Icarus is flying too close to the sun

Rhysand "Rhys" Terrella 900 year old Imp "We speak in codes and no one knows, because we're living a double life."

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bexley-adger:

“Well good for you being all honest and shit.” Bex had no ill feelings toward him, no, but she also had feelings and that was a no no. She never could afford to get too attached. Running was her best bet in the end, though clearly she had done some harm.  She ordered herself another drink, a little strawberry number, and sipped it when he was speaking again. “Got to do something with this pretty face don’t I? What’s your profession now?”

           “You should try it sometime.” Rhys snapped back a little too quickly as his gaze quickly dropped and he forced his eyes to focus on the glass he was holding tightly in his hands. Taking a moment to himself, the paramedic downed the beer before signalling the bartender for another one as his eyes still avoided looking directly at her. “You could do so much more, but you already know that. Same as it was before, Bex. You know, paramedic and everything that goes along with it.” 

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ileanavasile:

               “Uh, yeah well, considering I wasn’t really saying it to you, I feel like I can decla—” As she spoke, Ileana turned around; her light hues not focused on anything before landing upon the sight of an expected and familiar face. Catching sight of the male caused her to pause her speech and drop her jaw in shock. “My God… fate sure does have a weird way of playing out.”

                     “Fate. Or I heard it through the grapevine that you were here and figured it was time for a little catch up.” he responded nonchalantly to the imp that he hadn’t seen in almost a hundred years; she had seemed to enjoy Rhys’ company --- Rhysand, not so much.  

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lcxieruiz:

“— Lucky for you, and this other person, it hasn’t yet reached horribly wrong. But it’s definitely going to need a bit of work before it’s properly running again.”

                “And I will repay you in any way that you want for doing said work. If that’s what you’re offering, otherwise I might be screwed.”

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greyson-roberts:

“What can I say? It’s all in the writing.”

               “Anyone ever told you to read between the lines?”

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hopehasfallen:

“I don’t think it’s bold at all, every ballerina knows Natalie Portman didn’t do all that dancing in Black Swan. The basic stuff? maybe but any intense technical moves and all the close ups of her en pointe were definitely a double.”

                 “Think I was giving her the benefit of the doubt for the most part, but you’ve just gone and blown all of that away. Didn’t realize I was talking to such an expert; would have kept my mouth shut otherwise.”

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christian-shaw:

“Hey, at least I’m not the only one.”

          “Maybe there’s some sort of newbie’s anonymous that we can sign up to; meet some people.”

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sigrid-carmikael:

“Like you haven’t said it a dozen times before–– the 20s were overrated.”

             “I haven’t said that once in my entire life. If I recall, the Twenties were ---- prohibition, flappers, sneaking around. Don’t tell me you didn’t have a blast.”

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blair-dimitra:

“Bold statement? This beer sucks. That’s nothing outrageous.”

                “According to the menu its been voted the best beer around five years running. So yeah, I consider that a bold statement.”

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kxrenza:

“Nothing wrong with saying I hate hockey, buddy. I’m not all the way patriotic Canadian. I could shock you some more, by saying I hate maple syrup, unless it’s from Vermont.”

                  “The maple syrup comment is definitely shocking and now I’m struggling to believe that you’re Canadian. But I’ll also bite ---- what’s so different about Vermont’s syrup?” 

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grahamxharper:

“Right– so you think bacon soup sounds good?”

             “Anything bacon sounds good to me, especially coming off of a fourteen hour shift.”

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caelxmercer:

Cael coughed to hide his smile, “Who? Me? I was just saying – Do you have to dress like you’re from the 90′s?”

              “Yes, you.” the Imp stated while pointing his index finger at the warlock while sighing slightly to hide his amusement at his friend’s comment. “There has to be better things to complain about, Cael. My fashion choices are low on the list.”

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lailarenaud:

“I don’t know what else to tell you,” Laila replied, sipping at her drink. “Beer’s fuckin’ gross.”

                 “Fucking gross.” he repeated her words as he laughed breathlessly before taking a large sip of his beer. “Seeing as my first drink of choice has just been ridiculed, what’s yours?”

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bexley-adger:

“Ouch, I deserved that one, sure. You’re pretty salty these days, huh?” Bex clicked one more time on her game before laying her phone down and turned her attention to him. Didn’t matter? Well then. “Playing the secrets game. Cool cool. You should totes come by the scarlet moon.” A jab in her own right knowing she had voided the job prospect at some odd point or another. Not all men liked the thought. Especially not when she had been his girlfriend at that point. Oops.

               “ ---- You did, but I’m not going to sound like a broken record; just had to get that out.” he told her as his drink finally arrived and so Rhys wasted a few moments drinking deeply, savoring the taste of the beer before setting the glass down as she shot one right back; apparently some things never changed. “This isn’t exactly normal and when I came here for a fresh start, I thought it would be just that so give me a moment ----- so, that’s what you’re doing with your life then, huh?” and no, he wouldn’t hide the clear disappointment that laced his words.  

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            “You can’t just declare something like that and expect me to say nothing. Pretty bold statement.” 

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bexley-adger:

Bex knew him, without a shadow of a doubt. Smug bastard. She had done the deed and ditched, but with a few more emotional attachments much to her dismay. God, why had she done that? Right. For Pax. Stability. Shit. “I know who you are,” she quickly pointed out. “Question is, how did we both end up in the same shithole small town? If you bring up fate I might have to punch you, Rhys. And for gods sake sit down-you looming makes me antsy.”

              There was the smallest of frowns that seemed to appear on his features as the imp moved to sit himself down beside Bexley before turning his attention over to the bartender for a moment. At her question, well, he shrugged slightly while waiting for his drink, only slowly allowing his gaze to drift over to where she sat. “Needed a change of scenery and hey, you’d know all about that, right?” of course he was going to take a small dig considering the circumstances and hey, at the time it was just another person, playing the same role; at least now he got to play the victim. “You know --- actually, no, it doesn’t matter.”

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bexley-adger:

@imprhys

A good cold drink after a nights shift at the scarlet moon was sooo called for. She was enjoying while playing some silly game on her pone when she heard someone clear their throat. “Hold your horses-” Lifting her gaze, she swore she might have toppled out of her seat. Ah, fuck. She knew she would run into his sorry ass at some point, but now? There he was with that sexy hero hair of his and she was trapped. “Shit, it’s you.”

                   Three weeks at playing human and Rhys was already lost to it. This is how it went, and already scattered around town were people who he had assumed different identifies with, and yet the mortal shell of Rhys Terrella was the one the imp so effortlessly slipped back into. It was this version of himself that had at one point in time been in, well, a relationship with the woman who he spotted sitting alone the bar; Red Creek never failed to deliver. “Rhys.” he replied under the weight of a small yet polite smile, hands stuffed in his pocket as he looked at the woman who had actually left him back in Ohio. How strange. “Or have you forgotten my name already?”