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luke, buckbeak, jack + 3
fuck: luke. who wouldn’t want to explore their sexuality with this man? @ofresurrectstake a bullet for: belyash. they really bonded in that ditch. @trvshdadmurder: no one. jack doesn’t deserve to be killed, unless his death is by marshmallows. at least he’d have a nice way to go. @ofablaze
send me three names + a number …
3 + Eri, Kai, Klaus
fuck: klaus. he’s a good-looking man. @aregentsruintake a bullet for: eri, even though she’s a reaper. bullets are still painful, so, he’d rather spare her the pain. @ofreapingsmurder: kai. yikes. @prisonwrld
send me three names + a number …
Luke, Natasha, Liv + 5
kill: natasha. liv seems lovely and he’d rather not kill luke’s sister. @hvnterismbetray: liv. @twinderelllahave on your zombie apocalypse team: luke. technically, it would be natasha, but then luke would have to die, and he’d rather … not have that. @ofresurrects
send me three names + a number …
ofreapings ;
“you sound like an expert. why don’t you give it a shot?” she slid the book, careful of her hand so it wouldn’t bite it off. “make it feel real sweet.”
“ alright. ” he’s not one to back down from a CHALLENGE. asterion bends his knees to meet the book’s spine on his eye level, the heels of his palms digging into his thighs. “ hey —— relax, buddy. someone’s trying to read you. we’re all friends here. ”
faeique ;
——— @apxstarters , open !
[ . . . ] there wasn’t much to be said , returning with a cup of her own after retrieving her company theirs . nothing beats a good cup of tea on a day like this , days where warmth and comfort are to be longed for . her studio was safe , warm , and had a good kitchen , in her biased opinion . ‘ feeling any better ? ’
he’s soaked from head to toe, but it doesn’t put a damper on his mood ; on the contrary, he accepts the cup of tea with ease & a smile that bleeds gratitude. “ thanks. i wasn’t expecting a shower. ” it’s still raining outside —— thunder and lightning have joined in now, and he’s never been happier to seek shelter somewhere warm, with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. he looks small for someone his size. “ i like this one. ” he picks at it, examining the material underneath his fingertips. “ it’s FUZZY. ”
ofresurrects ;
“ ha. my bad. basically – you go in, ask for the pink drink. they’ll know what you mean. ” he makes a split second decision, shoots his shot. “ i could go with you some time, show you the ropes. ” it’s a little presumptuous but at the same time, maybe not. yes, the guy’s attractive – and yes, luke does want to climb him like a tree, but coming back from the dead has been lonely. really, what he wants more than anything, is human connection. ( is it too much to ask ? maybe. ) “ if you want. ” he cracks a smile, nods his head. yeah, he’s heard that. “ more of a suggestion now than a rule. ” a snort. “ but hey - they say you’re only as old as you feel, so – i’m pushing 70, maybe 65 on a good day. ” it’s a joke but it’s not untrue. it’s been an adjustment, to say the least, getting used to this; being alive, being here, and seeing a face in the mirror he isn’t ashamed to see looking back at him. even the good can sometimes be exhausting. “ i guess it is. ” in a way, all magic comes down to energy – in the most simplistic way of looking at things, he can’t deny that. “ that makes two of us. ” he’s got classes, sure, but that’s going to made a little complicated given his face-lift. “ well i’m free now – if you are. i’ll even buy you coffee, something that doesn’t sound like a tween pop-star. ”
“ i didn’t know i’d be needing a guide for ordering drinks, but here i am, ” he jokes, but doesn’t say no. he could use some friends too —— it seems that everywhere he goes, he only sees scowls and threatening faces ( he’s aware that he doesn’t look the most approachable either, but he tries ). not to mention that it’s a little far-fetched to assume that luke is a threat to him ; not that it’s his way of insulting his size or ... sort of puppy-like exterior. “ sounds good. it’s a date. ” that’s what people say, right? something akin to an appointment, but less formal. asterion relates to the age situation a little too well, both physically and mentally, but he figures it’s not the best time to tell him that he was born before jesus even existed ( also —— jesus? more gods? seriously? he’s totally behind ). actually, never is the best time. “ maybe if you go to one of those people who crack your backs, they’ll help you feel younger. ” it comes out as a joke, but it’s more of an aftermath of his innocent musing. on the brighter side, however, he knows something new now — like the fact that there’s such a thing as chiropractors. “ i’m sure i can pencil you into my HECTIC schedule, right next to my daily walks under the moonlight and running from my rent payments. ” he lets out a deep chuckle and his hands find their way into the pockets of his hoodie, his stance wide and confident. “ alright, body snatcher. make it worth it. ”
liketherifles ;
is the guy fucking with him? he’s probably fucking with him. hence the uncomfortable ( and forced ) smile that briefly placates his face. “ thanks. pass. ” some of the people he meets, he swears. “ had it once. wasn’t a fan. it’s a bit too — grainy for my taste. ”
now asterion is looking at the stranger as if he’s the one who just suddenly grew three heads. “ did it taste grainy? ” is it some ... slang for alcohol? he’s certainly not an expert —— he doesn’t understand textures and shit. “ i don’t know. it’s seems popular for a reason. ”
“You’re not the only one running around, punching people today.”
totouchthefiretwice:
EDDIE DIAZ → STUCK (2x04)
ofablaze ;
it was a soft smile, despite his doubt and his fear, as the man spoke of marshmallows. he’d only had them the once but jack remembered them being something delicious and soft. so, he made his way forward. steady in his gaze as he looked at the cereal, the accompanying marshmallows and then the man. oh, yes, that comment was aimed at him. “i’m sorry.” he said, because maybe there was a lot he didn’t know but bargaining into another’s home without permission was typically something one tried to avoid. “i’m jack.” he introduced. “i’m sorry i didn’t knock.”
he provides the other with a bowl, he pours the cereal in —— he makes sure there are enough marshmallows —— before the milk, and once he’s done, asterion pushes the bowl towards the other. “ asterion. ” he smiles back around the spoon that is in his mouth. “ you always break into people’s houses? ” he might be welcoming right now, but the man is still cautious as he’s always been. “ are you on a run? ”
ofresurrects ;
“ i wish i could help you on that one. most of their recipes just sound like science experiments gone wrong. i like the pink drink though, some acai thing. ” he can’t help it. sometimes he just is that basic. he likes to think he makes up for it by not being able to tolerate katy perry music, and having never tried ANYTHING with a pumpkin spice flavoring. “ no one’s too old for games. ” he corrects, then amends his statement. “ unless you’re 99. ” a joke, a bad one. “ — because the boxes used to say ages whatever to 99. ” he blinks. “ actually, i don’t know if they still do that. i might be dating myself. ” he scrubs at the back of his neck, a sheepish smile on his face as his cheeks flush. “ yeah ? i guess i’ve never thought about it. as a kid though, i did think the light that came on in the fridge when you opened it was magic. ” he later learned that magic wasn’t used quite so mundanely, was much more interesting than he ever could have thought. lesson learned. “ full story ? ” now that was a mouthful, more baggage than maybe he wants to dump on a cute stranger thirty seconds after meeting him. “ DEPENDS. how much time do you have ? ”
he blinks a couple times as if that’s going to help him to understand what the other is talking bout, but to no one’s surprise, he doesn’t. “ right —— i’m hearing words, but i don’t know what they mean. ” in his defense, he still has a lot to catch up with, you know, being behind and all. though he trusts the other’s taste ; perhaps, if the right moment comes up, he will ask for the acai thing one day. “ apparently, age is just a number nowadays. that’s what i heard at least. ” he’s not sure if he agrees with it, but some of the modern issues he’d rather not touch upon. his mind is already reeling because of everything — he doesn’t need to add another thing to the list. that said, he does feel old ; mostly because he technically is, but he’s learning. “ i still think it is. magic, ” he says, rather fondly, because any sort of development in technology is MAGIC, if you think about it. the fact that one’s mind can transcend the current possibilities of evolution is rather ... mystic. “ let’s see —— i’m unemployed, so ... all the time in the world? ”
ofreapings ;
“words.” she repeated dryly. “you wanna help me educate the book then boyscout? cause gotta admit, not quite sure how to feed words.”
he should have seen this coming. “ i don’t know —— maybe whisper to it. stroke the back? who doesn’t love some sweet-talking? ”
lcrenzo ;
enzo should be more concerned than he is. after half a year in this city filled with monsters, he should expect the WORST. h o w e v e r . enzo rarely does what he should do. his own fingers follow suit, curling around the presented hand tightly as he awaits the stranger’s demands. oh. “ how disappointing, ” he mutters, eyes rolling in his skull as he thinks of the ten dollars he might lose in this fight. “ if i win, ” he begins, smirk idling upon his features as his gaze scans innocently across the room, “ you have to choose, ” —who i eat for— “ my supper. ” his eyes are alight with mischief, eyebrows twitching upwards for a brief second, as though a challenge; will he connect the dots?
it takes him a moment to realize the actual meaning behind his words, but when he does, he agrees with no hesitation. ah, a supernatural creature —— most likely with enhanced powers. perhaps a vampire ; he learned about the existence of those not too long ago. he would have said no had he been worried about losing this, but evidently, he’s not. “ deal. no take backs. but —— why don’t we try with both arms? ” just to make this interesting, he will let the other win the first round by playing with the human version of him. all to lull him into a false sense of security. “ i’m left-handed. we should make this fair. ” as fair as it can possibly get.
ofreapings ;
“since when do books BITE people?”
“ maybe try feeding it. with ... words or something. ” is he serious? who knows at this point.
send 💁 for our muses to be stuck in a small space together
sometimes he gets paranoid. one wrong look elicits a fight or flight response, and while he usually confronts the danger head-on, this time, he chooses flight. after running into theseus ( or what he’d believed to be him at the time ), asterion has this ingrained irrational distrust that there are people out there to get him —— to fight the disruption of the universe that brought him back. believe it or not, but he likes being human ; he likes living.
so, he runs.
luke parker being an obstacle in his way is something he couldn’t have foreseen. it’s not that he wants to drag the innocent man into this, but he just happens to be coming out of a narrow alley, which also just so happens to be the perfect hiding spot for him. that’s how they both end up pressed chest to chest together, with asterion’s palm gently cupping luke’s mouth to silence any exclamations of surprise.
he doesn’t look at him at first. he’s too busy observing the vague shadows outside the alley, the lights casting a soft glow upon the streets, a few people passing by — some of them in a hurry, some of them not. the silence that lingers in between them is almost deafening as he waits with baited breath, not even knowing what or who he’s expecting. tick tock tick tock. then, a silhouette disappears from his peripheral vision and he finally exhales, turning his head to the other side. oh — right. luke parker.
“ hi. ” he smiles like he’s oblivious to their, well, compromising situation — because he sort of is — and he hopes he doesn’t seem threatening, towering over the other like that, because, truth be told, despite having met only once, he’s already decided that this luke guy is pretty fun to hang out with. it wouldn’t hurt to keep a friendly face around. asterion drills holes with his gaze, questioning and curious, as if he’s not the one caging the other and standing in the way ; it takes him an embarrassingly long moment to realize. “ ah. ” he clicks his tongue and snaps his fingers once he lowers his hand. it’s his cue to leave. with that sheepish grin cemented in his expression, he slowly backs out of the alley, praying that he didn’t somehow suffocate the other to death in there. “ sorry. next time i’ll give you a warning. ”
