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Knock knock knock. Dyson was not one to lose his cool, it came with the profession he is in. Demons, angels, supernatural things in general. Hunt them down, double check the area, move on. That is until a call from a friend left a chill up his spine and a sense of haste to head over to be sure they are alright. “Hey, hey. It’s me. Dyson.” He raps on the door with more urgency, less pause between the knocks. “Come on, don’t make me kick this door down.The landlord would be pissed at me.” He said, “Just… hang out with me. Okay?” He almost feels a plea tugging at his voice. The nephilim did not have much time to change, so there he stood, in his dark gray pajama sweats and a comfortable cotton t shirt. When and if the door finally opens, the tall male opens his arms a bit. “ ‘mere.” He offers, wanting nothing more than to provide comfort.

#Open starter #once more for the daytime crew

Knock knock knock. Dyson was not one to lose his cool, it came with the profession he is in. Demons, angels, supernatural things in general. Hunt them down, double check the area, move on. That is until a call from a friend left a chill up his spine and a sense of haste to head over to be sure they are alright. “Hey, hey. It’s me. Dyson.” He raps on the door with more urgency, less pause between the knocks. “Come on, don’t make me kick this door down.The landlord would be pissed at me.” He said, “Just... hang out with me. Okay?” He almost feels a plea tugging at his voice. The nephilim did not have much time to change, so there he stood, in his dark gray pajama sweats and a comfortable cotton t shirt. When and if the door finally opens, the tall male opens his arms a bit. “ ‘mere.” He offers, wanting nothing more than to provide comfort.

#hallowed be thy name ( Dyson )#open starter #mother hen dyson

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“What about Sunny?” There, that made Samandriel feel as though they really were friends. His expression was entirely one of relief as he smiled at him, he liked thinking that perhaps he could help.

“Lets get out of here, somewhere more dry.” He reached out and offered the other his hand. Though he was starting to think that the rain might actually be good for them. “Earth starts to feel like home after a while, doesn’t it?”

Sunny. He liked the sound of that, even if it was almost cheesy in a way he hardly minded at all.

“Where do you have in mind?” He asked, curiously as his eyes went down to Samandiel’s hand. Reluctant at first, almost worried that a touch would cause the other angel to vanish from sight, he takes the hand and then gives a firm squeeze. The feathers on his wings raised some before flattening back against one another. Yes, Samandriel was here. Strange, but welcome.

“It does. I don’t know entirely how it works here but... I’m beginning to understand some things.”

#whostillbelieves

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Samandriel gave him a wider smile when he heard his name and stretched his own wings out to help shield him. He didn’t want anything to happen to him, even if he didn’t really know him.

“I’m Samandriel, if you’d like to call me Sam–you can, makes me feel like I belong here.” Maybe being here didn’t just extend to humans, he wasn’t the only angel disenchanted with Heaven.

“Sam...” He repeated quietly, feeling he should return the favor. “Call me what you like, if you prefer something... shorter.” He was alright with this other angel, the warmth of welcome certainly giving him a good feeling. Like he was not alone.

Sunukkuhkau did not mind the rain, but appreciated the gesture. He decided to replicate it, his own with dropping a bit to slide behind Sam’s back and arch somewhat over the males head. The rain pelted lightly against his feathers, which were already soaked to begin with, but aided in keeping his companion dry.

#whostillbelieves

Starter call. Just lemme know what muse ya want.

#Out of character

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Conrad had half of his investigation for his article finished. He needed a little more information on the underground ring that was happening through the clubs. It wasn't unusual for dancers to give private performances but when they went missing or claimed that there were held against their will, it created a bit of a stir and he wanted to be the one to break the story. It was a big headline. He had spent plenty of time at several different clubs. This was his first trip into the one on the outskirts of town.

He settled himself into a VIP booth at the strip club and watched the dancers move on stage. He didn't deny himself some enjoyment even when he was working. He was a demi god after all. He could have his fun and get things done. All the men on display were enjoyable to watch but one caught his eye in particular and he wondered how he could get him over to where he was sitting.

All focus on the work he had to do was temporarily out the window. He could gather more information later. He was too distracted by the fine looking younger man. The dance moves were tantalizing and he found himself licking his lips and unconsciously palming his crotch a couple of times.

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Ellison had heard of the disappearances murmured through the change rooms. It was nothing he had heard before, dancers go missing off and on and life just... goes forward without them. The details had him a tad bit concerned, but with a flip of a switch those thoughts scatter and he is in his element. Performing. The attention he gets from the eyes of the people here is a rush, an encouragement to show off the way he can move and position himself on the pole with little effort.

Swing, grind, give a little lower lip to the audience. He hooked his legs and hands and shuffled up the pole before leaning back and hanging upside down with his legs anchoring him. Ellison moved his hands over his abdomen, torso, then shoulders. His fingers card through his hair and he almost moaned just giving himself the attention. More importantly to get the crowd going.

When done this routine he plops onto his feet and gives a little showmans bow, arms spread and head lowered. His adoring audience. With a kiss blown out to no one in particular and trotted along and hopped off the stage. He stripped down to a snug set of briefs and happily visited with the people. Before long he is by Conrad and giving the fella a friendly chirp. "Hey, man. Want anything?" And he is not shy in the slightest, personal space? Who needs that. He is laying across the table and giving Conrad a little look. Michevious. His chin rested on his palms and legs gently swung.

#Jaggedandcarnal #nsfw ish #keep your eyes on me ( Ellison )

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I highly recommend following this magical cinnamon roll.

#frIEND

Sunukkuhkau remained curious of this new, potential friend. He had watched humans go about their business for so long, never one to reveal himself to them. The lack of communication with anyone felt... lonely. Also, like he was losing his mind along the way. Losing himself, with it. He is not quite sure he believes what he is seeing, perhaps he should be wary...

He does willingly give his name to the other, curling his wings a bit closer to his shoulders to shelter himself somewhat. "I am Sunukkuhkau..."

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All the time that Samandriel had spent on Earth since his father had brought him back only reminded him that he was doing the right thing by staying here. Maybe he could never have a normal life, but being here was as close as he would ever get. And finding one of his own? It only made him more sad that there were others like him who might be cut off. Whatever the case, he wasn’t just going to leave him there.

Maybe he shouldn’t wake him up, but he had to at least try and get him somewhere safe, so Samandriel got down on his knees next to him, curling one of his wings over him to try and keep him dry. His hand reaching up to grab the other’s shoulder.

“Wake up, hey–we should get you somewhere dry.”

At first there is no response, the Grigori sound asleep and peaceful at that. He had not expected so see another of his own standing before him and sheltering him from the rain. Sunukkuhkau slowly opened his brown, golden flecked eyes and froze. Those drenched feathers lifting a little bit, fluffing as though startled.

“I uh...” Stunned. He can hardly make out much, “Okay.”

Uncertain if he should, but in awe that another angel was here, he got up from his nest and straightened out. He’s a tall fella’ at six foot seven, his wings even greater when spread. Though, he keeps them tucked somewhat low, the tips frayed and dirtied from dragging along the concrete.

#whostillbelieves #watchful folk ( Sunukkuhkau )#sunny; owo who dis #sorry lmao

A dark, dreary day. The sky did not make much noise, no angry rumbling that made sleep particularly difficult for the Grigori. He had made what is basically a nest in a back alley behind a local business. It was a nest of some cardboard boxes flattened and laying beneath him. Trash bags, plump with garbage, were pushed aside to accommodate him as he had settled against the brickwork of the business. Sunukkuhkau had a habit of settling in as it rained and sleeping through it. It brought peace, a sense of calm despite the chill that followed. He often brought his long legs to his chest and rested his head atop his knees while his arms hugged his legs.

Comfortable. Sleepy. He begins to drift off as his wings, white with mottled grey areas, began to soak in the downpour. They sagged a bit, heavy with the rain, but remained arched enough to give him some shelter while the rain would run off the ends of the frayed feathers and onto the cardboard he sat upon.

#whostillbelieves #watchful folk ( Sunukkuhkau )