Death On Two Legs

Regulus. Demon(Fallen Angel)-Spirit|Reaper. Magical Security.

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​He knew he have found the real Aleixo this time around. It was actually even outrageous actually that he let himself being distracted by the skinwalker who took up the pheonix’s face earlier. Regulus kept chastising himself repeatedly over the mistake as he moved through the dancing folks to get the closer to Aleixo. 

The phoenix was exquisite, inside out; has always been the moment he set his eyes (again) on him. That and the fact that there was often the presence of something extra which the Reaper still couldn’t put a name on, yet have consistently been tugging at his chest every single time those beautiful blue orbs looked up at him. Regulus had his hands occupied during the two weeks prior the event that he wasn’t able to properly check up on the phoenix, other than sending fresh flowers and treats to the suite where Aleixo was staying on few occasions. Therefore when he briefly scanned over the phoenix as the distance between them grew closer it was to his relief to discover that the deeply shaded part of Aleixo’s aura while still existing, was not looming over him entirely as before. “Not one into dancing, are you?” He murmured with a teasing smile once he was standing next to the phoenix.

@aleixopallis​

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dr-eoin-gallagher​:

A Man of Many Faces [OPEN]

A cheshire grin spread across Eoin’s features– although they were not his own. No, the skinwalker had worn a fairly simple, non-restrictive outfit and after a few drinks had found himself quite relaxed. Relaxed enough that was, to freely shift from one castle resident’s appearance to another, reveling in the chaos and confusion he caused with every interaction. 

An amulet hung around his neck– a recent purchase that he’d spent most of his work savings thus far on. So far it had more than proven worth the expense though, masking his scent as he shifted, as to not give away his real identity so easily. His ability to mimic one’s vocals wasn’t quite perfect still, but over the chaos of everyone in close proximity, Eoin had noticed it was quite hard for others to spot the imperfections. He stuck primarily to staff and slaves as he shifted, still sober enough to not dare impersonate the wrong master.

The psychologist had been ready to shift back to his own form and relax for a moment when he felt a figure sit down beside him. He hesitated, remaining in the shifted form as he turned to face his company. “Well aren’t you a sight,” he complimented smoothly. “Enjoying yourself tonight?”

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OOC NOTE: For this starter, Eoin can currently be impersonating staff, slaves or villagers only. If you wish for him to be impersonating a master, please message me first so we can discuss. Eoin may be impersonating your own muses, or another’s. The following muns have given permission for their muses to be among those impersonated: K, Logan, Artemis, Lianne, Ace, Nathan, Honey, Rose.

Since he was not exactly into socialising; especially not during a festive such as this one no matter how grand it was, the Reaper was careful to weave through the crowds, avoiding unecessary conversations and looking out for familiar faces at the same time. Regulus eventually could spot one from afar, relaxing by himself in a spot where there were less people loitering. Since he wasn’t able to spend much time with the pheonix the past few weeks due to being occupied with preparations for the event, this would be a perfect time to check on him. 

It was when he settled down next to the other that he felt it. Indeed Regulus was staring right into Aleixo’s lovely eyes and the pheonix’s familiar smile, yet there was still something off about him. “Not as pleasing one like yourself.” That compliment had been genuine at least, because the other did look stunning in his attire. “Huh..the drinks made it bearable I guess for me. You seem to be enjoying yourself though, that’s good.”

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hell-fyres​:

beltane | open

@krovscastlestarters​

Matthew had lost count of the number of drinks he had finished by now, but it was more than what he usually allowed himself at such parties because he always wished to appear professional. The castle’s chief of staff decided that he deserved the distractions that night given the amount of stress he had been under over the last few weeks. The bartender was already giving him weird looks because it was the first time the man had seen Matthew being so indulgent. 

“There’s a good chap,” he said and thanked the bartender with a nod as he reached out for his new glass of wine. He was not quite there yet but Matthew was determined to at least get a little tipsy. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” Matthew said to the person next to him, not caring who it was. “You wouldn’t believe how much it takes to plan these parties…”

They never really gotten a decent opportunity to be in each other’s presence after the previous event that saw the chief of staff being turned into a canine. And even when they did, it was only very briefly and work related. Regulus himself have been occupied with preparations for the past few weeks since extra security needed to be in place during the festival. Had it not been for the fact that he was required to be around throughout it, the Reaper would have been content to simply spend his night somewhere with less people.

Reclining slightly in a secluded corner and having claimed the spot for the past few hours, Regulus have indulged himself with people watching as he nursed his drink. Deciding that a refill was in order, he approached the bar only to be pulled into a conversation by the person next to him. His eyes twinkled slightly with amusement when they raked over the other’s form. “Since I’ve been involved as well in the planning, I’m sure you don’t have to spill the details to me Mister Alexander.” Picking up a different drink, he nodded to the bartender before his attention was back on the fallen angel. “On the other hand, you do seem to be enjoying yourself a litle more than usual there.”

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Regulus’ Beltane Aesthetics

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jolyan-herondale​:

sweet jealousy​

“Oh, well I opened it up here just before Christmas.” Jolyan replied with a soft smile as he glanced around the bakery. It had been something to pour his energy into after returning to the castle. Transitioning from being a slave to having his freedom returned to him had not been as easy as Jolyan had once assumed it would be, and he’d found himself struggling to feel like he belonged in what had once been his life. It was a strange feeling of limbo to be here in the village, stuck between two lives, but the bakery was his distraction.

“I’ve got some new bakes I’m trying out,” he presented a small tray with mini versions of the cakes and chocolates, “they’re free. You’re welcome to try them and let me know what you think, if you like?” Jolyan asked hopefully.

Christmas. At least he did remember, was aware of it being a celebration. Despite being unable to recall his past memories when he regained conciousness back then, there seemed to be an ever-present flow of knowledge at the back of his mind. He knew what considered as basics, he knew even the littlest facts on three fifths of the species roaming the globe. He could speak a few dead languages and probably 50 others. Yet he can’t remember at all what was he doing by the last Christmas. Hell where was he even? Had there been anyone with him?

Thankfully he was pulled out of his thoughts when Jolyan held out the small tray full of treats in front of him, He regarded them, admiring even for a moment at the delicateness of each mini cakes and chocolates lined up on the tray before eventually letting out a sigh. “Yeah. I think I’ll give them a try.” The Reaper considered them again briefly before reaching out to pick the one decorated with some kind of jam on top. 

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merekhopper​:

“On occasion.  I’m told I’m a bit of an expensive date.”  Merek was joking, for the most part.  While he didn’t mind being wined and dined on occasion, the psionic typically preferred to be the one doing the wooing bit.  He hummed as his leg was hoisted up, tangling his fingers in Regulus’ hair to keep him there for a moment, prolonging the kiss for a few more seconds.  “Oh, a man after my own heart.  Both it is, then.  These need to come off much quicker.”  His hands slipped down to begin tugging the older man’s shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside before his fingers were almost instantly at Regulus’ pants.

He continued to nose along the beautifully arched neck as Merek’s hands busied themselves getting him out of the shirt he was wearing. The Reaper let out a chuckle at the comment, feeling those hands moving down towards his pants to unbuckle it next. “Quicker...as in like this?” He murmured with a shit eating grin, reaching one hand up and undoing Merek’s clothes, leaving the psionic in just his underwear with just a snap of his fingers. Not waiting for the comeback first and using the leverage of the wall, Regulus lifted the psionic up further somehwat effortlessly despite his leaner build, thrusting in between his legs. “Could teach you the trick sometime later if you want.” He can’t help but to tease the delectable being slightly.

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merekhopper​:

[text] I would tell you, but I’m almost hoping you’ll send another adorable picture.  Maybe one a little more…fun.

[text] Ah.  So you did listen when I said I like to be wined and dined.  How thoughtful.

[text] On my way.

As familiar as he was with the castle after living there his entire life, it took Merek very little time to reach the suite that Regulus had taken over.  Just as his text had said, the psionic showed up completely naked, mostly because he wanted to get some kind of reaction out of the reaper.  Once the door opened, he stepped into the reaper’s space with an easy smirk, one arm wrapping briefly around Regulus’ waist.  “Hello, darling.”  He purred with a wink, pressing a chaste kiss to the other’s mouth before he pulled back.

When Regulus opened the door, gone were the trace of the Reaper searching for what kind of ‘fun picture’ alluded by the psionic in his text. Instead the astonishment from his discovery was very quickly being replaced with a strong pang of desire once he was greeted with the sight of a very naked, gorgeous psionic. His hands moved to slip down Merek’s hips, settling on a very perky ass as the other male pressed a chaste kiss to his mouth. “I see you never failed to deliver, Mister Hopper.” He murmured with a faint smile, squeezing amply before stepping away and taking the psionic by his hand. “Come on then. Would be a shame if the owner of the suite suddenly make an appearance before we could do anything fun.”  

[donestiel]

Game over.

[girlagainsthumanity]

“We won’t be eating”

(x)

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nottheangel-raphael​:

Text –> Regulus

Text: Kinky 😏 Is that what you want? I can be over in a few. 

Text: Reggie darling you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen 😘

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[text] Wh💀⚡p✔💩👌204

[text] WHAT?

[text] Yes. But really, that’s it?

[text] Nvmind. Right, come over.

[text] Tho if you call me Reggie again, I’m slamming the door in your face later.

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merekhopper​:

[text] What denial.  You adore me.

[text] I’d prefer that you bite my ass or fuck it, but if you’d rather lick, I suppose that’ll do.

[text] I await with bated breath, darling.

[text] Yep, LOATHE.

[text] Alright, hang on.

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[text] Shit no. How do you do this?

[text] N’mind.

[text] Location. *It appears to be one of the suites for masters*

[text] Got you some wine too this time. Now get that lovely ass here.

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From here

Despite being still somewhat nonplussed, his face softened slightly at Aleixo’s words. Regulus was not convinced of course. He leaned down to once again capture the pheonix’s lips, kissing him tenderly. Why he did it was lost to the Reaper, he could simply just tapped into Aleixo’s aura sans the kiss after all. Maybe it was not only Aleixo who ‘just been wanting to do that’ it seemed.

Pain,pain and lots of sadness. At least that was what he could taste when they kissed. Why this precious being had soo much of them? What can he do to take them away? He was cradling Aleixo’s face lightly between his hands when he broke the kiss this time. “You haven’t been resting well. You could tell me if there is something bothering you, Aleixo. Maybe I could help.” 

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[text] If you were here now, I’d unzip your pants with my teeth, and then I’d do whatever you wanted me to. (from Raph)

[text]  😐 Really funny, Raphael.

[text] Ran out of cute playthings already, did you?

@nottheangel-raphael​

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nottheangel-raphael​:

Text: I fail to see the humor in my very serious message. 

Text: I could never run out of cute play things when you’re around. 😏

[text] Could never take you seriously.

[text] Especially when you say that you’d do whatever I want.

[text] What if I 

[text] If I said I want you to let me fuck your mouth?

After few minutes passed by.

[text] Also damn you.

[text] M NOT CUTE

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merekhopper​:

[text] You have a point, I suppose.

[text] Bothersome for YOU maybe.  I’m enjoying this personally, watching the struggle.

[text] Shall I just show up at your place in a minute then?  Unless you’re terribly busy with something else.

[text] I loathe you.

[text] Not your ass though. That I lick.

[text] LIKE

[text] Sure. Come over.

[text] Wait. I think I have a better place we could use.

[text] Sending you the location in a bit. 

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hwan-seu​:

Wendigo were creatures of murder and meat. He had no interest in denying his nature, but being a guard meant that the most readily available prey was off limits to him and he needed to eat whatever the castle provided. It had been so long since he was human that he could not relate to them anymore. All people were to him was food. “Hm,” he mused, “a fair point. I’ll have to look into the specific rules.” Hunting for animals on castle grounds was probably forbidden, but once he was far enough away, he could take down a bear or something. All he had to do was be back in time for his next shift. “Have you thought about hunting somewhere?” He wasn’t sure how much other species valued being able to take down prey, but he was curious.” 

“There’s always a way around rules. So look closely.” He took one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away. The wendigo’s next words had him chuckling slightly. “I don’t think hunting and claiming souls could ever be liken to each other. Where you might be seeing others as prey, we merely see them as something to reap at the right time. A duty.” Sure there were instances where the Reapers were actually ordered by the vampires to hunt, but that was only for specific targets that required their brand of abilities. Most of the times it was others that had been doing the hunts everywhere. “But to answer your question, no. I’ve no thoughts on hunting. Have no need to do so. Don’t mind tagging along though, if one ever needs a company during it.” 

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j-crawley​:

new day | open starter

“Sorry about that,” he said, having also witnessed the way the villager had run right into the man before running off. James was by nature a very people-oriented person and much preferred talking to new ones over catching a criminal, though it was not to say that he did not take his job seriously either. 

“Thank you, but that’s not your job,” the dhampir said hastily, though the look of recognition between the slave and the man who addressed him was not lost on James, which only meant that he must be from the castle. “I need to get him back to the castle first, but you’re welcome to walk with me. Don’t you worry. I promise that I’ll get that guy later. Shall we?”

Of course it was not his job. And worry? Why would he? If anything, the dhampir himself should be the one who was at least a little concerned over the prospect of being reprimanded by whoever his superior was. But the other male seemed to be confident at least that he would get to the troublesome person from earlier, so Regulus merely gave a little shrug in return. After all, just as most Reapers would be capable of, he too was able to trace with ease the thread leading towards the idiot despite only having a glance of their face. So if the officer in any way failed to get to them, well it was safe to say that they would be receiving more than just a slap to the wrist.

“If you say so.” Regulus murmured, clutching the parcel closer to his chest and took the other side of the slave as the three of them began to walk back towards the castle. 

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aleixopallis​:

It was easy to catch Regulus’ moods thanks to the spell that he seemed to be affected by and the phoenix decided he was going to try and keep getting those bright, happy looking sparkles from the other man.  Somehow.  Without much thought, Aleixo leaned easily into the man’s side when he joined him on the couch, having grown so used to just snuggling up to him and the casual affection that he didn’t do it consciously.  “I suppose there is a little bit of charm to this castle, yes.  I’ll be sure to ask you again later once you’re more settled in.”  He teased back with a small smile, drinking some of the wine.  “I was here for around seven years before I left, though I visited the castle on and off before that with my previous master.  I’d probably make an alright guide if you really want that.”

Regulus nursed on his drink, trying to appear as nonchalant as he could when Aleixo leaned into him on the couch but of course up to this point the sparkles around him had been doing a magnificent job at betraying his emotions. There was also this huge urge to wrap an arm around the phoenix’s shoulder being this close to him that the Reaper had to put double efforts fighting to keep it down. “That’s more than enough. It’s settled then, you’re my unofficial guide from now on.” He smiled sheepishly, pausing to take another sip of his drink as he considered his next words. “I.. can’t seem to remember anything from the past after I uh- became what I am now. Not my whereabouts, nothing. Not even something for the period of the last seven years.” He confessed, fingers fiddling with his glass slightly.“ But I was told by one of the councilmen that I’ve been working for them,the vampires previously. Guess that’s how we knew each other back then huh? I mean..I assume that was probably how we crossed paths?”