Anerrhíphthō kýbos

Let the die be cast. Felix – 2,466 – Faerie

[felixdrakos]

montykirshbaum:

“You’d think that I’m old enough to withstand a little shape shifting,” Monty said, sucking air from between his teeth. He enjoyed the ability to change his appearance at whim too much to ever truly settle into his natural features: at this point, glamour was like putting makeup on in the morning, it was the equivalent of war paint. “I’ve seen that dog walk into a glass wall three times in the span of ten minutes, I think you knocked something loose in his head.” The fae twisted a lock of hair around his finger, humming as though he was truly considering it. “Maybe I’ll try teal for the summer.” Monty’s attention turned fully to Felix and he grinned, twining his arm through his husband’s. “My favourite kind of blonde is bottled. Where was this breakfast place again?”

Felix gave a wry smile, “If we could shape shift, I don’t think we’d ever have to worry about anything ever again. We can only glamour so much, but I don’t really have that problem,” he joked, pushing his hands into his pockets. Granted, he wasn’t exactly fit to fight vampires again – they’d eat him alive. “No, no. The puppy is fine. Don’t worry about him so much,” he waved his hand, fully content with thinking the dog was just fine. “Teal?” he echoed, looking over at Monty’s hair with a frown, “Dear gods, please don’t. I’ll have to file for divorce.”

[felixdrakos]

montykirshbaum:

Monty tilted his head as he studied his own reflection, tweaking his eyes to make them wider, impossibly doll-like. He laughed, letting the glamour melt away into his own features. They had the ability to be whomever they wished, he sharpened his jaw, made the green in his eyes more vibrant. “It’s almost spring, I was trying out something new.” He raked his free hand through long dark locks, glancing over at Felix with a smirk tugging at his lips. “Do gentlemen prefer blondes?”

Felix gave a wry smile, features flashing back into his normal ones as he walked. “Too much glamour will give you dizziness. But hey, Chachki turned out okay. And you were worried.” He hadn’t really known the effect of glamour on yappy dogs, but his only intent had been for comfort – it was amusing the way the little thing reacted. “Why don’t you dye your hair purple. Maybe then you’ll get the look you’re going for. Does anyone ever really prefer blondes?”

[felixdrakos]

montykirshbaum:

“Kostas Kirschbaum sounds like my cup of tea,” Monty returned, winking at a blonde girl who stared a little too intensely as they strode out of the cafe. She flushed, a brilliant red hue before glancing back down at her shoes. Despite himself, the fae’s chest rumbled with laughter, before he leaned back into Felix’s side, pressing his lips to the other man’s cheek. Fingers sought out the cup, tugging it back into his possession before stepping to match the other’s stride. “What would I even sell? Colour changing t-shirts?” He snorted, “I love her, she’s like the big sister I never had. She knows everything.” Monty considered, shrugging a shoulder. “That’s the beauty of our lives, you can be whoever it is you want to be.”

“Ugh. Dreadful,” Felix mocked in some posh accent, though his smile remained even as they leisured along the sidewalk. It was strange, for him. Two thousand plus years of never really imagining what this felt like. Despite that, he was far too enamored to think twice about it. The faerie couldn’t imagine his life without Monty in it. “Stop laughing at people. It’s only fun when we make them miserable,” he teased, imposing his own glamour upon Monty as he created a mirror image of his husband, “This is what you look like today. What’s with the blonde?”

[felixdrakos]

montykirshbaum:

“Kostas,” Monty cooed, rolling the syllables on his tongue dramatically. “That’s dramatic as fuck, I love it.” Montgomery was a spur of the moment decision, a name picked from a hat, but like most things– it was grew on him. “We can make up whatever name we want, you know. Do you want to be the Joneses’ like them?” His thumb jerked towards a nondescript couple that walked by, unaware of his teasing. “You never know with those caldron types.” He stepped behind Felix, waltzing to the counter. “I ordered ahead, don’t you love technology?” In the months that they had been in Ashbourne, he had taken it upon himself to learn how to use a phone– now, he found himself obsessed with it. His coffee appeared and he grabbed it, blowing a kiss in thanks before offering it up to Felix. “Want some?”

“You like it? Kostas Drakos? And I thought Felix was a bit much. But you liked Felix so I guess I should just keep that.” He grinned slightly, taking the coffee with a hum. “I’ll give it back for a kiss,” he held it out of Monty’s reach as he walked towards the exit of the Starbucks. “You and technology. Let me guess - are you going to make your own online store next? I’m still slightly creeped out by Alexa. She knows when we’re home and as if we need another reason to hear someone laugh. That was creepy,” he gave a half smile, finally handing Monty the coffee back, “I’ve been Felix for a long time - think I should go by something else eventually?”

[felixdrakos]

montykirshbaum:

“Dragon,” Monty repeated, wrinkling his nose. “How butch.” He touched at his chest, “My fake one goes back to when our little old language was created.” A smile touched at his features, carving his face in half. “It means cherry tree, you know.” It was a tribute to his real name, Holzapfel and had prompted every fake surname that he took on to be themed towards nature. “Son of Eryx.” He shook his head, “I’d be son of Helmut, which isn’t nearly as glamorous.” Monty tilted his head, casting a theatrical exasperated look in Felix’s direction. “You know I can’t go this long without caffeine. We have to make a pit stop.” He gestured towards the green mermaid above a store, “I’d say that this was the best of mankind’s inventions, but I’m fairly certain that the founder of Starbucks was a witch.”

“No, how Greek. I could’ve given myself a name like Kostas...or Demetrios. Fit in with the rest of the Greeks who became utterly obsessed with those names. But fine, hate on it and we’ll stay the cherry tree couple. How gay.” Felix smiled a little more, following his gaze to the Starbucks, “Probably. Or a drug addict.” He intertwined their fingers, pulling Monty into the coffee store. It was hard not to be amused at how many looks they drew – the presence of two faeries had to be torture on poor humans. Nevertheless, that made it easy to skip to the front of the line. 

[felixdrakos]

montykirshbaum:

@felixdrakos

“I think,” Monty said boisterously, knocking into Felix’s side as they walked down the street, “We agreed that you would be taking my name– Felix Kirschbaum just sounds so right.” He twisted the ring around his finger, a beautiful construction of copper and fine etching. It was something that he no longer took off, flashing it obnoxiously and unnecessarily when he reached for anything. Glamour had shifted his appearance today to make his hair a little blonder, his cheekbones higher and eyes more catlike; it felt like summer and he wanted to look the part. Breaking his train of thought, the faerie craned his neck, glancing up the busy street to read the signs. “Where was that coffee place again?”

Felix easily went as Monty knocked into him, his hands in his pockets even as he rolled his eyes. Though the smile on his face had been permanent for a while. “Just because I technically don’t have a last name doesn’t mean I need to take...whatever that mess of a German name is. Drakos is nice and Greek and means dragon. You can’t beat my fake last name. Unless we both want to be son of Eryx, then we might just have to make up a better one,” he goaded, not entirely minding any name that was chosen. "Though I rock that last name better than you ever will,” he teased, stopping to stand in front of Monty’s vision, “Now you want coffee? I thought we were going for French Toast?”

[jimmysea]

#from hottie to dorkie in 0,02 seconds #when will your fave ever

[thelovejournals]

You are a language I am no longer fluent in but still remember how to read.

Ashe Vernon (via thelovejournals)

@felixdrakos

[milkeas]

How to start your day like a VIP ft. Matthew Daddario.

“I’m here at the Gent to show you a little bit about how I start my day. So I’ll wake up, go brush my teeth, wash my face, apply some fragrance. If I’m heading out, I want to smell something refreshing, something light. Something that makes me feel like I’m stepping out into the sun, I’m stepping out in my day. If you get up early enough that the rest of the city isn’t awake yet, you feel like it’s all there for you kind of waiting. That feeling is amazing.”

[felixdrakos]

montykirshbaum:

“Sounds like an excuse,” Monty crooned, twining his fingers through Felix’s as they sat in the other fae’s lap. He had little interest in learning more languages, there was some truth in being old and adverse to change, he nearly laughed aloud at the thought of his taking up Rosetta Stone to be conversational in Greek again.

“Gotta throw in a Gretel, or my mother will be pissed– but there should be enough kids to make everyone happy with the naming.” It was a joke still, he wondered if Felix was actually serious, if they would actually work at filling their large home with the laughter and rambunctious tumbling of children. Somehow, his fingers had found their way to the shiny button at the top of Felix’s jeans, working at it now– “I definitely do.”

Felix wrinkled his nose to hide a smile, bumping said nose against Monty’s as he gave him another kiss. If they didn’t have lives, Felix would insist that they stay like this for the rest of eternity; blissfully happy surrounded by a house with children. Granted, the sadness surrounding that was without another fae, they’d bury all their children eventually.

“A Gretel?” Felix laughed, “I draw the line there. No more names from your side of the family,” he teased, leaning back a little more as Monty worked at his pants, “Monty–” he brushed his thumbs over the other fae’s cheek bones, “I love you. If you want that, I want that.”

[felixdrakos]

montykirshbaum:

“I’d say the same about your German, but honestly babe– yours is just garbage.” Monty grinned widely, tipping his chin up to meet the kiss, deepening it with lidded eyes. How fateful it had been, his trip to the Americas; he inhaled deeply as though he had to memorize every aspect of the moment. Cologne clung to Felix’s warm skin, the gingerbread smelled sweet beside them. In years to pass, he’d associate such memories to home.

“Or Mack.” It wasn’t funny but Monty still cracked a smile. “Hey Mack, can you grab me a fork? Tragic.” His words faltered at the lingering fingertips down his chest, and grey eyes flicked up to meet Felix’s mischievous ones. “You’re insatiable,” he commented, pressing his lips to the hard angle of the other fae’s jaw.

“In my defense, the last time I learned German was in...1911 or whatever it was. And I learned the current day version. Not as easy.” Greek and its alphabet was difficult enough, but he smirked anyway, “Well I am not going to argue. You tried and that was cute enough,” he joked, keeping his hands where they were.

“Mack? How about...Hank. Are these our ten children’s new names? All will be versions of George, Hank, and Mack?” Felix laughed, closing his eyes as he hummed, the feel of Monty’s lips against his skin filling him with content. It was somewhat scary for him, but he was dedicated to defending Monty’s life with his own, “Am I? I thought you liked it,” he smirked.

[felixdrakos]

montykirshbaum:

Monty stumbled over the name at first, the syllables and accent as foreign on a tongue used to the heaviness of his native tongue. It was musical, he glanced up at Felix’s bright eyes– it suited him as well.  He laughed lightly at this, his admittance at being terrible with language. He was so used to filling spaces with the depth of language, babbling to close up gaps. It startled him to know that he had so little to say. “I love you.”

It was a quiet utterance, more powerful than the name that Felix now possessed. His heart held more value than his free will. “It was a different time. There’s fae out there with names like George. Isn’t that horrible?”

Felix couldn’t help the grin when he listened to Monty speak his name, something that he’d never actually heard uttered aloud in the past two thousand years, “I forgot how cute you sound when you try and speak Greek,” he crooned, a smirk on his face as he pulled Monty forward again, meeting his i love you with a kiss.

“Could you imagine? The power of a true name resting in....George,” he teased, sliding his hands up the front of Monty’s shirt to rest on bare skin.

[felixdrakos]

montykirshbaum:

“I wonder if I’d be better off if you didn’t know,” Monty purred in response, grey eyes hidden as he closed them. There was a warmth, something easy between them, he wondered what would happen if he let the words spill from his lips. He was certain that they would tumble towards welcome ears, a quiet whisper. I love you, I love you, I love you.

“I got two, of course.” He tipped his head, “Eryx. Now that’s a name.” Montgomery grinned widely, trying to imagine a younger version of the man before him– but nothing came. He was immortal, forever in the same skin, beautiful as he was. “Andrebis,” he said, before he could think. Seven hundred years it had remained silent, hardly touched in the back of his mind. “It’s Andrebis.”

“Andrebis,” Felix repeated the name like it was precious – since it was, to him. He brushed his thumb over Monty’s cheek, a crooked smile on his face, “My father was Eryx. Very, very Greek,” he gave a small smile, realizing the weight of their conversation. He wanted Monty to feel at ease, though he knew what kind of weight this held, “Xanthos,” he said slowly, “That’s it. Just a word,” he pulled Monty into a hard kiss, getting even closer if possible. “I don’t always do good with words, y’know. Despite being so old. But I mean what I say – I love you.”

It was somewhat nerve-racking for someone like Felix, though he knew it must’ve been the same for his companion, “My heart is always yours, Andrebis,” he crooned, a grin on his face at the name, “So medieval.”

[bridgetmylittlepuppy]

[a-painintheneck]

@felixdrakos

[felixdrakos]

montykirshbaum:

“This world’s too beautiful to keep hidden from,” he said with a smile of his own, filling the half that Felix’s lacked. “They might be happy with their little corner of paradise, I still had to go and find mine.” Monty leaned up, pressing his lips to the corner of the other fae’s mouth. “That’s fucking cheesy, but whatever.” 

The question prompted a groan from him, and Monty shook his head. “It’s like– medieval.”

Felix laughed, gripping Monty’s shirt a little tighter before turning his head to turn it into a deep kiss, “Definitely fucking cheesy. But that’s fine. I know you love me,” he hummed, pulling away from the kiss and raising his eyebrows. “Really. So...I’ll take that as a one?”

The idea of a medieval name for Monty only made Felix keep laughing, rubbing a hand over his jaw to try and stop his smile, “Talk about embarrassing. Mine is a single name. We didn’t use last names too often, you know. Would’ve just been...Felix, son of Eryx. Classic.”

[felixdrakos]

montykirshbaum:

“I was kind of sheltered,” Monty said, passing off a smile. “I didn’t really know fear until it counted.” Perhaps it explained his lack of terror in the presence of the things that wished to eat him, his confidence had been brewed over hundreds of years of ignorance.

“Classic names that they’ll never have to tell anyone. And maybe a Christopher.”

Felix gave a half smile, “Well – why discover it if you can remain hidden? Your parents have hid out long enough and it seems to have worked out,” he teased, though his smile was brief. He wasn’t sure how much longer faeries would be around, anyway. Vampires had little to no care for preservation, simply because it wasn’t their race dying out. All of them were worthless – Felix couldn’t think of a single vampire he’d save in his life. Even the ones he’d come to love.

“Classic? On a scale of one to ten, how bad is your true name?”

[daddariodaily]

“I’ve never really worked out,” the New York City native claims. “I always just played sports.” While he counts basketball and baseball among his favorites to watch, Daddario says, “I can’t stop myself” when he’s the one on the court or field. “I can go for three hours playing sports,” he says. “But if I’m just running or something, 20 minutes later, I’m like, this is boring. But if I’m playing, it goes until I’m injured.”