Oct 19, 2025
' 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. ' he says , though he knows that would more likely come from wider circumstance than ashur's insistence. ' but temples are quiet. familiar. far removed , from what's out there .... ' @serpentinemask
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' 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. ' he says , though he knows that would more likely come from wider circumstance than ashur's insistence. ' but temples are quiet. familiar. far removed , from what's out there .... ' @serpentinemask
@serpentinemask sent ❛ despite everything, i believe that people are really good at heart. ❜ ( to jason )
No, everyone is not good. Some days, Jason can see the good in people and the others? Not so much. Especially on days where vampires aren't exactly making his job easy. Ever since the vampires came out of the closet, some days are easier than others, but there's usually some bullshit going on.
"Even the vampires who rather slaughter innocent people than act like decent fuckin' people? No offense, but not all people, or creatures or whatever, are good. That ain't how this shit works."
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"Well, you get the added benefit of not fuckin' dying, does that count?" Ghost snored softly by the fire, while Bandit was loose and a short distance away quietly grazing, moonlight shining off his dark coat. Rook raised an eyebrow at the man before poking at the coals, a few small sparks bursting in the air.
"And before you ask- yeah. The nightmares are normal. Hate to break it to ya." He gave a shrug. "They'll probably get better once shit starts gettin' cleaned up. If nothin' else, you'll at least get used to them."
@serpentinemask sent ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ (to dean)
Ashur is immediately met with utter annoyance and an eye roll from the hunter. The man talks as if he needs a damn babysitter and it drives the hunter crazy. He's never been alright with anyone looking after him - that's his job. "I don't need a damn keeper."
Okay, maybe he's a little injured but he's had far worse and solo hunts aren't exactly something new to him. He hunts without Sam plenty and he needed to work off some steam anyway. So what if he got a little hurt with a scratch here and there and a busted lip? Hazard of the job.
"I'm fine."
❝ i am eternally yours. until the stars go out. and maybe, even after that. ❞ (to tarquin)
Devoted, Yearning, & Obsessive Starters
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Tarquin was often quick to call others saps and hopeless romantics, to tease them about how besotted they were, and to accept he'd probably never see anyone act or talk like that about him. He'd been fine with it, really. No one had caught his eye to such a level anyway, so dealing with that much intensity from someone else would've just felt strange and stifling.
Like in so many things, Ashur was his exception.
Ashur just being himself had pulled Tarquin deeper and deeper into a slew of dreams and cravings and hopes. Ashur matching every one of those desires felt like the only time the Maker had ever shown Tarquin mercy. Ashur treating him with such adoration, even in small and casual ways, made Tarquin want to balk, to cling, to argue and say nothing and cry. And Ashur being so honest could still take Tarquin's breath away.
His hands lowered as he finished untying his hair, letting it sweep forward around his face while he shifted his weight back against the other man. Staring at the stars in question out the small window of his flat, Tarquin rested one palm on the arm looped round his bare waist while his other hand rested on Ashur's cheek. His own face was burning with ruddy pink from ear to ear. I don't know why you'd tie yourself to me... but please don't let go.
"Just like I'm yours," Tarquin managed, softspoken and more vulnerable than he'd ever let anyone else hear. "To marrow, and last breath, and whatever's beyond that." A few breaths, then he let slip a quiet, fond, flustered chuckle. "...Can't call you a sap anymore; you turned me into one too."
@serpentinemask gets a starter
The hospital is bustling with patients and emergencies. The constant beeping, the crying and screams, it's enough to drive anyone insane, coupled with a lack of sleep, and Robby can't get to caffeine in the break room fast enough.
He's already on his third cup of coffee, and he has no intentions of slowing down. It's the only thing getting him through the day, at this point.
They've already lost a couple of patients and there is one currently on his deathbed. He won't have much longer. It's sad, really, because the guy is all alone.
He plans on going back to check on him so that he's not alone in his final moments but as soon as he pushes the door open, moving quickly, he runs into something solid.
He drops the coffee instantly as he stumbles back, "Shit!" Damn it. Now he's got coffee on his clothes. He's got to turn around and go get more coffee but first....
Robby looks up from the liquid mess to the floor and over to the thing - or rather man - that he had run into. His first instinct is to snap about getting out of the way but he swallows it back. Taking out his bad day on this guy isn't going to do anyone any good.
He shrugs off the coffee-stained jacket. "You okay? You make a habit of colliding into doctors?" As if it's not Robby's fault for moving so quickly and not paying attention to his surroundings. The man before him isn't to blame, he knows that, which is why his voice isn't harsh when he speaks.
"He's a ten but he hogs all the blankets at night." (ashur to matt teehee)
"Forgive me, Father. I suppose I should atone for my greed?" Matt begins teasingly, "We can't all be warm-blooded."
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