#ch:john

[darlinafterdark]

John, but instead of being a figment of your imagination, he’s slipped through realities.

At first, you think he’s a ghost. You’re surprise when the ghost yelps and thinks you’re a ghost. Eventually the two of you calm down enough to ask questions. He insists he’s real, you insist you’re real… both of you saw the other fade into existence…

Eventually the two of you figure out that you do both exist— but in two different, but very similar, realities. Neither of you know just how it’s happening— but at random times he just appears, the walls between your two realities thin enough to see each other.

Sometimes he is like a ghost, really; the walls aren’t thin enough for your worlds to collide and you can only see each other. Other times, he can touch you, navigate your world.

The two of you bond over this weird phenomenon- you both enjoy your chats and visits. You both become close… You find yourself falling for this man who both does and doesn’t exist….

[goodewitchwalking]

@prexcher-mxn

Nyx had no idea how a man of his advanced age had managed to survive for so long with his uncanny ability to make enemies everywhere he went. Every time she came across him he was injured and wearing a beatific smile as if someone had given him a gift by being allowed to live another day. Today was different as he sat head turned back towards the starry sky as he allowed the healing waters of the hot spring to wash over him. His neck still bled from the tattoo she had watched the monks put on his skin. Watching from a distance she'd wondered if this was what he had invited her up here.

The Holy man was a mystery that she wanted to crack open and know every inch of. Nyx didn't bother waiting to announce herself as she slipped into the water and began wading towards him. Reaching out she settled a hand on his shoulder using it to settle herself down into his lap. The thin material of the towels the monks offered was the only thing that separated them. Her skin was hot to the touch as she buzzed with barely contained desire at the thought of what was to come.

"Preacher." She whispered voice low and seductive as she leaned down and pressed her mouth to his throat. Her tongue traced the raised bumps and ridges of the newly scared skin. He tasted of sweat, iron, and the slight sweetness in the ink they used. Her nails raked lightly over her chest as she enjoyed the feeling of his embrace. Something that she had wanted longer than she'd cared to admit. "I'm afraid I have every intention of making you mine tonight. I'll personally apologize to your god for causing you to sin. But what can you expect from a pagan? And a witch known for enthralling men with dark seductions. Though you've never needed much seducing....have you, John? "

[poirot]

“It’s always you. John Watson, you keep me right.” (Happy Birthday @uniqueraindrop )

[darlinafterdark]

@lacteawhy’s gotta leave me alone with the Sukesh Selection. The Hector Harem. The Big Boy Bordello...

So if I’ve got this right- You’ve got Hector, Mr. Murder Man, silent and intimidating. A good place to go if you wanna be scared and roughed up a little. But if you wished he was soft, quiet, nervous- maybe less experienced- go to John. If you wish he was insatiable and handsy, sure of himself and bold, go to Dar.

[goodewitchwalking]

@prexcher-mxn

The couple that lives in that house that smelled like the old country and buzzed with barely suppressed magic were kind. He'd over done it moving from one fight to the next until he'd all but collapsed at their door. The wounds wouldn't kill him but they irritated him and dulled his senses as they healed.

The witch was experienced and unafraid while the priest was standoffish. Every time he entered the room he would shuffle in discomfort, stutter and then leave as if the devil was chasing him. Khaos knew he was no better than the devil with how much death clung to him. So he didn't push his presence on the other. It wasn't until he was fully healed and making arrangements to leave them that he finally could smell the heady scent of anxiety and desire that was dripping off the other man. It had been hiding under the cloying scent of the witches many medicines.

Khaos had looked to the wife and she'd given him a knowing sort of smile that made his heart skip a beat. A good pagan woman through and through who didn't mince words or mind sharing. The priest was a breathtaking creature with striking blue eyes and a voice that brushed along the skin like butterflies. It had been a long time since he wanted someone...wanted to be a part of something.

And he was not at all the type to let an opportunity slip through his fingers. So when she left to help birth a pup one town over he took his chance. Catching the other man alone he kneeled down next to the chair he sat in and reached out to drag thumb over his lips.

"Speak holy man...closed mouths don't get fed and desire doesn't just fizzle out." Khaos said voice low and rough as his hand moved to trace the cross at the priest's neck. "Doesn't your God reward his most devote for their loyalty? Let me be your reward."

[goodewitchwalking]

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline. (Nyx and John - Neck Tat)

With a basket under one arm and cutting sheers under the other Nyx was collecting herbs to restock her shelves in the late. As per usual, John wasn't too far off raking leaves and talking to Hercules. Dusting off her hands she looked up from the bush she had been trimming to let him know she was almost done and froze in her tracks.

"Mary Mother of Jesus." The woman whispered to herself when she caught sight of her husband loosening the buttons at his collar. She was given a brief flash of the tattoo that had basically started their relationship. Clearing her throat she called out to him. "Excuse me Holy Man children are present. What would your father say about you trying to taint innocent eyes mine included."

[goodewitchwalking]

“You’re thighs make me want to sin.” John in his preacher garb.

A smile appeared on her face as she opened her eyes and looked up from her bath. With a tilt of her head tossed one of her legs over the side of her tub and flashed him a closer look at her inner thighs.

"Don't blame me for your sinning. I'm sure if you prayed a little harder you could be guided from such temptation."Nyx replied as she beckoned him further into the bathroom. Sunday service had run longer than normal causing her to begin their usually scheduled fun by herself. "You left me alone too long dearest. I had to entertain myself while you were out cleansing the masses when you should have been here defiling me."

[goodewitchwalking]

“Darling. Please it’s getting too long- I don’t want to go to town,” John

Nyx raised a brow and put the perfume bottle she was holding back on her vanity. Turning she took a closer look at her husband who still hadn't risen out of bed other than to entertain the children with a story or two. Rising to her feet she came to sit at the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently caress his cheek recognizing the signs of the time and one sadness after the other weighing on him.

"Ok, We'll stay in. I'll make some tea, run you a bath and we can just soak and nap the day away. I can always do my shopping tomorrow. You and your mental and emotional health me so much more to me right now. What do you think Old Man? Maybe I can wash your hair and give you a massage?"She said more than willing to pamper the man back into a nap until he was feeling a little better. She always worried a bit when he got like this. Like maybe he had been carrying around these feelings for some time and only managed to feel safe enough to fall apart here. In his home surrounded by his family."