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for hazel? cade made living in that home become bearable. her father hated her, wanted nothing to do with her even more so after her mother's untimely death. and even though emrys was there, the girl was utterly alone for so long. starter to only speak when she needed to, kept to herself often enough. but when cade came on board to the home things changed a little. he was nice to her, never once treated her any differently and for that she was eternally grateful. slowly he became someone she could trust. someone to lean on and someone she quietly admired from afar. it was hard not to. this handsome, older gentleman who seemed to hate everyone but her. it was impossible for her to not feel a certain way towards him. more so when he'd began teaching her little ways to defend herself. taught her how to hold a gun properly, how to shoot it heaven forbid she needed to. she didn't like it, but she retained that knowledge, and he'd put a pistol in her nightside table just in case.

this sort of thing, it didn't happen often, the only time hazel had been part of something like this was when her dad and uncle had been killed. but she and emrys had hid. she didn't have that luxury this time. not when it happened so fast. not when that man burst into her room so fast, wielding that knife with such a sinister smile. hazel panicked, unable to think clearly for a moment and it gave than man a chance to lunge at her, grab at her and try to wrestle her to the ground. but she was a tough cookie, fought it hard enough that the man's waving hands caused that knife to slip across her cheek. her wits came back to her with the pain, rushing for her nightside table and pulling that gun out so fast, clicking the safety off. that man, he laughed and took a few more steps toward her. hazel was shaking, pure fear and adrenaline running through her veins and before she knew it she'd pulled the trigger when he'd gotten too close. close enough that the blood spatter hit her and the man dropped straight down onto her bedroom floor. she stared, wide eyed in horror at what she'd just done, when a voice came through to her. she startled, gun pointing towards the voice. it took a moment but her mind registered that it was cade, bloody nose and all, and her panted breaths filled the sound in the room. 'c-cade,' she stuttered, but she still had the gun raised with shaking hands, unable to lower it. she should be relieved to see him but she's not. she's horrified at what she'd had to do. 'he-- he came at me i--i killed him.' and the panic is clear in her voice. she hadn't wanted to kill him but he was dead on her floor in a pool of crimson.

#c: cade #hazel interaction #forelysiiium

Plotted starter for @forelysiiium

Dove. A name that would ring a bell in his mind from now on everytime he thought about her even if he wasn’t aware of that fact in the night as he entered the club she was supposed to be in. It wasn’t hard to find the place cause his dark senses were tingling stronger with every step he got closer to that venue. It was nearly like a wave of power that overran him as he entered the room with hundreds of people dancing and celebrating. A power too strong to handle at first and blinded his sight in the very first moments. Daemon never really understood why humans were so dependent on drugs like alcohol cause for someone of his blood it wouldn’t affect him in the way it did for these corpses, but he couldn’t deny that the first shot of the night at least helped him to stay focused.

His back was leaned against the counter as he let his eyes wander around the room, flashing colorful lights the only source to brighten up some faces, but in this case it wasn’t even necessary cause he felt she must be there. It felt like something was crawling under his skin. A magic that could scare and heal at the same time but only left him in sensation. Hair flew in the air as she turned and suddenly he saw what he was looking for: that shining mark carved on her skin that made her look like an Angel embraced by pure light even if invisible to humans.

Daemon drowned his drink and placed the glass back on the counter to stroll through the masses. With every step his usual slow beating heart increasing in its rhythm. It was a prejudice to think demons had no heart or emotions, but it was the truth that his pulse would be definitely considered inhumanly slow in general. This time it wasn’t. With polite excuses he made his way to the spot she was dancing and even if she probably didn’t notice him approaching, it felt like his air stopped for a moment as he reached for her arm and touched her warm skin for the first time. “Excuse me, would you have this dance with me?” he asked with a charming smile, hand still brushing along her arm to end on her wrist where his thumb slipped along her pulse in an adoring matter as if he wanted to feel if her heart would beat differently as well. But it wasn’t. It felt just as bright and alive as her whole presence.

Daemon offered his hand to her to lead her closer towards him, not allowing a single soul to intervene what his intention was that night. He had to lure her in, lead her away and bring her to a place where her passion would cloud her mind enough to give into him and make her an easy target. But first: he wanted to enjoy this. No one could forbid him pleasure before he would vanish such a strong light for their cause, right?

#daemon x dove #forelysiiium #v: demon

@forelysiiium plotted starter [andrew/sienna]

It wasn't often he got to see the girls perform, but as soon as Andrew excused himself from the meeting he had with possible new partners that were interested in his services, he knew he had to head to the club to unwind. Beneath the respectful, gentlemanly appearance of being a nightclub owner hid the assassin that went after targets that posed as trouble for his business or, people that have wronged him in the past. It had been simple to get rid of them, and he had no guilt in him for the deaths he committed. After all, those were the people that betrayed and used him for his knowledge when he had just arrived at the States from Australia. He wasted no time in greeting the guards that made a good job of securing the area and making sure no odd person came across the club and then headed towards the bar to request bourbon while his gaze travelled to the sight of the stage, eyes taking in the sight of his newest employee, Sienna.

She was a new addition to the club and ever since she joined, Andrew felt compelled to attend the club frequently to check on her and watch her perform to see if she was worth it, and it took less than two months to witness how Sienna had improved and became a favourite choice among clients. While she wasn't the first woman to step in with little knowledge on the job, it was the first time Andrew cared so much for a dancer that he wished to see their progress, even being proud of it. He felt the need to protect and watch over her. During a certain moment on stage, their gazes met, and Andrew threw a pleasant smile at her and subtly raised his hand to wave at her. He'd wait for her to finish and have a drink with her to discuss her progress.

#forelysiiium #threads: andrew #re: andrew x sienna.#( OKAY HERE WE GOOOOOO #I'm excited hehe )#( hope this is fine my dear <3 )

he was tired. today had been- far more eventful than he thought it would be. but such was the life of crime he lead. his life and every other person's in this house was constantly in jeopardy. the house was always on high alert for something like what happened today. a break in. even when they thought they'd had all area's covered, there was always a spot that had a kink. they'd fix it, improve security and someone would find a way around that as well. and the cycle would continue, a revolving door of chaos and death. what mattered was they were dead. the men that had forced their way in. the house was back on lock down and hazel was safe and unharmed. it was all emrys could ask for at the end of the day. that his only remaining family was alive, albeit a bit in shock. the cleaners would be there in a hour to mop up the bloody messes, discard the bodies and that would be that. tomorrow would come and it would be like nothing had happened. he limped heavily to his office, locking the door behind him and heading right for a large picture that hung on the wall. he tugged on the corner of the frame, reveling the safe that sat behind it, dialed the code in quickly. all seemed to be in place, nothing taken. it's then that he felt a shift in the room. maybe it was the breeze, or that he could hear the birds a bit louder, but emrys felt the difference instantly. 'hello eris.' he said confidently. he knew it was her. knew she was there and he hadn't even turned to face her. he didn't need to. he knew her ways. knew how she operated. she was the classic thief in the night. never seen or heard. it's why he'd hired her on more than one occasion. paid her well, and not always in money. he turned his head to the side, not really looking over his shoulder but more acknowledging that he knew the woman was there and closing the safe before him. 'was this your doing?' he questions, turning around at last, steel gaze staring her down. 'if you wanted my attention you could have just come over.' ever the cocky bastard.

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