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He paused as she questioned who he was trying to convince. Staring at her, then grinned, before he laughed “W-What? Noo…one. I'm not trying to convince anyone. No.” Yes, he was, he wanted people to be convinced he was great. Perfect, even. The greatest person they could ever meet! He is, the greatest person someone could meet. But, now, people usually just said he was love bombing. Or. he was manipulating everyone. Was it so bad just to want to be liked, loved, even? Perhaps, worshiped for how great he really was.

Was it really so wrong to do and to want these things? As long as he didn't hurt anyone, he didn't think it was so wrong to want these things. But, regardless of never hurting anyone, he still was mistreated for showing such … obsessions? Maybe that's what they thought his needs were. Too much a burden to give him. So he had to be manipulative, he had to be love bombing. He was always up to some abusive thing, so they could rid themselves of him.

Maybe he was delusional, however. And he was just love bombing, he was just an abuser, manipulating others into giving him love, or attention. But the thought of that, hurt so much. He didn't think he was hurting people! Blinking away the sudden wateriness of his eyes, he glanced to the ground. Maybe this too, was just another manipulation he was playing. He couldn't cry over this, or she might get angry.

A grin formed on his lips, once his eyes had dried again, he lifted his head up at her question “Oh yeah! I'm great. Just great. Nothing fazes me, you know. I'm always good.” He gave a hallowed laugh “Sure. Frozen yogurt doesn't sound bad at all.” It was not easy, he had learned, to talk about these things. Or people would call him horrible things, and he would feel like a monster. He didn't want to be a monster. He couldn't help these things that he did, either.

He didn't truly understand what he was doing wrong, asking to be loved. These thoughts hurt, maybe that was the sign he always ignored, telling him he was a monster. A sharp sting hit him in the chest, and he brought a hand up, cupping it over his heart and taking a few deep breaths “Talk? About what, though? I-I'm sorry. I'm-” His heart was pounding in his chest. He thought that, if they did talk, she might see him as a monster too, that whatever he said, he was just manipulating her. He didn't want to be hated!

Jackson swallowed a thick knot forming in his throat “Maybe, what would we have to talk about? Not our feelings, right? God.” He rolled his eyes.

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Kalyan had little time to perfect many of his own powers. As he was always being hunted by those that had sought to destroy his kind, the Nephilim. So he was not as strong as he should be where that was concerned. Also, as their father had abandoned him for being born a 'male' as he only wished to tend to his daughters. Of course, Kalyan was angry, of course Kalyan was weak. At least where his father was concerned. But his mother, his mother did her best. Protected him when he was still young, taught him her necromancy, but she could not teach him about his angelic side.

Of course, Astrid downplayed it, she got everything, and he got nothing. That was how he had seen it all those years go. She was free of the hunting, being born in another world, with a different god. Perhaps a more merciful one. As she spoke so confidently in all her ignorance, he laughed “Are you stupid? Did you forget some parts of the story, or did your mommy forget to tell you? How convenient. Hm?” He was the one who had let Ginevra hurt him, more or less, seeing his folly. His actions were for nothing, not that either of those two bitches cared. A bitch, who raised another bitch, to be just like her, was none of his concern these days “You're waters don't fuck with me, cunt.” Kalyan smirked and pushed himself up to be straighter “My human half may be a weakness, to you. But I'm still here, because of it.”

Kalyan was of course, exhausted with conversations like this “He didn't plan on leaving you, though. He seen I was a male and left. He wanted to stay with you! There's a fucking difference, bitch.” He hisses through clenched teeth “Because. He needs to pay for what he did. This is his fault! He did it on purpose! You weren't there. When he told me, on his rare visits, to always insult me! That he hated me, that he wished I were born a girl! And that my birth turned him away from the one person he really loved, my mother. He despised me for just existing! Just like that fucking god he served!” Kalyan informed, narrowing his gaze, his gold-tinted blood still spilling onto the ground.

“That stick up my ass, is justice. And I'm going to pay it forward, to everything he has loved, if I must. Maybe till he's fucking dead, if I got to go that far. You're just fodder. Sorry. But he did not set us up for the sibling duo you're trampling on right now. You don't understand, and I'm not interested in you enough to explain it! AGAIN!” He paused, taking a few breathes, blood dripping from his mouth “Your bitch mother should have raised you better, hm? Should have told you all of this instead of making me the enemy. I'm just another product of our fucked up parentage, just like you.”

Holding out his right arm, he twirled his hand, energy forming into a ball there “Are you still on your mommy's leash?” Kalyan asked, looking amused, walking closer to her “You are, aren't you?” He turned his head as she went on talking about whatever flowery bullshit morning cartoon 'don't bully' ad she was living in. Some hands across the world bullshit, if you asked him. He had lived since the dawn of humankind and never seen anything more ridiculous than all of humanity majorly, collectively, agreeing, to be whiney little bitches as these modern humans thrived on. No spines, all wobbly, convictions in the trash, they never really stood for anything 'hard' to deal with. They crumbled more than anything, and listening to his sister yammer only reminded him of how his world needed people like him, even if it as hard to deal with someone like him. “I have lived for thousands upon thousands of years, Astrid, I've found happiness more times than I can count. But that man, he comes and destroys it every time. Do you get it? Now?” Turning his head, he looked a little crazed “He takes from me, as my 'punishment', and I can ever stay in place, because the god he anger, wants me dead. I don't get to be happy.” He wondered if it was Asher who played a part in her being so soft-headed. He should have killed that halfwit when he had the chance, he thought. Lifting his right hand up, he hurled the green ball of fire that had formed in it, at Astrid. “Maybe, I'll kill your entire family, and leave you alive, to watch, and then I'll kill you in front of our father, so he can watch you die. Just before I kill him, too! But that's more for dramatics, seeing as he doesn't care about you, or me, yeah? So why then, did you come here?! Did he put you up to this?!”

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Watching the now grown little girl he had grown to accept as a sister, he frowned at her approach, not because he was upset with her, but just out of some confusion as she neared him. It was the quiet that came with her presence. He tilted his head, making a face still as he waited for her to do or say something.

Glancing at the box, then to Astrid, he wondered what it was all about. Of course, he was aware of some of these things about his younger sibling. She was the product of Ginevra and some 'angel' of some sort. But really, he didn't know much else, otherwise. When he seemed to finally get her attention, his eyebrows rose at her response to his words.

“Is it?” Briar questioned, still confused about what he was watching right now. Whatever she was doing, he was growing impatient waiting for her to get around to it. A wolflike anger still resided in him, despite his being only half wolf. He liked to bite hands, no matter how generous, wants they grated on him. He was trying to not be so snappy, though. He was doing well. But the more she danced around it he couldn't help but feel like biting her hand. Calming at her question finally though, he grinned “No. I can't say I have.” Leaning toward her and the ring, he sniffed at it, his nose curling “Where did you get that thing? It smells bad.”

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oh, don't be so sour. it's a party.

TO QUOTE ASTARION . . .

Yes. A party, that was supposed to be about HIM! Homelander glared toward the new focus of the party. His face was indeed, looking quite sour, his upper lip twitched as he envisioned sending lasers beaming into head of the stole the attention, his attention. Forcing a smile on his lips then, he debated it. But should he have had to? No. With that conviction now set into motion, two beams of red shot out from his head, slicing through the crowd and into the target of attention. The thief tenses as the beams cut through their skull, sending the two halves to opposite sides. The others caught in the path of the beams, doing the same where the beams had sliced. Blood started gushing onto the floor, those that remained alive and injured, reaching for their body parties in the moments of death. Others, squirming and dashing for the exists. Turning his head, John's eyes glow bright red again, a smirk on his lips as he stalked after more targets, blood spraying around the room, splattering him at random-

And then the hand patted his shoulder, blinking. John was pulled from his imagination. Turning his head, looking completely unamused toward the figure he just imagined taking out a whole room of people over. Blinking, he tried to pay attention to what they were saying, but couldn't care less. Plastering on his usual smile, he waved at the appropriate time as the attention was briefly brought to him. But it was too late, he was annoyed. When it again shifted, he narrowed his eyes. Still trying to hold back, even though, he didn't have to, did he? For a moment the red lit up in his eyes before he turned his attention once more toward the other “This party is kind of boring. Don't you think? Someone should do something about that.” I will. And instead of in his mind this time, he obliged himself, indulging in his mad fantasies, two beams striking the most annoying person in the room to him at the moment.

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Alexander blinked at the other, then glanced away, unsure how to take that. So all he did say was “What will happen, will, whatever it is, kill me?” He asked, almost looking like the notion might have been amusing to him. Almost. But there was little that could actually kill a reaper. After all, they had controlled the realm of death. He used to be quieter in life. So now that he was officially a reaper, after going through all the academy training, he now had a new voice. Alexander wonder at times if maybe he used it too much, still. Chewing on the bite of soul, he mulled over this conversation, and how to continue it, why he should, even.

He would not say he had much of an ego. But perhaps he did, in the end. Maybe all his personality traits amounted to the appearance of a great ego. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal, if he did. It wasn't like he was a particularly nice person to be around, right? Alexander hated going through the academy, sure, being a reaper was nice, it was fun at times. But he had to deal with all of the same nastiness as these livings, if she truly wanted to meet someone with a lot of ego, then he was not the one with an absurd amount of one, certainly. Many of his former classmates at Reaper Academy, had more. He was often jealous, though.

As Elowyn spoke on he sighed, turning his hand to one side, slightly, then closed his fingers into his palm “You think that is frightening to me?” Alexander questioned, again, almost seeming abused, but could not bring himself to be so, any more than a small impression. It was amusing “And, what is this living creature capable of, against death?” When she went on, he glanced away, sighing, then he shook his head “I don't particularly care. I didn't even ask. Life and death come for all of you. That is all.” When she stepped back, he dropped his arm down, taking a few steps to one side of her as she spoke on needing something from one like him, he narrowed his gaze “And, what is that?”

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Lifting his head up a bit, he turned it, looking at Aric, quirking an eyebrow at the other males comment. Septimus let out a breath then, looking away from Aric once more. Thinking to himself on what was said. He sometimes played along with everything, just to keep the peace. But never did he buy too much into the politics of it all. His family was not the main branch. Just one of the branches, and he was even more of a branch. Perhaps just a twig, even. The son of Colden Murray, who was the once long lost brother of the newest head of the family. His uncle Drakon, with the help of his aunt Idunn. All triplets, who were certainly not identical.

“Only when it benefits me.” He then answered bringing his cigarette back up to his lips, taking a drag off it, holding the smoke inside of him before slowly letting it out as he exhaled. Here lately there was no benefit in it. There was not advantage to take in playing the game. There was just pettiness and Septimus really had lost interest in the arguments going around. Turning then, he faced Aric, holding the cigarette out from over the porch, tapping the ash off. Grinning, he nodded his head “Oh, but Uncle Drakon is not a big fan of those that piss him off. He likes to atomize them, into little bits.” Which was a very terrifying ability to be in the presence of, especially when you turned into a dog spirit, in comparison.

Septimus sighed, with a bit of a huff and glanced up “We all have our roles, you see. Uncle Drakon really wants us to follow and keep our family in good standing. My role, it's to not be seen or heard. My twin brother, he's asked to have no less of him. Basically, my uncle hates my dad, and is mad at my mom.” He wasn't wanting to get into the taboo surrounding his birth, of course. As it was quite disgusting, and most people were not open minded or mature enough to be told these things. Not that he figured Aric wasn't, but it was better to not go into detail about it, regardless.

As Aric had spoke on, he lift his head up at the other then glanced away, grinning “Now that's not at all what's happening.” Pointing at the other he took a few steps forward “I'm just enjoying the view, on a relaxing day, right now.” Pausing, he held the grin on his lips, though his eyes narrowed “Okay. Some real food does sound better than enjoying this sweet tea in the summer of Louisiana vibe we got going. Let's get the fuck outta here.”

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🍩 - our muses live next door to each other and slowly bond over all the helpful neighborly duties they do for each other

PRE-ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS WISHLIST

Yeah, Journey and one of your muses could absolutely be neighbors and do neighborly things for each other. I guess it really doesn't matter what kind of relationship it evolves into, from that. Since all my muses develop based on chemistry more than with a set orientation from the start.~ XD

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