#scmethinginlatin

[vyrulent]

starter call || @scmethinginlatin​

“I’m no threat to anyone,” the vampiress told the other. “England is my home. I’d never betray her.”

It’s her creator that wished to conquer the world. He wished to bring about a vampiric uprising. He’d managed, on a small scale, to thwart the Whitby men and had moved to London herself. 

“You could,” fingers pointed towards silver bars that kept her in place, that kept her caught and so far from freedom, “release me. I’m not like him.”

[hxllblazer-a]

“It’s you, isn’t it?” || @scmethinginlatin​

Well… this was just about the jolliest of ways he could start his day.

”You’re gonna have t’ be a bit more specific, ‘andsome. It’s me what?” As far as he knew he wasn’t expecting any sort of appointment or anything… then again, it never stopped the more official and unofficial sides of the world before. There was a pause of consideration as John eyed the guy, consideration being had before he pondered…

“If this is ‘bout the thing that happened wit’ Merrond or whatever he’s bloody calling ‘imself then talk to him.”

[autorepliicant]

starter for @scmethinginlatin​ ♥ “Do you think showing up at the pub this late is a good idea?” asked the young blond wizard as he gazed up at his twin, who however had a rather playful mischievous expression on his face when he put an arm over his brother’s shoulder. “Oh Simon, your thoughts are only stuck at work. Are you afraid of meeting the wrong person in a dangerous bar?” Daniel asked him, while Simon only smiled moderately at the joke, but his expression showed uncertainty. “It's not that ... but, I mean, it's already so late, they're sure to close soon and don't want to serve new guests.” answered Simon while Daniel just grinned at him. “What are they going to do, throwing us to Azkaban? That's their job to serve people and they sure wouldn’t complain for more income. But don't worry, we're only staying for one drink.” soothed his brother, knowing that he shouldn't test Simon's good soul too much and that he easily got a guilty conscience for the smallest things, so he wouldn’t tease too badly.  They walked through the snowy path on the way to a rather nondescript pub, The Hopping Pot, which was outside of central London, before they could find it and enter the pub. Candles lit the room, a handful of people were still there, but they all looked as if they were going to leave soon because they already had one or the other drink too much. The twins spoke a meek ‘Good Evening’ to greet the round as they entered, while Simon hid his face in his jacket and kept his head down, as he was very uncomfortable arriving late shortly before the end of the day. Soo enough the twins would find a free spot near the windows, taking off their jackets and either placed them around the chair or neatly folded it on their lap. Simon kept his head a little dipped as Daniel exchanged the orders with the waiter, ordered a Dragon Scale for himself, while his twin quietly announced that he only wanted a Butterbeer and couldn’t look up to the waiter yet, though kindly, but very quitely spoke a small ‘Thank You’ towards him. 

“What’s the issue?  We’re inside and didn’t get yelled at, just got a funny look from the waiter.” spoke Daniel once their order has been taken care of and the two had to wait a little while. “H-He did?” murmured Simon as his head immediately shot upwards and finally managed to look after the person who just were standing at their table, concern was to be seen in his eyes. “I have to apologize once we’re finished, you better do to, and please don’t discuss this out with me just... do me this favor, okay?” spoke the wizard a little nervously, as his brother just rose his hands in an innocent gesture. “I will, I promise.” answered Daniel smiling.  

Though, the longer Simon allowed himself to observe the waiter in the distance, he couldn’t help himself but to notice that something seemed off compared to the other colleagues who remained with him - he seemed to avoid the others and overall appeared to be one of the quiet ones, as Simon wasn’t sure either if this was just the usual exhaustion on his face before his shift would end, or if this one was a rather troubled soul. 

[areyoualive]

❛ i’m on your side. ❜

random dialogue  /  accepting. @scmethinginlatin

      Connor’s frown is slight, but noticeable. Eyes narrowing, he leans forward in his chair. He was lying. Attempts to quell him only proved it past the usual tells. “I’m not after reassurance. I want the truth.”

[autorepliicant]

“everything i love always has the tendency to be taken away from me.”

It has been one of the rather rare spots of the pair, as the two remained outside for the balcony of Simon's apartment for quite some time already. Usually, they found each other on the couch, as the android would carry out the almost daily routine of easing the mind of the brunette male, each day he'd visit Simon or decided to stay for a longer time, which fueled the PL600's mind with utmost joy - until he'd come to realization that the two grew closer to each other than merely a nurse and a patient, as the men met each other under such odd circumstances. Lucas returned, sometimes with a new wound that would make just another excellent addition to his collection of older and fresher scars on his body, sometimes worse than that, only for Simon to stitch the older one back to health until he'd leave as spontaneously as he'd come back again. Something mutual began to grow, the mutual feeling soon outranked by something more closer than that; a warm embered heart of affection thet would cause every flame vanish to nonentity.

He first wanted to decline the gesture, as Simon offered his guest one of his jackets for the cooler temperatures outside, but there would be no long arguing if someone was just as stubborn as the other one, in a positive sense, daresay. How often Lucas proclaimed his himself being Fine, that everything about him shouldn't be concerned - Simon grew accustomed to it, but never believed these words, quite for the obvious reason. He never was looking for arguments against the words of the other man, as Simon already realized what the Brit's mindset might be, even if not fully knowing the reasons behind it, but at the same time not really demanding any explanation. He wanted to let Lucas know that he cared, not by words only, but in acts of kindness, caring for him, cooking for him if he was in need of a meal or simply sitting together by the couch or the kitchen table with each one's beverage in their hands to simply hold a conversation, it didn't matter what kind of. Simon's comfort shouldn't hold any lacking qualities, as the android wished for nothing more than Lucas feeling truly home with the android, finding a place with him to truly relax for once.

The very narrow distance to each other was only sparsely revealed while the two men gazed out towards the view of the city Skyline of Detroit. And even though Simon lived closely by the heart of the town, which was always filled with noise and activities to any hour, right now it felt - quiet and peaceful, as if he and Lucas where the only ones that mattered to this nightly time of tranquility and proximity. The carer's arm timidly hooked with the one of the taller male besides him, crossing it by the ankle of his elbow, while the hoodie Simon was wearing today kind of helped not to make this gesture too unnecessary intimate, as he preferred such touch compared with a feeling of -- familiarity. A touch Lucas perhaps couldn't quite relate to, but nevertheless making him feel like he had once receive such softness from one of his predecessors he once carried closely to his heart. Whenever there would be a blow of a refreshing, cooling wind of the young spring's wings, the CyberLife unit would scoot a little closer towards Lucas, to warm him, to shield him but most importantly, comfort him.

When the android took notice of the conversant, deep spoken baritone voice of the Brit, the blonde nurse turned his head in fullest attentiveness, though didn't speak yet to cause any interruption, while Lucas would confess something which the PL600 in all honestly never would expect to hear. Simon was prepared that, whatever caused the man's soul to turn out so passive and almost cold, that it surely couldn't be something positive, it is not a personality someone was born with, but made of. He already heard bits of it, tiniest splinters of Lucas' family backstory for example, while there would be more, Simon was aware that the male would speak if he liked to, but in the end the machine couldn't deny, that Lucas ultimately trusted him, no matter of how much or little he talked about his past. "I... Guess this is something we have in common." the soft spoken carer murmured as a reply, as his gaze never left the man standing next to him and eveil smiled up towards him, perhaps to lighten the mood a little bit with that, but perhaps also to sympathize with the innocent gesture, to let Lucas know that Simon was aware of what he was talking about. And yet the blonde smiled, not only with his lips, but also with his eyes but if Lucas would take a closer look to these always kind and warm hues, he'd notice something - melancholic, yearning.

But then Simon's head moved, closing the remaining distance between himself and the brunette, as the side of his face rested against the slim, but strong shoulder of him, lids lowered themselves in a relaxed and content expression. The PL600 unit didn't speak directly, not explaining the reason of his choice of words or what they could mean, leaving Lucas with this unanswered statement, as if it wouldn’t be at any importance. This wasn’t a moment to dwell in sadness, and the carer wanted to make sure that it would remain the way the two were standing by each other’s side, peaceful and calm. “You can be sure... that nobody would take you away from me, not that I will run away, as I’d rather life to run away with you instead.” the blonde mused in gentle spoken whisper, as his arm took a hold of the other man’s waist, while hi head still snuggled itself against Lucas. “Perhaps it was some odd moment of fate or coincidence that allowed us to stand by each others side, for a longer time than expected. And I wouldn’t mind it at all if you would be part of my life for a longer time. Only.... if you wish the same.” 

[summerxmelodies]

“Happy Anniversary, baby!”

@scmethinginlatin​

[autorepliicant]

[ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] My muse brushes a strand of hair behind your muse’s ear ( for Simon <333 )

A long time passed from the day Simon and Lucas first met, or rather, when the android found him after a rather unpleasant event of a fight and devoted himself to take care of the back then stranger, since as a trained nurse he could look after person himself, if they weren’t too badly injured and didn't need hospitalization. To this day the blonde didn't really know why he brought Lucas to the place he lived, why he lied to his colleague that he already knew the Brit. Maybe a moment of panic or the lack of rational thinking, but in retrospect, Simon was smarter for one more piece of information, because Lucas didn't like hospitals at all, didn't even want to be around them. However, from the day of his recovery, when the PL600 unit could carelessly send him back to society, his foundling returned, over and over again, either with new injuries that Simon took care of, as the brunette wouldn’t have no other place or person that would take him under their wing, or a simple visit. It became a routine, and later on, a form of bonding between new found friends.  Simon was aware from day one that Lucas was having serious problems with sleep, let alone finding a spot to rest, when the android at some point found the other man on the floor, as if he did not want to accept the offered couch in the first place. But Simon offered his support and help, stayed by Lucas’ side and would stay with him until the brunette could sleep carefree. And over time the nightmares became fewer, but only to a lesser extent - as it was to this very night. The light in the living room was dimmed, soft, quiet tones of music were playing in the background, while Simon and Lucas were in the living room bathing in this calm atmosphere. The CyberLife unit was sitting on the couch, the pillow that Lucas usually lay on, has been placed on his lap so that the other man could easily rest on Simon's legs and be aware of his presence. He had another nightmare, it was already very late, but the nurse had stayed with the Brit for some time already, held him close with one arm or placed his hand on his chest, spoke very gently to him or just gazed down into his eyes with purest kindness and smiled to signal that he wouldn't go away. However, Simon did not really count on the gesture which the brunette would demonstrate. His hand, which rose calmly, fingers that gently stretched out and spread through the android's light, golden hair before they came to a stop behind his  ear and lingered there. Looking into his eyes, Simon saw deep pools of blue that displayed his soul. His fingers touched his cheek. Time stopped. His breath caught in his throat. Lucas' fingers alight on the blonde's cheek like a dew freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness, despite their actual roughness of their skin. Simon leaned into the touch, his cheek gently traced along the male’s palm, his own hand moved, their fingers locked together similar to puzzle pieces, as for only a few inches, the PL600′s skin removed itself from his fingertips to expose their whiteness with tiniest, detailed patterns engraved, as if he desired to feel this touch with every sensation of his body. A hot blazing fire pulsed through the android as he sighed in content. A small grin crept onto his face and a warm flood ran through his chest and his face. Their eyes locked once again, having a private conversation of their own.

"I always knew you could show your softer side.” commented the caretaker as a mild whisper of his voice, silky and silvery. “But I never expected it would show in this way.” added the android with a hint of a harmless tease, a loving smile blessed the gentle expression of his face, as Simon’s free hand move itself to the other man’s jawline, his thumb caressing the thing, sensitive spots of the Cumbrian, though in utmost carefullness. “How lovely and enticing you are.” whispered Simon softly, as his own sky blue eyes expose their sincere devotion towards Lucas. 

@scmethinginlatin ♥♥

[birdonawiresara]

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@scmethinginlatin

Sara followed his gaze down to his bloodied side, taking off her leather jacket and putting pressure on it with a murmured, “I’m sorry.” But it had to be done. She wasn’t going to just stand there and watch him bleed out. “...And no, you’re not fine. You’re bleeding badly, and... I will talk to you, okay? I will sit here and tell you stupid stories about my childhood, or my infamous cast iron stomach, but first you have to tell me what to do. Do you want me to call for an ambulance? Get you to a hospital?” She would’ve been driving him herself right now had she not been walking around on foot. And even then, she rode a motorcycle. Not exactly an ideal mode of transportation for someone who was injured and suffering from blood loss.

As she waited for him to answer her, she did as promised, “Growing up, there was this tree... My sister and I used to race to the top over and over again, and even though she was older and taller and faster, I won every time. I was so proud of myself, did my fair share of bragging...” A beat passed before she added with a soft laugh, “Now, I’m pretty sure that she just let me win, because I’m a horrible loser. ...Keep that in mind, all right? I’m a horrible loser, and I’m not big on failing, either...” In large part due to the League; the punishment for failure was worse than death itself - or at least, she imagined it was. “...So you’re not going anywhere. I won’t allow it.”