#noahkramer

[demetyilmcz]

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for rafael

“Hey... do you remember that time Burak snuck me the Rakı?” Is perhaps not the most normal way to start a voicemail message, but it’s what Demet is going with nonetheless. Rafael didn’t pick up this time, but she also wasn’t expecting him to, knowing he’s busy with MILF right now. It is the lunch rush, after all, and he’ll check his phone as soon as it clears out. “You distracted mom while he poured it into my cup, and then I had to bold-face lie to her and say I was drinking milk at eleven o’clock at night? With ice?” She laughs lightly into the phone receiver, grinning to herself. “Thank goodness Esma wasn’t home, or she would’ve snitched on us so fast.” Esma always did consider herself the most responsible of the group of siblings, even over Burak. It’s no surprise she was the only one to become a parent. 

“I still don’t know how we got away with that, in all honesty. It had to be suspicious.” Maybe it was her big blue eyes that saved her, that doe-eyed innocent look she can put on and pretend like she has no clue what someone is talking about. It’s served her well over the years, her most useful tool even though she isn’t the best of liars. Demet chews on her bottom lip in thought. “Do you think she always knew, and just decided to let us think we were so sneaky? Like... letting us have it as a bonding moment?” The older she gets, the more she thinks back on their childhood. Their mother, more specifically, and everything she put up with from them over the years. “I know, this probably seems like a weird thing to call and talk about, I just... it’s been on my mind, I guess.” She looks down at the bag she carries in hand, the name of a liquor store imprinted on it’s side. “Anyways, long and reminiscent story short, we’re sharing a bottle of Rakı tonight at dinner. And you’re going to pretend to turn a blind eye when Filiz sneaks some into her glass, and offers Yusuf a sip.” 

[atlasxrose]

⭐ for elias

⭐   your muse inviting mine to see the stars

“Did you know that the stars we see are burnt out already? It takes that long for their light to reach us here.” Atlas offered smugly, “I read that on a refrigerator magnet once.” The fury said easily, the two had stretched out a blanket on top of his shop and were stargazing together. Elias in his panther form served as an excellent pillow, and while Atlas stretched out, he let his head rest on the panther’s frame. Elias only laughed at the comment, it was a refreshing sound, the shifter looked so sad all the time, it was nice to hear him laugh. At least, Atlas was pretty sure he was laughing, he had never heard a panther laugh before but he was pretty sure that’s what it sounded like. The fury’s hand stroked the dark fur beneath his maw, Atlas had a soft spot for black cats especially, and Elias was basically a giant kitty - even if he did not like to be called that.

Atlas had thought it was only a matter of time until Kaan took Elias’s magic from him again, there was a part of the fury that would commend the man if he did not have to fight the urge to bury him in his own graveyard almost every second of every day. There was no part of him that could forgive the cubi for what he had done, but Atlas, at least, could be happy for Elias in the meantime.

“I miss you.” Atlas whispered, his tone more serious now, he thought Elias was making a mistake, marrying Kaan, he thought that eventually, the human would come to regret marrying someone who he could never be intimate with. A relationship was more than sex, sure, more than kissing, Elias could say he was content with it. With a life of celibacy, but the trade off was the knowledge that this husband was feeding on the souls of others, souls of grieving widows, as Atlas understood it. Everything about the situation just felt wrong to him, and Elias deserved so much better. Elias pushed his forehead against Atlas’s cheek and the fury laughed lightly, it was easy to forget his worries when Elias was  clearly so happy, but still, they were there, scratching at the surface.

[oneiroixnemesis]

⎔ 😘

⎔ Our muses say goodbye to each other for the last time.

They were supposed to have more time. 

Just over two-thousand years, that was the deal, that was what was supposed to be theirs. But then Noah lost a life to a vampire, he lost another when hunters had come for the oneiroi, they wanted vengeance for a series of violent deaths. Nemesis had not imagined that Noah would be the one to pay the price. The spirit thought that they were safe, protected, but even their magic could only do so much. 

“No.” Nemesis breathed, they watched as someone twisted a blade in Noah’s side, smiled cruelly, then disappeared. Not everyone was fond of the phoenix’s it seemed, and the battle for the veil had only intensified in the number of casualties that it took. 

The spirit flew to the man’s side and cradled his body in their arms as they pressed their hand into the injury. Noah was smiling, likely too in shock to feel the pain. This was not how things were supposed to be, this was not the life that they had promised each other. Nemesis felt as if the entire world was opening up beneath them, like the Earth would swallow them and hold them like a grave. 

All the air was sucked from the world as Noah whispered how much he loved them, how much the past year had meant to him. How he would be waiting for them on the other side. Nemesis did not have the heart to tell Noah that there would be no reunion, that the spirit’s soul would return to Nyx’s realm, that this was a goodbye. A final goodbye. 

This was the agony in which Anemos had described, the pain that felt as if it could never ebb. They whispered that they loved him too, that Elysium was lucky to have him, then they watched Noah breathe their last breath, and he was gone. But Nemesis remained.

[mavenlockwood]

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this is for kiera because i said so

“So, tell me, are bloodsucking undead parasites your thing, or am I just the exception? You got a fetish for fangs?” She’s teasing, mostly, but it’s fun to get a blush going on the young witch’s cheeks. Maven’s not exactly sure what this ground is that they’re on right now, but despite her attempts to push her away, Kiera hasn’t run off screaming yet. And maybe she kissed her for it. Maybe it was more than once. But they haven’t actually talked about it, and she’s not sure she’s ready to have that type of conversation, so instead Maven fills the air between them with a different chatter. “You wanna hear something really stupid? I used to think vampires were hot. I had a Twilight phase, it’s true. Go ahead, judge away.” She was, what... thirteen years old when the first one came out? Fourteen? Right in the peak of her embarrassing early teendom. A vulnerable youth to the sexy vampire craze that hit the media. 

“I had to hide the books from my mom. She hated all that stuff, said it was a ‘bad influence’. Guess it was because she knew it was real, and people like that were actually out there. Didn’t want me fantasizing about runnin’ away with one and my neck becoming a To-Go menu item for some bloodsucker.” Yet for someone who didn’t like vampires or werewolves so much, she would hardly tell Maven anything about them, not even in warning. If it didn’t have to do with witches and their particular brand of magic, her mom simply didn’t want to discuss it. “Jokes on her. If only she could see me now,” the words are in jest, but her tone falls flat even as she’s speaking. Maven is of no illusions of the fact that her mother would hate to see her like this. It’s probably for the best, otherwise she might’ve dropped dead from shock and horror. No, this new monstrosity is hers alone, although if she flew all the way back to New York to visit the cemetery, she might’ve found her mother’s entire tombstone rolled over. “For the record? Team Edward, one hundred percent. Jacob can kick rocks.” She tries to steer the conversation back towards something funny, before Kiera can pick up the change in her mood. Just another conversation she doesn’t want to have right now.

[ikarosxtheoinos]

embrace (for leonidas)

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

Ikaros grinned from ear to ear as he saw his cousin walk casually down the street, where the man’s partner was, the trickster could not say but all at once he lunged towards him. His arms wrapped tightly around Leonidas as he tackled his less attractive cousin to the ground and attempted to pin him down. Teasing as he did so. Quite quickly, Leonidas overtook him and pinned the slighter man down before Ikaros barked some comment about how Leonidas got all the brawn because he was uglier than his first goat-wife’s arse and just as thick. They laughed, and Leonidas let him up only because he said it would be unfair to Eleni to send him too quickly to the underworld. Ikaros clapped back with yet another remark and Leonidas seemed to all at once decide that it was perhaps in Ela’s best interest that she never truly get to know Ikaros. 

Leonidas chased him through the streets of Corinth, the trickster eventually caught up with the other, while Ikaros laughed that it was all fun and games, Leonidas tied him to the top of a flagpole and left him there to be discovered come sunrise. Naked, annoyed, and chaffed, Ikaros made the walk of shame home from city hall shortly after the janitor cut him down. 

[markusxcamlann]

👻💩

…someone my muse considers a best friend.

@gabrielxnikephoros “If it weren’t for the generosity of my friend, I wouldn’t be able to walk in the light of the day. We might have our disagreements here and there, but I know at the end of the day he feels the exact same.”

…someone my muse dislikes, but admires.

@fiery-witch “She has easily twice the talent that her father had, and somehow she is even more insufferable.”

[oneiroixnemesis]

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△ My muse shows up outside your muse’s door after being presumed dead.

Apparently they pissed off the wrong person, or there was someone who wanted to separate them from Noah. It was not the first time such a thing had happened, knocked unconscious, bound in irons and locked in a sarcophagus of the same material, they were cast into the middle of the Aegean where they sank to the bottom. Drowning over and over again. The salt water in their lungs kept them from walking through dreams, and their chains kept them from breaking free. Nemesis could not say how long had passed, but they knew that eventually time would see them released from their Aegean prison. 

As Fate would have it, a fisherman’s net got caught on their tomb, when one diver went down to untangle it, they spied the sarcophagus, some time later a research team was dispatched to retrieve it. Nemesis assumed themselves free, but they were imprisoned once more, this time in a lab where they were put through test after test in a sterile white environment. Gradually their powers returned, as did their drive, while the researchers were fascinated by their ability to heal, to levitate, and to render anyone unconscious with a single touch. They did not know the extent of what the oneiroi could do. 

When the researchers who experimented on them had all but killed each other off, Nemesis freed themselves and left the facility behind, intent to return to Greece. They had long lost track of the phoenix’s mind, but they had a hope that Noah would have remained in Corinth, or at least thought to return, they were right. Their old apartment was still inhabited, and immediately the spirit could feel Noah’s magic burning within. The world had changed in the decades since Nemesis had disappeared, but not so much that they could not make their way to stand outside their old apartment door. 

They knocked, and Noah opened the door, eyes immediately wide. Nemesis smiled. 

“I’m home.”

[oneiroixnemesis]

☹

☹ My muse is jealous over someone else showing interest in yours.

They were flirting. 

Nemesis knew that Noah was nice, probably too nice for his own good, but they had gone out together. The two of them were here together. Yet, that did not seem to deter the guy from blatantly flirting with Noah while the oneiroi was out getting drinks. For some reason Corinth Bay didn’t have a gay bar, so they had settled for Styx, Noah had wanted a dance floor and he had wanted to give it to him. 

The oneiroi watched from a distance, this random guy was leaned too close, whispering something in Noah’s ear that the phoenix didn’t look like interested him. Ten seconds passed and Nemesis’s feet were firmly planted on the ground until he could not stand it for another moment. With a drink in either hand he marched his way through the crowd met Noah’s eyes, he was smiling, innocent, kind. The oneiroi would not blame him, he was attractive, clearly the man had eyes. 

Nemesis reached forward and pressed the back of their knuckles to the guy’s bicep and watched with some satisfaction as he immediately crumpled to the ground. The spirit dumped their drink on him and then offered the other towards Noah and kissed the phoenix mischievously on the lips. They met their lover’s eyes easily with their own.

“Do you want to dance?”