Glædwine &quot;Gale&quot; Hargravee

"Oh come on we will not break it, I mean...maybe. I do tend to break things. Maybe you are right. You are usually right." He wondered what it would be like to let break the barrier a little more, would he be able to take a piece with him? Would it be shiny? The point was moot because Gale was really right, they should not be doing such things.

"I mean people can wait here till I get back if they want to. I do not mind at all." Anders shrugged it wasn't like he charged money or anything of the sort. Anders looked up at the ceiling. "Roof. Roof sounds good." the pain of unfurling wings was not hing compared to the joy of taking flight.

He could already see the cogs turning in Ander's head as he imagined taking a piece of the barrier with him, because of course he did, but Anders was reasonable so he knew the other dragonblood wouldn't do such a thing even if he wanted to. The barrier was important for the whole town and it was important they took care of it, which is why he had signed up for the different missions the town may have.

"Alright, as you wish," the town as safe but he was used to the outside not being safe and locking everything up. They headed to the roo together and he undressed from the waist up. He was excited for this too, even with the pain, flying with his friend was great. "I haven't had a good friend like you in ages."

Anders listened with an inquisitive look on his face, unsure of just what the other was talking about but he nodded along anyway. He knew Gale knew all of this was over his head anyway. In Anders' clan if you were caught doing wrong you were just punched until you felt remorse. Sometimes it took a lot of punching.

Brushing off Gale's shoulders he held up a mirror of his friend to admire his work, clearly a superior breed of cut given as he was more than skilled in his craft. Though he would still prefer if people let him pull teeth instead. He had been mislead as his job tilted was the same, though the job duties were much less now. Anders threw his arms around Gale's shoulders hugging him from behind. "Yay! Let's go all the way up and touch the top of the barrier."

He examined the cut but it was perfect like usual so he smiled and nodded in approval laughing when Anders hugged him. He patted his arms with his hand. He wasn't looking forward to the pain of getting his wings out, but flying with Anders sounded fun. "Let's not touch that barrier. I don't want to be responsible for it breaking further," he pointed out and got up.

"Are you closing shop before we go or shall we go straight to the roof?" He asked his friend. He always tried to explain things but he knew it wasn't easy for Anders to understand certain things either. Things were very different here but he was sure his friend would get used to it eventually.

"I find your festival days so odd here. And there are far fewer of them than there used to be. What I would not do for a nice fête. The whole town would come and we would feast on...I do not know what is appropriate feast food here." he said thinking about his run in with herbivorous shifters and would not want to eat one. Especially not a sexy one.

"Police?" Anders asked with a quirk of his head. "Why do the police need your help? I hear you do not execute criminals when you catch them here. That is novel. Makes me wonder what you do with them though." Not that he had met any criminals and it was probably hard to want to commit crimes when all your needs were sated. Anders worked meticulously making sure everything was nice and even for his friend. He wanted Gale to look his best after all. "What are you doing after this? Want to go for a fly?"

"There are countries out there who have more festivals than others. Countries that would find any excuse to just party and celebrate," he had traveled for a while so he knew a little bit about it. Not too much though and his knowledge was very concentrated.

"Criminals go to jail to serve their sentence, their sentence is given to them by a judge who sees their crimes and gives them a just sentence so they can change their ways. It doesn't always work and some of them never go out. It gives young people a chance to change but it's a let down for bigger criminals," he explains or tries to. As for the proposal... he wasn't sure he wanted to go through that pain, but flying with his friend sounded nice. "Alright, we can fly after this."

Anders laughed as he began to run his fingers through Gales' hair massaging his scalp in slow circles, working from his temples back to the base of his skull. "Green is a lovely color but I do not know who this Saint Patrick is, but if he would let me turn his hair green then I like him." Anders was fascinated by the world of hair color since coming to this time. the idea of it was foreign and magical to him. In reverse though he was a bit sad he wasn't also still considered a surgeons and a dentist.

"Just a trim it is then." Anders took a comb and scissors and began to work, precise and efficient. "So how is life going for you friend? Anything of note happening for you lately? I hear odd rumors around town, though I know not what I should or should not be listening to."

He sighed as his friend began to massage his scalp. It was nice and he nearly forgot what they were talking about. "Oh, he probably would. He's often depicted as a redhead, but everything else is too green," he smiled. He knew Anders was fascinated with dye but he really couldn't see himself with colorful hair, even less green.

Soon, Anders began to work on his cut. "Well, I've been helping the police in town. Outside of that, not much has happened for me lately. It's been a bit boring." He didn't shrug as he wanted because he didn't want to mess up Ander's work.

lionprotected

"not as drunk as you, if boy is your idea of a fitting des... descr.. deeeescription. what a funny word." ryan chuckled quietly, his tongue clearly not quite able to work around some of those grouped-up consonants. but truth be told, ryan was far from a boy & he felt somewhat attacked if the other didn't acknowledge that, although in his inebriated state, offense would be taken lightly regardless. a little huff, a little grumble & the matter was forgotten with the next sip of sin in a glass.

"definitely toooo sober to learn dancing in a club." that b was emphasized, it also sounded a little funny to him, but he didn't comment this time. the new drink came at just the right time & it did not live to see hear the next song. "and too sober to grind in public." the empty glass was set down on the counter, the back of his hand dragged across his mouth in case he spilled a little. he didn't, not a drop wasted.

"you're in the wrong place if you're tryna shakespeare folks." did he know the lines? nah, not exactly. but even tipsy, ryan could tell ... that speech pattern apart from ordinary. "niiiice try, though. jus' half the kids here would think you deluded right 'bout now, but iiiii gotta compliment ya on the effort." leaning halfway on the counter, he waved for another drink, hoping that one & the next would kick in soon, so he could move on forward with this. "mmmmm, tell me what a haaandsome stranger like you's doin' here hittin' on people at a bar?"

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He laughed at his words. Okay, he wasn't tipsy if he was slurring his words like that, yet the man claimed he needed to be even more drunk to dance in public. He worried for a moment, he had never seen someone get this drunk before but if he was getting drunk then he didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't press the issue.

"Sorry. I was born in a different time," he had been in and out of New Haven for years not wanting to age at first, but now? Now were dangerous times and he had decided to stick around and face it all. Make friends, maybe form a family, and eventually grow old. "And apologies for calling you boy, it's a bad habit."

"Well, I was hoping to take someone home tonight," he replied to his question with honesty. "People call me Gale, my actual name is a little hard to pronounce," especially with his drunk the man was. "What are you doing here tonight getting drunk all alone? Trying to forget something? Someone?"

"Course we are friends!" Anders smiled clapping his hands over Gale's shoulders starting to rub them in slow circular motions, unfortunately since Gale was also a dragonblood it wouldn't be a heated massage like it would be on everyone else, him and Anders were the same temperature. His thumbs moved up to his neck working out any tension he had as he rubbed.

"So what are we doing today. I can do anything you like, I can even dye your hair green if you want. People will not let me do that for some reason."

He felt himself relax when Anders started to massage his shoulders, it was nice. He was sure on anyone else, it would be warmer on the hands, give a dragonblood's body temperature but since they were both the same species... well, it just didn't work on Gale but he was sure Anders had to have swooning omegas over it.

"Green?!" He frowned at the idea and laughed. "Well, of course, no one wants to dye their hair green. Is not St Patrick's Day, for one, and it's an ugly color, for second." He's just teasing him of course. "No, just a trim. It's getting long and it's starting to bother me."

Anders found this new time to be quite fulfilling so far, despite the breaks in the barrier, he was much more docile and at ease in this place than he was back in the past. While Anders was confident in his own skills, it didn't mean he wasn't on edge in case there was a fight. Here it was peaceful, and generally much more at ease.

His head popped up and turned to the door hearing the little bell over it go off. "Gale!" He shouted jumping from his chair to greet his friend. Dragon company was welcomed and something had been starved us in the last few decades before coming here. "You don't need to bribe me with food but it does help. What can I do for you today?"

Gale smiled. "It's not a bribe, it's a gesture of goodwill." He says, leaving the bag on a counter. "I'm here for a haircut and decided to take a walk first and passed by the bakery, so..." he shrugged as if it was nothing.

"I mean, we're friends, after all." He added with a smile. He sits on the chair Anders had been sitting on before. Gale had been bored, too, and his haircut was long overdue, and seeing Anders was nice. Nothing like having your friends around.

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Gale entered the barbershop his new friend owned. He had bought some baked goods from the bakery on his way here, he had walked, and smiled at everyone. "Good afternoon, Anders," he greeted the male. "I brought some snacks," he added, raising the bag. His hair was long, so he was definitely ready for a haircut, and it was also a good opportunity to meet with Anders and chat. Gale didn't have much going on in his life, so going out under any excuse was good to him.

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BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

a collection of prompts for bad situations that two muses might find themselves in together, ranging from minor inconveniences to life-or-death scenarios. change & alter as needed.

Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together

Send 🪢 for our muses to be handcuffed together without the key

Send 🏆 for our muses to compete against each other in a competition or contest

Send 💡 for our muses to wait out a power outage together

Send ✈️ for our muses to wait for a delayed flight together

Send 🚗 for our muses to get stuck on the side of the road together when the car breaks down

Send 🔒 for our muses to get locked in a closet together

Send 🔑 for our muses to get locked out of the house / car together

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together

Send 🌳 for our muses to get lost in the woods together Send 🐺 for our muses to face down a wild animal together

Send 😱 for our muses to be forced to face their greatest fears together

Send ⛵ for our muses to be shipwrecked together

Send 🔐 for our muses to be captured / imprisoned together

Send ⚔️ for our muses to be forced into a fight to the death

Send 🧳 for our muses to get stranded in a different country together

Send 🚁 for our muses to go on the run from the law together

Send 🏝️ for our muses to get stranded on a desert island together

Send 🏠 for our muses to get trapped in a haunted house together

Send 🗡️ for our muses to get attacked by a third party

Send ❄️ for our muses to get trapped outside in a blizzard / snowstorm together

Send 🔥 for our muses to be trapped in a burning building together

Send 🚀 for our muses to be stuck in outer space together

Send ✨ for our muses to be stranded on a different planet together

Send 🌐 for our muses to be stranded in a parallel universe together

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lionprotected

today was not a special day in ryan's life, it wasn't even a special time - nor had something unordinary happened, but it'd been one of those exhaustingly long days at work & ryan had felt dread at coming back to an empty bed & nothing... or nobody waiting for him when he did. angel was home & he loved angel, but his son had his own life & he was painfully aware that he wasn't ... part of it in the same sense as it used to be anymore.

did he regret dedicating his life to his child & work? nah. he wasn't looking to be with someone, he couldn't even bear the thought of waking up with an alpha in his home - or opening his heart to one again. nah. he had no regrets, but he still regretted ... the lack of.. integrity among alphas. because if their kind was less what they were & more decent in nature, he wouldn't have to spent the majority of his life despising their kind & he knew that it didn't help that he had to cut down on suppressants pretty much completely & his body now had to deal with all that stupid.. biological nonsense again.

maybe that was the reason he felt the cravings more intensely lately? it didn't matter why, really. ryan had snuck home after work, had prepared food for his son & put on the most embarrassing outfit he could make himself wear. angel helped. he was, unfortunately, way too supportive of ryan's bad habits, but he also knew how to dress himself for attention, which was an ability ryan had not been blessed with. tonight ... was a dark purple, almost see-through long-sleeved shirt or blouse or both, which he'd unbuttoned down to shortly above his belly button.

at the bar, it was ... the same, usually. get hammered, wake up in someone's bed, sneak out - remember as little as possible. was it a sound plan? nah. was it one that worked out as well as he hoped? nah. did that mean he was planning to change anything about it up? nah. & yet it seemed mother nature was on his side this fine wednesday evening, because she sent him a gift. if he wasn't already impressively drunk on way too many shots, he would've grabbed that hand on his waist, would've spun them around & pushed the fucker to the ground, but alas... he simply let it rest there. "not ..much of a dancer. but..." & that u dragged out quite a moment to emphasize the general blurriness of his voice & he leaned up & in a little to bring their faces closer, dark eyes locking with the other's, "drinks, drink... drinking, that's the fun part, ain't it? could use some more." he was definitely too sober still to leave, but not nearly sober enough to think even for just a second that this was a bad idea.

#lionguarded01 #lionprotected01 #damn you xD #that gif works like a charm on me

He had spent years in New Haven. He had seen it being founded and had helped in its construction with his own hands. While he wasn't one of the travelers, he wasn't exactly young, and it had taken all of his effort to modify his way of speaking throughout the years to one more modern and more up today with society. Being from a race that just kept aging while the others died wasn't easy. Sometimes, he wished he had a family to go home to, but going home with a warm body was also good. Warm, because if he tried to lay with a vampire, he would probably kill them.

This warm body wasn't a vampire, though, and he was very handsome and very provocatively dressed. His slurred speech told him he was a little more than tipsy, and he wasn't sure this was a good idea. Still, his decisions had been littered with bad choices. "Aren't you a little too drunk, pretty boy?" He asked but didn't stop the bartender from giving him another drink.

"I could teach you how to dance, even if you are a little drunk," he says leaning in to scent him and God, did he smell good. He almost purred but instead growled a little, and he took another deep breath just to keep his dragon in check. "There's nothing better than grinding the bodies together in public," nothing too sexual but nothing saint about it. He was into exhibitionism, but he knew most people weren't.

He sipped from his drink and sighed at the taste, he was speaking clearly, walking clearly, but you could smell the alcohol in his breath if you were close enough. "Doubt thou the stars do are fire; doubt thou the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I like you." He quoted William Shakespeare modifying the line a little bit to say like instead of love, but his pronunciation had been more than perfect as this was the language he was most used to using.

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Being two hundred and forty years old meant he could outdrink almost anyone except the few people around his age. He wasn't the type to boast about it or make drinking competitions at the bars, no, he just went to the bars to meet new people, drink, and have fun. Tonight was one of those nights where he felt especially lonely, and he looked forward to taking someone home for the night.

He leaned against the bar and started his order, a good specialty drink from the bar he was in. What was the point in drinking or being able to hold your drink if you drank the same swine every night? No, he liked the variety in his drinks.

A good few hours in, and he was nice and buzzy. He went to the dance floor and began to dance. Being a dragon meant he held his heat, and vampires steered clear of him for that exact reason. Touching him meant getting burned or worse. He had wondered once in his early youth what it was like to do it with one, that curiosity had died a long time ago. Now, he liked to get laid and sometimes even stayed friends with his lays. He didn't pressure them, though, which was why he always ended up back in a bar looking for someone new.

He spotted someone he liked in the crowd and smiled. Prey found and locked. He walked towards him then and passed his hand around his waist. "Hello there," he greeted the man with a toothy smile. "Wanna dance? A drink on my tab, perhaps? Both?" He offered. He ordered a quick drink for himself and whatever his new partner had, quickly sipping from it when it was here.

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timothyolyphant

Luke Evans & Isaac Powell OUR SON (2023) dir. Bill Oliver

#faceclaim

lionguarded

wonderful beings? my ass, what a fuckin' bunch of bullshit. it's a miserable life even without the influence of alphas, without the cruelty & the exploitation. it was miserable, plain torture & silas would never forgive mother nature for creating them, him. "you couldn't hurt me if you tried." silas wasn't the same he was back then, the innocent little soldier they captured & locked up before he knew how to defend himself from those he trusted. he was long past that, he'd grown up & survived everything they threw at him. "and you know shit all."

he could beat most of willowshire's inhabitants with a hand bound behind his back & that was the only reason he felt even remotely safe here & let sam out of his sight for half the day at a time. he knew if anybody tried something, be it with him or her - he'd let hell rain down upon this village. maybe gale was different, maybe he wasn't. it didn't matter. he was an alpha. he was cursed, like silas was - just in a different way. at the end of the day alphas were the same. entitled, cocky little shits. like fuckin' dante.

eyes on the other as he moved, his every twitch assessed & categorized, so silas could ensure gale wasn't up to anything funky. he did move closer whenever silas so much as fuckin' blinked. soft growl rumbling in his chest when the alpha's hand came to rest upon his hip. careful now, little puppy. "trust is for fools and cubs." it wasn't personal, maybe gale was a great guy, who knew? but trust, with silas, wasn't on the table, least of all on a first date.

sob story or not. most alphas saw themselves as white knights in shining armor, throwing themselves in front of carriages for omegas that only needed help because they existed in the first place. yeah, yeah. "doubt your family would appreciate knowin' you died tryin' to keep a promise." there was no protecting silas. if he failed, nobody else could do it - least of all someone less skilled than him. it was wishful thinking if gale thought he could protect him from sindra's lackeys whom he knew would eventually catch up with him, find out his whereabouts & try to drag him back home. silas had no intention to go willingly - or alive for that matter. "your secret's safe with me, but it ain't changin' a thing. i ain't easy." he warned him.

#lionguarded01 #lionguarded

He heard that growl and he decided to pull his hand away, too close and too much he guessed. He didn't know what else to do to make him see how beautiful he was just by being who he was so he decided it was better to stop trying. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cross a line there." He says swimming back to his spot, he could tell the proximity was also making him uncomfortable.

"My parents are...gone now, died fighting some thieves. I was too weak to defend them and they were too many. Left me almost dead, Liam saved me and trained me. Zion came after, pregnant and alone. We took him in too. He had gone through some shit too, he didn't speak a lot at first but slowly opened up to us. We never touched him inappropriately either, and he became family at some point. When the farm was attacked we sent him on his way here and attracted the attackers to us, covering his tracks, and killing whoever came looking for him."

Gale leaned on a rock and looked at him. "I'm sure you don't need my protection, you aren't Zion either, but I am offering it anyways because I care about you. I know you aren't easy and I wish I could take away all your pain but I cannot change your past. All I can offer is myself as I am and my protection, my services as a blacksmith too, and maybe more if you want it so in the future."

He looked away, at some flowers growing near. "You're beautiful, Silas, you truly are. Like a rose maybe, beautiful and elegant but strong and able to protect yourself. You'll see with time if you can trust me. I won't push it now though."

rubymemes

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 or add “reverse” so my muse takes yours on a date

Send one of the following emojis to:

🎬 go to the movies

🍔 go to a fast food restaurant

🍝 go to a restaurant

🍷 go to a fancy restaurant

🍸 go to a bar

🐅 go to a zoo

🐠 go to an aquarium

✨ go stargazing

👚 go shopping

🎢 go to an amusement park

🎤 go to a concert

🩰 go to the opera

💃🏽 go dancing

☕️ go to a café

🏛 go to the museum

✈️ go on a trip

⛺️ go camping

🎰 go to a casino

⛵️ go sailing

🚤 go on a yacht

🚢 go on a cruise

🍛 have dinner at home

📺 watch TV

🌂 kiss in the rain

🍓 have a picnic

💘 go on a first date

👫 meet the parents

💍 propose

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lionguarded

silas couldn't relate - to any of it. he'd had no family, or pack. he'd been alone in this world ever since he could remember. yes, there were memories of his dame singing to him - faintly, in a language he barely understood anymore these days. but other than those barely recognizable - if comforting memories, silas knew only very little. his own pack surely had been under his protection, so he understood the way gale felt in that regard, but other than the unconditional love he had for his cubs - he'd always struggled with the concept of family, or love. then again, he'd also not understood the difference between mate & owner until he had been owned. maybe it was just a learning curve he had yet to pass. maybe he could feel the desire to be with someone, one day. find the ability to trust a person other than himself, fully. someone he'd trust with sam. someone to catch him when he fell.

he doubted it.

gale, though, seemed like he had skipped the first, second and fifth step already & silas knew he shouldn't .. play along. he shouldn't let the other lull him into this semi-sleep of comfort, in which silas was not a fugitive with little to no social skills. gale was stuck in this little puppy fantasy & silas should be stopping this right now. he was nowhere near ready for any of it. he couldn't give the other what he clearly desired & while he wanted to let the wave carry him along, he .. knew he shouldn't.

"yeah." maybe one day. maybe he'd be fuckin' normal one day. maybe one day he could look at an alpha & not feel rage bubble up inside him, or feel himself go dead-stiff if one passed by too closely. maybe one day he could at least pretend to be okay. "maybe."

adjusting a little on that rock, silas pulled his legs in, crossing one underneath him, leaning back a little & keeping himself upright with a hand behind him. more compliments. that look in the alpha's eyes, like he'd never seen anybody ..like him. pffht. why was he so infatuated with him? it was a fuckin' mystery. "they did. mother nature blessed them." him, too, in that regard. he didn't know what he would've done if they presented omega. they'd be too old to... end it, for them. but they didn't, he didn't have to think about any of that. sam worried him, daily, but he knew there was still time & being away from the royal city surely would help... if the unspeakable happened.

he'd never been asked if he wanted to bring life into this world. his answer would've been clear. never. he'd never have risked it, never would've taken the risk of bringing an omega into this world - or any world, really. he knew the pain, the struggles. he'd never wish that on anybody else, least of all those he cared for. "i do know. i've lived in one." tense at the initial touch, silas remained silent, watching the water flow. he's not doing anything, calm down.