee as he thought about the words that were about to come out of his mouth. "Yes....we are fucking but--" it was that but that had hi struggling for words. He had never felt like this before. How was he to explain to his baby sister that while, yes he loved the sex between the prince and himself, it was the other moments he loved more. They way the boy sighed softly right before he fully wakes or how his eyes lit up whenever he was passionate about something. As much as he loved his sister he wanted to keep those moments to himself because it felt more.

So instead he did something that was unheard of for him; he stayed quiet.

[wxldxheart]

Location: Kismet Aparthotel, Ander's Apartment Status: Closed @drzxmlxnd

It wasn't uncommon for Selene to just let herself straight into her brother's apartments whenever she felt like it - late at night, early in the morning, no time was off limits.

She'd come back from another shift at the Ghouliard, unlocked her brother's apartment door with a little Malikov magic, and slipped right on it. She knew Anders was sleeping, so Selene went about brewing them fresh coffee, the good kind, imported, a gift from Leo during his last visit.

"Endie-bear, I made coffee! Wakey wakey!" She called out with a bright little smile.

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Perhaps  he  should  have  been  slightly  more  worried  when  the  rick  smell  of  coffee  was  what  woke  him  up.  Yet,  Anders  did  not  panic  and  instead  simply  made  his  way  towards  the  smell  letting  his  nose  guide  his  way.  There  was  only  two  people,  other  than  himself,  that  could  walk  through  the  protection  wards  of  his  apartment  without  his  guidance.  And  since  one  of  those  two  individuals  was  currently  lying  on  a  beach  somewhere  sipping  a  cocktail,  Anders  was  not  shocked  to  see  his  younger  sister  making  herself  at  home  in  his  kitchen.  Like  always.

"How  are  you  so  perky  at  this  time  of  day?"  Was  all  he  managed  to  groan  out  as  he  slid  onto  the  stool  of  his  island  and  just  watched  her  float  around  as  if  she  had  wings  instead  of  Malikov  magic  flowing  through  her.  "Is  that  the  light  or  medium  roast?  I  can  never  tell  which  is  which  by  smell...and  don't  put  any  cream  or  sugar  in  it  this  time.  It  fuckin'  ruins  the  taste  of  the  coffee."

[wxldxheart]

Location: The Roadhouse - Southside Territory Status: Open to all

When Cain wasn't running his pack, the alpha could always be found within his bar, slinging shots, nursing a whiskey or performing on stage himself when the mood struck him. It always had a rowdy atmosphere of wolves, the scent of blood on the dirt road out front, not an uncommon thing given how many brawls broke out between wolves over the smallest of things.

But one simple rule was always followed - you didn't piss off the boss.

Although it seemed that night - one wolf in particular hadn't gotten the message. When he'd started pestering a couple of Nepenthe she-wolves that liked to enjoy the rum and juke - Cain had clocked him, sharp green eyes watching the outsider as he poured another round of drinks. As soon as the outsider had overstepped, the Alpha had struck. One hand like a steel vice around the wolf's throat, blood red eyes holding his gaze until the outsider looked away with a submissive whimper.

"I ain't gonna tell you twice. Next time I see you pesterin' my pack, thinkin' your some big dick-swingin' dog around my bar - I'll paint the road with your guts. Got it?" Cain growled, voice low, deadly.

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reminder  of  the  life  he  no  longer  lived.  A  constant  reminder  of  how  he  was  no  longer  welcomed  in  the  human  hideout  and  now  found  calling  The  Roadhouse  his  home.  It  was  still  an  adjustment,  having  to  go  from  hunter  to  being  one  of  the  things  he  hunted,  shifting  everything  he  believed  his  whole  life  and  yet--

Well  at  least  his  view  made  up  for  it.

Sipping  on  his  Long  Island  Iced  Tea,  Boone  sat  at  the  bar  top  chewing  on  the  straw  in  his  cocktail  as  he  watched  the  alpha  made  his  move.  Boone's  feet  barely  touched  the  floor  in  this  seat  which  gave  him  the  excuse  to  kick  his  feet  lazily  back  and  forth  as  he  watched  with  the  she-wolves  next  to  him.  They  had  quickly  taken  him  in  their  little  friend  group  and  Boone  found  that  he  actually  enjoyed  being  one  of  the  girls...not  that  he  would  admit  it  out  loud  to  anyone  outside  of  The  Roadhouse.  He  was  still  tough  and  has  his  collection  of  guns  but  it  was  also  nice  to  be  doted  on  and  feel  another  female  presence  in  his  life  besides  Mireia.  Which  reminded  him  he  really  needed  to  get  in  touch  with  her--

"God  he's  so  hot,"  one  of  the  girls  next  to  him  sighed  as  they  all  stared  at  Cain  protected  his  pack.  Boone  smiled  wide  and  took  another  sip  of  his  drink  as  he  watched  his  alpha  with  pride.

"Yeah...yeah  he  is."  Boone  agreed,  his  eyes  never  leaving  Cain  not  wanting  to  miss  a  second  of  what  he  knew  was  going  to  be  foreplay  for  the  two  of  them.  “And  he's  all  mine.”

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@wxldxheart

His breath ran ragged as he rushed through the alleyways of the street. Heart pounding in his chest, Boone kept going pushing himself with every quickened pace along the pavement. Part of him was hoping this was all just a sick and twisted dream, that he would wake up at any moment with his heart racing and then in a few hours perhaps he would find it funny enough he could laugh about this with Cain. "Hey remember when I had that dream that ya bit me? Funny wasn't it?" Then they would laugh, drink and fuck like they usually did.

However with each step he took he had a sickening feeling that he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon.

Reaching his destination he pounded on the door matching the beat of his pacing heart. "Cain!" Thud. Thud. Thud. "Come on open the fuck up!" Boone rarely came here but he hoped that wouldn't keep the alpha from not letting him in. "You fuckin' owe me this!"

[wxldxheart]

Shit.

Cain growled low in his chest in frustration when he heard the pounding on the damn door of the Roadhouse. It was too early for the bar to be open, but considering the alpha lived above it, that meant he could hear the loud thud thud thudding as if it were clear as day.

No one but pack should be out this deep off the beaten path in |Southside wilderness, but at least it was during daylight hours so no wolves were hunting. But then again - pack was hammering at the door.

Weren't they Cain.

He scrubbed a rough hand down his face and went to open the thick, heavy door of the bar, looking down at Boone. The alpha's chest was bare, just a pair of old sweats hanging low on his hips revealing his scarred and tattooed body. It was clear he'd been sleeping, the smell of whiskey still clinging to him.

He knew why Boone was here - he wanted to pretend it was all just a bad dream - that he hadn't been that fucking dumb. But the evidence was right there, stinking of fresh wolf.

And the scent alone made his own wolf growl in treacherous approval.

"Y'll wake the whole fuckin' woods with ya poundin'." Cain growled and dragged Boone inside with a grip to his shirt.

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"Cain! Open--" Boone called out again only to stop when the door opened. The door opened. It wasn't until he saw the wolf that Boone realized how nervous he had been that Cain wouldn't open the door for him. How easy it was just to toss him aside now that things were compromised and things had changed. Boone was nearly shaking with relief as he was tugged inside, not even hearing the door shut behind them due to the blood rushing to his ears.

For a second he just stood there staring at Cain's face not letting himself appreciate the sight in front of him. No, he wasn't here to enjoy the half naked man in front of him, he was here for other reasons. And it was those reasons that he stayed quite for a second as he tried to gather his thoughts into words. He had no idea where to even start now that he had Cain in front of him.  "You--" he started, wincing some as his voice cracked as if he was going through puberty once again. "I--" Boone tried again but this time cleared his throat and took a pause. Words were never his best, he never had much of an education past grade school nor could he read but it was in moments like this that he wished he was smarter. That he didn't have to struggle to really find word to express what he was feeling in that moment.

It took him a moment, several seconds of silences before Boone finally managed to speak more that just panicked words. "You left me." His voice cracked again but this time it was due to the emotion that bubbled up inside him; hurt and fear. "You left me alone."

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@wxldxheart

His breath ran ragged as he rushed through the alleyways of the street. Heart pounding in his chest, Boone kept going pushing himself with every quickened pace along the pavement. Part of him was hoping this was all just a sick and twisted dream, that he would wake up at any moment with his heart racing and then in a few hours perhaps he would find it funny enough he could laugh about this with Cain. "Hey remember when I had that dream that ya bit me? Funny wasn't it?" Then they would laugh, drink and fuck like they usually did.

However with each step he took he had a sickening feeling that he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon.

Reaching his destination he pounded on the door matching the beat of his pacing heart. "Cain!" Thud. Thud. Thud. "Come on open the fuck up!" Boone rarely came here but he hoped that wouldn't keep the alpha from not letting him in. "You fuckin' owe me this!"

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@giftober 2025 | Day 28: Brunettes: Louis de Pointe du Lac (Interview with the Vampire, 2022)

[wxldxheart]

Greyson couldn't help his slight shiver, feeling the hot caress of Anders' words against his ear. He really did let himself indulge in the other's company whenever their paths crossed. He followed along at the other's side with a smile on his face. "Perhaps it is." He replied, not quite agreeing with the other, but certainly not disagreeing either. The prince could play coy just as much as Anders himself.

"I have fun." Greyson argued with a chuckle. Of course, it wasn't as much fun as he'd used to have, at least not the kind of revelry and debauchery he'd indulged in for his first few centuries while trying to deny the call of responsibility to his family. "But I'm not going to turn down such a generous offer - so long as you make sure that room is close to yours." Grey smiled playfully, the intention in his words pretty clear.

When they came to a stop and Anders stood so close, Grey looked up at him. He really had been charmed by the witch's presence since the moment he'd met him, he couldn't deny that fact. And as much as he'd enjoyed this little back and forth, the games of coy flirting between them, Greyson couldn't deny his desire for things to take just that little step further. "I think you should show me this room you're offering me, I need to make sure it lives up to Royalty's standards." Grey replied, his voice almost a purr. It was playful, teasing, he didn't need finery, he was a soldier as much as he was a prince, but it was an opening for Anders to get him alone - if the witch was willing to take it.

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As  soon  as  he  heard  that  purr  of  the  prince's  voice,  he  wasted  no  time  leading  them  through  the  streets  towards  the  hotel  he  owned.  Keeping  the  boy  next  to  him  it  didn't  take  long  before  he  was  pushing  the  doors  to  the  hotel  lobby  open  and  leading  the  prince  inside  the  Kismet  Aparthotel.

The  Kismet  Aparthotel  was  his  pride  and  joy,  a  gift  from  his  father  and  while  he  wasn't  normally  the  closest  to  Dimitri  Malikov  he  enjoyed  this  little  gift.  Even  if  it  had  darker  undertones  and  alternative  motives.  Along  with  running  the  hotel  he  was  also  in  charge  of  learning  how  to  take  over  the  Malikov  empire,  something  he  longed  to  keep  a  secret  from  the  little  prince.

So  he  lead  him  towards  the  elevator  and  used  his  key  card  to  get  to  the  top  level  that  had  no  button.  He  kept  his  hands  to  himself  until  those  doors  closed  and  as  soon  as  they  were  alone,  Anders  turned  to  cup  the  boy's  cheeks  and  pressed  the  softest  of  kisses  against  his  lips.  A  token  of  his  true  feelings  that  he  kept  towards  Greyson.

[wxldxheart]

Hearing Boone's soft words, there was a brief moment before the alpha's grip loosened a little, his eyes returning back to their natural green. If it had been any other bar, anywhere else in the city, he'd likely have had a different reaction. But not this bar on the Southside.

He'd had enough of Rev mutts giving him shit that he didn't want to add fuel to the fire by handing them any more ammo. Because of course they'd try and make something out of a human, telling Cain what to do.

He let Boone stand, looking him up and down when the other postured to make the bar stop taking notice of them, Cain's countenance shifting into something a little softer. "Sounds right kid, might want to head out of the Southside if you know what's good for ya." Cain replied, the growl in his voice more for show than anything serious.

He waited for Boone to head out, following him with a silence and ease that wolves possessed before cornering him once more when they were both outside and away from prying eyes. With a firm grip he once again pinned the other, only this time sealing his mouth in a rough kiss. "Picked the worst fuckin' place and night t' play that game with me." Cain chuckled against his lips.

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The  human  managed  to  take  just  a  few  steps  outside  before  he  was  pinned  against  the  wall,  lips  claiming  his  own  in  s  rough  kiss.  Boone  laughed  softly  but  returned  it  just  as  eagerly,  melting  at  the  touch  for  just  a  second.  Fuck  he  needed  this.  It  was  the  reason  he  had  searched  out  the  wolf  to  begin  with,  why  he  decided  to  come  to  the  bar  and  play  their  little  game.  Even  if  he  had  been  a  bit  to  eager  tonight.

"My  bad,"  Boone  said  again  but  this  time  muttering  against  the  wolf's  lips.  Hands  reached  up  to  tangle  his  fingers  into  the  locks  of  hair  before  giving  it  a  soft  tug.  For  a  moment  he  let  Cain  have  this  control,  this  bit  of  dominance  but  they  both  knew  it  was  only  temporary.  "Needed  to  see  you  tonight."  a  confession  that  was  one  of  the  closest  Boone  let  himself  have  real  feelings  around  the  alpha.

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At the familiar voice, Raven's whole body jumped -- adrenaline shooting through her veins. Her hand darted out, grasping Najelon by the arm, pulling herself closer to him. Raven hadn't heard that voice in years. Her stomach twisted as her nails bit into her Demon's arm, trying to ground herself.

At first, she thought her mind had been playing tricks on her. But the moment she saw Calixte, she realized that he was, in fact, there. In the flesh. Walking straight towards a blonde man in the distance. His whistling scratched the back of her brain -- a memory threatening to slip through the cracks of the wall she'd built. She watched as he seemed to whisper in the other's ear, and then, they were gone. Disappearing into the depths below.

"Naj..." Raven whispered, as if Calixte couldn't hear her. She wasn't sure if Najelon remembered the Vampire. If they'd ever actually met. When Najelon had found her over fifteen years ago, Raven was completely disoriented out of her mind. "We need to find a way out." She insisted, her eyes tearing away from Calixte and towards those who were testing the pressure plates.

The water began to seep upwards, covering more of the dark sand. I could just run and shove him into the water... Raven thought to herself as her eyes found Calixte again. "What are you doing here?"

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Najelon had been so fixed on someone else that he completely overlooked Calixte’s presence, at least until Raven reached for him, every hair on her body standing on end like a spooked cat.

You’ve got to be kidding me, he thought, eyes locking on the vampire. It was a face neither of them had seen in a very long time, one he’d hoped never to see again, not after the night he tore Raven from his grasp. From Ryker’s, too. Was he here for revenge? Maybe he’d finally learned who the murderer was.

The situation couldn’t have been worse: salt water lapping close enough to drain his strength. Cait, the eternal object of his hatred. And now him, the one man who carried danger like a second skin. Something Naj could appreciate were it not for his uknown intentions.

Killing Calixte before he made a move would’ve been smart, but Raven’s question stopped him. Her body pressed against his, seeking refuge. So instead, Naj wrapped an arm around her, shielding her with his frame, the other hand still free. He leaned down until his nose brushed her temple, eyes never leaving the vampire. “I got you, my Raven,” he murmured, voice low enough for her—but knowing full well that sharp vampire ears would catch it too.

Then he waited. Watching. Listening. This wasn’t a coincidence. None of it ever was.

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[drzxmlxnd]

It  was  almost  cute  the  way  the  demon  wrapped  himself  around  Raven  as  a  way  to  shield  her  from  her  past.  From  him.  The  vampire's  lips  tugged  up  into  the  smallest  of  smiles  at  this  action  but  he  kept  his  back  towards  the  "couple".  Instead  he  continued  to  whistle  as  he  watched  the  blonde  slip  into  the  water  and  disappear  from  sight.  It  had  been  too  easy.

"What  am  I  doing  here?"  Calixte  called  out  without  looking  back  at  the  others.  He  didn't  need  to  as  he  kept  his  eyes  focused  on  the  blood  colored  water  in  front  of  them.  "Why  I  am  doing  the  same  thing  that  you  are.  I  simply  walked  through  the  grey  door  looking  for  some  excitement."  He  just  never  expected  to  find  it  in  the  forms  of  the  two  behind  him.  He  had  a  feeling  Raven  was  in  the  city  but  hadn't  searched  her  out  just  yet.  And  here  she  was  now  all  thanks  to  the  fates.

With  a  glance  over  his  shoulder  he  gave  the  human  a  wink  before  out  stretching  his  arm  to  his  left  side  as  if  he  was  reaching  for  something.  Seconds  later  silently  a  girl  walked  up  to  him  with  a  dazed  look  in  her  eyes.  Another  victim.  Another  toy  to  play  with.  Turning  his  body  he  mimicked  the  same  position  Najelon  had  Raven  in  but  instead  of  whispering  sweet  nothings  in  this  girl's  ears  he  simply  said,  "go  walk  into  the  water,  my  pet."

@oftragxdy

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-closed starter for Boone @drzxmlxnd The House of Haunts; red path

Mireia hissed as she tried to fight back one more vine lashing. She grabbed the living tendril and and sucked the life out of it, even though it would come back to life shortly after. It had been the same with every attempt at making their surroundings safer. Every time she took a step and bones cracked under her feet, her whole body shuddered in fear. She’d been trying to make sense of the code too, but it was harder and harder to focus as the mist grew thicker and the thorns cut deeper.

Boone trailed close, and she was thankful for it. Protecting him was the only thing keeping her from breaking down. The poison and the lack of oxygen were playing with her mind. Voices from the past sounded so loud she could swear they were right behind her too. But it wasn’t them, it was the hunter who mumbled something unintelligible.

“Boone,” she called, turning to him slowly, dizzy. “Are you okay? What did you just say?”

[drzxmlxnd]

You  are  my  sunshine,  my  only  sunshine. 

Hands  gripped  tight  around  his  handgun,  knuckles  turning  white  as  he  let  his  ears  try  to  focus  on  following  Mireia  and  not  her.  Deep  breaths  as  his  chest  rose  and  fell  as  he  tried  to  stay  calm  in  this  situation  thinking  it  more  like  another  family  training  session  in  the  bayou  instead  of  some  fucked  up  Halloween  maze  shit.  He  could  get  them  out  of  here,  he  could  protect  them  both,  he  could  do  this--

If  only  he  could  understand  what  the  fuck  this  code  thing  was.

You  make  me  happy  when  skies  are  gray.

"S...S-St...t....a..."  he  muttered  under  his  breath  trying  to  remember  what  little  education  he  had  before  his  father  deemed  that  he  had  learned  enough  and  it  was  time  to  focus  on  hunting  instead  of  reading.  Though  he  was  pretty  sure  that  these  images  were  not  in  the  normal  alphabet  but  maybe  it  was  in  some  other  language?  Like  did  the  old  languages  use  stars  and  arrows  instead  of  ABC?  Fuck  how  was  he  going  to  figure  this  out  and  get  them  out  of  here  if  he  couldn't  fucking  read?

You'll  never  know,  dear,  how  much  I  love  you.

With  a  shake  of  his  head,  Boone  tried  again.  "Star...arrow..."  he  muttered  under  his  breath,  only  pausing  like  a  kid  caught  doing  something  he  wasn't  supposed  to  be  doing  when  Mireia  turned  and  called  out  to  him.  Eyes  wide  and  hands  shaking  as  he  pointed  the  gun  down  at  the  ground  so  there  was  no  chance  of  hurting  her,  he  knew  he  had  no  choice  but  to  say,  "I...fuck,  I  can't  read.  Never  learned  how  to  past  the  basics  and  even  then--"  even  then  the  letters  mixed  themselves  up  and  seemed  to  fly  all  over  the  pages.  He  was  useless  and  he  couldn't  even  protect  his  new  friend.  "I'm  sorry...." 

Please  don't  take  my  sunshine  away.

[oftragxdy]

where: the house of haunts

who: open to all in the GREY path

Raven blinked, eyes blurring and then refocusing on her surroundings. A beach. "A beach?" The human's eyebrows furrowed as her feet squished into the dark, dense sand. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting but it hadn't been this. "How did we..." She turned around, only to find that there was no longer a door behind her.

A voice came and went, however, she hadn't quite understood what it had said.

"Great." She let out a dramatic sigh as she ran her fingers through her dark locks. As she scanned the horizon, she caught sight of land, across the large body of water. Red water. She watched as someone from the group walked into the water, attempted to swim, only to be dragged under. Her whole body shuddered. She quickly ran her hands over her arms. "So swimming isn't an option." She muttered before glancing towards the person nearest her. "Do you have any bright ideas?"

[drzxmlxnd]

"You  mean  besides  throwing  someone  else  in?"  Calixte  said  softly  right  into  the  human's  ear  from  behind  her.  Silent  as  a  mouse  not  wanting  her  to  notice  him  until  he  was  right  there.  It  was  more  amusing  this  way  to  the  vampire,  almost  like  the  little  games  he  would  often  play  at  the  casino  tables.  "Because  I  was  thinking  of  the  blonde  over  there,"  reaching  over  her  shoulder  he  pointed  straight  across  at  a  blonde  who  was  looking  at  the  edge  of  the  water  almost  curiously.  "Or  better  yet--"  Raven  wouldn't  have  to  see  his  face  to  know  the  vampire  was  smiling  full  teeth,  fangs  glittering  in  what  little  light  there  was  around  them.

Calixte  didn't  finish  his  thought  before  he  stepped  around  the  familiar  human  and  began  to  walk  over  to  the  blonde  with  his  hands  in  his  pocket,  softly  whistling  an  almost  cheery  tune  of  sorts.  He  doesn't  stop  until  he  is  right  behind  the  blonde  man  and  just  like  he  had  done  to  Raven,  he  leans  down  to  whisper  in  his  ear.  It  takes  just  less  than  a  few  seconds  before  the  man  begins  to  walk  right  into  the  water  seemingly  unfazed  by  the  previous  attempt  from  the  first.

[curseaddendum]

Mireia blinked rapidly when she realized she’d startled the visitor. Her lips formed a thin line as she tried to keep the situation from getting any worse. Don’t laugh. But it definitely wasn’t funny —not when her eyes caught the gleam of a weapon and his hand reaching for it. She pushed back against her chair, heart jumping in her chest with fear, bracing herself to duck if he drew his gun.

Her eyes locked on his hand… that ultimately slid into a pocket instead. Mireia saw the flamiliar glint of silver and gold, and realief followed when his voice pulled her attention back to his face.

His mother; a memento.

Oops, she hadn’t meant to do that. Some minds were excedingly easy to glide into, and this young man’s emotions were spilling all over. A wave of compassion washed over her, softening her gaze and easing her shoulders. Perhaps, the thought of losing something so important was why he seemed on edge.

“I’ll do it for free,” she offered gently, extending a cautious hand to take the precious chain. “Just promise not to shoot me with that thing.”

Her eyes lingered on him a she removed the ring and set it on the table with a delicate clink, in case he preferred to hold onto it while she worked on the broken clasp. Once sure her safety was part of the deal, she turned around to rummage for the suitable tools.

“It’ll be a quick fix,” she assured, withdrawing a box from beneath the counter. Inside, an assortment of metals and stones, bits and pieces for jewelry making. She couldn’t help the appreciative murmur that left her lips as the diamond caught the light. “It’s a beautiful ring.” Mireia wasn’t a hoarder, just someone with a taste for beauty and shiny wonders.

[drzxmlxnd]

Cheeks  flushed  with  embarrassment  of  being  caught,  an  emotion  that  he  rarely  felt  behind  his  hard  exterior.  "Sorry,  habit..."  he  muttered  softly  because  he  didn't  mean  her  harm  by  reaching  for  his  conceded  weapon  but  in  indeed  was  out  of  habit.  Every  since  a  few  years  ago  when  he  found  his  mother  slain  in  their  little  cabin,  he  had  been  on  high  alert  as  his  eyes  fully  opened  to  the  supernatural  world  around  them.

Silently  the  human  reached  out  and  grabbed  the  ring  that  meant  so  much  to  him  before  slipping  it  onto  his  pinky  finger.  It  was  too  small  and  only  reached  his  second  knuckle  but  it  was  safe  for  the  moment  and  it  calmed  him.  "I  can  pay,"  Boone  stated  again  a  bit  more  firmness  in  his  voice  starting  to  sound  like  himself  for  once  since  he  stepped  into  the  store.  Crossing  his  arms  over  his  chest  and  head  cocked  to  the  side  some,  he  watched  curiously  not  that  he  would  ever  admit  it,  as  she  began  to  work  on  the  delicate  chain.  "Thanks...it  was  my  ma's."  A  pregnant  pause  and  then--  "How  did  ya  learn  to  do  this?"  Was  he  asking  because  he  was  inquiring  if  she  knew  how  to  do  her  job  or  perhaps  he  was  more  curious  than  he  realized,  the  world  would  never  know.