#lostsonofatlantis

[psychorex]

Oh no, you two are cute.

[madgoddessfysia]

"You found me! Does that mean I'm it? Oh, we weren't playing tag... were we? Don't know, don't know. Do I know you? Maybe I do, maybe I don't. At any rate; hello!"

[psychorex]

I feel like this should be a thing. Like, Ash would probably step in at that point and break it up. One would think anyways. Or he might join in. Watch it confuse the ever loving shit out of the daimons, this prank war.

It's the middle of winter, and they finally convinced Zarek to come out of his warm apartment. Probably with some form of bribery. 

Alex throws a snowball at the back of his head, and everyone's frozen in place because they think he's going to unleash all levels of hell on her. Especially with the look he gets in his eyes that says he wants to murder someone for the feeling of cold melted snow going down the back of his neck. 

But then he pokes his tongue in his cheek, scoops up a handful of snow, and tosses one back at her.

And thus began the snowball war between the squires and hunters.

[psychorex]

“Sometimes things have to go wrong in order to go right.”

Send me one to see how my muse reacts! 'Dark Hunter' edition

"Doesn't mean I have to like it, Ash."

[psychorex]

Ash wasn't expecting to find Zarek like this. Not at all. Was this Zarek? It certainly felt like it was. "Zarek?" He called gently, not wanting to startle the child with his sudden appearance. "What happened to you?"

My muse has been transformed into a child through the use of magic or a wayward experiment! Come into my ask box with your muse's reaction to finding mine suddenly de-aged

The boy looked up at him with eyes that seemed both innocent but had also gone through too much. He was on his ass on the floor, hands sprawled before him, almost surprised he could actually see them. Even more surprised he could move. 

"Upset god." He muttered, hands curling into little fists on the floor, the boy – not even a preteen yet – moved up onto shaky legs before flailing as he fell back onto his butt. 

He was totally unused to this size, this body, and moreover when he was this age he didn't have a full range of motion like he did now. It was more than a little annoying, it was infuriating. Zarek hated feeling weak like he did at the moment. 

Moving forward – he wasn't crawling, Zarek did not crawl – he grabbed onto Acheron's pant leg, pulling himself up to his feet.

[vampxslayer-blog]

"And what beings you to Pandora's Box today?"

[psychorex]

Guuuuuys remind me to make a list of all the DH rp blogs at some point this week. Or at least a page linking to all of them.

And we should make a DH rp tag that we all like track/converse in...