ACT II, STRONG

[   ...   ] 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 — 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙊𝙃 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙏𝙃 𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙎 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉. .  

[ischyros]

#𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙃𝙔𝙍𝙊𝙎   :     independent   &&   highly  selective  multi  -  muse.         mostly  for  my  friends  only,   thus  i  won’t  be  following  everyone  back.      written  poorly  by  nyx  ,    29  ,    she  /  her  ,   uk / gmt.      

   starter  calls  will  be  rare  on  this  blog,   meme’s  will  be  used  for  interactions      --            slow  replies  ,    queue  is  heavily  utilized.      re - est.    november   2021.  

 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗦  !   -   carrd.    /    thread tracker.    /    meme  tag.    /    self  promo.

[ischyros]

SO IM OVER HERE @fatestruth

thanks to tumblr shadowblocking me I will PROBABLY repost all the drafts posted here,  just for the sake of my tracker.  as yeah nothing is registering on this blog at all - nik said she cant see my replies in her activity so yeah they’re getting reposted

 so erm,  if you’ve drafted them....please ignore it ://

[ischyros]

ischyros​:

my brain :  oh okay lets do bios today me :  so does that mean we’re finally going to untangle how Safiya is ‘controller of history’ and how Annabelle is ‘controller of the balance’ in my new lore my brain :  brain.exe has stopped working

….

me: ….. lovely

also my brain : comes up with a bajillion au’s in the space of five minutes.  as well as four new muses :/

me :  will you please just concentrate on one thing at a time. aka helping me to build lores !!

[ischyros]

KARINA   STORMBORNE     gets    :    a  old  meme. ↳     “  ▶️  ”    ——    @inmortaels​.

   𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒  ;       around him.      (   𝘯𝘰  𝘰𝘯𝘦  𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘰𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦  𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳  𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳  𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 .   )          by his side   ;    Karina was observing the crowd too.    the two of them waiting or the appearance of their target.    of the man who wouldn’t see another sunrise by the time the two of them were done.    but right now,   the party was otherwise a cover,   the two of them acting like a rich couple who’d come to rub shoulders with others who were like them.   and Oh Jules hated it,   hated the stuck up personalities that surrounded him.   but it was what it was.

   the only upside      —      was the fun he was having.    fun that didn’t consist of the party      [  .  .  .  ]      but just the women next to him.    he feels her fingers tighten on his arm,    the sharpness of her nails cutting through the material of his jacket.    and it causes his lips to hitch in a smirk,   his thumb circling slowly across the button in his hand.   upping the game,   as well as upping the vibrations on the toy she was currently wearing.    one he’d told her she couldn’t remove under any circumstances.    and oh right now it led to him being amused as hell.

   circling her waist   ;   he leads her through the throng of people     [  .  .  .  ]     fake pleasantries dripping off his tongue.   as he purposely talks to more and more people.   creating a large group of them around him,   as he continues to mess with the pulsing vibrations.   his ears picking up on the change in her breathing,   eyes watching as a flush dances across her skin.   her shaky words explaining it away on heat.    but oh the beast inside of him,   enjoyed the way she was barely keeping controlled.   oh this party had become much more fun.

    “   shush baby  ……   everyone will hear you.    ”      words whispered across the shell of her ear     [  .  .  .  ]      fingers tightening in her side as he pulls her closer.    his finger twitching once more to put it on it’s highest setting.    watching to see if she could handle the pleasure wracking through her body.    but oh it was only the start.     stopping the toy he slips the control in his pocket,    and looks at her with a grin.    wondering just what her next move would be.

[ischyros]

*     mythosisms    …    elias   hellfire  .

Elias knew of Safiya’s abilities and quite frankly, he was concerned as hell over them. Especially considering she had no control over when and where she would land, leaving her to fend for herself and figure out the purpose of it all on her own. It’s not something someone as young as her should go through. Hell, it’s not something Elias would deal with easily either if it were him. 

They still hadn’t pinpointed the source of her powers nor how she could control them, but they certainly were getting closer. They could certainly ask Astra, but unfortunately, her specialty was the future, not so much the past. They were on that topic, as Elias was readying himself to dive into her mind, and weave through the complexities of her soul and hidden memories that may give some clue as to what she was, but then he felt a shift in magic, felt himself be whisked away into the past with Safiya.

It was definitely the past. Melitta and Julius’ past to be specific. They had bounced back thousands of years. The sight of his mate had made his heart hurt, especially when she looked at him as if she had no idea who he was, but as if he were this sexy stranger she wanted to bang. His Melitta knew his heart like the back of her own hand…. he had to remember that this Melitta did not. And if he triggered the bond too early, it would leave her thousands of years with an active bond but no mate.  

“I did, but we didn’t do anything,” Elias replied, his voice uncharacteristically soft. It’s true - he sometimes only went so he could see Melitta, albeit from a distance. His heart hurt and he missed his Melitta. He could sense the waves of fear rolling off of her prior to Elias entering the room. “I had been in the other room most of the morning, actually.” It was a reassurance… that he had not abandoned her. Elias would never do that, but he could understand the fear behind it. She was so young, and this was a massive responsibility.  

At the mention of Klarick, he snapped to full attention, fury bleeding into his veins at the mere mention of the monster. The scars. Klarick. Elias put the pieces together and could only stare for a long moment. That’s right. The bastard was here. And the twins hadn’t gone through THAT event yet. “He’s their bastard sperm donor. And the reason for those back scars.” His words were stiff, the fury in his veins increasing exponentially. “Are we here to kill him before that happens?” He already knew the answer. He simply needed Safiya’s confirmation. Hell, even if they weren’t here for that… he’d fucking kill him before Elias was dragged back to the present. No matter what.

    𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐘𝐀'𝐒  𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒  ;       were a mystery.      (   𝘵𝘰  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦  𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥  𝘩𝘦𝘳.   )           she had no idea what they truly were  ;     or why she had them.      she had no indication of if it was a bloodline thing or just something that was triggered within her.   it left her frustrated to no end.   more than that it was a responsibility that weighed her shoulders down,    knowing she had the power to change ones future,   by changing the smallest instance in the past.    it was maddening,   given if she did something wrong,   a person could just,   blink out of existence.   not exactly the easiest task.

    her mom had asked everyone to help      —      spending much of Saf’s childhood digging for answers.    praying to find a trace     [  .  .  .  ]      of answers.    it had gotten to the point that Safiya spent a lot of time with Melitta,   digging through her vast library in hopes of answers.   Her uncle Elias offering to dig inside of her mind,   her soul,   in hopes that there was something buried there.     As she was more than human,    she was the opposite from Astra.    Astra could see the future,   Safiya was the past,    and together it equalled destiny.     and yet they were two opposites completely.      Because at least Astra had answers.    Saf had none.

    and now here they were,    stuck over a thousand years in the past.    but not just any past,   the past of Melitta and Julius.    tasked with changing something that would impact a very long life.    it was a weight that almost crushed Safiya’s soul.    but she knew,   Elias too was struggling,   given he could see his mate,    but she had no idea who he was.    their first meeting was decades away.    the start of their story nowhere near it’s start,    and it meant that they had to move so carefully as to not trigger anything.    but oh Saf wished she could keep Elias away for even a day,   as he was pushing it.       She could remember a conversation that Melitta had said she’d felt intrigued from the moment she met Elias’ eyes.    and well,   it was best not to trigger that intrigue early.

     “   thank you.    ”      she says softly       [  .  .  .  ]      comforted knowing he hadn’t left her.    she hadn’t meant for such a vulnerability to come crashing into her so harshly.    but since her gift had activated two years ago,   she had been stranded in the past more times than she could count.   sometimes for weeks,   whilst only hours pass in reality.   it left her with a feeling of abandonment that coiled like a deadly serpent around her soul.    and there wasn’t much she could do to stop it     but just knowing he had understood it,    and said his reassurance in a way that showed he didn’t judge.    put her mind at ease.   far better than the coffee was.

     she watches him respond,    that one name jacking up his fury far faster than she could have predicted.      and if she had been anyone else,    she’d have been scared in that moment.    yet she still takes a small step back,    the counter digging into her back as she gets her emotions under control again.        “   my visions  ……   didn’t show me what happened.     but i’m guessing i should be glad they didn’t.    ”         words are spoken softly,   a contradiction to the way sarcasm usually bleeds from her tone.    influenced by her mother,    yet right now,   sarcasm had no place in this conversation.        “   and well  ……    i didn’t know they had a different father.    ”       then again she’d never asked,    there hadn’t been a reason too.     and well her mom sure as hell hadn’t given anything away,    Julius and Melitta’s story was their own to tell.    to whoever they wanted too.

      at his question,   small shoulders roll in a shrug as she takes a swig of her coffee.   soon lowering the mug to at least address it.        “   do you really need me to answer that  ……   because i’m sure you know the answer.    ”         safiya takes a moment,    to ponder over just what his mind was cooking up.    but decides its best she didn’t know.    probably safer for her too.        “   we’re here to change that from happening in any way  ……    be it killing Klarick.   or stopping them from running into him,    in two days time.    ”       it was a small timeline she knew.    especially when the wheels were already in motion of it coming to pass.     Klarick was already on his way to town,    already coming for them.     that had been more than plain in her recent set of visions.   that even now she was still organising,   piecing the puzzle together.

    “   the reason i’m to change it  ……   is because this,   incident,   is the reason for how they are.    ”         she was struggling with her words.    she knew that.        “   apparently before this.   they were more open,  happier.   not as self sabotaging.   even though at this this moment they’d lived a thousand years,    they still believed in fate    ……    but after it.   they shut down,   became colder,   less willing to let love in.    and more than that,   they became distrustful of a mate bond.    believing they don’t deserve it,   don’t deserve love.     and that they’d just destroy everything they touch.    ”       some small part of her,   told her that Elias knew that final part.    better than most.    and definitely had a personal investment in stopping it from happening.    from it destroying his mate.

[ischyros]

CYRUS   PANHELLENIOS     gets    :    a  semi  plotted  starter. ↳     “  v ;  roomates ( verse name tbd ).  ”         @mythosisms​.

    𝐀  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇  ;       falls off her lips and skirts over her coffee mug.      (   𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦  𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮  𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺  𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦.   )           she distracts herself   ;     by idly flicking through the magazine in front of her,    as she waits for the noise to quieten down.     there was the usual screaming that was the cadence of the apartment most mornings.     oh if only women knew her roommate really didn’t do repeat performances.    hell Demi knew that,    and that was thanks to sharing a damn wall with the prick.    which meant many nights she kissed goodbye to her sleep schedule.

   some days she regretted being good natured     —     as oh that nature is what led to her asking her apartment enemy,  to live with her.     all because he’d set a fire in his      [  .  .  .  ]      and she was too nice of a person.     Now she had to deal with her enemy in close quarters,   and not to mention try not strangle every single whore who came through the apartment.     She was just thankful that with her job,   she spent a few nights away and could at least breathe.    because lord did she need it,    that man got under her skin better than anyone she had ever known.    and it was not in the best ways.

   “   let’s hope you’re not overdue your STD check    ……   because that bitch is a walking disease.    ”      words are tossed over her shoulder     [  .  .  .  ]      as she rinses out her cup before placing it in the dishwasher..     sighing again she turns to look at the looming figure behind her.    ignoring the fact he was stood there in nothing but his boxers.     as yeah she was more than used to that sight.          “   though it would be what you deserved.   ”       she was cranky,   that much was obvious.    but anyone would if they lived with Cyrus as a roommate.   and his incessant need to have his sluts screaming at ungodly hours.    the bitch who left was lucky she did with her throat.   literally.

   head tips back as she sighs,     working on containing her mood.    as she really needed to be nice.    at least today.         “   are you taking me to work today  ……   or not  ??.    ”      she asks as she looks back at him       [  .  .  .  ]        an eyebrow raising in question.     it was still weird how he had taken over doing that,    but she wasn’t about to argue.    given how tired she was she’d probably end up wrapping her car around a telephone pole.          “  I just need to know if i’m getting an uber or not   ....   i already know i am in the morning when i finish.    as well you’ll be busy with lucy,   lisa.   whatever her name is.   ”       turning,    she finishes messing in the cupboards,    putting the shit away from her breakfast.

[ischyros]

ASTRA   HECUBA     gets    :    a  semi  plotted  starter. ↳     “  single  father  /  schoolteacher.  ”        @apsychometry​​​.

    𝐈𝐅  𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓  ;       his stupid ideas in order of most idiotic to alright.      (   𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥  𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵  𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳  𝘩𝘢𝘥  𝘤𝘰𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥  𝘩𝘪𝘮  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰.   )           he would say   ;     that this was probably his most idiotic.     stealing random numbers from his sisters phone,   texting them all and then getting into flirty banter with one of the people who replied.    was quite literally the most idiotic thing he had ever done.   especially given his sister didn’t even know he had taken the number from her phone.     and oh that was issues for another day.   aka a day when he actually had an explanation for what was happening.   as right now,    he was clueless.

  shifting things in his hand      —     he looks over at jacob as he does his homework       [  .  .  .  ]      before shifting back to concentrate on his work.    his mind however was somewhere else,    not on the paperwork in front of him.    he wasn’t even sure what the hell it was.    no that was a lie,  he knew what it was.   his mind was focused highly on Astra,    his texting partner.    she was consuming his mind,   quite literally.     he wasn’t even aware of what she looked like,   but lord the chemistry between the two of them.    was outright crazy.    shifting again he picks up his phone,   smirking as he sees her latest texts.    teeth sinking his bottom lip as he smirks.

           sms      ––––––      you  know  you’re  pretty  much  the  only  one ,                                       who  can  say  my  full  name  and  get  my  attention.            sms      ––––––      and  you’ll  learn   darling,    i’m  very  talented                                           with  my  tongue.    in  many  different  ways.            sms      ––––––      maybe  you  wanna  find  out.    in  person  ?

  it was daring,     he knew that much       [  .  .  .  ]       as after all.    before now they were nothing more than just two people texting.    innocent fun shared over a text.   yet he had just done more than that,   offering something personal.    plus his way of thinking,   is making fucking her out of his system,   would finally clear his thoughts.   to quell the itch for her that lingered deep beneath his tattooed skin.   one taste was all he needed.   and finally he could move the fuck on.    hopefully.

[ischyros]

Jules watching his siblings drama unfold like its his new favourite soap opera !!

[ischyros]

LIZZA   JAMES     sent    :    a  random  ask. ↳     “  i’m  going  to  kill  him  ”    ——    @inmortaels​.

   𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋  𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑  ;       capturing the demon’s attention almost instantly.      (   𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺  𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵  𝘰𝘯  𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 .   )           it was late into the night   ;    her last customer having left a good few hours ago,   and last she checked she wasn’t due to see anyone else.   of course she had an open door policy so anyone could walk in.   and yet given the darkness outside of her shop windows.   she doubted this was the case.    and it was what had her whole defences up,    anxiety sparking along her system,    her old issues flaring up.   god would she ever get over that.

   yet as she sees the young brunette      —      she feels her whole body relax.    pink tinted lips curling up at the edges      [  .  .  .  ]      as the others’ words rattle in Syn’s ears.    She had met Lizza through Deeks,   her saviour,   and had said her door was always open should Lizza need it.   and this time,   it seemed like the youngster needed someone to rant too.   Placing down the tattoo machine in her hand,   she throws her dirty wipe towards the bin before turning to look at the girl.   giving her full and undivided attention.

      “   hmm  ……   what did deeks do now ??.    ”      Despite Lizza not saying who ‘he’ was     [  .  .  .  ]      Syn knew the brunette’s moods enough to know when she was ranting about her elder cousin.    and given this rant was about some dude Liz was sleeping with.    the male in question became rather obvious.          “    and is this a conversation we need with whiskey.   ”       mischief dancing in blue eyes as she fights to contain her laughter.   a fight she barely manages.

[ischyros]

*    apsychometry ​    …    astra   hecuba  .

Astra knew that their…. arrangement was somewhat more than an arrangement. After all, why would she be meeting Julius’ family? His sister especially, who was his twin. The 23 year old rarely went out to parties to begin with; there was simply far too much to do in between running the shop and maintaining her home. And in the recent months, most of her free time was with Julius Contavius… and that part she did not mind in the slightest. 

She chose a white satin mini dress, which hugged her curves, the straps thin, the angel wings strapped onto her back in a delicate display of white feathers. Her hair was styled pin straight, falling down to her waist. She interacted with everyone Melitta guided her to with an ease that was natural, similar to the way she conversed with her customers all day. 

Though when Julius entered the room, her eyes snagged on his bare torso, the firefighter attire looking like SIN. His gaze was heavy and weighted right on her and Astra felt her entire body go HOT just from it, his eyes giving away his every intention as he made his way over to her. They were obsessed with each other. That much was certain. Her older dom, the trust and intimacy burned between them like an inferno.

She was pulled away with an impatience, a need, that only told her Julius wasn’t in the mood to go slow. Neither was she. No words were needed between them, pulling her into a dark bedroom, lifting her onto the dresser without a word, impatience, lust, oozing from every poor as he shifts her underwear aside and — a moan rips free from her, resting her palm against the wood as she braces herself, almost whining from how good it felt to have him inside her again. She pulsed around him, wrapping around his length tight, the friction feeling like heaven.

Her other hand was braced on his shoulder as he began to set a slow pace, packed with intensity as his hips thrust in and out of her, causing her eyes to roll back, falling shut as her head tilted back. But oh they had a game to play, didn’t they? Even as he fucked her nice and slow, taking what he wanted, she began squirming, struggling in his grasp. “What are you doing? There are people outside,” She might have whined out the words a bit, but her mind was already emptying of rational thought, wanting it to be nothing but them, this room, and the games they played with each other. Even as she pretended to put up a front about it. 

      𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  ;       was just a formality.      (   𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵  𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯  𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯.   )           as oh Astra was all his   ;     his young,  sweet angel.   and whilst his sister had won this argument to meet her,    it was going to be a rare occurrence.   as oh Astra was his,   his beauty that brought light into the otherwise darkness that ruled the males life.    there was no denying he had everything he wanted,   he could click his fingers and make money.    but oh she was just the jewel in the crown of it all.   his beautiful sub that melted beneath his very touch.    his angel.

    he didn’t share      —     that much had been outlined at the beginning of this arrangement.    but he wasn’t blind      [  .  .  .  ]      it was slowly becoming something more.    what that more was he couldn’t name,   but the one thing he did know,   was his insatiable need for her.   it burned along every single one of his nerve endings.   thoughts of her consuming him whole,    as he sat in board meetings and designed new buildings.     she was consuming him from the inside out,   leaving a heat deep in his chest that only eased when he was buried deep inside of her delectable heat.    till he heard her screams of pleasure.     it was crazy,   that much he knew.    and lord he needed to sort some of all this out.    but right now all he wanted was her.

     his thrusts were slow to begin with,    due to the fact he could still feel her tightness.    the remnants of her virginity still clinging to his cock like a vice.   but oh his angel picked up on the game they were playing,   her struggling making him hit deeper inside of her with each thrust.   a smirk riding his sinful lips as he looks down at her,    hand coming to circle her throat.   a strong thumb forcing her to look at him,    her beautiful eyes locking with his deep pits of sin.        “   admit it princess    ……   you like knowing they’re outside.    and can hear you at any moment.    ”      he thrusts harder     [  .  .  .  ]      working to drag out one of those loud and glorious moans that he loves so much.      oh she was playing the game spectacularly,    just like he’d taught her.   but unfortunately for her,    he was a few moves ahead.    already knowing where he wanted this game to go.    and how much he was going to make her come undone.

     “   come on angel    ……   tell me,     tell me what it is you want me to do.    ”      his voice drips like pure sin     [  .  .  .  ]      curling around her,    pulling her deeper into his web.   deeper than he knew he had already pulled her in.     but oh there was still the potential she’d walk away,   but right now,  he was making it almost impossible.    his fingers gripping her hips to the point of bruising.    those angel wings that had graced her body earlier now skewed on her back.    almost a twisted visual representation of their relationship.    his angel was being tainted,    yet she was still the light in his darkness.    still his.

[ischyros]

*     apsychometry    …    astra   hecuba  . ​

Julius was NO angel. Not in his behaviour. He was mischievous and sin clung to him like a second skin. When they had reconciled, she learned just how SINFUL her angel really was…. and just how in love she was with him. The love was reciprocated and passion burned between them like a steady flame. During some nights it was more of an inferno.

They were both divine beings - her being a goddess and him being an angel, but goodness, some of the things they did made her feel she should be doused with cold water. Like right now, when she was closing up her store – something she kept despite her goddess side awakening. He had been wrecking her all day, stimulating her throughout her time at the shop, even as she dealt with customers. No doubt if she wasn’t as strong-willed as she was now, she’d cave and accidentally reveal what was going on to a customer.

Truthfully, no toy, no device could truly compare to the feel of Julius inside her. The toy rather paled in comparison… but being overly stimulated throughout the day had her hot and bothered and very much ready to tackle Julius for doing this to her. She could have taken it out, but gods, she wanted to win for once. 

She was closing up shop as there were no more customers, making sure some items were reinforced with magical protection when she felt the toy flare up to life again. Except this time with the overstimulation, she couldn’t help but let out a little whine, body bending forward as she rested her palm against one of the shelves. “ –Perfectly fine,” her voice was rather strained, her back to him, legs slightly trembling from the overstimulation that had been going on for hours. “It doesn’t compare to you inside me, it never will.” 

She knew words like that riled him up, and gods she loved it when he became fired up, needy, impatient, all for HER. Then she went in for the kill, glancing behind her at him with those innocent doe brown eyes of hers that depicted nothing but desire, full lips speaking filthy words because her mind was so utterly one-track due to the stimulation. “Only you can make me finish, Jules.” As yes, she’d been withholding her orgasm this entire time, wanting it to be from him and him alone. “I miss you pulsing inside me, stretching me so wide, wrecking me so hard I’m sure I’ll break.” After experiencing that, she refused to orgasm from anything else. That’s what she wanted and she’d withhold her orgasm until he did exactly that. 

      𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂  𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄  ;       was dubious at best.      (   𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺  𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘩𝘪𝘮  𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴.   )           he had once been pure   ;     or at least that was the way he had perceived himself.    in reality he knew he was as sinful as anyone,   no doubt a left over lingering sensation of when he was human.    as oh he knew,   deep in his soul that this,   incessant need would have been there had he been human,    or whatever the hell he was.    Which was an amusing tale in itself given he didn’t know anything about his past life.    just his name.    but oh sin wasn’t just something he had out of nowhere,    it was deeply rooted inside himself.

    and when it came to Astra      —     oh his need for her was very sinful.     he craved her,   needed her     [  .  .  .  ]      in ways that could barely be described.     and he had no regrets it letting it shine through,    letting her see just how much he craved her.    And oh the way he was over stimulating her now,   was nothing more than him showing her.   working her up into a frenzy.   a challenge to her will,   and he had to admit that it was amusing how she was able to not give away what he was doing.    as she went about her day as he lazily amused himself reading.    dark eyes watch her,  as she finishes closing up up.   

    an eyebrow quirks     [  .  .  .  ]      at the faux innocence that graces her features.     he could see the slight trembling of her legs,    hear the strain in her voice and he knew she was so damn close.     that her orgasm was just close enough but she was with holding it,    which was the other reason he continued to overstimulate her.     to bring her closer and closer to that edge,    ready to fall off at his own discretion.          “   is that right angel.   ”       a grin spreads over his lips,    stretching them wide.   pushing off where he was seated,   he slowly stalks forward.    each step was predatory,  careful and calculated.   Showing nothing but a calm ease,   a façade to hide his true emotions.

   stopping before her     —     he lets his finger trail down the curve of her jaw.    his thumb dragging idly across her bottom lip.     only thing that gave away,   of how her words were riling him,    was the slow darkening of his eyes.    growing darker with each soft drag of his fingers.          “  hmm,    i have to admit.    i do love the sounds you make as you come undone underneath me.    your moans,     the way you beg me to go faster,    harder.   ”       fingers circle around her throat,    thumb pressing idly on her pulse as his other drags up the skin of her leg.    dipping beneath her dress.

     his head tilts,    a smirk curling up the edges of his lips as fingers skim over her delicate centre,   feeling the heat and wetness that had come from overstimulation.    stepping closer,   her chest now pressed against his,   he pulls out the toy,    the sound of it dropping to the floor,   smothered by the sound of his chuckles as his fingers now take the toys previous place.    moving through her wetness,    working her up once more,   as his other hand tightens against her throat,    his lips now sealing heavily over hers.

[ischyros]

DEEKS   JAMES     sent    :    a  random  ask. ↳     “  i didn’t do a damn thing  ”    ——    @inmortaels​.

   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  ;       was a tangled mess.      (   𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘪𝘵  𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 .   )           she’d met him at her lowest   ;     with him not that much better off.    both lost in a hole that seemed to have no escape,   using each other as a way to forget.   to ignore the issues around them.   and it had worked,   for a while.    and whilst normally that would destroy them,   in reality it made them better.      because despite everything they went through,   him changing,   her dying and coming back as something else.    they helped each other survive.   and from it came a beautiful friendship.   one she cherished.

    Which is why she didn’t believe his words      —      she knew when he was lying      [  .  .  .  ]      and she knew when he was hiding behind his macho bullshit.    and this just happened to be one of those moments.    her hands steady as she continues cleaning up the large cut on his side,   her words gentle but prodding.    and the way he immediately shuts her down,   doesn’t come as a surprise but he should have known by now.    she isn’t that easy to shrug off.   her demonic nature all but letting her smell the lies that drip off his lips.   tainting the air.

    “   Dj  ……   don’t do that !!.    ”      Resting back she raises an eyebrow,   daring him to argue with her     [  .  .  .  ]      as oh right now,   the way she was feeling.    she was ready to brawl.          “    this is me we’re talking about.    i’ve seen you in much worse states than this,    so cut the bullshit and tell me what happened !!.   ”       there was no room for argument in her tone,    nor the steel that bleeds into her gaze.    He was stubborn,   god he was the most stubborn man she had ever met.    but she was just as stubborn.   especially in times like this.

[ischyros]

*     mythosisms    …    elysia   hellfire  .

Elysia had ducked behind a bookshelf as soon as she saw Julius enter the library but alas, he was so fucking quick to catch on that she was there. It’s like he had a radar in his head that went off whenever she was near. Elysia planned on spending the night in the library, hence her overnight bag on the nearby seat. The gym showers were more than sufficient and she brought toiletries as well as a change of clothing. But JULIUS was a thorn in her side no matter what she tried to do. And as she heard him coming closer, she almost growled with annoyance.

While she won his Harley off of him fair and square…. a part of her knew he didn’t even TRY to win the bet. Not in the way she knew Julius tried. And gods that pissed her off so much; she had half a mind to march over and give it back. However…. that bike was a source of happiness in her dark life and things were more rough at home than usual. One issue at a time.  

So naturally, the first thing she said to Julius as he approached was a “Oh, fuck you” in complete disdain because he found her. His laughter was rich, the sound making her feel rather strange. The glint in his eyes was the only warning she got before he pinned her to the bookshelf, caging her against them with his arms.

Her veins were fire, his scent encasing her, making her feel like it was its own special drug. THIS is why she kept him far away as possible. Not just because he was an insufferable brat, but because…. because he had a healthy relationship with his siblings, a rich family background, and it was so utterly opposite from the toxic mess that was her life. She’d taint it. She’d taint it all like she did with everything, according to her step-father.

But this close, egging her on, that determined look in his eyes, the STUBBORN nature that clashed so boldly with hers — she refused to back down. Gods, he was insufferable, why wouldn’t he give up on her already?  “I doubt either of us would survive that,” she met his gaze head on before fingers gripped his collar and yanked, crashing his lips against hers. But oh, there was nothing gentle about it as she bit down on his lower lip before parting his lips with hers and kissing him in a deep, punishing way that left little room for protest.

    𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐀  𝐖𝐀𝐒  ;       very much an enigma.      (   𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭  𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘵𝘰  𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭.   )           she was someone  ;     who could quite literally get under his skin.    with one sentence she agitated him better than most could,   and oh it annoyed him.    yet at the same time he felt himself drawn to her,    despite knowing that it would be less agitation if he ignored her.    he couldn’t help but be drawn to her,    almost instinctively knowing where she was,   whenever he entered a room.  like from the moment he’d entered the library,    he just knew she’d ducked out of the way in hopes of avoiding him.    it was amusing to say the least.

     as he moved closer      —      to the oh so lovely hiding place she had found.   he takes notes of her bags     [  .  .  .  ]      and can see that she had overnight clothes.   as well as stuff to have a shower.    it made him curious,   as he knew,  with certainty this wasn’t the first time she’d used the gym’s showers.   or that she hadn’t gone home.    it made him curious,   way too curious,   but he didn’t have the strength to ask what the fuck was going on.   given he knew she’d shut that shit down.    feelings were more his forte and not hers.    Oh he understood it,   she had  barrier around her heart and didn’t let others in.    Oh he understood it.    but it annoyed him as well.

     as he presses against her,    her scent dances across his senses.   setting a fire loose in his system,   one only aided by the fire in her eyes.    the way her stubbornness could meet his,   shown in her gaze,   was like liquid fire to the napalm that was his desire.    an eyebrow quirking at her words,   as oh that was the truth if he had ever heard it.     her small fingers gripping his collar has him moving with her command,    a growl building in his chest as he feels her teeth dig into his lip.      there was nothing soft about the kiss,    their tension all but bleeding out into the very action.   how could they be soft,   when they argued as wild as they did.

    he smirks into the kiss,    one arm still keeping his muscular weight from crushing her,    as the other slowly drags up her leg,   forcing it to hook over his hip.   pulling her even closer to his frame.        “   hmmm  ……   delicious.    ”         the taste of her burned along his tongue,   a heady taste that seared itself into his soul.    they might have been two opposites,   moving through circles that had no right to meet.    but yet something was drawing them closer,     and fuck he was doing fighting against it.     shown in the way he soon takes command of the kiss,    his own even more heated than hers.    claiming,    devouring.

     a hand comes up and tightens in her hair,    dark locks intertwined around tanned fingers,    as his lips heatedly dance across her throat,     his breathe sounding harsh as he works to get oxygen into his starved lungs.    but oh crazily he was almost starved for something else.    teeth nip at her throat,   amusement colouring his veins as a red mark blooms violently against her skin.    fingers digging in harshly to her hip,   as he waits,   sees just which way she’d challenge him once more.    and welcoming every attempt.

[ischyros]

DEEKS   JAMES     sent    :    a  random  starter  ask. ↳     “  you’re late.  plus you gotta promise me,  you  won’t kill  your  new  boss.  ”          @inmortaels​.

      𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  ;       falls against the cooled glass of the window.      (   𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦  𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴  𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺  𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥.   )           the scenery of LA passes   ;     but it was safe to say that Demi wasn’t paying attention to any of it.     after all she wasn’t supposed to be here,   right now she was supposed to be in Vegas,    getting started on her residency.    something that would last for four months,    before she headed out on a world tour.    something that coincided with the release of her new album.    but instead here she was.   forced to wait and follow the whims of someone else.    lovely.

    she hadn’t met her new boss yet      —     the new guy that owned the record company she had given ten years of her life too.    but she had heard about him.    a multi millionaire      [  .  .  .  ]      who had decided to take over the number one record company in the world.   Demi was the main star,   the one who was the true money maker.   and as so she had to meet him,   yet she was dragging her feet.     after all his initial actions since taking over had put him on her bad side,   and well she was a brat.    so Mr ‘whatever his name is’  would learn she didn’t bow easily.    and especially not to men.

  “   hey in my defence    ……   he said to meet him when i was free.    ”      delicate shoulders roll in a shrug     [  .  .  .  ]      as she leans back against the door.    long legs laying idly over his lap as she hums in the back of her throat.   not caring once of just how petty and childish she sounded.          “   and now i’m free.   ”       okay so maybe she was free after cancelling their appointment at least four times.    and constantly ducking his phone calls.    but what could she say,   Demi wasn’t happy of the treatment she’d already received at his hands.   like cancelling her tour,    who the fuck does that.    especially to her,   who could end up making millions from this tour.    without even trying.

    head tips back as she sighs.    already feeling the weight of what was no doubt going to be disapproval.         “   and i’m not going to kill him  ……   at least not at first.    ”      she doesn't even have to look     [  .  .  .  ]      to know Deeks is rolling his eyes at her.     and not once buying a single word from her lips.    after all he’d known her long enough.          “  I just want a simple conversation   ....   about what the fuck he is up too.    and also find out when i can get back on tour.   ”       it sounded simple.     but oh Demi was planning on being a brat till she got what she wanted.     god help her boss.

[ischyros]

CYRUS   PANHELLENIOS     gets    :    a  random  starter. ↳     “  ft.  safiya   hafez  ”              @mythosisms​​​​​​.

    𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  ;       to get truly annoyed over the past.      (   𝘢  𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵  𝘴𝘩𝘦  𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳  𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵  𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥  𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦.   )           in the few short years   ;     she had travelled to the past more times than she’d gone to class in her whole life.    forever tasked with having to change someone’s past to benefit their future.   it was a duty that weighed heavy on her,   because if she changed the wrong thing,   she changed everything.    and lord did she knew it.    and honestly,   she was far too young for this.   too young for the weight that settled on her chest.   nearly killing her.

    this time      —      she was in ancient greece.    lost in a time      [  .  .  .  ]      where the gods still walked the earth.    which added a whole other level of issues.    because if Saf made one wrong choice,   she risked making it so her mother was never born.     and of course changing the whole history books.     but she had a job to do,   someone to save.    in the week she’d been trapped  -  which was a day in present times  -   she’d had constant visions regarding a certain male.    one who all the greek gods seemed to despise,   and spent most of their days torturing.      his grey eyes filling her dreams every night and leaving her with a haunting feeling.    one she felt in her soul.

   she’d managed to persuade Hera,    that she was a new maid in the goddess’ employ.    luckily her mom had taught her ancient greek.   which helped her navigate the halls of olympus.    that and she could also see that the torturing of the male,    hurt the queen of gods,   just as much as it did Safiya.     the goddess often hiding in her chambers and crying.     whilst all slaves,   were forced to watch.    Watch as Zeus put the other in place.     at the end of the first week,   she manages to worm her way into the position of visiting the condemned.    which helped her perfectly.   given she was still figuring out how to get him out.    to free him from the pain.

     “   hey  ……   you okay.    ”      she asks softly     [  .  .  .  ]      as she leans heavily away from him.    her fingers holding the key she had just used to open his cage.     she had to play it all cautious,   as she had no idea what he would do.    given everything he had gone through,    she knew he could view her as much as the enemy,   as the gods who had decided to torture him.     not to mention Safiya knew if she was hurt here,    she would die in the present time.     and whilst usually she was sarcastic and defensive,     right now she was allowing her fight or flight instincts to swallow her whole.     her body shaking lightly as she fought to urge to run out of the cage.    as fast as her short frame could carry her.    good going Saf.

      “   erm  ……   is there anything i can get you.    ”      god was she fucking shy     [  .  .  .  ]      but lord,    even from where she stood,   she could see he was at least three times her size.    and she wanted to help,   slowly building trust till she can get him out.    a task she knew she needed his help with.    she was human,    amongst gods.          “   my names Safiya,    i promise.    i’m not here to mess with you,   i   ....   i want to get you out.   ”       oh he could probably sense her nervousness.    the emotion bleeding out and into the ancient greek that tumbles off her lips.    she wondered if he’d also sense she wasn’t from this time frame.   as pretty sure her neon pink hair was a large indicator.    but thanks to being under Hera’s employ,   she was safe.   for now.

[ischyros]

*    mythosisms     …     tall,  dark  &  dangerous  .

plotted starter for @ischyros​ || Demi Contavius 

Cyrus could sense disaster, destruction, and chaos from continents away, really. But this was the first time he sensed it in such utterly phenomenal heights. The sheer power of it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, causing his entire body to tense up. Metal grey eyes glanced behind him into the distance, curls of dark hair brushing across his forehead. The power only AMPED up, causing him to tense even more. No, this wasn’t a type of power that would pass or die down…. it was the type of power that could swallow up this entire planet. 

Was it a GOD? No, not the Greek ones anyway. This level of power had Cyrus’ memories pulling him to a niche memory in the deepest, darkest crevices of his mind. Of dark voids, of red anger, and the shattering of an entire realm…and – Not now.  

Magic flowed around him, shadows swirling, clinging to like a second skin before they took him right to the storm of power. The earth was shaking, land destroyed before his very eyes, debris flying everywhere, cracks in the earth getting deeper and deeper as the earth wailed in grief and destruction. And right in the middle of the storm was a woman with hair like spun gold, which flew around her head like a halo. But it was her expression, one of pure and utter terror, that caught his eyes the most. 

The memory pulled him in once more, of him bent over, clutching his head, eyes glowing like moonlight as the void was activated for the first time, fueled by his anger, his rage, and his helplessness – like a cornered animal he had lashed out and then was unable to control it when the VOID emerged, crushing, destroying everything it came into contact with, shattering an entire realm. He recalled how he had screamed his throat raw, pure terror on his face as he begged for someone to make it all stop —  

In a blink, it all stopped, irises swirling with the colour of smoke, hands casually in his pockets as his powers activated, cancelling out hers. He didn’t absorb them, gods knew he had enough destructive powers, for now, he just neutralized her powers. His powers intertwined with hers, adapting, adjusting to cancel them out as he walked over to her, right into the eye of the storm. It took a good level of concentration to keep her powers neutralized, which spoke volumes to how powerful she was. However, despite the fact that he neutralized her abilities and the earth was no longer shaking, the woman still had terror coming off of her in waves, her heart rate skyrocketing.  

There was a vast piece of missing earth between them, to which Cyrus stood at the edge. One glance down, one could almost see the core of the earth. Eyes flicked up and with a shift of his powers, he was across the vast canyon between them, right where she was curled up with that look of terror that tugged something deep within him he thought he had lost. Without really thinking about it, Cyrus bent down, gathering the woman up in his arms and lifted her up. 

To Cyrus, she barely weighed a damn thing. And yet, he was pretty damn sure she would have destroyed half the planet if she wasn’t stopped in time. “Breathe,” he instructed, his voice gruff but low and quiet, as if he didn’t want to scare her more than she already was. “I’ve nullified your powers….it’s safe now…breathe.” 

      𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑  ;       what it was that had set her off.      (   𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘩𝘢𝘥  𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳  𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮  𝘪𝘵'𝘴  𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦.   )           her necklace was gone   ;     that much she was aware of.    it’s steady weight against her chest was gone,   the heat of it’s power no longer registering on her skin.     what was registering was the earth around her,    pulsing like waves at the end of her fingertips.    it’s hum setting off a fire in her blood,   transferring from her fingers to her soul,    partnering up with her powers and letting loose a wave of power so destructive.    Demi wasn’t even sure there was an off button for it.      normally her mom or sister could do it,    but as she screamed herself raw,     the trees ripping from the ground in response,    Demi was positive there wasn’t an antidote this time.

   her fear doubled     –––     terror burning through her like a plague.     her usually bright sapphire eyes dulling      [  .  .  .  ]      as she finds herself consumed with destruction and chaos.     her power was overshadowing the animal inside a cage as it grew in strength.   becoming almost unstoppable,   as her blood,   the earth,   and her terror fuels it.    she can hear as the ground opens,   ripping straight to the core and exposing layers to the sun that normally were hidden.      and there she stood,    right in the middle of it all.    like some twisted fallen angel,   her hair swirling like a halo as her soul screamed for salvation.   screamed for someone to hear her.

    she doesn’t feel the ground as she falls to her knees,     not the way most would,    all she feels is more power.   cycling through the connection and thrumming inside of her.      destruction growing in it’s power and terror.    but then she feels it,    a blanket of sorts wrapping around her,   containing the power to which she was unleashing.    her head feels heavy as eyes flicker upwards,   landing on the tall male.    but yet she doesn’t see more than that,   her terror and fear far too strong for her to register anything in that moment.    her body only shifting to curl inside itself.   as she waits,    wonders if the reprieve was nothing more than than a trick,   her mind playing tricks that she was sane,    when in reality she had lost her mind.

   his hands feel like shackles,   binding her back to reality as he pulls her close.    his scent invading her very senses and covering the scent of destruction that surrounded her.    the scent of dying earth replaced with a scent that was far more comforting.    more so,   as her heart raced it’s own marathon,   she could feel it.    the coiled serpent she used to represent both human and wolf inside of her,    the representation slowly uncoiling from it’s slumber.    the animal having previously been silenced by the onslaught of power,    but now once more,   it was awake and part of her.

                                                   [  well he smells nice  !!  ]

     Oh for the love of,     she really wished her wolf came with a mute button.    she’d smash that shit down and superglue the bastard if she had too.    because really,   the animal side of her wanted to comment on how nice he smelt.    when she was too busy trying to figure out if she was to be auditioning as some blonde twit in a b rated horror film as he killed her.    seriously,   talk about fucking priorities.

              «  will you shut up,   we are not going there.  »

                                     [  but come on admit it,   he smiles nice !!  ]

                «  i don’t care if he smells like a fucking chocolate dream,   shut the fuck up for five minutes.  »

    shaking her head softly,   fingers tightening momentarily on the arm she had placed them on.    she can’t sense his emotions and for right now she’s very thankful as she isn’t sure she can do another power influx.    after all this had been the worst,   and that counted the influx that tried to kill her for the first nine years of her life.    opening bleary eyes she looks around,     and sees the damage.    her heart which had previously been calming,    once more racing as she sees just what she’s done.     yeah nice one Demi,    just trash the place.

  “   oh fuck me.    ”       she mutters       [  .  .  .  ]     her filter quite literally taking a vacation in that moment as she looks around,    and back up to the male.      Oh fuck,   well someone was sin wrapped in a tall package.      and you better stay fucking quiet wolfie.        “   erm   ……   what the fuck did i do ??.    ”         okay so maybe asking him who he was,    was supposed to be her first words.    but jesus christ she could see the core of the earth,     so tall, dark and dangerous’ name could wait.     for five minutes.    but wait,    why did he seem familiar.    god her head needed to sort itself out already,     she couldn’t put anything in order.

[ischyros]

*     apsychometry    …    astra   hecuba  .

starter for @ischyros​

Astra had been mute for months since she’d been rescued from being experimented on by a group of high-status classified scientists. Especially after seeing that Elias, her cousin, had stood behind his grandfather in turning her into a weapon immediately against the demons. The angel blood in her had been tampered with, increased to troubling levels, and it was a miracle that her body had survived it. Two years had passed. And when she was returned to her supposed family, her mental and physical wellbeing was not taken into consideration. 

However, news of her abilities had spread far and wide, knowing that there was a Shadowhunter who could touch a demon and wipe out their entire existence, keeping them from ever returning to the mortal realm. They kept looking at her like she was waiting to solve all their problems, so no one ever had to go to battle again, waiting for her to step up and lay her life on the line. It was Ellie who had been the overturning vote, to give her time to heal as she was in no condition to fight. Astra hadn’t even known who Ellie was…. and yet she was one of the few people who fought for her adamantly.

Astra hid in the library most of the time, letting the silence wrap around her, reading book after book, sleeping often, having strange visions, and….. and interacting with Julius Contavius. He’d shown up, startling her during the first few days, and immediately started talking and joking around, even if the conversation had been one-sided. He recommended books, sat with her sometimes when she read, and was in charge of her physical re-training. Right now, it was mainly eating healthy and going on runs, but no doubt it would turn into basic combat soon.

Brown hues glanced at the doorway that had just opened, revealing the person of her thoughts. She’d been trying to get herself to speak, to say Julius’ name, for months. But every time she parted her lips, nothing came out. When Julius entered the room, he brought the sun with him, lighting it up. Everyone noticed him; he was an enigma, a trouble maker, outspoken, and there was a light in him that reminded her of a light she once had. Her book lowered to her lap as lips curved up into a little greeting smile.

    𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  ;       with a disinterested gaze as his sister argues with the council.      (   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮  𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦  𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦  𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.   )           he never thought he’d say this   ;     but he honestly couldn’t wait till Elias took his grandfather’s place.   as honestly Julius was getting annoyed with the self righteous bastard,    who seemed to have it out for his family.   every chance the crusty old bastard got,   he went after Mel and himself.    he knew why,    they didn’t conform to the old rules,   and challenged the old bastard at every turn.    and add on the fact that Julius’ mom was the deciding vote that stopped a few plans recently.    the kids bore the brunt of it all.

    shaking his head      —      he shares a smile with his mom.    before turning and heading out the room      [  .  .  .  ]      excusing himself before they could turn on him.     deciding to head off and see how Astra was doing.     she was his one solace in Boston,    the calm that helped him to navigate through the chaos that was happening around him.    between he and his sister being stationed here,    helping Deeks with his werewolf problem.    and of course the constant threat of the council.     she was the calm that helped him to recuperate.     and even if the conversations were one sided,   he had since learnt to read her facial ticks well.    which helped conversations.

   at first,   he had gotten to know her,    to check in for his mom.    but soon he had heard the whispers regarding her.   and knew they still wanted her to fight,   thus he had stood up,   gone against everyone,   to take over as her trainer.    helping to make sure she eat,   and getting her physical strength up.    he hadn’t decided yet if it would be more,   if she was even ready for that.    but despite the ‘training’ the two did,   he truly enjoyed spending time with her.    it was no longer babysitting,    but more his own personal choice.    and oh he knew there was many that hated it.    but he truly didn’t give a shit.    not anymore.

    walking into the library,    he smirks as he looks at her.    “   one day you’re going to surprise me  ……   and not be in the first place i look.    ”      he chuckles     [  .  .  .  ]      given they both knew that was impossible.    he was a natural tracker and would find her anywhere.    it was just the way it was.    brushing his knuckles across the skin of her arm,   he settles beside her.    large rune covered arms crossing over his chest.          “   i see you’re reading the book.   ”       his eyes dropping to the book in her lap.    he had read it the previous year and it was rather intriguing.    but he would admit he hadn’t find time to read as often as he liked.    but of course,   he didn’t mind.

    “   oh also  ……   you're missing quite a shit show.    ”      he murmurs softly     [  .  .  .  ]      hand idly waving in the direction of the doorway.          “   my sisters losing her patience with the council again.    but i do have some good news   ....   my mom’s here.   ”       he grins.    knowing she had a soft spot for the stranger that stood up for her when very few others did.    the one who had fought for her,   before Mel and Julius himself continued the fight.     and thinking on it,   Jules realised his caring nature was definitely from his mom.   a big thing he had inherited really.