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✮ Out of all the people and creatures he knew, he never expected Ziencora to be the one with her jaws clamped around his forearm at that moment in time. Wondering how they got here? Let's rewind a little shall we...?

   Lucifer had been minding his own business, pouring himself a drink behind his penthouse bar. He hadn't long left Jonathan, Ziencora partner. Which was still an odd concept for him to get used to since in all the millennia he had known Cora, she had always been alone. But that was another story.

   After having left Jonathan, on a sour note as well, Lucifer sighed and lifted his drink to his lips but that first sip was stopped quickly when the drink was smacked out of his hand by someone arriving near him whippet fast. "What the-?"

[primechicagowizard]

@jienkora

The Mantle of the Winter Knight made much of Harry’s days a slight more complicated than they already were all by themselves. It meant a perpetual need for something.... terrible that he staved away through the act of distraction in a wide variety of ways that were probably not altogether healthy on their own. But Harry didn’t often listen to THAT part of his brain. Mostly because it wouldn’t help it.

He waited for his brother’s arrival at their usual spot, wearing a fantastic ensemble of sweatpants and ratty ol t-shirt and sneakers, not the perfect outfit for a jog, but the one he’d most often adopted. Sometimes he flew along the shores of the lake by himself, but Thomas was a usual sight by his side as well. There really were no ‘usuals’ in his life those days.

He spent the time performing stretches, hearing the car pull up shortly into the ‘reformed’ burpee maneuver. Because who the hell liked burpees? Even a man who probably needed to push his body to its limits and beyond, if only to keep that voice from the back of his mind from pushing dangerous forward.

Thomas climbed out of his vehicle looking every bit like he was about to attend a dinner part of sorts, adjusting the white collar of his shirt and walking to meet Harry on the sand.

“Uh.” Harry stood upright, adjusting his own, rattier looking collar. “Bailing today?”

“Nah, I can still go.” Thomas grinned. “And still beat you.” 

Harry shook his head, though one corner of his mouth upturned into a grin. 

He’d missed out on so much of the brotherly connections in the past - as had Thomas. There was a lot of time to make up for. It was only a shame that so many distractions reared their head and disrupted them.

By the time they got back to the shoreline, they were both breathless and sweaty, Harry leaning his hands down on his knees to try to catch his breath, and Thomas leaning against his car. The body was without a speck of dirt on it, almost like it’d been washed down before he pulled it out of his families lot. That probably wasn’t far from the truth. There was little about Thomas that wasn’t prim and proper, that wasn’t stunning to behold from the outside world. Even then, worn and ragged from their jaunt, he looked appealing in his own way.

Harry, on the other hand, looked just as ratchet as one might imagine. 

“Breakfast?” Thomas offered.

“You look like you had somewhere to be.”

“Nothing that can’t wait.” He tilted his head toward his car. “Let’s go ruin what we just did.”

So they did, hanging outside the fast food restaurant they just destroyed, stuffing their faces and ignoring the world at large for a hot minute or two. Sometimes it was nice to simply exist. Especially because the both of them knew how little time that lasted.

[lifeisbutdeathpending]

Twelve Dreams for The Red Queen [Reid + Sun]

[Closed Thread for @jienkora ]

   London, 1918. 

  Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse since his return to London after the Great War, Jonathan Reid had been roaming the desolate streets of what used to be a bustling city. Well, from what he could remember before this epidemic struck. So many things had changed since he had served his time in the army as a medic. The biggest change for him however had to be the fact that he was no longer a human being. Much to his own dismay. 

  No, In fact, Jonathan had been sired and was now a creature of the night. A Vampire. Chosen by his maker so he could put the Red Queen back into her slumber since she had awoken once again to reap havoc across London in the form of a kind of epidemic of her own, a Skal epidemic. 

  A black mist kept Jonathan under cover as he stalked his way past a group of Priwen Guards in the middle of Whitechapel. He had chosen to cut through Whitechapel on his way to speak with Lord Redgrave in the West End and to keep his journey a simple as possible, Jonathan had decided to use his shadow vail to keep himself hidden, to human eye anyway.    Once he was walking down the street his mansion and the Ascalon Club where on, Jonathan allowed his shadow vail to dissipate, allowing him to be seen again, his eyes scanning his surroundings as he continued walking, minding his own business, even if he politely nodded his head towards a few citizens as they wandered past him. 

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Rayne gave a mix of a yelp and an inhuman snarl as she turned to leave and saw the other standing behind her. She hadn’t known anyone was in the proximity, and upon seeing them startled her. Her teeth bore for a moment before she forced her mouth closed, trying her hardest to be polite.

It was rare that someone snuck up on the hybrid, but this was a rare being, she just didn't know it yet.

"E-excuse me." She apologized, bowing her head slightly. "I-I didn't think anyone else was here."

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Kyoto Hot Spring

@jienkora liked for a starter.

Lucifer had booked some relaxation at the private hot spring at the  Kyoto Arashiyama Onsen Kadensho. He’d been visiting Kyoto,  Japan to speak with a lingerie manufacturer about certain outfits for his dancers. While he liked costumes for different themed parties at LUX, they always created them for him and he liked to see the designs in person.

The devil usually drew attention from those attracted to his natural gifts but in Japan he was a virtual giant at six feet three inches in height. He stepped out of the changing room in a towel, headed for the warm spring.

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FUCK

Random Asks || Accepting

“Are you alright there, love?”An eyebrow quirks up as he looked over the dragon.

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                 >> 🔥 <<           ❝         look,  i jus’ want   THAT,       ❞          he mumbles,  pointing at the   ITEM   in question.           ❝         then   i’ll be goin’.       ❞          

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[thanapart]

@jienkora gets a plotted starter !!

The Order Headquarters were starting to seem like a hotel. Things seemed to grow more and more intense by the day, and people were constantly coming in and out, sleeping over instead of heading back home, then going out into the field once again. Sirius found himself actually using the flat he’d brought after moving out of the Potters’ so little that he considered offering it up to whoever needed it, but ended up sharing it with Remus instead.

There were advantages, at least, to spending so much time in the headquarters. It meant that he got to know the other Order members fairly well, and it meant that he generally had a good idea of what was going on - he went to the meetings, yes, but he also talked to people, overheard snippets of conversations, and it all added up to a more complete picture.

Disadvantages, however, included the fact that Headquarters were never meant to function like this, and while it did have some accommodations, it didn’t have that many rooms. They’d need to expand, but people had been a little more concerned with other things, so it fell to the current occupants to work it out.

And that was how Sirius ended up napping in the living room after a long mission instead of crashing on what used to be his room.

Hearing someone come in jolted him awake, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, yawning deeply.