#elysiumxii

[unavernales]

@elysiumxii

being pregnant with a rambunctious hybrid 3 year old in tow is, alena has learned, quite difficult. nym was just barely showing at this point, but the pains and wells of emotions were present regardless. their body was taking to this pregnancy much easier than it had with hyacinth's. alena recalls sharp hungers and burns when not preoccupied with the bliss of future motherhood along with the perfect mate. this pregnancy was... different. the ache was... dull. alena was not prone to ravenous cravings as much as they were simply bloodthirsty. there were a few times where beomsoo had come home from a job and alena had jumped his bones, eager to taste the grit and grime of plasma. it was strange, but the fridge was filled with pig (and other) blood upon paion's recommendations.

hyacinth was reacting relatively well to the news of his mother being pregnant. although he couldn't exactly understand alena's newfound inability to run as quickly or play as rough as they used to, he was patient and loving and nothing less than a mama's boy. it seemed that he was very protective, though. much like his father, hyacinth was wary of strangers that approached alena and was quick to growl or snap his teeth, hugging firmly to his mother's leg. there were only a few times that the nymph had to profusely apologize to the poor department store worker when hyacinth had bit at his hand. it was a warning bite if anything. if hyacinth had intended to truly hurt him, then he wouldn't have a hand left. the nymph didn't have the heart to discipline him for it. hyacinth had only been trying to protect nym!

waiting to be called into paion's office for their scheduled prenatal exam, alena rubs the delicate swell of their belly as they watch hyacinth preoccupy himself with a puzzle toy. he was growing well. cute and chubby and everything alena knew he would be. soon, paion advised, he'd have to begin some sort of schooling. alena wrinkled their nose at such advice, preferring to teach hyacinth the ways of nymphs, but would keep the doctor's recommendation in mind.

"ah, ah hyacinth--" alena chirps gently. "not in your mouth. your spit can be acidic to other children." a fact they had learned the hard way... "beomsoo, make sure he doesn't chew on the toys. where are his toys..?" alena rifles through their tote bag for the demon specific chew toys paion had administered to them during his last checkup. it seemed that chewing was natural for especially hybrid children. he may or may not grow out of it, but alena doesn't mind either way.

[hedxnism]

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“I’m sure, babe.” Is his answer, the pet names easily come from him but Honeys name is one he’d use so he’s opted for the other. Truly the pet name means nothing to him but that can change, of course. Moonjo just has to see more of Honey, how he acts, moves, questions, accepts. Moonjo wants to know it all, wants to be able to nearly read his mind and know Honeys next thought and action before it even enters the others consciousness.

Sharing a bed isn’t something he does often but he can make an exception and Honey is good, a good choice and could even be a delicate victim of moonjo so decided but he prefers this one alive and by his side for now. Catching the look through the mirror doesn’t give Honeys actions away and moonjo waits. His shoulders and back scattered with scars from his mother at a young age - Honey hasn’t seen him in bed, shirtless before as moonjo opts for long sleeves year around, it’s easier to avoid looks and questions about those specifics and so far Honey doesn’t seem to mind them either.

Watching Honey move his hand has an eyebrow twitch up, surprised by this action despite seeing it in the others eyes - Moonjo thought he had detected something else but he was off - for once. There’s no hesitation in Honeys actions and moonjo likes that. Careful to execute, patience but no hesitation. His stomach flexes when his cock is finally touched, Honeys hand wrapped around it makes it throb and moonjo watches Honey through the mirror.

The questions asked make him hum, knowing Honey can feel him reacting. He wonders if he’d keep his hand there if moonjo told him that he thought of pulling his teeth from his skull. Watching his mouth fill with blood and hearing him beg for mercy. Would he still be stroking his cock if he told him he thought of strapping him down to a table just to watch the fear flood him, to see the tears pour, how sweet he’d look wrecked in that way. Unfortunately, Honey stands out in a different way and after a few run ins - moonjo is hooked. “Is this how you thank other men for giving you a place to sleep?” Despite being hard and enjoying the feeling and the images, moonjo won’t be treated like everyone else. Pulling Honeys hand off his cock and placing it back on his stomach, “If I expected a thank you like this, I would have told you.” A nod for Honey to go to the bedroom, moonjo is a little disappointed even if the action itself is surprising but he has every intention to make up for it while honey is sleeping. Honey being a giver feels like it’s obligatory - moonjo will be a giver because he wants to.

[seudxnimx]

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To have and to hold… it’s how Vaclav wanted this to be. It’s how things have gone in their past meeting. Although with some time and winning him over and Vaclav had let his guard down just enough in hopes for Nixus to see him for who he was, to spark something - he certainly hadn’t expected his lover to be a hunter. One fixated on him.

Being attacked and the feeble attempt on his life was still damaging in a sense. Having someone you love try and take your life wasn’t and easy pill to swallow and out of all the lives he’s come across his one and only - he’s never tried to kill him. Or outright hate what he was… usually that information was saved for a later date but he didn’t have that luxury this time. It also wasn’t easy keeping him chained….

Hearing the screams the first few hours were heartbreaking. Vaclav had to stay away until Nixus wore himself out, bringing a glass of water and a cup of tea for his bedside once he woke. Once the screaming phase was quickly over, Vaclav was going to make Nixus rely on him for everything. The water and tea the only thing given without his hand there to offer it. He wanted Nixus taken care of… he wanted Nixus to come to him and after nearly a week of feeding him every meal, every sip, wiping down his body and guarding his bathroom visits… he feels a slight breakthrough with how badly Nixus seems to want his dessert.

Vaclav has his free hand gently pressed under Nixus chin for anything to drip and to help him eat. A almost silent hum at the sound Nixus makes, a sound he’ll remember for the next hundred years, the sight something he’ll hold onto. Eyes watch as the warmth of his tongue touches his fingers. Oh. He’s missed that… he’s missed so much of him and it takes over a century of control to not let him free in hopes he’ll see what Vaclav can be for him but instead he pulls the stem away and sets it down. Licking his middle finger and wiping his hands on the napkin he brought with but he picks up two more off the plate he brought and makes a fist.

“Eat, pet…” his voice kind and soft even if it’s low and a command. He does pick the stems out and offers his hand for Nixus to eat out of. His other hand comes up to gently pet the side of his head. The thirst he has for Nixus is unquenchable, a burn in his throat even after a full meal for himself. He craved him in more ways that he can fathom but until he can find a way to break the news - this is it. “I’ll clean you up once you’re done..” a proper bath this time.

[sentimentalscientia]

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A charming smile flashed as yet another person made a comment about the coming exhibits. This time the smile genuine because it actually sounded interesting. Those conversations the wolf was enjoying. The other ones...the ones where people were patting themselves on the back for donating money or for just random things in their life. Not even big events. One man was bragging about money he had made in the stock market.....at a gala for the museum. Yet another reminder of why he’d so desperately avoided the nobility in his younger days. He made a comment about one of the art pieces that was expected to come in. Enjoying a few moments conversation before the woman was whisked away. Seeing one of the braggarts head his way, he quickly ducked into the crowd. Finding his way back to the side of his love.

I smile still on his lips as he leaned in to whisper at the man’s ear. “If another person tries to brag about purchasing an Armani belt, I am going to hit them.”  He admired Rene for being a patron of the heights. He was one himself....but he still couldn’t fathom how the vampire could enjoy this type of thing.

[nosignalformiles]

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Jay was never known for his patience. Doubly so when it felt unnecessary and mind-numbingly boring to wait around.  Insulting even. Standing around for the rest of the team to do a job which had never needed multiple people. Slowed down by red tape and paperwork. PPE checklists, sounding off constantly like echoes down the overly clean corporate hallways. Enough to drive a man to say fuck OSHA.

So, that’s what he did. Maybe not quite fuck OSHA, but fuck the code of conduct and workplace practice guidelines they very strongly hammered in when he arrived.

Ferrying random-ass creatures between rooms for supposedly more qualified individuals to poke, prod and potentially kill was hardly a four-person job. He could do it alone. Wrenching open the first latch of the door, that familiar hiss of suction let out around the rubber rim, followed quickly by something else. Discordant muttering, chattering, noises, getting louder. Jay stumbled back from the latched door and scrunched his eyes shut, pushing his palm against his ears, trying to block the nonsense sounds and voice.

Whatever it was inside slammed against the partly open door, the metal straining under the force, pulling Jay’s focus back. Maybe PPE checklists weren’t red-tape bullshit, because the warning sign about ear guards was annoyingly clear once he’d already fucked up. As he scrambled to pull on the ear guards, the creature reared back to push into the door again. Oozing flesh roiling out through the cracks, dozens of small eyes and mouths blinking and moving, turning towards him, before they were sucked back in as it prepared to bear down on the door again.

Slamming his full weight into the door, Jay tried to get the first latch done back up, reseal everything properly, he’d still get shit for it, but at least it would be contained. Both of them hit the door at the same time, the second security latch giving way with a metallic screech, and sending Jay flying back, as the hallway burst into deafening alarms and strobing red lights. The fleshy mounded form spread out to fill the space as it slumped into the hall, slimy wet gunk seeping out across the floor.

Well. It could’ve gone better.

[allegxry]

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Christmas wasn’t really his thing, Elijah spent all his holidays at the castle since he didn’t have a family or home even to go back to and he’s made decent friends with a few of the professors and a ghost or two. Nothing he was sad over though, he hasn’t been beat or worse since coming to Hogwarts. It’s the safest seven years he’s had. Not that anyone knew that, except Dumbledore, the one who stumbled upon the muggle born and took him in. The caste was far from boring, the forest a form of entertainment as well and there was always reading and practicing.

The decorations were always something, magic was always something. Elijah was constantly fascinated by it and driven to perfect anything thrown at him or if he had read about it. Growing up in the muggle world, the way he grew up especially, it was grim and plenty to fear over - and his first year here was honesty hell. Elijah wasn’t trusting, wasn’t friendly, he was isolated and angry and had never even stepped foot in a school so he had a lot to catch up on in all aspects. It was a rough first year and he didn’t get much of a hand until halfway through so seeing the blonde near tears at the stairs wasn’t something he could ignore. Elijah often helped the first years around and he was usually first to get in a fight with any sort of bully, the thing about most people here - none of them were really street smart. Dodge a wand and throw a punch and he usually won easily.

He’s not expecting anyone to approach him, the one actual close friend he had died a few years ago and the two in his house had gone home so he glances around him to make sure he’s being spoken to, hazel eyes landing on Helios, closing the magazine and holding his spot with his finger, “Hey…” lips pressed together, “Uh, yeah, I - always do.” He looks to the Ravenclaw table and doesn’t see anyone too interesting so he scoots down on the bench some, nodding for him to sit if he wants, finding the standing there a bit awkward, “You don’t usually stay though..” he knew all the regulars, “I hope you’re prepared for the Hogwarts Christmas special..” a faint chuckle as it was said in sarcasm.

He never forgot about Helios, he has a few classes with him and the practical golden halo was hard to miss. Elijah just never reached out to people first, not with new people anyways. He found the Ravenclaw house interesting and anytime Helios answered a question Elijah liked to pay extra attention to it, or him in general but a stupid crush when their paths crossed wasn’t anything to get worked up over.

[jae-the-fallen]

"Well, long time no see... Rene."

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[chishiyathecat]

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He was used to the boss dropping bodies without having to do a thing, so it startled him slightly when he was overseeing Jaewoo in his room and the other man had actually shot some guy he was mid "business" meeting with. Chishiya stood there for a long moment, glancing down at the body before glancing back over at Jaewoo. "You want to call the clean up crew for this? I don't do the clean up, you know that," he utters, no emotions crossing his face though inwardly he was a bit panicked. He looks down and fixates on the blood now on his white high top shoes, trying his best not to react.

Shoving his hands further in the pockets of his hoodie, he shifts his weight between his feet. "Should we go elsewhere while someone cleans this up?" He asks, after all Chishiya was more used to killing in places they could walk away from.