Multi-Muses
Mature indie RP account. Closed to all verses.
NSFW and mature themes will be seen on this blog.
Player is 25+
"Congratulations! You’re not perfect! It’s ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody’s ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people. You know what perfect is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the teensiest mistake. Perfect is never doing anything wrong – which means never doing anything at all. Perfect is boring! So you’re not perfect! Wonderful! Have fun! Eat things that give you bad breath! Trip over your own shoelaces! Laugh! Let somebody else laugh at you! Perfect people never do any of those things. All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about how perfect they are. But they’re really not one-hundred-percent perfect anyway. You should see them when they get the hiccups! Phooey! Who needs ’em? You can drink pickle juice and imitate gorillas and do silly dances and sing stupid songs and wear funny hats and be as imperfect as you please and still be a good person. Good people are hard to find nowadays. And they’re a lot more fun than perfect people any day of the week."
Elise moved towards the front door, grabbing the doorknob and turning it. She pulled the door open and let her eyes rest on him, scoffing quietly. She moved her hand to the archway of the door as she lifted her head to look up at him. “Nicholas... What are you doing here?” @holdthesetruthsx
“I’m not here to talk unless I’m getting paid for kicking the shit out that idiot or about to get some free flowing booze. I was hoping this one would actually put up a fight.”
“I see the aggressive behavior is high tonight,” he muttered as he leaned against the bar, turning his head to look over at her after he gestured for a drink. He glided the tip of his tongue along his lower lip as he nodded his head. “You mind not tryin’ to get yourself killed out there tonight? I’m trying to run a business.”
Sierra let a smile come along her lips as she moved towards the couch, plopping down next to him. “That was my mom, she told me Elijah is having a great time with his cousins.” She moved closer towards him, moving her lips towards his as she kissed him slowly, a hum leaving her lips as she pulled back a little. “What should we do with a child-free weekend?” @panswaywardmuses
he’ll admit, that response? it unexpected but a welcomed one. he didn’t imagine it would be very long before something happened to her. she was already losing her balance and he was sure that the loss of blood wasn’t helping her. tilting his head as he stared at her, listening to nathan he sighed. “put down?” he chuckled. “who is going to put me down?” arching a brow as he glanced over at him, the break in contact from the girl gave her a moment of relief, enough that she was able to put her foot down but with her swaying? she lost her balance anyway and was about to start falling but within a blink of an eye, zachary was now at the edge of the building, holding onto her arm as she now dangled out desperately grasping his arm. her life now literally in his hands. he wasn’t saving her, he was just teasing death. “don’t you miss it?” he looked back at nathan once again. “being free.” he clarified. “why should there be rules for us.”
Nathan exhaled as he let his eyes move towards the woman then over to his brother, shoving his hands into his pockets. “It’s the rules in this town, brother. Vampires are not supposed to be killing anything and you are tightening the noose around your neck as the time trickles by. You’re making it harder on yourself and on Lex.” He didn’t move from his spot when the woman started to fall because he knew Zachary would catch her, wanting to tease her death a little longer. He shook his head. “I don’t,” although, it was a lie. He missed being able to run around, drink whoever he wanted and play all the games he could but he knew the times were changing and it wasn’t so easy for them to be able to do whatever. They had been lucky to find a town that wouldn’t chase them through it with pitchforks and fire. “Because we should be able to live in this world without being feared, Zachary...”
“a good deed would finally be the death of me.” rather ironic, almost enough for him to crack a smile but his lips only barely pulled up. victoria had been a woman for quite some time now, longer in the minds of people who grew as quickly as they did. independence was important, being babied didn’t fit in with the blood and violence. yet, it was hard for roman to grasp the concept of her becoming a mother. maybe he hadn’t been given the time to. with things not going as smoothly as they were meant to, his mind was busier than it normally was. it wasn’t anything with the families he meant to overthrow either, but issues with his own falling apart. it wasn’t the time for it, but he had no choice. “i believe the men are more willing to throw themselves in front of a bullet than to risk infuriating you.”
Victoria huffed a light chuckle, her eyes moving down to the food all over the floor along with the pieces of broken plate. “Wouldn’t it be ironic?” She teased as she moved to bend down, not being able to get down far enough to pick it up. She stood back up and groaned softly, moving her legs apart so she could squat down to pick it all up. One of her hands moved to her stomach as she lifted her eyes up to look at him. “How come the men in this family are stubborn as bulls? He’s not even out of me yet and he’s making my life impossible.” She glided her tongue along her lower lip, glancing past Roman to see some of the men standing there and once they caught her glancing in their direction, they fled. “Seriously?” She turned her gaze towards her brother as she stood back up, trying to bend back down.
“Brothers are supposed to protect you. They’re supposed to have you back no matter what. It’s not supposed to be one sided, Landon. It’s not! He saved your life and I’m glad that he did but he endangers it. I don’t understand why you don’t see how wrong this is!” Marisol stood firmly knowing this was going to be a winless battle. “No he wouldn’t because his girl walks beside him. She is in it with him because that’s what you do when you love someone. You go all in.”
“Why? Can you be a concrete reason why you like this? Aren’t you scared? Because I know I am scared every single you leave. I wonder if you’ll come back.” She chewed on the inside of her lip. His arrogance burned just as brightly as her stubbornness. Marisol was the master of her fate and the captain of her damn soul. “I’ve already decided, Landon.”
“If you jump, I jump. Take it or leave it.”
Landon let his eyes rest on her, exhaling at her words as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Marisol.” He said in a low tone of voice as if he was warning her. “I don’t see what you are seeing. What makes you think Leo would do anything to hurt me?” He asked, wondering how she was able to see that man in such a negative light. “He’s a good man. I don’t know who you don’t see it.” He narrowed his eyes at her, clearing his throat at her words. “His girl walked secretly next to him and it blew up in your brother’s face, Mar.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I’m not scared.” He told her. “The only way I’d be scared is if you got involved.” He cleared his throat and moved closer to her, closing the distance between them. He moved his fingers to her jaw, letting his eyes rest on her for a second.
“You’re so fuckin’ stubborn,” he muttered, leaning in and pressing a kiss against her lips.
Patrick pushed off the anchoring worry that radiated off Joanna. No one from their unit ever came down this corridor at this time. Plus, the desk sergeant was going to use this space for a conference call; so it was meant to be clear for the next twenty minutes before they call filed in. “Not as good as mine though,” his lust filled humor was lost on the passion that rattled in his bones. “I am sure..”
Johnny jogged down the winding corridor with the manilla folder handing between his fingers. He had finally gotten a lead on the homicide that baffled the whole unit. Everyone had been so tight lipped down in Canaryville. Something about honor or whatever. Johnny rattled every cage of ever CI he could until he nailed some sort lead on the bastard. “Yo Paddy I got a lead..” he paused at the two horny idiots that sullied their sacred place to break bread. “What the fuck,” he hissed before turning around.
“Good to see you, Jo.” Johnny said gently.
Jo breathed out against his lips, her hands bunching up his shirt as she pulled it up, her fingernails gently brushing against his skin. A little break wouldn’t be so bad, right? She moved her lips against his, digging her heels into his back to press their hips together. “You’re right, not as good as yours.” She muttered as she moved the tip of her tongue into his mouth, letting them touch. When she heard a voice, she pulled back, moving her fingers to her lips, letting his shirt drop back down towards his waist. She turned her head over to see Johnny’s back to them, chuckling lightly. “Hey, McCain... Didn’t you hook up in the witness room a few months ago?” She teased as she dropped her legs from Paddy’s waist. “Plus, you came in before the show actually started.” She nudged Patrick gently.
“I get it,” she left her hands up to still his unfurling anger. “You and Leo have a bond that does beyond anything I can understand. I just don’t think he’ll protect you if this goes belly up.” Marisol had to be willing to put it all on the line to protect the people she loved. “My brother doesn’t get a say in how I live my life and if things were different I know he’d do the same thing.”
“It’s all about numbers, Landon. I may not know the streets or the players but I know that the game is dictated by numbers. The biggest men don’t win, it’s the smartest. If I can help Leo find a better way to make money, it could buy you an a soft out. I know you’ll never leave but it’ll guarantee that you won’t die on the cold, fucking streets of Chicago.”
“I never wanted to be the woman would put it all on the line for a man. Then you happened and I’ll gonna fight just as hard to be loyal to you as you are to him.”
Landon exhaled as his tongue brushed along his lower lip. “It’s not even the fact we have a bond no one will ever understand. He’s like a brother to me, Mar. He saved my life and I owe him for that. Even if he doesn’t have my back when this thing goes belly up, I do my time. Just like the rest of them would do.” He shook his head. “No, he wouldn’t, Marisol. He would keep his woman out of the business but it seems like you think you got a choice here.”
“I don’t want out.” He simply told her, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I want in this business, I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn't embed myself in this,” he didn’t know how else to explain it to her. He created a little bit of space between them, scoffing once again. “You talk about how smart men win but smart women stay out of shit they don’t belong in.” He knew how cruel it sounded but he didn’t know how else to get the word out to her. “I haven’t died yet.”
“The best way to be loyal to me, Marisol. Stay out of the business.”
Everything about this crossed boundaries that clearly shouldn’t have been. The nature of their work was dangerous; and there was no place safe for a cop in a town overrun by corrupt people. To add the trivialities of relationship into the mix spelled disaster but that never stopped him. Patrick believed in his heart of hearts that nothing would stop the way he felt about her. They needed to do better. He knew that. Every time he tried to build some neutral ground, one look from her tore if down brick by brick. He pushed off her jacket and allowed for his fingertips to trail down the outside of her thighs before hooking her ankles along the hitch his hips.
“Hey,” he huffed with a mirthful grin. “He’s got those juicy calves, you’re right.”
Jo moved her fingers up towards his own jacket, playing with the material of it. She pushed it open, pushing the material off his shoulders and down his arms, dropping it to the ground. She slipped her legs up higher, attaching her ankles together as she kissed him, brushing the tip of her tongue along her lower lip. "He does," she muttered as she moved her hands down his chest towards the hem of his shirt. "Are you sure we have time for this, Paddy?"
“I would ask the same question to you but you play fast and loose with that explanation.” She fired back. “Maybe I want some thrill in my life?” Marisol’s tone shifted and wavered with the lie. She didn’t get anything out of it but him. He wasn’t going to leave this life behind and from where she stood there was no protecting him on the other side of the line. Marisol never felt truly loved and understood by anyone beyond her brother. This was different. It was cosmic kind of love and she wasn’t going to lose him because Leo didn’t care about anything but the bottom line.
“I want to help, Landon. I want to prove some sort of protection because I have eyes and I know things are not as smooth as they were. I just want to protect you and this is the best way.”
Landon let his hands move from her, pressing his lips together at her words, a soft scoff leaving his lips. “I told ya, Marisol. This has been my life for years. Leo and I. We go way back.” He didn’t know where the fuck she was going with this but the fact she felt like embedding herself into this life was a way to protect him, well, it felt like a fucking joke.
“You want in this life to protect me? Now I know you’re fuckin’ crazy, Marisol. Your brother will kill me if you get dragged into this life and I’m the one who has been in this for years, not you. The only person who is going to get hurt here is you.”
Patrick looked forward to their little rendezvous on and off shift. There was no specific moment that he could pinpoint when his feelings changed for her. Jo had been a steady partner and pretty great person to lean on when times were rough or when a case went sideways. Yet, he didn’t want to just end a crappy day with her in his arms but he wanted to start the good ones with her there too. “You can help me with my fantasy baseball roster..” he teased. His fingers toyed with the lapel of her jacket. “I mean have seen the new shortstop for the Socks?”
Jo slipped her hands to the back of his neck, brushing her fingertips against the strands of his hair. This little affair had been going on for months now... the two of them had been sneaking around like a bunch of teenagers whenever they were at work and a part of her looked forward to it a little more than she usually had. She didn’t know exactly when her feelings for him changed but she had been trying to make sure they kept somewhat of a professional relationship. She chuckled against his lips as she scooted herself towards the edge of the table to get closer to him. “He is pretty hot, isn’t he?” She teased against his lips.
family was truly the last thing he wanted to deal with currently or at least these versions they had become. a couple centuries ago? meh, maybe. some part of him had to wonder what was so broken inside of him, that unlike his brothers, he never remembered his humanity. it was like they all got it back, the more time they weren’t human. the thought didn’t keep him up at night, but it was interesting enough to give two seconds to before shoving it away. “we’re just hanging out nathan.” it was a bad joke, he’d admit it yet he cracked a smile like it had truly been something to laugh over. “are you going to try and play hero? because it really wasn’t the game i was going for tonight. so if you don’t mind, i’m a little preoccupied.”
Nathan exhaled as he kept his eyes on his brother. “No, I’m not here to play the hero.” He told him quietly, pulling his hand out of his pocket. “Let her fall.” He knew there was a part of him that didn’t mean that, after having to step in Lex’s shoes for a few weeks to a month, it was easy to understand why Lex wanted to save everyone around them. “What’s going on, Zachary? Why the sudden interest to drop the bodies you’ve been dropping? You wanna be put down?”
“This isn’t a joke, Landon. I am dead serious.” Marisol growled. She knew that he wouldn’t want to okay with her decision but he’d have to deal with it. Landon’s loyalty to Leo was unreal. If he was willing to put his life on the line for him, she would do the same. Her heart quickened as he evaded her personal space. He knew his ability to frazzle her but she was standing firm on this.
“I made my choice and you have to be okay with it.” Her hands hesitantly fell along his chest; a misguided attempt to redirect his impending distain.
Landon stood there, tightening the curl of his finger in the loop of her jeans as he glided his tongue along his lower lip, shaking his head at her words. “No, I don’t have to be okay with anything.” He muttered, his eyes glancing down at his fingers in her loop before moving back up to her. “Why do you want to be apart of this, Marisol? What’s in it for you?”
“And what way is that?” Jo sat on the table, her legs spread slightly for him to stand right between them as her hands moved up to each side of his face.
“I want in.” Marisol knew those words would be the definite end to her pleasant little life. Not a single part of her wanted part of the growing pandemic launched on innocent people but there was a shift happening in Chicago. If she wanted to help, she needed to a piece of the metaphoric pie to do so. “I don’t want to push the product. I don’t believe in it but I just want to legitimize the business. I have a business degree and standing in front of a classroom isn’t make the change that’s needed.”
Landon stood there with his hands in his pockets, keeping his lips tight together to keep himself from laughing. He shook his head at her words as he tilted his head down to look at his feet. “Are you fucking crazy?” He lifted his head to look at her, moving his hands out of his pockets and towards her hips, slipping his index finger through the loop of her jeans. “There’s no way.”