#elijahstarter

[beelzebulx]

@elijahsequeira location: Hakan's Rave notes: kiss kiss fall in torture they aren't friends jestie

Ruling was a tedious task, but for a mind as well organized as his it was one that Ba'al relished in. He knew the name of every soul that entered the Malebolge, who they were, who they'd been, and in some cases who they might have become had they started down a different path. Ea-nāṣir, though the incubus had gone by many names. It was always entertaining to watch a person struggle, to believe they were above the hordes even when their face was pushed into the mud. The reptilian bolgia was one of the kinder varieties: Elijah could have spent thousands of years drowning in excrement instead.

At the table the couple, Elijah and his banshee sat together, clearly immersed in one another's company. That was a good place to start. Flies were the first indication of his presence, then the lover dissolved and in his place sat the archfiend opposite the incubus. An incubus who'd been absent from his realm for thousands of years, one who'd feel the coil of the serpents that appeared around his body, across his throat, over his chest, the flick of their tongue the sharp indication of what might happen if Elijah were to do anything drastic like run away. Not that it would matter.

"Your scars have faded," Ba'al pointed out, though at his words they resurfaced, glaring, bright, and ready to bleed once more. "I suppose you wear them elsewhere now."

[chrysacr]

@elijahsequeira​ location: Elijah’s place notes: knock knock destiny is at the door

Bittersweet partings had left Chrysaor idly wondering where he and the incubus stood. The banshee’s feelings towards the incubus were complicated, it was hard to reconcile who he’d been with who he was now and what he ultimately felt for Elijah. How could a spirit love? Banshees wailed for death, for gloom and doom and in the silence that followed their parting Chrysaor had only grown restless. He wasn’t a thing that pined, he didn’t yearn, he didn’t wait by the phone for someone to call. But he waited, and he yearned, and he pined, and he quietly resented that anyone could have the power to make him feel this way. Unwanted or… Rejected. Somehow Chrysaor thought that after what had happened Elijah would have forgiven him or they could move forward, instead there was a quiet absence as this distance between them grew wider and wider. 

If Elijah held a grudge, if he wanted nothing to do with the banshee, then the incubus would need to say as much to his face. Chrysaor had been lied to, he’d been manipulated, and then he’d still gone to save Elijah when he could. He would have done so again, a hundred times. As many times as the banshee had to. Chrys ended up outside Elijah’s door because he wasn’t a creature that pined or waited, he’d called himself a demigod in life and had aspired towards divinity. Towards the sort of heroic deeds that would have his name consecrated for eternity amidst labours like that of Heracles. Chrysaor never reached such heights, his name was an obscure one and his story had been twisted by time. So, he knocked, and then he knocked louder because Chrys was a lot of things but ignored would never be one of them. 

[acolyterose]

@elijahsequeira location: Atlas’ Studio notes: this will do, right?

The amount of money that Atlas had been spending on high end airbnbs had gotten a little out of control, with what he’d started bringing in it was worthwhile for Atlas to invest in a studio property that he could film in consistently. It was bright, the coliseum was in clear view through the floor to ceiling windows and Atlas’ photographer was only a few doors down. Location wise it was perfect, he’d hired a decorator and she’d completely snapped on the place - the only thing missing was his cat, but the thought of her wandering into frame while he was getting railed was just too upsetting to think about. She’d stay with his mom along with the bulk of his stuff, the studio was more or less for show and work. “Well, what do you think? Sexy, right?” Atlas asked as he turned towards the other, their arrangement was simple, they’d met at the black dog and developed an easy partnership. They filmed together and featured one another on each other’s pages,  Atlas got a percentage off the videos Elijah posted of him and vice versa. Business was very good. “I really made gentrification my bitch on this one.”

[mnemxsyne-writes]

Open to: All (suggested relationships: friends, romantic partner, helpful stranger)  Muse: Max Duncan or Elijah Parrish (please specify in the tags!)  Feel free to choose a scenario that works for your muse, or else I can fill in the gaps with the next reply! 

“I can’t- I can’t move,” he said, a dull sense of panic washing over him, leaving his limbs feeling jittery and numb. “I can’t - I think I’m stuck.” 

[souleaterelijah-blog]

Truth be told, Elijah didn’t own much. His last few years had been spent traveling the globe with the bare minimums on his back. And so, picking out decor for his room had been rather challenging. As he spread out his drab gray comforter, he heard a shuffle behind him. Taking a breath through his nose, he masterfully placed on his doe eyes and turned toward his open door. “Umm, hello?” 

[chrysacr]

@elijahsequeira location: Mojo Dojo Casa de Elijah's House notes: he's sad but what else is new

It was possible that the banshee could have spent forever in bed, but at some point he had to get up again. Chrysaor wouldn't fade away, broken as his soul was it seemed cemented into this plane and thoughts of escape had never crossed his mind. He had wanted the wailing to end, of course, but only so that he could return to Elijah, and so the pain would end. With burning clarity the banshee had seen the Great Old Ones doom that they were to bring but had been powerless to communicate more than three pitiful words.

"I'm... So tired of being sad." Chrysaor admitted after he walked in the door from his first day back at Woven. They hadn't really talked about it, about anything really, Chrysaor existed around Elijah's gravity and for a time it just seemed like maybe they were both at a loss. If the incubus didn't know what to say to him that was fine, because Chrys didn't know what to say to himself either. "All the time I'm just-" he looked, almost hopefully at the incubus, "I'm sad." This was the closest thing to emotional honesty that Elijah was ever going to get from him, so he hoped the demon appreciated it. "Can't this be easy? Can you just kiss me and we go back to how things were?"

[chrysacr]

@elijahsequeira location: the FUNCTION notes: imagine being happy

"Can't believe we've been here for over an hour and you still haven't asked me to dance." Chrysaor wasn't particularly good, but this was a very rare occasion where he'd let Elijah take the lead. Though, in all things it seemed the demon had to be told to take the lead, which was one of the many things that the banshee loved about him. A smile clear on the former faiman's lips, he cocked a brow at the other, "Well-?"

[chrysacr]

@elijahsequeira location: elijah's place notes: kept the midsommar haircut

It wasn’t as if Chrysaor cared much for mortal lives these days, people died and that was just the way the world worked. Demons consumed and they devoured and they did really terrible shit down in the Inferno, the fact that Elijah had become something else, that he was an incubus because he’d refused to let the hellfire change him, that was something that Chrysaor had really respected. Down in the pit, Chrys imagined that the demons and the rulers of the Inferno delighted in promising power to those who were willing to lower themselves to pick it up. Still Elijah had refused. That the incubus had suddenly changed meant that the banshee could only look around and ask why that might be, the answer seemed obvious: Chrysaor.

“Still burning up?” Chrys asked as he sat on the edge of the bed as he changed out the cold towel on the incubus’ forehead. It was hard to tell when the demon was sick or not, but the whole city seemed to be under the weather, Chrys remained immune but apparently Elijah had caught it. “Heard the hospital is insane right now,” bunch of the surrounding schools as well. Things were crazy out there, but at least the demon didn’t seem to have it too bad.