First Born

Emre Başak - 32 - Reaper - Unemployed

[emrexbasak]

andersxlykos​:

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“Right. So you’re being cockblocked by his sibling. Can’t you just make you both like – invisible or whatever? Invisible sex. Ha. Why has no one thought of that?” Anders turned to lock the door, leaving the keys still in it as he turned to start following Emre. “It’s an airbnb, what else am I supposed to do? Buy a place? I didn’t bring that much money. I don’t get paid. And I’m dead. Do I compel someone to let me rent out the airbnb for free? Yes, but not the point. I ain’t sharing a space with anyone.”

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“Who said I haven’t?” Emre asked, he’d suggested it to Ariston already, and as always the now-shifter had jumped at the idea of something new. There was something thrilling about voyeurism, something especially thrilling about fucking in a crowded space where no one could tell where the grunting, moaning, and skin slapping was coming from. “You could get a job, start making some money.” Emre offered, “I started doing renovations around the city, you’d be amazed at how many people are building homes these days. I could use an extra set of hands.” Emre asked as they headed towards their first destination, a bright white home only a few blocks from the beach. The door was bright red, with matching shutters on the windows. 

[emrexbasak]

prunellelefebvre​:

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Just the words escaping the Reapers lips was enough to draw light behind the witches eyes, “If that’s what She desires.” It was a rather quick answer that took no force from her, having fallen in love with the Goddess what felt like ages ago. Sure, Prue understood that her family had much to do with nurturing and leading her this way. But death and its close tie with life had always fascinated her, along with her unique ability having convinced her at such a ripe age that she was destined for this. “What matters is the greater good, what’s best for the cult,” hues stayed locked on him as she proceeded around the room, not having to look in order to know where her feet should be placed. Maybe it was linked to her dancer mind, the way Prue could walk around the room as if she was made of air, “and sometimes that means serving her in other ways than a physical form.”

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Death was something that Emre remembered death, the process of it, Atropos’ bargain, and what had come after when the veil came down. His patron gave him a choice, he could have gone to paradise as some of his friends had, but instead Emre opted to choose nothing: the Asphodel meadows where he could forget who he was and all the expectations he’d placed upon himself in life. The reaper had never felt overly passionately for anything when he’d been alive, but death had given him connections and a reason for existing that being the golden prodigal son never had. Perhaps this witch was completely brainwashed and daft, or maybe she was onto something. Emre wasn’t sure he could tell the difference between the two anymore. There was more to life than the physical bodies they inhabited, sometimes what came after was even greater. “The greater good,” Emre mimicked, “that’s what this was for then-” he gestured with his chin. “Good.” He wasn’t judging, or even mocking. That wasn’t his place. He was just curious. In the end he’d aided his patron in sealing his own fate, in sundering the veil and damning countless to the other side. If ever there was a man who would call himself neutral, it was Emre. “You’ve heard of her palace then? I’ve seen it.”

[emrexbasak]

@beau-zale​

“Hey, look at this.” Emre said with a smile as he turned towards Beau and precariously balanced the pumpkin in front of his waist using nothing but the girthy hole he’d cut into the back of it. Pumpkin carving wasn’t really up his alley, sculpture was something that the reaper enjoyed, artistry of most kinds, but when confronted with the option to create or make a lewd joke, Emre would always choose the latter. There was something he wanted to ask the other reaper, but he needed to get a good laugh in first. “Festive, right?”

[emrexbasak]

aristondiakos​:

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“Social history, right now. We’re starting with Norse, actually, if you can believe it.” Talk about coincidence, but Ari isn’t complaining. Anything that gets him closer to understanding himself he’ll take gladly, even if it’s to only understand the customs of the time, what foundation their beliefs were built upon. It’s certainly not as accomplished as Emre’s list, but Ari doesn’t mind. If anything, he’s just proud of the reaper’s accomplishments. He leans over, pulling the other man lightly into a kiss with a smile against his lips. “Yeah, we should. That sounds great.” It seems almost crazy, the fact that nearly a year has gone by. It barely feels like it, with everything that has been happening around them. But it’s also been the best one of his life. “I’ll take the day off from work, and we can hangout in the city together. Maybe walk the farmer’s market, or check out the bathhouse.” Though quite frankly, Ari would be just as happy with a day spent in bed, just the two of them. 

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It was obvious that there was a lot of questions that Ariston had about where he came from, the source of his power, and what this might later mean for him. Emre’s conversation with Beau sat in the back of the intuitive man’s mind, this was still all very shiny and new to the shifter. Emre didn’t want to ruin it for him, so the reaper opted to keep his own thoughts on the matter to himself. Ariston was a good person, maybe one of the few left in the city. “That’s very sexy of you,” Emre remarked, he’d spent several years in Sweden, Norse history was an interesting subject but he’d already bragged enough about himself. “there’s another Norse shifter in the city. Fenrir. He might have more answers for you.” The reaper had known the man when he came back across the veil, the way Phoenix and Nemea flocked to him - it was easy to place what had happened. “While I’ve never met a glory hole I didn’t like, I was thinking something more... Romantic?” The idea of going to the baths with Ariston was an interesting idea, but Emre was thinking something a bit more romantic than a room full of desperate and sweaty men. At least the two of them would probably be popular there. Emre smiled, “We can always hit up the bathhouse afterwards though.” 

[emrexbasak]

@peirasmcs​

“You’re an oneiroi.” Emre commented, “I’d only ever read of your kind before today.” The spirit remarked at the other, the reaper had felt himself almost drawn to the prolific dreamer- but why that was Emre could only speculate. Blue eyes surveyed the polished deck, the gleaming fixtures, the impeccably dressed but tired looking staff that milled about. “And you what, just tut this thing all over the world all year round?”

[emrexbasak]

@callypso​

“And you’re how old?” Emre asked, picking up their conversation as he wandered the deck of the woman’s ship. Hardwood creaked beneath combat boots as he took in the hefty mast, he’d always assumed that his life would end within -at most- a century or two. Loopholes made sense considering the nature of their existence, but still, Emre did not want immortality. Eternity as a ferryman of souls felt like its own sort of punishment. “Fucking hell.”

[emrexbasak]

kitxberker​:

@corinthbaystarters

Bolts of agonizing pain wrack through Kit’s body sending him stumbling over, grasping onto whatever surface he could keep himself up. The full moon was still a few nights away and he could already start to feel the mystifying pull. The beasts will only grew stronger as the current waxing moon rose higher into the rapidly darkening sky. “Shit,” his voice was shaky, but thankfully still human. He still had time to get the hell out of there, he’d been working with the animals, about to head back inside to grab some dinner and go to sleep. The last thing he needed was to shift in the barn and take out the homesteads animals. Pushing open the doors to the stable and closing them quickly behind him, he took off into the country side, trying to get as far as he could from the farm before it took over. 

Grabbing at his pants, he pulled them off as if they were burning him, standing naked in the night air Kit gasped. He fell to his knees and then forward on his hands, trying to master his torment; but it’s no use. A crack, a branch snapping, leaves rustling. No. Someone was there, someone was coming, eyes already a starling yellow, claws replaced fingers and a wolf snout started protruding where his face should be, skin ripping, bones breaking. Painful cries turned into snarls. An inhuman voice growled from the back of his throat before the transformation was complete. “Get out of here!” but before long, the young man had disappeared in a mess of skin and blood, a beast stood instead, lapping blood off its chops. 

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A naked man running scared through the woods was really none of Emre’s business, and yet there he stood not far from the man who looked to be going through something painful. Werewolf the once-witch thought aptly as cold, blue eyes raked over the crumpled form of the man who was clearly losing control of himself. Fast. It looked painful and wasn’t like anything that Emre could say he’d seen firsthand before. He’d heard stories of course, but to a werewolf in the throws of a shift firsthand was another thing entirely. “You can’t hurt me.” Emre commented simply, pain wasn’t something the reaper was concerned with anymore. His physical body was buried in a graveyard not far from here. This was bothersome but the reaper supposed he should stick around to make sure the wolf didn’t hurt anyone. A ferryman of souls, Emre had escorted enough people lately who claimed to have been attacked by a wild animals and giant wolves. If he let this one run wild then it would only mean more work down the road for him and his kind. Emre laid hands on the wolf and spirited them away, far, remote. Hours from any civilization. Then he took a few steps back, he’d feel bad if he just left him out here. “Um, good boy?”

[emrexbasak]

andersxlykos​:

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Anders frowned, “I mean, it’s an Airbnb, it’s not that bad.” He nodded after a second, deciding that it would just be him now. The only company he got was his aunt or the housekeeper Dante had hired. It felt nice to actually be needed for once, and despite that they no longer had a romantic relationship, Anders still held Emre close to his now undead heart. He took the keys, “I was looking for these,” he murmured, surprised as to where they were before he followed after the reaper. “So is this like a permanent place then? You want to live here?”

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“I’ve been seeing someone for a few months now.” Emre commented, “He lives with his brother so between our living situations it’s hard to get some time alone.” The reaper house was getting crowded too, it had been nice at first being around people who were going through or had gone through the same thing as him but Emre had been living there for over a year now. He was adjusted and it felt like it was time to move on. The reaper could go anywhere in an instant, but he liked Greece, and with Ariston he had good reason to stay. “It feels like the right time, you’ve been in Corinth just as long as me. Aren’t you tired of living in someone else’s space?”

[emrexbasak]

andersxlykos​:

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Anders huffed out a laugh, “You mean you’re not excited about that?” He couldn’t blame the other, and for once, a pang of loneliness hit him. “You can stay with me, you know. Ain’t a lot here, but I don’t take up that much space. It’s not even – well, none of this stuff is mine. I just rented the place,” he admitted, looking over at Emre. “Or if you really want my help, then fine, let’s go, yeah?”

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“Stay here?” Emre asked, not wanting to sound rude but the place was kind of a dump. “No, no. I want my own space. Or uh, at least a space I like.” The reaper said simply, though maybe living together wasn’t the worst idea. Emre hadn’t considered a roommate but it really looked like Anders needed him more than the reaper needed to live with the vampire. “I value your opinion, so come on.” Emre opened the front door to see the keys sitting in the lock still, he tossed them towards Anders. “First appointment is in ten minutes.”

[emrexbasak]

aristondiakos​:

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Ari leans into Emre’s touch, a smile playing on his face as his boyfriend’s lips press against his skin. “Neither did I, really. It was kind of a rash decision.” Hopefully one that he wouldn’t come to regret, but so far, that hasn’t been the case. It’s a careful tiptoe back into his studies, rather than a full on dive, but he thinks that’s the best way to approach this situation. Even if it’s a slow progress, at least it is progression, or so Ari figures. “I missed the cutoff, technically, but the professors were willing to work with me on it.” He’s grateful for that, honestly, rather than being forced to wait for the next semester. His body twists in the bed, in order to face Emre, where the reaper lounges at his side. “History, right now. Maybe literature later. As far away from business and law as I can possibly get.”

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“Oh really, history? What area?” Emre was interested now, “I studied history, classics mostly. And math, art, engineering. Magical theory.” The reaper bragged, a smile on his lips as he did. Though truthfully it all felt useless and irrelevant now. A collection of accolades and he was the reaper house’s glorified handyman. Somehow he could see Ariston a couple decades from now, a scruff of a beard on his face, salt and pepper decorating a receding hairline. A disheveled tie marked the future historian as professional but still unwilling to take himself overly serious. “I think the socials suit you,” even though someday Emre might not. The eternally young reaper would have to watch as Ariston eventually became recognized for his work, as he grew into his profession, as he got older and perhaps wanted more from his life than someone who could never change. “I’m happy for you, we should celebrate. It’ll be one year since I stopped your face from getting blow off soon enough.”

[emrexbasak]

aristondiakos​:

“I started taking classes at the university.” Ari announces, half dressed and sitting on Emre’s bed. It’s a weird sort of pride he feels about the decision, rather than the dread and outright panic even the thought of such a thing used to send him into, and it’s something he wants to share with his boyfriend. “It’s not much, just a few courses, but… I don’t know, I felt like maybe it was time to try again.” Maybe he wants to do more with his life now, than just waiting for each day to pass to the next. Ari has spent so long merely surviving, but now it feels like he’s been given the chance to try and start actually living. And it’s something that he wants. “I doubt it can go any worse than the first time, at least,” he attempts to joke, a halfhearted laugh leaving his lips. ( @emrexbasak​ )

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Arms wound around Ariston’s exposed midsection as Emre sat behind him and pressed cool lips to the curve of the shifter’s warm skin. Apartment hunting hadn’t gone all that great, but the reaper had a few places in mind now. Soon. In the distance Paloma’s EDM shook the portraits that Emre had sketched that hung still to the wall. Different forms and shapes, lots of Ariston - his hands, his eyes, his lips, the bend of his nose, the sharpness of his cheeks. Places that Emre had come to memorize and replicate time and time again whenever he got bored. “I didn’t even know you were thinking about going back.” Emre said, pleased to hear that Ariston was finding a sense of direction - this change looked good on him. It was clear that the shifter was more self-assured, and more confident. It was sexy. Emre let go of the other and laid down lazily on his side, head propped up in his hand, “Well don’t keep me in suspense, what are you taking?”

[emrexbasak]

beau-zale​:

“With everything going on, I can’t say I didn’t think someone was making minions. The vampires have a cult, the witches have a coven, furies are furies, the wolves have a pack, those rifts all got outed at once, we have a frat house…” Beau rattles off the factions, brow furrowed in thought as he paces the floor a bit more. He stops short of Emre, arms still over his chest. “You don’t think they’re in any trouble do you? You can’t just say that, I have a house full of reaper babies to take care of.” One of his hands splays against his chest, clutching lightly at the strand of black pearls there. “Maybe I’ll find this gene guy, ask him what the hell is up.”

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“We’re dead Beau. You worry too much.” Emre said simply, what could someone really do to any of them? They couldn’t feel pain and they were already dead. It was the world that feared their approach, not the other way around. “All I know is Atropos keeps bringing more of us here, something has to be coming right? Something big.” Why else would so many reapers inherently gather in one place, maybe the world was ending. That might spice things up a bit. “I’ve been looking for an apartment recently, Ariston wants to have sex somewhere that isn’t a frat house, And... Well, I think it’s time.” 

[emrexbasak]

mateoaguilars​:

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“Guess that means I’ll have to throw the whole damn thing away.” Mateo sighed, leaning dramatically in the high backed chair. “Do you know where to get new rugs then, at least?” He already had half a mind to order a cleaning service to give the place a thorough cleaning— the floorboards could use a hearty coating of bleach to rid them of whatever DNA clung in the wood fibres, and he had no aspirations to scrub them out himself. He’d seen CSI, even the most thorough of jobs didn’t seem to hide every sin. “I’ve never stayed in one place that long,” he admitted, though that had to be attributed to his youth as well. “But I like this house, or you know, just having a house– it feel permanent. Maybe she’ll just give it to me in the end.”

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“That I do.” Emre answered candidly, “You going to be able to keep the new one clean?” The reaper asked, an easy smirk on his lips as it seemed a wasted effort to have something replaced if it was just going to get ruined again. “Maybe you should dedicate a wing of the house to uh - debauchery so you don’t ruin the next one.” Mateo’s words felt oddly sentimental but truthfully Emre could relate, he wasn’t as old as Mateo but ever since the reaper left home he’d avoided staying in one place for too long. Corinth, Haljesta, Turkey - nowhere was right forever. But here he was in Greece again, looking at places. “It suits you.” Emre commented after a beat, “This place, this city. You do well here I think.”

[emrexbasak]

andersxlykos​:

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Anders picked up the first shirt in his drawer, pulling it on and glancing at the reaper. “You’re moving? Why? Where are you looking?” He idly wondered with whom, too, so he would wait a few seconds to ask that question. “I haven’t been able to find my house keys. Gotta find ‘em before we leave.”

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“I live in a glorified frat house with about a half dozen other reapers.” Emre said as he ran a tired hand over his face, “I need space.” It had made sense at first when Emre was freshly kept from the grave. He was in mourning for his old life and who better to provide a sense of comfort than those who had been through the same ordeal. “I have a few apartments picked out, but I need help narrowing them down.” The reaper added before he started going through the process of looking for the man’s keys, because truly they could be anywhere. Emre started with the kitchen. 

[emrexbasak]

aristondiakos​:

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He isn’t looking for a response, that’s not why Ari said it. The shifter has no desire for validation, to hear that Emre shares in his feelings, even though the words would be nice. But he would never presume to ask for more of him than Emre is willing to give, and in the end, he only wished to make his own feelings known. It’s something that’s sat inside his chest for awhile now, mistaken for butterflies for the longest time, before he realized that it ran deeper than that. Ari has no experience with love, with even having a real relationship before, but he’s certain that this is what it is, what it must be. Because there’s no other way to explain the way that he feels when he’s with the reaper. The smile he offers is small, a tug at the corners of his lips as he leans to kiss Emre. “It’s okay,” he says quietly. It’s okay if he can’t say it, if he doesn’t feel it, if he never will and this is all it will be. Ari will take what he can get, what he is given freely, without complaint. It is enough to have Emre in his life, and he is happy with that. “Let’s go,” he nods, his smile growing fuller again as the reaper grabs hold of his waist, and Ariston leans in closer. He’s still standing bare, the clothes he had carefully removed forgotten behind him as he holds onto the other man closely. 

-

Playing it off like Ariston’s words were no big deal came easy to Emre, but the truth was they settled in his stomach like a boulder. It rocked back and forth and threatened to unsettle him with the slightest movement. Instead of worrying about what might be, or what presently was, Emre opted to distract himself instead - and hopefully Ariston in the process. The reaper’s cold hands held the shifter at the waist as their lips connected, in one instance they were outside and then in the next they were pulled from where they were alone outside to the privacy of Emre’s room in the reaper house. Downstairs someone was banging a drum kit, loudly, and badly and providing further reason for why Emre needed to find his own place. 

[emrexbasak]

beau-zale​:

“What the fuck, am I right?” He’s dealt with a lot of weird shit, arguably the idea that he’s alive and doing the job he is doing, is a pretty weird thing. But he’d never heard of shifters just sort of appearing in such a way, through a bloodline. Beau lets out a sigh and reaches to run a hand through the front of his hair before he’s giving a shrug of his shoulders. “And what do you make of it all? Do you think it’s suspicious or just another fucking weird thing we have to deal with?” It’s sort of funny to be kind of asking Emre for advice, and yet, he valued the other reaper’s opinion, he trusted him more than most people.

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“It’s anyone’s guess, really.” Emre said, he’d put a degree of thought towards the situation but as of yet hadn’t voiced anything. Not to anyone, least of all to Ariston. “If I were an ancient power with an agenda who was rekindling a dormant gene, I might be trying to raise an army.” It was worrying to think about, there was no real telling how much of this original wyvern’s power was inside Ariston and apparently Henry and what that could mean for the newly-made shifters. “But, maybe he was just lonely.” 

[emrexbasak]

mateoaguilars​:

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Mateo tipped back his drink thirstily, and though the vampire had little need for the effects of a drink, he swallowed down a mouthful, mixing whiskey with the coppery taste of blood. “Do you think that’ll stain?” He asked idly, gesturing towards the cream coloured carpet fringe, now a horrific shade of scarlet. It would be a shame to throw it away, but asking someone to come in and clean it without asking questions was going to require an awful lot of effort and compulsion. The mention of Ana made his shoulder raise. “She wanted to go spend time with her phoenix husband before he kicked it, I guess.” Mateo had liked Lucas and the words felt uncharacteristically cold, but in truth, he was still sour that she had left— even if that meant he had possession of such a house now. “I think she said she’d be back one of these days, but you know, that could mean anything.”

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“Fuck do I know about stain removal?” He figured if you had to ask, then probably, yes. The carpet practically squished with how much blood had soaked into it. The place looked as though it had been turned on its head, the true vampire frat house from any cliche novelty horror franchise. “Sounds awful.” Marriage, his only example of a couple that was still married had been his parents and they were hardly something to aspire to. A vampire and a phoenix, one of those two either had to be a magnificent liar while the other had to be painfully naive for that to even work. “Hopefully that buys you a few centuries anyways. Vampiric honeymoons and all that.”