ignis in conspectu eius

lachlan reid “her anger was her home; let it burn hot and clean through the drywall, through the insulation, through the grass and trees and houses and all of the human debris scattered like dead leaves over the surface of the world. let anger fry the face of god.” retired hunter | 27 | a knight 11,094 corruption points the black knight pub var sc_project=10636645; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="292db08c"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

[lachreid]

julietxhawthorne:

Juliet was in the Black Knight Pub, as always. She was becoming a regular. She had nothing else better to do. When she walked into the Pub, she realized that it was more packed than normal. She let out a sigh and sat down at the bar, ordering a drink. 

“Look at that one…” 

Juliet could overhear a man talking and he knew that it was about her. She could feel it. Juliet’s fingers curled up and formed fists as she craned her neck to hear. Although, she didn’t really need to do so, since she was a vampire and could hear almost everything.

“Hey there, little lady…” A rough, husky voice said into her ear.

She noticed out of the corner of her eyes, a hand reaching down towards the inside of her leg. Juliet snapped her arm back and grabbed his hand in a quick motion, catching him off guard. “Don’t touch me.” She said, sternly. 

“Oh… someone is feisty.” He chuckled.

 He was a drunk and most likely didn’t mean any harm but Juliet wasn’t in the mood. She squeezed his wrist tightly and shoved him away from her with some extra strength. He stumbled backwards, hitting his back into a chair and falling over onto the floor. He stared at her, his jaw falling open in disbelief. 

“You bitch!” A guy shouted and came up behind her, grabbing her by her arm and pulling her out of the seat. He shoved her backwards. “You don’t touch my brother like that and you sure as hell don’t shove him!”

Juliet rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the arm, twisting it behind him. “You are no match for me. If I were you, I’d just walk away and pretend nothing happened.” Juliet didn’t use her voice to sway him, just tried to convince him with her normal voice. She thought he might do as she said but then realized he wasn’t when a fist came up to hit her in the face. Juliet dodged it, loosening her grip on his arm while doing so. He unraveled from her and charged towards her, fists flying. Juliet dodged each hit with ease, moving swiftly to the side or ducking. It wasn’t even a challenge. After a few minutes she grew bored and simply shoved him into the nearest table. It cracked in half under his weight. Juliet couldn’t help but snicker. The guy stood back up to come at her but a woman grabbed him and pulled him away. 

“Nah, I’m done. It wasn’t even a fight anyway.” Juliet muttered and began walking back towards the bar. She needed another drink. “I’m not going to let someone punch me if I can help it. It’ll mess up my perfect face.” 

That wasn’t true. Juliet just didn’t want to have to explain her fast healing to anyone who didn’t know about Vampires. It just wasn’t a conversation she was in the mood to have.

An amused scoff found its way through her lips as an eyebrow quirked upwards at her words. Releasing her fingers from her grip, she released the guy, sending him on his way with a soft push. “Try something like that again and you’ll become the target for the next dart game,” she threatened towards him, handling him first. Her light hues glanced over the broken table that were now scattered across the ground. With a heavy sigh, she decided fixing it wasn’t worth the time and effort that would be involved into making it appear presentable and as it was before. Kicking everything to a corner, she made a mental note to clean it up later tonight after closing time. With a final look at the aftermath, she returned her attention over to the other party of the fight.  “Ah, so you decided it was better to mess up my pretty table? I see where the worth lies,” she claims as she heads back to the bar, finding her usual position behind it. She nodded towards the tip jar, her lips pressed together tightly to indicate that she didn’t have the energy to play around. “For the table.”

[lachreid]

aaronharmxn:

“Well, I’m surprised they still want to play me since I keep taking all their money.” he muttered, shrugging slightly as if that was just one of those things. He lost just as much as he won, though he rarely let that on, his confidence being one of his strengths when it came to winning, “Besides it’s practice.” he defended, poorly though he might admit. When she asked how many numbers he had gotten, he managed to fake a bashful smile as he shrugged, “A few.” he admitted, though he rarely paid them any attention beyond a small smile and tucking them into a pocket before he would soon forget and wash his pants with the number still written on them. “Hey now, fae’s in good hands, I won’t let faer get into any trouble. Good kid.”

“It’s their pride,” she claimed, a soft scoff running pass her lips as the thought. “They’ll keep playing you until they win. It makes them feel better about themselves,” she added with a shrug, the characteristic running through all of them, showcasing the similar quality they all possessed. “Don’t get too cocky, though. It’ll bring you your own demise when you lose all that money you keep saying you win.” It was an attempt to break any wall of confidence and ego one put up. A rough chuckle followed his words at his answer along with a shake of her head. “Anyone come back angry that you didn’t call them?” she inquired, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “I think fae will be the one keeping you out of trouble.”

[alianastjohn]

Haunted

[lachreid]

alianastjohn:

Aliana laughed as she watched the stranger look around. She knew this looked odd, a young woman loitering around an empty apartment. But it wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to leave. The universe or whatever seemed to have different plans when it came the idea of moving on. “No you’re in the right place. The apartment’s definitely available.” she sighed. “I had all of that stuff but it kind of got taken away so now I’m just enjoying a sort of minimalist approach to decorating.” she joked. "Now there’s something I wish I’d learned. It’s all skillful and badass. But I’d want to break into something ridiculous like a bank vault or Beyonce’s house.” she shrugged smiling at the thought of either. “So now that you’ve seen the place, how does it measure up?” she smirked, excited to see what other colorful excuses her would-be burglar could come up with. “If you’re seriously interested though it’s a nice.” she nodded. “Plenty of closet space, pet friendly, the neighbors are pretty chill.” She pursed her lips, “There is one little thing though, which isn’t that big of a deal but I figured it should be mentioned, the apartment is sort of, kind of haunted.” 

Eyes narrowed and brows were furrowed as she tried to make sense of the information she was being given, attempting to piece things together to where the confusion present on her face would ultimately disappear. “Oh, so you come with the apartment too? Even better.” Being in an empty place was quite relieving. Everywhere she went, there were things piled up, filled with memories and reminders for her to clean up. The place, itself, was almost like a fresh start or just a break from reality. “Yeah, I learned from my brother. I never really needed to break into anything when I was younger. More of a person who learned how to sneak out instead,” she threw out the additional information, now realizing why they were necessary to say. “Imagine how much money you could get, but you’d also have to learn how to stay away from the cameras and hide out from the cops. Beyonce’s house would be amazing, though. Using your skills for the right reasons.” Her lips parted in thought as she took another look around the place at the woman’s question. “Well,” she started, taking a few minutes to form up a thought, “It’s nice. But not my type. Not a fan of the location.” She didn’t need to visit the place to decide on that. Her eyebrow quirked up while her eyes widened in interest. “Haunted? The kind of haunted that makes you want to pack up and leave or else you’ll die?” 

[wnq-writers]

“Will this pain stay forever?” “No. But the scars will.”

twoperfectcircles 

[lachreid]

ethanxvaldez:

Ethan faked a laugh as if Lachlan had told a really good joke. “You definitely should. We could all do a memorial right here, since I miss you fuckers so much.” His tone was filled with sarcasm while he rolled his eyes in the process. “For your information, I didn’t even reach hell. Unfortunate really, but Braddock in itself can stand for that. This place is becoming more than a shit hole for all of us and yet it still astounds me how everyone still manages to stay. If I was in all of your positions, I’d find a way out of her stat.” Too bad he was dead, Ethan would have been 100% reckless and ruthless, even if the town was still on lockdown—nothing else mattered, but his freedom and sanity.

Glancing down at himself, the ghost took a moment to examine himself, before easily putting his hand through his chest, motioning how transparent he is and shrugging nonchalantly. “Hm, yeah can’t argue with you on that one. I definitely had better days.” He was paler and of course the symptoms from the infection stuck through his appearance making him even more dead than he could ever be. “Ha! Ha! Very funny, too soon on the dead jokes sweetheart.” he pointed out with a scoff. “Oh c’mon Lach, now you’re just pushing it. I’m not desperate, I’m just overlooking some options that could work for me. It was a pretty good suggestion too since it’s quite fitting to your profile.” 

Ethan could tell that the topic of her ‘siblings’ changed their dynamic between the both of them as soon as he heard her response. Her body language said it all and although he couldn’t hone in on his senses to see how she’s feeling, he could tell that the grief greatly surrounded her. “Well that sucks.” he flat out said as he leaned into the seat. “But that’s fucking life. You live and then you die…Plus in their case it was already inevitable. It was probably for the best, no more pain and suffering cause that infection was a bitch to deal with, trust me. Don’t know if it helps, but I haven’t encountered them on this…’spiritual’ journey…Still trying to figure out how the fuck I’m going to get out of this area though, so if I ever stumble across them—I’ll be a good friend and send my regards yeah?” 

Lachlan’s eyes widened as her mouth fell wide as if Ethan had come up with an amazing idea. “A memorial? Imagine how fun that’d be. Didn’t you always wish that when you die, you’d be able to attend your own funeral? Hear what people who didn’t know shit about you had to say? How they would go on and on about how close you were even if they didn’t even know your last name? Let’s do it. What flowers would you like?” Her words were stained with sarcasm, but the exaggerated smile did nothing to hint at that. Ethan’s claim about the town made her take a moment to think, hanging on to each syllables in agreement and wonder. ‘Hell might be just a bit better than here. You had months to leave. Why didn’t you? Would you really be willing to leave everything behind?” she asked, her questions more rhetorical, directed at herself, than they seemed. It wasn’t as if she had much left here anymore anyways. “What exactly is keeping everyone here?” She should have been used to packing and leaving, but maybe she had given up. Maybe she realized that where ever she goes, death and trouble just followed her.

Lachlan watched his hand go through his chest with ease. It shouldn’t have been shocking, but it made the current situation more real. He was dead, and he wasn’t technically physically there. She reached out, aiming to just touch his shoulder but her fingers fell through as if she was just touching air. With that notion, she immediately pulled her hand back. She took a deep breath, still hoping that maybe this was her hallucinating. “At least you didn’t get shot. You’d be walking with a hole through your head or chest,” she threw out the comment, an attempt to crack another joke. She scoffed at his fake laugh, a little pride forming at her dead jokes. “Oh come on, but I have so many more.” His jab prompted her to roll her eyes. She was ready to nudge him but was quickly reminded that it wouldn’t have any effect. “Well, at the rate of this town, I might quite be joining you real soon.” Her lips parted as another thought entered her head regarding his current identity, but words were kept back as she remembered that Ethan might have no idea about her past or her family as hunters. “There’s this belief about ghosts can be oblivious that they’re dead at first and just continue on with their life. Did that happen to you?” she asked as soon as she found a better way to word her question without giving anything away.

It was evident that Ethan wasn’t the best at comforting or good with dealing with grieving at all, but he was honest and blunt which she was quite thankful for. She was getting sick of the fake sympathy or pity eyes. She had put him in an uncomfortable position regarding death, and there was nothing more she expected from him. “Yeah, you live and die, but you’re supposed to have more time before dying,” she muttered, attempting to hide any anger that helped form her words. She didn’t know the actual pain from the infection since she was only a bystander, but she trusted Ethan on his words. “But yeah, at least you guys aren’t in pain anymore.” She nodded in agreement, trying to convince herself that there was a silver lining in all of this. “Maybe they’re not stuck here, hopefully.” If they were, she would hope they have tried to find her or send her a scare like Ethan did. Sure, it’d be nice to see them again, but she wouldn’t wish anyone to be stuck here again. “Be a good friend? Are you growing softer?” she inquired with a quirked eyebrow, her lips slightly curling up in amusement. “But yeah, thanks. And don’t worry, we’ll figure how to get you out of here,” she assured him, taking responsibility in that. If what she did in the mountains was what made him get stuck here, then she was going to help him get out.

[lachreid]

( riza. )

She nodded a couple of times before her fingers hesitated over the keyboard at the name, knowing the woman to be one of the deceased from the disease that had plagued the town for so long. “Delgado?” she repeated quietly, her features displaying the obvious recognition of the name. “I– I’m sorry for your loss, uhm..” she cleared her throat, typing her name into the system to bring up the woman’s information. “What were you needing to know?”

As if it wasn’t weird enough to hear it coming from her herself, hearing it came from the woman’s lips, Lachlan grew stiff. She nodded in confirmation, her tongue grazing over her lips at how the atmosphere changed rather quickly. Her body awkwardly shifted. “We can save the pity apologies for later,” she muttered out with a wave of her hand, not wanting to dwell on her words or attack her for it. “Just the date when she was admitted. I would check the papers about when she broke out, but the time frame is messed up. And before you start glaring at me -- I had nothing to do with her leaving the hospital. Didn’t even know it was happening when it did.” 

[lachreid]

~ i phone text meme for charlie ~

the name of your muse in my phone

eclipse

a picture that my muse has of you in contacts

the ringtone for your muse

strange times by the black keys

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ lachlan ] : Just brought over the last few boxes. Also brought over some burgers and fries. Alpha seemed pretty excited over them so no promises they’ll still be there when you get back. 

[lachreid]

yes hi hello andrea for that phone meme thing okay thank you bye

the name of your muse in my phone

andy RADcliffe

a picture that my muse has of you in contacts

the ringtone for your muse

dancing shoes by the arctic monkeys

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ lachlan ] : People have been requesting you at the bar. We may have to start paying you for your singing. 

[lachreid]

IPhone meme for Penny?

the name of your muse in my phone

penelope backer

a picture that my muse has of you in contacts

the ringtone for your muse

shot at the night by the killers

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ lachlan ] : Is it appropriate to throw tomatoes tonight at your show? Asking for a friend. 

[lachreid]

@juliethawthorne

Lachlan was in the midst of writing down an order when a notable noise emerged from the other side of the pub. The noise was a combination of a few shouts, the screeching noises of chairs scraping across the floor, and a few snickers. She glanced up, taking a quick look at another fight that was beginning to break out before nonchalantly looking back down to finish writing up her order. It was pretty often when fights broke up considering the amounts of hunters that dropped by everyday. If they weren’t busy cheering over their newest hunt, planning out their next one, then they would deal with their anger another way. It was always a battle of pride or their ego. Promising the costumers their food would be out soon, Lachlan walked back to the bar to send the order to the kitchen, allowing the fight to carry on for a brief minute. It provided entertainment for the other people, and usually, the fight never lasted long. It didn’t capture her attention until a cracking noise could be heard, sending its waves across the whole bar. She looked over at the property damage, her eyes narrowing at the pair going at each other. She walked over with an unperturbed posture, her facade lacking any details of concern or amusement. Grabbing the closest figure to her by the hem of his shirt, she was able to pull him back, preventing him from his next attack. “Are you guys done? If not, take it outside,” she demanded with a glare, one that took its turn on both participants. Her eyes grew narrower when noted that the other woman was unscathed, completely spotless of proofs of the fight whatsoever. Had Lachlan not seen them earlier, she would believe her if she had said she wasn’t apart of the fight. “You couldn’t have at least let him get a punch in? This could’ve ended a lot earlier.” 

[lachreid]

pennyxbacker:

“Why the hell did I move to this crazy ass town. Deadly viruses, end-of-the-fucking-world light shows in the sky… Braddock- where sanity goes to die.”

“For me, of course,” Lachlan exclaimed as soon as she found the opportunity to slip that in. “Because I’m worth all the viruses and light shows, but hey, if you’re down with packing your bags and leaving, I’m in. You get to keep me and get away from all this nonsense.” 

[lachreid]

text meme for Timmy!

the name of your muse in my phone

robin hood

a picture that my muse has of you in contacts

the ringtone for your muse

burn the witch by radiohead

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ lachlan ] : Yeah, I saw her hanging out with Mere a few times at the bar. Does’t explain why she would be needing to break in, though. Did she take anything? 

[lachreid]

1-800-i-ain't-dead. ~ iphone text meme ~

the name of your muse in my phone

casper the not-so-friendly ghost

a picture that my muse has of you in contacts

(face = not-so-friendly)

the ringtone for your muse

partners in crime by the strokes

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ lachlan ] : Can you even text me back? Can ghosts hold phones and type? Or does it fall right through your hands? Do I have to summon you? Use a Ouija board? Buy hair gel? I have so many questions. 

[lachreid]

iPhone meme for Aaron ;)

the name of your muse in my phone

aaroff harmoff 

a picture that my muse has of you in contacts

(lbr she probably just cropped him from a staff photo) 

the ringtone for your muse

the boy with the thorn in his side by the smiths

my muse’s last text to your muse

[ lachlan ]: Don’t get too excited, but I was wondering if you’d like to join me on a hunt and show me what it’s like nowadays. 

[alicnwrites]

( insp. )

[avadakdavrawrites-archived]

iphone text meme ~

(Okay, listen, this character meme isn’t mine but I can’t find the original link of it, so I’m posting it here because I am Trash™. Full credits to the original poster!)

Send a character / ship name and I’ll give you:

The name of your muse in my phone

A picture that my muse has of you in contacts

The ringtone for your muse

My muse’s last text to your muse

[lachreid]

( aaron. )

He chuckled a little before shrugging, “A few darts competitions when it got too slow,” he admitted, there being only so much they could do on the quieter nights to keep busy before boredom and stupid dares and bets began to kick in, which they inevitably did, and often encouraged by him when he was in the mood. He was always in a need to keep the mood light and work fun, it made the shift go quicker. Slow shifts and miserable work colleagues just made working worse, the least they could do was have some fun whilst they were at it. 

At the mention of customers throwing themselves at him, he shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck in some attempt at modesty, though the fact that he had been caught flirting with one of the girls more then once was something that always played on the back of his mind. After all, who was it that said bartending was a great way to meet the ladies? He sure as hell knew it was, “Nah, I’ve been behaving myself.” he replied, only a half lie and that much was obviously by the small smirk before he heard Lachlan’s question about Charlie. “Uh, yeah I got the ass kicking impression very well, uh.. fae was it?” he asked, hoping he got it right before he saw her next, “Fae did not, but I may or may not have uhm, offered.” he admitted with a boyish smile, “Supervised, of course.”

“Perfect way for time to pass. Hunters with darts -- always a joy and an entertainment,” she commented with a shake of her head. It was amazing what a hunter could do with just one object between their fingers. What was made for only one purpose quickly was able have many jobs and roles when occupied by someone who liked to take advantage of anything around them. Her eyebrows quirked upwards in amusement as soon as she witnessed his reaction as if he just got caught in the act. It wasn’t hard to notice. She was sure the rest of the employees saw it too. A scoff came up to surface when she heard his reply. “Oh, really? How many numbers did you get just in the past week?” she inquired, attempting to disqualify his statement. “If it keeps them coming, keep on doing it,” she added, to make sure he knew that she wasn’t attacking him for it. “Yup, fae,” she confirmed with a nod. “Of course you did. Hm, I don’t think fae’s the one who needs to be supervised,” she teased, a sardonic smile growing onto her lips to convey her message.