#dexilishways

[aubainmary]

@dexilishways continued from here

The half-cupid wasn’t sure how much information she should give the other. What if he wanted to kill her? But surely he wouldn’t... or so she hoped. “I can but any wound usually heals up within a second. Does that count as bleeding for you?” She joked lightly. “I won’t die of old age according to the books I’ve read...”

[thecvildead]

@dexilishways​ | continued.

‘ what --- you bein’ all shy now, dean-a-rino?   can i at least get a smile? ’

[scarred-up-angel]

@dexilishways

Jonathan had been curled up tight in his carrier, eyes shut tight as if by magic, he would be back in his home nest, back with his Sir, because even when He hurt Jonathan, at least the angeform knew who and where and what he was.

When the others -- like Him, but not, they didn’t feel right or look right -- opened his carrier, they’d scrubbed him and clipped him, no matter how hard he struggled and begged to be allowed to go back to Him.

Finally, when it was all over, he had been granted a small nest that felt like nothing at all, and they’d shoved him in a cage with a peculiar creature. He looked rather like Jonathan did, although with a long tail rather than his wings. Still. It seemed you couldn’t pick much in the world.

[psychic-war-in-the-usa]

Sam settled into one of the chairs offered to the auction attendants, watching as the bidding began. The items and beings arranged ahead on the stage were many, and he was curious at what the auctioneer would consider a reasonable price for some of them.

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[therowenamacleod]

@dexilishways is getting a thing they didn’t ask for.

Rowena opened the door of the motel room and entered. It was dingy with bad wallpaper and well tread carpets. Hardly the sort of place that she would normally step foot inside, but much easier to leave a mess in than a reputable hotel where people were paid enough to care to remember what a person looked like. It didn’t take her long to unroll a rug at the foot of the bed, set out a few items on the dresser, and then make her phone call. Ten minutes and a locator spell later had her standing two blocks away from the motel, watching the figure slink at the edge of the pavement between the street and the side alley of the building. The flickering street lamp went out as she approached, leaving only the light from the neon signs and dirty windows spilling downwards. “I took the liberty of getting a room.” She held up cash in her hand. “Down the street, number 109?” She knew that she looked nothing like the usual clientele, but she hoped that it wouldn’t matter. “I’ll pay for the whole night.” It wasn’t as if he’d be leaving afterwards, not alive.

[penniesfortheferryman]

The tap of his oar settling back on his boat comes, before Kharon comes into view, pushing to stand up and look around. The tingle that had settled at the base of his neck, just before his spine is stronger now. Bright amber eyes flickering through the darkness, the area unfamiliar, 

           “Hello? Are you hurt?”

@dexilishways​​ // closed.

[absentisanima]

| @dexilishways |

☣ – The sound of another had his expression softening. He knew better. Knew better then to look like he was in a sour mood, or any form of disobedience. He didn’t know why he was here, had he upset Him? This wasn’t usual, but at the same time.... it wasn’t being locked up in the dark and alone. He supposed that made it a bit better.

Delicate white fabric danced over his skin where he knelt, the shine of the metal bands that seemed to sit a bit too flush to his skin.... if not tight against enough against it that it seemed to be fused to his skin itself. Pale eyes, faded brown hair, delicate features. He was thin, small, delicate looking. Fragile.... yet the description on his display claimed otherwise. The tattoo branded just over his waist line, the signs of his previous owner and Maker told otherwise. His chin turned up at the prompting, quiet.

His grin widened; too many teeth in too wide a mouth. Somehow it wasn’t as devoutly terrifying as it could be, but that was part of his power, his rank. As a demon of Temptation being tantalizing was par for the course. Samhain hummed, thoughtful, taking in the cheekbones, skin, eyes. So different than his own overlarge appearance- with dark red skin, raised tattoos and fingertips seemingly darkened with ink. Leathery wings blocked most of the spectators passing by, not on purpose, but coincidental.

“Dean is such a pretty name.” He purred, glancing at the description. “Tell me...what do you desire?”

[dantes--rebellion]

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