You smell like wet dog, but it's good to see you again.
Aw, you totally missed me. Look everyone. Stefan missed me.

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You smell like wet dog, but it's good to see you again.
Aw, you totally missed me. Look everyone. Stefan missed me.
I idly wonder if Jordan would count as a downworlder or if they would just assume he’s a demon.
You still smell like wet dog.
Could be worse. Could smell like burnt toast so win for me, I guess.
No Fear of Depths [ 2/? of legatorius and xaudiens’s infinite Marrish AUs]
A royal ship met with a storm during a routine crossing and the kingdom’s prince was swept off the bow while trying to help the crew pull in the rigging.
However, luck was on his side and he was saved from his watery grave by the most woman he had ever laid eyes upon. A mermaid right out of legend; Lydia was the name she gave when she took his heart.
Their parting kiss would not be the last they would share for Prince Jordan vowed to see her again, no matter the cost. There was not anything he would not give to be able to follow her back into the waves.
Unable to stand being apart from his love, the prince traded in his legs for a tail. Love driving him to seek her out. But tis a wide ocean, and deeper more malignant stories are in play than either of the lovers know.
IM GONNA BE LIKE. BUSY TOMORROW. DUNNO WHEN I’LL GET TO REPLIES.
i’d like to write but im not really feeling well so i dont know if that’s going to happen
xaudiens:
legatorius:
it doesnt help that i never ever publish verse information so everyone not directly involved is always lost so oops lemme do that quick
all verses are with xaudiens
surf and turf- lydia is a mermaid princess and jordan’s a dorky cop in love with her
no fear of depths- lydia is still a mermaid and jordan is a prince but he’s totally goinna like sell his kingdom or shit to do a reverse little mermaid to be with her
the heart’s a lethal hazard- college au where jordan sees lydia every time he dies, and he’s increasingly prone to dying in ridiculous accidental ways.
year of the willow- jordan works at a movie theater and lydia is a movie star convinced he recognized her but nope.
at the beginning- fake married au! that runs congruent with season five because the 6 month time skip was really convenient for us
silver clouds with grey linings- the au where jordan is a phoenix
only this and nothing more- that au where jordan is a valraven
hellsbreath and arson paws- that au where jordan thought he was a phoenix and SUPRISE, he’s a hellhound
i am totally completely missing some im sure
I want you to know that I was looking through old messages earlier and i found this shit vvvv
[7/3/2015 10:17:27 PM] my little burrowing owl: if i did a verses page it would literally just be ‘okay here’s all the aus i have with xaudiens’
I MEAN WAS I WRONG????
people keep tagging sexual stuff as ‘muse bait’ but if i were to do stuff i’d have to flood your dashes with cheesecakes and coffee
“Shh, it’s okay! It’s normal to have flashbacks, but you have to try to focus on me now.”
Rescued/escaped hostage starter sentences (no longer accepting)
Lydia wasn’t certain what it had been that drew her back. The sound of his voice? The way he spoke, like he had been exactly where she is now? Maybe a bit. Or perhaps it was the fluid motions he had taken to defend himself against her blows, each kick deflected and dodged, her fists redirected harmlessly away from him, the way his hands had briefly gripped her hips as she had leapt at him, raising her up and away and gently placing her on the ground again, as practiced and fluid as a ballet. Not just a man who knew how to fight, but one who knew how to fight her. A man who had practiced with her and understood the motion of her body. For an instant she wavered between lucidity and confusion, stepping backwards unsteadily once, then twice more; stumbles.
The warmth of an arm around her waist as he caught her, the safety of a hand against her back when she fell forward against him, the rush of air as he whispered soothing words against her hair. That was what finally pulled her back into the moment. Lydia leaned back, a hand against his chest, and he must have thought she was pushing him off of her, but she kept hold of him, keeping him close, and slid her hand up to touch her fingertips to his jaw, eyes sweeping over his face. Focusing, as he had said. There were three red lines along his cheek where her nails had caught him in the struggle, and cold shame settled in her gut. She pulled her gaze away from them and let it settle on his eyes, as though she could communicate through them and share a moment of his calm.
“Okay. Okay.” Tipping her head forward to lean her forehead against his chin, she braced herself against his shoulders. It felt childish, to imagine that someone’s embrace could keep her safe from her own thoughts the way a blanket over her head would guard against monsters, and for a moment she ached to sit on the floor and lean back against her mother’s legs while she braided Lydia’s hair. But her mother needed sleep almost as much as Lydia did.
The grass was prickly against her bare feet, and without a word, she looped her arms around his neck and leaned on him, and he understood, lifting her up in both arms and allowing her to lay her head on his shoulder. They weren’t far from her house. If he hadn’t insisted on stationing himself out front to keep watch, she might be halfway to the preserve by now. The motion of his steps toward the street was soothing, his thumb brushing back and forth against her waist to calm her. By the time he reached her front door, she was asleep.
okay that 20 minutes is up its time to try and put my ass to sleep
dissociativeripper:
The logical thing to do would be to wave back and walk down the street like a human being. The asshole thing to do is run down the street at vampire speed and tap Jordan on the shoulder with his free hand. Stefan compromises. He runs down the street and stops in front of Jordan’s porch.
“Why wave? I’m right here already.”
“Jesus hot sauce Christmas cake.”
Only years of training stopped him from shouting, instead his words came out like a muffled curse. Leave it to Stefan to make an entrance that felt like it took years off his life. The ‘having a vampire for a friend’ was going to be completely different from the rest of the supernatural friends that he'd made so far.
“What took you so long,” he joked.
im having a glass of wine at 7am because i’ve lost control of everything in my sniffly life. i also stealth replied to all of billy’s rps. Because im awful like that. tehe.
xaudiens:
She understood somehow, and laid her hand on his head while she rolled, pushing herself up on one elbow, The whole world rocked and tipped like she’d stood up on a rowboat, and she gripped Jordan’s fur and the grass to keep from falling off. Her eyes refused to focus, and she pitched forward, catching herself on her palms with her back to Jordan, where she was sick on the grass. Coughing, Lydia spat a few times, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she murmured an apology as she reached up to grip the back of the giant dog.
Her legs pushed at the ground, slipping on the leaves for a moment before finding purchase and she was able to pull herself onto Jordan’s back, wobbling briefly and sliding from side to side before she wrapped both arms around his neck loosely and laid her head against his neck, allowing her eyes to close again. He was warm and soft and familiar, and she was so tired. “Are you okay?” the question was small and faint and barely whispered against his fur. She was hurt, weak, and delirious, but her concern was for him.
The worry that coiled in his gut increased tenfold as Lydia was sick. That was bad. Being sick after having a head injury was very, very bad. If only he had been able to take more of the brunt from the explosion. If he had been quicker, Lydia might not have been hurt as severely as she was. There was nothing he could do but whine and try to position himself in a way that supported her as much as he could.
There was a sharp sting as Lydia slid onto his back that Jordan attributed to her pulling on his fur, but he didn’t flinch or vocalize his pain. They had to get moving and Lydia wouldn’t cooperate if she thought he was being hurt. Jordan answered her back with a yip as he got to his feet as softly as he could (though he felt kind of like a camel trying to get off the ground). His own pain was manageable for now. It was nowhere near the worst he had ever had.
One thing that did worry him was that if Lydia fell off of him, there was going to be very little he could do to keep her from aggravating her injuries. Each step he had to take would need to be careful. The first came out as wobbly, but soon they transitioned into determined strides as Jordan adjusted the extra weight shifting his center of balance.
dissociativeripper:
[ SMS ➜ wisht ]: i can actually see your house from here
[ SMS ➜ wisht ]: but you asked nicely so okay okay i’ll bring you the pizza
[ SMS ➜ thorn ]: I think i see you. can you wave.
dissociativeripper:
[ SMS ➜ wisht ]: i’m eating the pizza by myself
[ SMS ➜ thorn ]: noooooooo
[ SMS ➜ thorn ]: not fair i didn’t even make the pun
[ SMS ➜ thorn ]: come onnnn i’ll buy next time pls bring the pizza
[ SMS ➜ thorn ]: if you were here right now you’d be feeling the full force of the puppydog eyes.