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@ncnnocere said : “You are mine…”
it was said in a matter of passion , of emotions , of love . bleeding into their very quivering core as they rode their last throes of lust . scratch marks mare the wall where the lycan had found himself pressed , the usari’s larger body covering him from behind as his lover’s lips found his neck up to his ear . soft panting breaths whispered words only meant from lucian to hear even though there was no one else around to witness their exchange .
you are mine …
those words , they were possessive but not in the way of property . it was a claim over the lycan’s forever broken heart . a sweet balm . a healing touch . they were followed with soft kisses as the lycan turned over to face silas . their lips found each other .
❝ i love you . ❞ were the words he responded with . the syllables which had not left his lips since that dreadful day six centuries ago . though silas was not meant as a replacement , it was time for lucian to listen to sonja’s prayers , those spoken softly in his dreams . lucian deserved this . he deserved someone’s care and in return , his own would be equally given .
@hiighwarlock || magnus
Magnus’s eyes flick downward to the elegant breadth of Silas’s hands, watching as the taller man pulls cash from his wallet and drops it on the bartop. A blink, and the Warlock finds himself smothering the urge to laugh, an indulgent warmth blossoming in his chest. “…Such a gentleman…” He murmurs, deciding against mentioning that this is, in fact, Magnus’s club (and all his drinks are on the house).
Those hands are on his hips now, and Bane is more than happy to let Si guide them both from the dim, thumping interior of the bar to the quieter sidewalk outside. He pivots neatly, capturing one of the larger man’s palms and curling his bejeweled fingers between Silas’s own, beaming up at him in reward for his adventurous spirit, “Worry not, darling. Where we’re going, the Turkish coffee is always brewed sweet, with sugar and cardamom…”
Magnus lifts his free hand, enacting a casual, sweeping arc with the splayed fan of his fingers. Golden light blooms outward as a portal opens up in the wake of his gesture. Yes, that is the Republic of Turkey on the other side. The Warlock’s smile turns mischievous, “…and while you might not have a double shift, I’m sure I can think of something to expend your energy on…”
“Ah, so you’re a show-off!” Silas teases and lifts a brow, impressed by the display but not grossly surprised as he regards both the portal and his companion with renewed intrigue. Daylight from the other side of the world warms his skin and lights up the gold at the back of his eyes, the sheen of it glinting into Magnus’ open face, then flickering down to their enlaced fingers. A confident show-off. Silas laughs to himself, a huff under his breath at this growing image of his nighttime stranger, wondering exactly what it is underneath that forms the foundations for all this bravado. Magical or not, people often are not all that they appear to be, and if Magnus appears to be everything, then Silas can’t help but wonder at the things he is not. A philosophical experiment, perhaps, for another time.
“One might wonder if that isn’t your intention,” he muses, stepping up to the portal and wondering just how long it’s been since he last set foot in Istanbul. “Riling me up as you seem wont to do. I suppose if nothing eats me on the other side of this door, you might just get a bite yourself.” He lifts a hand as if to hold the door open for Magnus, lingering in the air between one side of the world and the other. “After you.”
@jumpstrcct || hanson
@ncnnocere said : “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
❝ i don’t know what you mean … ❞ he cleared his throat , looking back down to the typewriter which he was seemingly more interested in all of a sudden . ❝ so … what do you see … ❞
“I see you failing that paper, unless you’re writing it about my backside,” Silas replied softly, under his breath, giving Hanson’s shoulder a squeeze. “Please focus.”
cxptxin-kirk:
Jim huffs but doesn’t bite back because he knows it’s true. He swears he can feel the pinch however gentle the hypos are, and he’d prefer not to get them at all. He hates to think about the idea of a needle – a slow in and an even slower out. No thanks. “You’ll only hear me say this once: I think I’d rather have the hypo.”
He hops off the bed and checks the time on the wall. He’s still got another hour and a half before shift change, when he’s got to be on the bridge. “When are you off shift? We haven’t done a lunch in forever. I’m starting to think you’re avoiding me.” Jim grins, mischievous.
“I would never avoid you,” Silas drawls teasingly, removing his gloves and depositing them in a reconstitution bin. “Not even after that last little adventure you dragged me on -- you know, the one where I got spored in the face by an alien mushroom and everything tasted like prunes for a month.”
In truth, he did find himself occasionally withdrawing -- not only from Jim, but from most social obligations that often arose in the close quarters of the ship. Often, it had very little to do with anyone but himself. “So what are you buying me for lunch?”
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@cxptxin-kirk || continued from here
“That’s because if you know it’s coming, you move,” Silas chides, lifting Jim’s head with a finger on his chin and examining the point of contact. “Be glad it’s just a hypo -- imagine if we used actual needles.”
His eyes widen and brows wag with the questionable sanity of a mad scientist before he chuckles and steps aside for Jim to hop off the biobed. Silas claps his shoulder. “Good as new, Captain.”
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@lycanlead said: “What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt.”
“I’m fine. You could have been killed, Lucian.” Silas could hear water dripping steadily from the ceiling, runoff into the underground from the streets overhead. Steady. Familiar. Somewhere deeper he can hear the roars of lycan brethren and the warning snarls of their bloodsucking rivals, smell blood on the ground and taste the steel of their entrails, but the concrete around them is quiet and still. Only water, dripping from the ceiling. Only Lucian, panting at his side.
Silas peeled out of his jacket and his shirt, silver oozing from the bullet holes in his flank and shoulder -- not deep enough to kill him, but the fragmented shards would be impossible to dig out.
“Light caliber,” he observed, fingers pressing at one of the holes in an attempt to force the metallic fluid from his body, like venom. “But the silver would have killed you.”
@lycanlead said: “Tell me a secret.”
The afternoon stretched out in front of them, a chill rising on the breeze as the sun fell low in the sky, a round, crimson eye succumbing to sleep at the day’s end. It isn’t often that Silas managed to drag Lucian from the depths during the day, and though the sunlight was failing he couldn’t help but close his eyes and savor its warmth on his face. Under his feet the path crackled with leaves and debris, the smell of the scattered trees warm and earthen on the air while the chatter of humans and their children faded as they slipped deeper into the wooded area around the park.
“A secret?” Silas laid his hand absently at the small of Lucian’s back, humming quietly in thought. “I can’t stand Raze’s cooking.”
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angst.
“(Name)! Open the door!”
“I can’t pretend anymore.”
“How could you ask me that?”
“You lied to me!”
“You can’t see me.”
“If I’m a monster, what are you?”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re scaring me.”
“Get the hell out.”
“I thought you were dead.”
“I’m not losing you again.”
“Why do you care?”
“Don’t you dare walk out that door.”
“You’re not safe here.”
“That sounds a lot like ‘goodbye.’”
“You broke my heart.”
“What is this? What are we really?”
“I’m sorry but.. who are you?”
“Why aren’t you with her?”
“Don’t shut me out.”
“This isn’t you.”
“You’ve hurt me enough already.”
“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”
“I won’t forgive you for this.”
“There was never an ‘us.’”
“I never loved you.”
“It was never supposed to come to this.”
“Do you really think I’m happy?”
fluff & romance.
“Tell me again.”
“Marry me.”
“Do you trust me?”
“It’s freezing. Come here.”
“I’ve got you.”
“Because I love you.”
“Don’t ever let me go.”
“I’ve loved you for years.”
“Stay. Please.”
“I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Always.”
“Look, a shooting star! Make a wish.”
“Is that.. my shirt?”
“I think I love you.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Can I stay with you?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Take my bed tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“It made me think of you.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“You’re basically a marshmallow. Perfect for cuddling.”
“It’s always been you.”
“Move over.”
“Tell me a secret.”
“Truth or dare?”
“I could kiss you right now.”
“I love you, but stop talking.”
“Quit it! You’re hogging the blankets!”
“I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you.”
“You’re cute when you’re half asleep.”
“Did you just hit me? With a pillow? Oh. It’s on now.”
“Why did you choose me?”
“Are you.. blushing?”
“Take my hand.”
concern & upset.
“You’re shaking.”
“Call me when you get this. It’s urgent.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“What happened back there?”
“Wake up. Please wake up.”
“Let me help you.”
“Shh. Come here. It’s just a nightmare.”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Please don’t leave me alone.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s okay. I’m here.”
“Hear that? I’m alive. I’m right here.”
“I don’t want your apology.”
“Stop pretending like everything is fine!”
“Have you lost your damn mind?”
“I’m begging you. Please.”
“You’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be fine.”
“I know hurts, but you have to stay awake, okay?”
“Of course I care.”
“You’re safe now.”
“How much did you have to drink?”
“Let me take you home.”
“What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt.”
“Shh. Don’t cry.”
“You need to rest.”
dramatic.
“I can’t feel my legs.”
“Put the gun down.”
“I’ll do it even if it kills me.”
“Let her/him go!”
“Take me instead.”
“Don’t touch her/him.”
“How is this possible? I watched you die.”
“Break them.”
“(Name)! Take my hand!”
“Don’t you die on me!”
“Open your eyes!”
“What have you done?”
“Save yourself.”
“You’re not gonna die on me.”
“Lucky shot.”
“Why can’t I see you?”
“Come back to me.”
“I’ve already lost her once. I won’t lose her again.”
“Get out of here! It’s a trap.”
“What are you doing here? It’s too dangerous!”
“Do you want to die?”
“Helps on the way. You just have to hold on a little longer.”
sassy.
“Bite me.”
“I didn’t believe you cared.”
“You’re jealous.”
“Hmm. So you do have feelings.”
“I dare you.”
“You may be attractive, but I’m not sleeping with you.”
“You know what? Forget it.”
“Did you really think I’d fall for that?”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“I don’t recall asking for your opinion on the matter.”
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Watch me.”
“I’m fully capable of kicking your ass.”
“How did my back feel when you stabbed me?”
“Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.”
“If you want me, come and get me.”
“Such poison from a pretty, honeyed mouth.”
“You’re dead.”
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