#crowgreeds

[favorskill]

HADRIAN DOESN'T MEAN to be a harbinger of everything bad. it was an unfortunate reputation brought on by the way he led his comrades in camp jupiter. when he looks back at it, he can make more sense of the whispers, the exchanged glances whenever someone was assigned to his unit. at the time, he'd been more blind about it, but now it seems obvious.

he sticks the end of his necklace into the corner of his mouth. it's not ideal, but hadrian is trying to starve off the urge to stick a cigarette in there, so it's better than nothing. the metal tastes like blood. " someone was pokin' around for you today, " he says conversationally, although he avoids eye-contact with @crowgreeds. " askin' questions 'bout seeing you. "

[crowshoots-moved]

@crowgreeds liked for a demigod verse starter.

ㅤㅤHIS GUNS FEEL hot in his hands. he feels it all the way to his fingertips, this erratic, humming heartbeat that beats in his hands as much as his heart. he always feels it like this: in the moments before a fight, where his body comes alive.

ㅤㅤthe door is already unlocked. it's firmly shut, like nothing had really disturbed it at all, but jesper touches their fingertips to the lock and feels all the teeth aligned, like they had been coaxed right into the perfect line. odd. the door creaks open without another sound, and jesper proceeds right into the mouth of trouble. his pulse still feels haywire. jesper couldn't be having a better day. demigod life might beckon with possible death at every turn, but jesper might be one of the few who enjoyed playing with chance.

ㅤㅤshe keeps going. the stairs look far older than most of the architecture in this city, but it doesn't creak underneath her fingertips. either it's hermes helping or jesper has taken way too many subconscious leaves out of inej's book. still, when she turns one corner, she can't help the sharp inhale she makes. the figure at the end of the room is shrouded in shadow, but it does look human. that doesn't promise much, but that might be because jesper can't quite see their hands - no way of parsing fingers from claws even though they're currently clutched around something.

ㅤㅤthe hammer on one of her guns cocks. jesper had pointed it without realizing. " put it down, " he says, then waggles the gun. " at least, i'd highly suggest that. "

[favorskill-moved]

@crowgreeds SAID TO SELWYN — " don't do it. "

KAZ IS GRIPPING onto him like he is a lifeline. selwyn understands. if he lets his mind float about for more than a few seconds, he can feel it all seeping off kaz - the confusion, the loss, the misery of the past few days. kaz is being run into the ground. they all are. it lurks at the very edge of selwyn's mind, tempting in a way that chants it will satiate you. but this matters - this matters more than anything right now. if they fall here, if bree disappears underneath arthur's shadow, then - what shall he do with kaz and selwyn both?

he looks over his shoulder towards nicholas. he can feel nicholas at the corners of his mind too, his worry inching towards selwyn's own mind like a vise. so selwyn takes kaz's hand in his own, ignores the fact that he can so clearly see how much longer his claws nails are next to theirs, and lifts it to press a kiss to their knuckles. " i must try, kazzius. you and i may not have a future if i don't. " and isn't that what they've always wanted? something palpable rather than something doomed?

[huntershowl-moving]

@crowgreeds​.

❝ YOU DIDN’T RUN. ❞   HELLHOUND’S TALL, SPIDERLIKE FORM DOES NOT LEAVE its position on the rooftop beside them, instead moving to take a seat on the very edge, endless tendrils of smoking hair eclipsing portions of her silhouette as it pools around her. ❝ i doubt you’re one for small talk either, so i’ll cut to the point.   you’ve been digging.   stop looking into me. ❞

[gravesung-moving]

@crowgreeds | unlikely savior.

THE DRUSKELLE WILL COME FOR US. it was one of the first things his father told him after keon’s first, awkward transformation into his golden serpentine form. grisha hunters, korin explained. they won’t know what we are, which means they will not be prepared. but, keon. upon his son’s walking form returning to him, korin gripped him by the chin to make sure keon was looking at him. you must never let them know. no matter the cost, they never find out. if you must take your draconic form, they die. all of them. before they can leave the room. understood?  being ten at the time, keon was unable to fully grapple the concept his father drilled into his head. now, he understands why the look in korin’s eyes was so heavy and grim. they’ve chased him south of ketterdam into the open countryside, somewhere between ketterdam and belendt. the druskelle are too smart for their own good. keon is too inexperienced for his. he thought he was safe when he ducked into an old fortress and sprinted up to the second floor, lungs screaming from the exertion of running so far, but soon he finds himself once again surrounded by black-uniformed men. two down. four remaining. he can feel the fractures in his ribs with every breath, and a knife still sits lodged in the back of his left shoulder. ignoring the searing pain of it all, keon strafes right to avoid being pinned against the wall, and leans heavily on his right arm to send a gout of flames toward the man closest to him.  it’s not working. the knife slows him down. eyes lost in the haze of his own smoke, keon stumbles, and suddenly an arm has grabbed his wrist and twisted it so far behind his back he fears it may snap. a knee slams into his sternum; he doubles over, other arm already being bound to the twisted one with some sort of nonflammable cable. they die. all of them. he cannot let his mouth spout fire. they would know. if he did transform now, could he kill them all? ❝ fuck you, ❞ keon snarls to the nearest one, earning a crack across the jaw and another, harder kick to the ribs for it. he spits blood; his body weakens with every fracture, and the world narrows to a single choice. a single risk.

[kcrclrezni]

@crowgreeds​ gets demigod Nik

“Alright, picture this: You. Me. Las Vegas.” Nikolai’s made his way over to Kaz’ table at dinner, taking a seat beside him. “You bring your luck. I bring my good looks and... everything else. We swindle as much money out of the casinos as we can until they come after us and then we rent the fastest car our new money can buy and hightail it back to New York. Sounds like a great plan to me. You in?” 

[princguard-a]

&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

accepting @crowgreeds :  ❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

They were out. The sunlight seemed almost blinding as they collapsed in heaps outside Ketterdam. Worn and sore, Lark looked to her brother with a worried expression and wasted no time in aiding him to sit proper. 

“ Kaz.” she said, not aggressive or hostile, but one to grab his attention. Her gaze was softer than it normally would. The gravity of the situation sank into her as she began to examine her brother for any external wounds. 

His response sent a chill down her spine; ever fiber was on alert. She gritted her teeth for a moment as she began to formulate a plan. 

“ Kaz, listen to me, we’ve escaped Henrietta for the time being but we need to hide.” she said. “ You need to tell me what she did to you.” 

She didn’t want to admit it, but she could sense a distinct shift in Kaz and it made her nervous. 

“ Come on...which way is the farm?” 

[noblehcart]

@crowgreeds SC.

"you're stalling and you're hungry." both were massive understatements, but kaz was a man of few words. she knew he'd understand even less words than she said because dark eyes met his. "you need to feed. this job tomorrow is a two person handle."