#miscrxant

[maeveheart]

Maeve slowly rose into consciousness, becoming aware of more and more as she did. First, there a loud, high-pitched ringing in her ear, as if she'd been right next to an explosion. Next, she couldn't really feel her body. She could feel the cold, but it was like being in a dark tank with water the same temperature as your skin; she couldn't definitively say where her body ended and her surroundings began.

She tried opening her eyes experimentally, and was met with darkness.

"H-hello? Is anyone th-there?" She stuttered slightly, her voice not quite cooperating.

[spinsterreid]

miscrxant:

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Tobias heard a quiver in the other’s voice.  A shake, a desperation… a need.

He knew that need.  He knew it far too well.

And he was going to help Spencer, he promised himself and the eidetic.

"I can, Spencer.  I will, alright?" he said comfortingly.

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   "Tobias, has Charles been...bothering you?" 

   They had met twice after Spencer discovered Tobias had survived, and every time a sense of terror washed over Spencer. He never feared Tobias, though, merely the others harboring within the troubled oung man, and when they met up it had been Tobias. Only Tobias.

   The genius had to be sure.

   "I want to meet you, I-" need to he almost added. "Thank you." he grimaced, frowning at himself although he couldn't see it. Everything in his mind told him to hangup and delete the number, but Spencer's body harbored a physical need. The drugs were better than the withdrawl. Than the memories.

[mattbaleman]

This time it was TOBIAS that got mad. Trudging over to Matt, he slapped him square in the face. "SHE DOES NOT. WANT SEX. WITH YOU. YOU'RE NOT A LADY, OR AT LEAST YA DON'T HAVE LADY PARTS. DON'T YOU FUCKING TRY THAT SHIT, THAT 'Oh, if you'd have sex with me there's a lot of pros'. UNLESS YOU GET A FUCKING SEX CHANGE, SHE PROBABLY WOULDN'T SEE ANY PROS." — miscrxant (sorry for him, but we both got super mad)

Matt didn't really take in many of the words that were shouted at him - the rage that he felt at being hit by the other man blurred them in his mind. Responding in the best way he knew how, Matt send a closed fist flying towards Tobias' jaw.

"Since when was any of this any of your fucking business?" He roared back, the sting of his cheek only fueling his anger further.

[thisisfatherspeaking]

Charles walked into the church and went straight to the altar, kneeling before it. He closed his eyes in prayer, and kept as silent as the building, letting it swallow him along with his thoughts. His breath caught in his throat when he heard footsteps. — miscrxant

The deity had been meaning to visit Charles again for a while, but simply hadn’t gotten ‘round to it yet. So, when he heard his thoughts, amplified by the church - as all things thought and said in churches were - and despite not being all that fond of churches, he appeared there, walking towards him. Upon reaching the kneeling figure he simply sat down on the floor beside him.

[spinsterreid]

"Spencer...," A voice whispered, familiar, yet the tremble in the Georgian tone wasn't there. It was tempting, it was strange... it was happy. "Spencer, can I see you again?" — miscrxant

Spencer shuddered, breathing slowly into the line, hesitating to speak. "Who is this?" But he knew who it was. He would never forget his voice, the slight southern drawl, the shivers that it sent down his spine. He had heard it every night since the day it happened. He moved the phone away from his ear, drew in a deep, panicked breath, and tried to start over. "Why? Why would you want to see me again..." the doctor kept asking questions he already knew the answer to. "Tobias." He breathed, letting himself admit who it was. "Tobias, can you-can you help me?" But he didn't mean help, he meant dilaudid, which to this particular 24 year old, was the same exact thing.

[mattbaleman]

(*＾▽＾)／ - Raphael (for either/both Matt and Selaphiel~)

Send (*＾▽＾)／ for the mun to give your muse advice/gossip about their relationship with my muse

Matt - I want to say 'Stop hurting my baby!' but I realize that he does, in fact, deserve everything and more than what Raphael's doing so.. carry on! And bear in mind - when he's out of his comfort zone, he can be more of a wimp than he appears.

Selaphiel - Make a move already! Cos unprompted, Selaphiel probably isn't going to any time soon.

[mattbaleman]

Hate Me, Love Me, Miss Me — Raphael (for Matt first and then Selaphiel)

Put “Hate me, Love me, Miss me.” In my askbox and my muse will tell you something about you they hate, something they love, and something they would miss if you left.

Matt:Hate - The fact that he exists? His faith.Love - Nothing. I wouldn’t even go as far as to say that there’s anything much that he likes about Raphael. Matt is somewhat amused by his belief that he’s an angel though.Miss - The potential outlet for his rage.

Selaphiel:Hate - Selaphiel could never go as far as to say that he hates anything about him. He sometimes finds himself disliking Raphael’s anger though.Love - His passion.Miss - His companionship.

[thisisfatherspeaking]

Send “I dare you to kiss…” with a url/name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips.

miscrxant - Raphael

Without a word beforehand the deity walked up, cupped Raphael's face in his hands, and pressed a soft, almost lingering kiss to his lips. When he pulled away from the kiss, he let one hand remain; touching his cheek softly.

"You don't have to do my will, Raphael." He said quietly. "You have your own. Follow it."