Moonlight

Sushim/Sakar Khatri || Ouroboros Oneiroi || 33/1000+ years || Empire RP

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kaseyxreid‌:

“I really, really miss not having to pee on a tree every time I drink too much ale.” The Brit turned towards Khatri, raising an eyebrow, “Indoor plumbing, Sushim. You couldn’t have given us that?” The phoenix managed a half smile, his anxiety only growing. “No, I guess you’re right. I didn’t think about it like that.” He sat down in a chair, looking around at the menagerie as well, “So…you send the ravens with the messages or what?”

The oneiroi only cocked a brow in turn, though their lips curled up in a small smile of amusement at the phoenix’s words. “And risk triggering the actual memories of thousand year old creatures? I think I’ll try and keep it as accurate as possible, Kasey. Dreams aren’t just things you can conjure up with free will and ease. You need some sense of structure and guidance before, or you’d just be trapped in a nightmarish hell. Worse than living in a place with no indoor plumbing,” Sushim mused calmly, though it wasn’t as if anyone would be the wiser. No one knew how these dreams worked anyways; no one but them. The oneiroi shook their head, though the idea of ravens sending messages wasn’t exactly a horrible one. “Not for any practical messages, no. II’m allowed to have some freedom with how I communicate with you all, no? But I’ll keep some of my trade secrets for myself,” they chuckled teasingly before tilting their head at the phoenix curiously. “Are you really that frustrated with the lack of plumbing though? I’m sure I could make something work out in your dwelling specifically.”

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They traveled with the caravan, or so they said. In reality, the oneiroi was simply eager to be put to work. There was a reason, after all, that they made this world. And it was perhaps by chance that the Tallis witch strolled into their tent. Maybe it was from the peacocks and other exotic animals outside of their place. Maybe it was the dream, calling him towards the creator. Nevertheless, Sakar had been looking forward for a moment like this, a chance to see one of the descendants from the Tallis line up close. They had etched those faces into the depths of their mind, the sole reason their mentor had been killed, centuries ago. Revenge was always bittersweet.

“Welcome, dear stranger. If you’ve come, then you must be in need of my services,” the oneiroi murmured, tilting their head to the side in mild amusement. “I can read your fortune, tell the future for you, if you so desire.” Sakar’s expression remained impassive, their dark eyes trained on the witch in front of them. “...But you are not here for that. I can see it in your eyes. Your face. Your aura... You’re looking for something else,” the fortune teller murmured as they shifted their hands onto the ball in the center of the table, gesturing for the witch to come closer and to take a seat.

“You have something left behind. Some regrets... and if you don’t deal with such regrets, then hope begins to fade from your soul,” Sakar remarked. “I can bring these forward for you. No charge, as from your dire need of my services. It should seem you would need them,” the oneiroi mused, their hands already swirling the ball in the center so the appearance became cloudy. “Do make yourself comfortable.”

@hcdtallxs

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kaseyxreid‌:

Kasey had stopped trusting Sushim the moment he’d realized how blind he’d been. There didn’t seem to be changing an oneiroi’s mind. How much death could’ve been avoided had one of them planted an idea in Anton or Susannah’s head that may have led them another way? “Not really, I just – do you think this is all worth it? This entire…dream world? Of all things…”

“Are you not fond of the world I made?” Sushim asked curiously, their dark eyes resting on the phoenix with a sort of curious expression. No doubt, with what Cyrus had told them, the oneiroi was taking their own precautions against Kasey. But it also wasn’t a matter that involved them, not until their basilisk was in danger. “Would you rather us attempt to find the location of the dagger in person, outside of a dream? Do you think that information is easy to extract? Sooner or later, things will come up, Kasey. Dreams contain leaks from the subconscious, and we are only here to witness it. It’s as good of a shot as we’ll get, unless you have a better plan?”

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cyrus-hayes‌:

“It would have been much easier to watch someone if we were in a world where modern spy equipment existed.” The Basilisk murmured back petulantly. But he didn’t protest the physical contact, the paranoia made all of the devils of his worse nature push to the forefront. The one good thing was that he was focused but coiled tight like a spring down into the core of his body. At this point he felt like he could only trust Susannah and S for certain. Everyone else were varying levels of uncertainty. He heard the request to stay and gave the ancient a single, short nod as he spoke. “It’s going to be a necessity. A hard reset.” He closed his eyes as his fingers toyed with the shirt buttons of the other, counting each button as he tried to focus himself, “If I did that he would know. And I don’t want him to know. So I have a little time.” The Basilisk sighed, “You don’t doubt her do you? What her and the Grimaldi’s have scarified… things we all lost. You don’t doubt the goal do you?” He shook his head again, “You still want them dead right?” Even here he didn’t like using names but the paranoia needed to be reassured.

“Don’t be upset with me now,” Sushim mused, still nosing Cyrus’ hair carefully as they inhaled the soft scent. “It’s better this way... I have more control here anyways, so I can keep you safer like this,” they murmured gently. The oneiroi could tell from the way the basilisk carried himself that he was wound up tight. Not that it was a bad thing, especially when it came to missions like this, but Sushim did want him to be at ease, at least in the moments they had with each other. The ancient creature rubbed the other man’s hands together gently, hoping to preserve some sort of warmth so make Cyrus more comfortable. They weren’t a phoenix, so there was only so much they could do with their ethereal bodies. At the question, the oneiroi tilted their head out of surprise, wondering where it came from. “...Cyrus, I’ve wanted them dead long before any of you were even born,” they murmured, their dark eyes glittering for a moment. “There’s no reason I should doubt Susannah. Or the Grimaldi’s. But if anyone were to speak of the horrors of the families, take it from the one who watched their very creation. I want them wiped from this lifetime and from all others, so that we can live in peace. So that I never have to worry seeing creatures like you or me being killed for no reason other than our differences and uniqueness,” they whispered, pressing a small kiss to the basilisk’s temple. “Why should I doubt the people who can give me that? Their heads on a platter?”

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“You seem like you have something on your chest that you want to get off,” Sushim murmured quietly, not yet turning around to face the phoenix. They were busy putting away the falcon back into her cage and turning their attention to their hunting dogs. One thing about being the caretaker of such precious creatures meant taking the time to make sure they were ready for the next hunt. It was certainly a nice change of pace from being a veterinarian. “You know you can speak openly with me, right? We’re in private; no one will hear.”

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”Tell me you’re being safe at least,” the oneiroi murmured softly, pulling the basilisk close to them as they nosed his hair carefully and gently. They knew he hated them fussing over him, but Sushim couldn’t help it. Not after everything he told them. And it wasn’t like Cyrus was in any particular danger, but there wasn’t any harm checking in with him anyways, right? “Stay with me for a moment, if you have the time? You don’t have to monitor twenty-four seven, right?” the creature whispered gently, their privacy preserved in the safety of their own dwelling.

@cyrus-hayes

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”Oh please, don’t stop on account of me. We are hunting after all, and I’m more than happy to assist with whatever you might need. My animals are, of course, the best anyways, and I’m eager to see what a Rhodes can do,” Sushim mused lightly. They had always intended to take time to speak with Vasa anyways, after hearing what had transpired between the young man and Ghost. But with all the planning that had occurred, the oneiroi figured a little visit in the dream world couldn’t hurt.

They wondered how much Vasa actually remembered of them, given that the ancient creature knew the young man ever since Ghost became infatuated with him as an orphan. They needed to know how much the Rhodes felt about the oneiroi, now that he knew what Ghost was. It was more of a safety pre-caution than anything, but Sushim wouldn’t have second thoughts manipulating the dreams of a Rhodes. They had already killed one; how much worse could it get? “You are, of course, planning on taking my dogs, yes? Or did you want the hawks instead?”

@veexrhodes

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The Oneiroi - Light + Dark Aesthetic

|| Ghost and Khatri || Dreamweavers || A Storm is Brewing ||

“I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”

And so they 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 the world in their dreams ɳιɠԋƚɱαɾҽʂ of unspeakable measure that 𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖊 should ever forget just how þðwêr£µl an αη¢ιєηт вєιηg is when spurned

@resiliencic​

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cyrus-hayes‌:

It would be silly to alienate one of the few people that Cyrus knew was on his side and would help him. But the hurt of feeling put aside was a cloying thing inside of his mouth. Bitter and acidic. It took more will power to keep his mouth shut and not snap at the Oneiroi than he would have admitted. It was hard for him to be patient with those close to him. His eyes fluttered shut when the ancients fingers carded through his hair. He nodded when S spoke again, giving him permission before he finally spoke, “Then be here with me.” 

He shifted away from the arm of the couch to give the Oneiroi space to slip in next to him. The Baslisk curled his long body in next to S and placed his head on the other’s shoulder, his voice  low whisper, “I need to tell you something. But it’s a secret. Just in case something happens. You can’t tell anyone, not even Ghost. Promise you won’t say anything?”

The oneiroi continued to stroke the basilisk’s hair, only sighing softly and moving onto the couch next to Cyrus. Sushim opened up their body as they let the other man curl up next to them. Pressing their lips against the younger man’s forehead, the ancient creature rumbled softly, pulling Cyrus closer to them. They had left him for too long; the oneiroi could tell when the basilisk was cross with them. Sushim seemed to be really good at hurting those important around them.

“Of course, love. You can tell me anything. I promise I won’t say,” they murmured, kissing the basilisk’s forehead gently. “I won’t say. I’ll keep it safe with me, Cy,” the oneiroi repeated firmly, holding him a bit closer and tighter to their chest.

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Memento Mori || Self-Para

Who: Anton Grimaldi + Sushkar Khatri

When: Sunday, April 7th

Where: Central Park

“I wanted to thank you, Khatri,” the dark witch began, his voice laced with gratitude and the utmost sincerity. Central Park bustled with humans, naive to true works of the world. Of the powerful creatures sitting in their mere midst of them. “You’ve shown time and time again that we can count on you to do what’s necessary. In order to push our motives forward.” The oneiroi had been a devout member of the Ouroboros since the beginning. Never failing to show their loyalty to the cause. Recruiting more soldiers and mentoring the one who needed it most. A vital part of their ever evolving objective.”

“We need more time,” Anton told them truthfully. He knew which members need more coaxing than others. Khatri wasn’t one of them and it was something he could appreciate about the being. “We need more time and you have the abilities to provide us with just that. The location of the dagger is vital to completing this once and for all,” he weighed his next words carefully. “Frankly, you’re our last hope,” the man relied. It was slightly unsettling to have to rest the fate of their victory on someone else’s shoulders. Yet the Grimaldi knew this was the best course of action.

“You are powerful beyond what we could hope to be on our own. And, with your help, we know there’s no way we can fail. We’ll finally be able to rid this world of them,” Anton stated strongly, distaste coated his tongue. They’d waited so long for this; to avenge their fallen and finally find peace. “The witches and I— we’ll help sustain you during this time. You will not be alone in your journey to victory. Your success is our success,” he gave the other a solemn nod. “We are in this together. Until the end.”

With a squeeze of their shoulder, Anton stood from Khatri’s presence, knowing that the oneiroi were the most capable of them all.

For the ethereal creature, they eyes remained fixated on the dark witch, watching his figure retreat away from him. Khatri remained calm, still sitting on the bench in the park after the meeting. There was very little that they had to say to Anton in turn. They knew what their role was, what was being asked of them. It had been centuries of watching the original families grow and prosper, no doubt with each and every one dealing their own personal sin against the oneiroi. Khatri had watched the families slowly destroy every last bit of their heart, leaving them more isolated and alone in the world.

It had started with the formation of the Davenports, the Tallis witches crushing their mentor’s talisman without a second thought, the Vales and the Bordeauxs leaving behind bodies of innocents in their wake, the Rhodes hunting down any immortal-like creature they came across. Grievance after grievance piling on, and still the oneiroi bided their time. The Ouroboros had been their saving grace, their chance to take action after so many years of suffering.

Inhaling the crisp air heavily, the ancient creature closed their eyes for a moment, letting the sun brush through their hair. When was the last time they had a moment like this, a moment to simply sit and let the world run its course? The oneiroi hadn’t met a creature older than it. Not Susannah, not the Bordeauxs, not the Davenports. No one had lived as long as they had or seen as much horrors as them. But today... this moment... time were changing. For an immortal creature, waiting some thousand years would always play itself out. For all the extraordinary supernatural creatures that had been mistreated and abused, overlooked and taken advantage of... it was a step to repair the wrongs that had existed in the world for so long.

Khatri cleared their throat idly, curling their fingers up into a fist before unfurling again. To set the city into a slumber... it was almost child’s play for them. Not that it would be easy, but they had the time to corrupt and manipulate dreams with skill. Not that anyone else was the wiser; they had taught Ghost all that they knew anyways, and who would tell them that what they were doing was wrong?

Time was ticking soon; they would need a moment to prepare, and thoughts of Ghost and Cyrus flashed through their mind first. They would need to see them before they went about their respective jobs. Khatri would tear the heavens and the earth apart if something went horribly wrong. Not that these things weren’t without risk, but the oneiroi could have their own murderous thoughts from time to time. It was their way to clear the air and vent off everything stuck inside their heart. Things were moving; pieces on the board to win the battles and the war. It was falling in place, and Khatri looked forward to seeing it all unfold.

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elioxalvarez‌:

Stupid wasn’t exactly the word Elio would’ve applied to witches. Most he’d known had been anything but. But he knew what Sushim was trying to say. “Always someone trying to make trouble,” stated with a half smile, as though he was amused by the thought, though his words rung true. “I’ve never been opposed to animals, Sushim, just because I don’t drop in all the time doesn’t change that,” now he was smiling, teasing the other, “besides, I don’t recall you taking any interest in my art this time around. When was the last time you dropped by my studio? Can’t I just be here to see a friend?” Things were going to change soon and Elio was actually concerned for Sushim…he knew the oneiroi was powerful–– he knew that what he could do…what he’d be asked to do was going to change everything for them and he couldn’t imagine that was an easy thing to shoulder by oneself. Clearing his throat, Elio straightened, expression taking on a bit of a more serious look, “I wanted to see how you were. That’s all.”

“Fair enough. I’m sure they’d be happy to see a new face anyways. They’re probably tired of seeing my face every day,” the oneiroi chuckled. “You can, of course. Next time, I’ll swing by yours instead, as a deal,” Sushim teased as well before gesturing for the basilisk to take a seat. It wasn’t like they much to do in the moment anyways, and it seemed like there was something on Elio’s mind. “If I didn’t know any better, it would seem like you were worried about me,” they teased, trying to lighten the seriousness in the other’s mood. “Is that all? You seemed like you had something you wanted to talk to me about.”

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beatrix-tremblay-oakes‌:

During her few months at the zoo, Bea had learned that her boss could be a rather serious person, but not one void of a funny bone. She forced back a smile as they joined in with her little joke, trying her best to remain serious to keep up the ruse. The poor hapless idiot in front of them certainly hadn’t cottoned on as Sushim seemed to truly consider the option. “True…,” Bea replied with a nod. “I’d hate to see an elephant suffer because we wasted resources.” Bea looked between the drunk man and her boss as if decided what the best course of action would be. “The poor guy is suffering though. It’s a pretty big needle, are you okay with needles?” She asked, her question aimed at the other man. 

Before the other man had a chance to reply, Sushim waved their hand tiredly. “I’m sure he’s fine with it. Just make sure we don’t have another incident like last time. There was just so much blood to clean up, and I’d rather not make this place all messy again,” the oneiroi chuckled. “Here, let’s just give him a smaller dose, and I’m sure it’ll knock him out just fine,” Sushim mused, watching the other man’s face pale more and more as they spoke.

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taintedxpast‌:

Frankie had to clench her jaw both with pain and with agitation. There was a certain degree of anger issues anyway, but the condition she was in, combined with this guys expression, it was enough to want to punch him, but she knew that wouldn’t be a wise move. 

“Only when they look so fucked off that they come across like they would sooner have a rusty poker up their ass rather than help someone.”

Her lips pursed together tightly and the young wolf inhaled deeply through her nose before sighing heavily. 

“I have a deep cut…glass is in it and I can’t get it out…..”

She pulled up her top to reveal a wound on her left side. 

“Feisty as ever. You definitely have a lot of nerve to talk to me like that when you need help,” the oneiroi snorted before examining the glass shared in Frankie. “Alright, sit still. I gotta run some tests just to make sure nothing bad is happening inside, and then we’ll go from there,” the vet remarked, gesturing towards one of the set-ups in the adjacent room. “I don’t want to pull it out just yet if it’ll cause more damages. Right now, the move is to keep it in, until I know more. What happened exactly?”

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kindlykiara‌:

Kiara resorted back to being silent, a trait that had ended up being a part of who she was. She was an observer at best. With a lot of listening and not much confiding. She tried to smile she really did but she barely managed a slight tilt of her lips as she plonked herself on the edge of the table. Her eyes diverting to the floor as she motioned to her arm removing her hand from it so it could get a better look. She was almost ashamed, but then, that would mean she was admitting to also being ashamed of who or rather what she was. “I just would’ve gone home.” Her voice was soft showing no signs of her lying, but then, why would she?

“What, go home? With an injury like that? What if it was severe?” Sushim mused curiously as they inspected Kiara’s arm. The vet carefully too it in their hand, gently running a brief examination on it as they would with any other patient. Despite their specialty being with animals, they knew their way around bodily injures. “Mind if you tell me what happened? Might help with the whole... treatment ting. I’m not sure if I can give you anything without causing an allergic reaction.”

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calebmartinellii‌:

                    “Don’t look at me like that,” he scowled, shaking his head as if vexed by the obvious judgement, “It was worth a shot. If the ‘rents get called up about another hospital stint they’ll likely keel over and die. Or beat me to death; either option is hardly pleasant.” 

”How else would you like me to look at you then? Is it my fault you’re in the condition you’re in?” the vet pointed out before gesturing for Caleb to take a seat. “Well, I can’t say that keeping it from your parents is going to be any better, but who am I to point that out? What’s wrong, that you came to see me?”

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who-killed-rayn-cooper‌:

Rayn couldn’t help but smile at his comment. It was weirdly comforting that those kinds of crazy incidents could seem light hearted in comparison to what had been happening. “ You mean to tell me that this also happens on New Years and Cinco De Mayo?”

“Oh god, don’t even get me started on New Years,” the oneiroi chuckled. “But I guess the benefit is that we’re closed then. It’s more of a gamble to see if the place is still intact coming back the next day,” they sighed. Holidays were always something else... but this day was unlike any other. They were certain most of the people here were just looking for an excuse to be drunk anyways.

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not-a-saint-lawrence‌:

Oliver’s breath hitched as he imagined himself–and Sushim–moaning. And what the man would do to make him moan. “I don’t think they’re half as interested as you are,” he retorted, though his voice barely went above a murmur. 

He allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Automatically, his other hand grasped his drink, though with the taste of Sushim’s lips still on his he didn’t think he’d much need it. “Good,” he replied sharply. Boldly. Bluntly. A finger slipped between their palms and began stroking Sushim’s, his nail scratching slightly at the other’s skin. “Like I said, patience is not one of my virtues.” 

“Lucky for the two of us, I don’t particularly care what they’re interested in. More so just what you’re interested, love. Wouldn’t be fun any other way,” they teased as the two of them left the coffeehouse. The oneiroi liked the way their hands fit together as they walked, as smiled a bit at the werewolf’s nail scratching at his skin carefully. Sushim calmly led them at a brisk pace, only turning one corner to pull Oliver closer to them. 

“Walk quickly, and maybe we can do something to satisfy that impatience of yours,” the oneiroi mused, before pushing the other against a wall, concealed in the closeness of the alleyway. “Think you can last for two blocks, or do I have to give you something to think about now?” Sushim teased, their lips already brushing against Oliver’s.