#c: etera

[hemitekoha]

looking good | etera & hemi

As part of the council, Hemi had known that mischief would soon be unleashed on the castle. Some of the spells were more fun than others but he wouldn’t begrudge anyone their fun. There was one spell in particular he had in mind for his old friend and had even organised someone to cast it on him. When he moved into the living room, he was not disappointed to see Etera standing there. Or at least it was a woman who was meant to be Etera. He could tell from the grumpy expression and dark eyes. “Fuck, you still look hot. This is great news,” he chuckled, leaning against a wall to watch her. 

Looking her up and down, Hemi’s smirk spread across his lips with an amused look. “I had a feeling something like this would happen so I got you a gift,” he said, holding out a small bag for the djinn. “I hope you like it.” 

for: @eteratekoha​

[emilioalverez]

cont from here

The fox was very unsure about how he felt about this. Luckily, this body looked good and he wondered if he shouldn’t just stay like this and sneak out to freedom though he knew it wouldn’t last long. “That’s a long time...” he muttered before looking towards the voice. Seeing a familiar face was a bigger relief than he expected it to be and he grinned. “Etera! What are you doing out here?” he asked. His brow furrowed quickly before he realised that it could be anyone. “Wait, you are Etera aren’t you? It’s hard to tell right now.” 

for: @eteratekoha​

[percivalweiss]

@hemitekoha​ / @eteratekoha​​ : surprise

There was on idea that came to mind that she felt herself fixated on, wanting to try out while they had the benefit of this body. There was no telling when another opportunity would arise. She entered the suite easily, always welcome there, before she dropped the jacket she had on, revealing the cute two piece lingerie she was wearing. It showed her intentions and purpose without her having to say it, and she hoped it did the trick. 

“Hemi! Etera!” she called, brushing her fingers through her hair, anxiously adjusting it. Quickly, she moved to the couch, getting comfort in what she thought was a seductive post. If this didn’t work out, Percy would probably be too embarrassed to face either of them ever again.

“I hope the two of you don’t plan on leaving me out here all cold and lonely.”

[percivalweiss-a]

hideaway

Ever since the Christmas gala, it felt like he was on edge every time he woke up, expecting to see someone lurking in his room or things missing. He was still dreading learning what length Lovell would go to in order to drive him away. Any time the doctor came anywhere near his master’s suite, it felt it like an omen and he made sure to get out of there as quickly as possible. This time around, he could feel it as he was heading back and he knew the man was there with Carter.  Deciding against it, he went further down the halls and around the corner to a different set of suites. 

It was quiet inside, as to be expected. While he originally planned to stretch out on the sofa, his feet took him to one of the side rooms instead. Peeking in the door to make sure he was there, Percival pushed it open a little further. “Mind if I stay with you for a bit?” He was feeling sheepish, especially considering how their last interaction had gone. 

@eteratekoha​

[hemitekoha]

tribe | hemi & etera

He heard that there was a new slave in the undercroft. While the ghoul wasn’t normally interested in the newcomers, the mention of a demon that had been taken from New Zealand had drawn his attention. After he finished work for the day, he made his way down to the undercroft and looked over the slaves in their ridiculous outfits, chuckling to himself. He stopped short when he saw the slave he had been told around. The man looked ready to tear out the throat of anyone who got close. If it wasn’t for the collar around his neck, Hemi was sure he would have. 

It was the tattoos that drew him in. They were similar to his own in a lot of ways and as he got closer, he could see the same patterns in the slaves tattoos as his own. “So you’re from New Zealand?” he asked, stopping in front of the cell. Maybe he should have been paying attention but he was too distracted by the ridiculous outfit they had wrapped him in. The man was clearly way too broad and defined for a dainty little bow and yet, they had wrapped it around him. “Are you meant to my gift?” he asked, chuckling at the sight. “Can I unwrap you?”

for: @beasto-fburden​

[percivalweiss-a]

learn to lose

There was no recognition of the passage of time, no precognition to aid him now, no sun or moon light to indication the hour. There was just the dirt and the darkness. Despite having no way out, he still calmed his mind and focused on his breathing, well aware that the air would run out slowly but surely. At first, he tried to not think of much, but soon his mind drifted to the recount how he got into this position. From offering himself up to be a slave, to the people he met. Becoming reacquainted with Etera had been the first highlight, making him feel like he was someone outside of his recluse nature and incessant, someone others might want around. Then others became his friends. Hemi. Barry. Seth. Lysander. Carter. Chandler. Wicek. Josh. Shade. Mason. All these people who enjoyed having him around. 

And yet here he was. All his books and reading and knowledge couldn’t save him. The longer he spent with his thoughts, the more he acknowledged that, and the more he recognised that none of those people needed him. Etera would solve his situation somehow, Barry would too. Seth would grow into a smart and capable witch with time, Wicek would figure out his abilities. Hemi would be fine, he always was, and Carter? He felt horrible that he had caused all this trouble for him. 

With the little bit of space, he pulled his notebook from his back pocket. Thank goodness he had long ago put an enchantment on it, one that allowed him to speak directly to the book and find the words soon written on the page as he intended. He wanted to have a last say on things, even if nobody ever found and read it. 

“Barry. Your warmth and your sweetness made me want to be kinder and friendlier. I wanted to protect you. Sorry I couldn't be there to do that, then or now.  Don't let my death dull that smile and laugh, and the man, I love so much. Love always, Percy.”

“Hemi. No matter what anybody says, your feelings always mattered to me, good or bad. You deserve to be loved for every part of you, and I only wish I could have been that person for you. I will always love you. I'm sorry I wasn't a good enough witch to help you. With all my heart, Percy.”

“Carter. Thank you for being such a good friend. I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused you. Don’t accept less than you deserve, because you deserve the world. With love, Percy.”

“Etera. I’m sorry for not being good enough for you. I’m sorry for not being able to help you or make you happy. I still loved you anyways, you grumpy ass. Love, Percy.”

He must have been running low on oxygen now, the pain of struggling for air was getting stronger and his mind felt hazy and unclear. Percival pressed the notebook to his chest, hand resting over it, as he focused again on his breathing and what little left of it he would be doing. 

@barrywakefield | @eteratekoha

[emilioalverez]

cool down | etera & emilio

As soon as they the slaves out for fresh air, Emilio had done his best to slink away from the others. His body was racked with heat and nothing was going to make it better. A few of the other slaves had told him that he could find a vampire to help relieve him. To Emilio, that sounded terrifying because it was vampires and they drank your blood. Why would be want to go near them? 

He had another idea but, he when couldn’t find his way to a pool or lake to help him cool down, he headed for the garden’s instead. Falling face down in the snow he let out a sigh of relief. Of course it didn’t really help, it just soothed him for a moment but everything was still there under the surface. Rolling onto his back, he saw a big, burly looking man glancing down at him, causing him to shift awkwardly. “Hola,” he greeted, waving awkwardly. 

for: @eteratekoha​

[percivalweiss-a]

Despite his naturally grumpy exterior, Percival was actually gloomier than usual. While he was well suited for being alone, able to spend hours on end reading and learning new spells as suited his fancy, he wasn’t very good at being lonely. After having his days filled with one demon or another taking up his time, to suddenly be alone in the undercroft was unsettling for him. To say it was a relief to be summoned to a room, any room, was an understatement, but he was extra relieved that it was Etera. Even though he was wondering if their connection meant anything, he still enjoyed his company. When he entered the suite, he found the master lying on his bed watching something and Percy climbed up beside him, resting his head against his chest. It didn’t matter what they did, he just needed to not be alone.

@eteratekoha​