#sourspices

[united-as-one]

The angel had been alerted on his phone about a serious incident involving the hunter that he had grown to care greatly for not coming from a hunt that he had been involved in. It was the early hours of the morning, the city streets quiet and reserved, yet eerily so thanks to the mist that had settled in the city. This fog would complicate things, a scene out of a horror movie through which the lawyer had no fear of.

Batariel finally arrives in the area, calling out for Siu and getting no response. The stench of dead creatures filled his nostrils, making him pinch it for a moment before putting on his gloves, in case things would turn south in a quick moment. His eyes shift to a golden glow to aid his sight and to sense his beloved hunter, maintaining his composure as any good hunter would. His breaths were quiet, methodically slow as he loosens his tie.

"Siu! Are you here?" He calls out, but after doing so his angelic instincts begin to pound making his breathing faster as the adrenaline within his body began to flow. There was a life force, an incredibly powerful one. He wasn't alone, and it felt very similar to Siu's... and yet it felt so different, cold and deadly. "Siu?" He says one last time, bending his legs and standing his ground. Whatever emerged from this foul fog, he would do his best to stop. (Starter for @sourspices)

[rainyearning]

@sourspices gets pestered with a potentially spicy thing

Eira dropped her robe when she approached the pool, smiling, at her large serpent lover. "There is my baby." He had been napping for the past hours, just after being somewhat jet lagged for attending some fashion show somewhere in europe. And when she did look for Micha, she was definitely heading for the pool first. "You look so happy in the water." Eira crouched down, just so he could be a bit closer to the male, leaning in to peck his lips when he was close enough. "Want me to join you in here?"

[united-as-one]

There were many supernatural beings that weren't of the species that Batariel was sent to wrangle and contain, and there were many that were also hunters like he. Over time, he had grown disillusioned with his own purpose that his new position as a lawyer and owner of a law firm had taken precedence over his duties, not that the council from on high cared; they had long since disregarded Batariel and had inadvertently forgotten about him.

As Lee Bitgaram, he was now the decider of his fate, and a chance encounter with another bounty hunter would soon capture his attention. He runs into the former guardian in the park, attracted by the energy emanating from the hunt that had started in this location and seemingly arriving at the end of it. A smirk forms as he approaches the hunter before folding his arms.

"You've encroached on grounds that fall under my jurisdiction, Siu." Bitgaram had already encountered these hunters before, watching them from the comfort of a distance before conversing loosely, the last chat was a bit cold but this time it was just the lone warrior. "You owe me the kindness of allowing you to hunt here, and since it's just you... Well, we'll have to think of a solution won't we." The angel leans forward, a finger rising to trail under his chin before pulling it back and chuckling gently. - Closed Starter for @sourspices

[united-as-one]

closed starter for @sourspices (bohyuk)!

It has been a few weeks since Mingyu had last seen Bohyuk and to his surprise, he had found him coming back to Heaven's Door this very night. The incubus had already booked a client by the time the other demon had arrived but not soon after, passed that client on to one of his many other hosts and moved to greet Bohyuk. After they had exchanged greetings, Mingyu had thought this would probably go like how their last couple of meetings had gone: drinks, laughter and then some sinful exchanges. But this time it was different.

With a hard gasp, Mingyu finds himself pinned up against the wall back first, instinctively lifting his knee up to push gently against the other, making sure he wasn't fully pinned yet as the incubus chuckles, a smirk on his face after as he licks his lips in delight. The man leans forward, a finger moving to Bohyuk's lips, "Someone's excited today, care to tell me what's gotten you so worked up tonight? Did you miss me that much?~"

And with those words, the incubus puts his finger down and surrenders to the other, kissing him deeply and pulling Bohyuk in close as his leg falls, allowing him to push against him as much as he wants.

[rainyearning]

[ EMBRACE ]: sender settles in the receiver's lap to give them a long, well-deserved hug in comfort. (jojo)

SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP PROMPTS.

Yongrae was feeling stressed. Of course he was amazing at masking his true emotional state, smiling, distracting. He rather talked about someone else than having to open up about what he truly felt. Maybe it was just how it always had been. Being a perfect child that never complained and just worked. No issues, besides a lack of social skills but if he was a successful person, it shouldn't matter, right? But he was feeling bad and Jojo, he seemed to be getting pretty damn good to look past his facade, he could see when Yongrae was crumbling. His lower lip trembled just a bit while he returned the hug, burying his face in a strong, muscular chest. He could just exhale for a moment because in Jojos arms he definitely didn't need to pretend that he was okay. "I didn't know it would be hard being an openly gay doctor." He mumbled, his own arms wrapped tightly around Jojos slim waist. "Please don't move." Listening to the older males heartbeat, it was calming him, actually.

[rainyearning]

[txt to stylus🐈‍⬛]: you know how they say, the pretty might be the cruelst [txt to stylus🐈‍⬛]: i wonder if that means we should be suspicious of each other but then maybe, that makes it a perfect fit [txt to stylus🐈‍⬛]: beauty sleep is quite important, even for such handsome faces as ours [txt to stylus🐈‍⬛]: now, is that a fear or a hope?

[txt to Aren H] oh the pretty ones are horrible, because one tends to forgive them because they are beautiful [txt to Aren H] I am always at least wary of someone elses potential because you will never know who betrays you for whatever reason [txt to Aren H] I usually sleep when other creatures are wide awake but I will make sure to not keep you from your little rest, though I say, you don't need any beauty rest, regaining stamina, for sure, but you are beautiful enough [txt to Aren H] it's surely to early to settle for that matter [txt to Aren H] for now, you only gave me a reason to hope but not to fear, but even cute kittens have claws and they tend to be pretty sharp

[united-as-one]

It was quiet, the cafe was small and with being a good fifteen minutes away from the ocean, many often preferred to rather spend the warm summer days there than bother to come here. He had a quick glance over his shoulder before smiling, shaking his head: "I have all around to make you one, I do not mind. Let me bring you the matcha latte first and then I will be on it. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day as they say, so let's make sure you only cheated with the time but didn't skip it," he joked a little.

"Uh...I am just Micha? I mean, I tend to have a personal kind of vibe with people who come here often so, feel free to go for that." He offered him a small quick bow. It was rare he bothered using the full human name he used on paper, the nickname had become so quick to say over the past century, that he had grown fond of it. "I will be back with your order in no time."

The imugi passed in the middle of moving, blinking a few times to progress the compliment? "Thank you?" he said, a hand rubbing against his cheek before he turned around and rushed back to the counter, keeping himself busy with the order.

Micha, an intriguing and adorable namesake for the serpent as Yubin fixes his glasses and continues writing. The dragon had always been curious about his imugi brethren and perhaps this opportunity would be his way of learning more about them, maybe even put them in his next book. His head turns to watch the barista begin making up his drink first, admiring the skill of the serpent as well as the man himself fondly. "So tell me about this place, what's the story?" He asks gently, closing his laptop now to put his full attention to Micha.

"I like the location, close to the ocean seems pretty nice for you as well. I'm sure it gets busy when more people are on vacation here right?" He asks with a curious tone, the dragon standing up and looking outside of the window at the beautiful beach and shoreline, people playing ahead of him. A time of peace this was, a time that he could get used too. "I can't speak for the entirety of my people but... I know we never really treated you that well back then." Old wounds, wounds that needed healing, confronting together.

"I'm sorry for what we did to you and your kind, you didn't deserve the treatment. I never believed in it not even then." Yubin says gently, turning back around with folded arms to accept the drink, "Call me Yubin, silver dragon, acclaimed writer." He says with a gentle smile, bowing slightly to Micha as he approached.

[united-as-one]

The imugi was very familiar with the different scents when it came to different dragons and since this one wasn't one of those that would be trying to figure out how to break his neck, he was okay to keep calm, just making a mental note it was good Feen had taken the month off to do some underwater things. A hand rested against their cheek, the tray pushed under the arm while he was looking at the other. "If you are undecided about what to get from the menu, I could just surprise you with something. Not all customers like it but I am happy to bring you some of my favorites." Micha was standing close enough to hear this one comfortably, the last he needed was for a dragon to mock him because the hearing was shit on land at a great distance.

While not the usual café that Yubin would stay in, the writer loved seeing new places through which he could find a muse to write in and this establishment was no different. Small and quainter than his other coffee stops, this café had a very unique flair to it part of which was the waiter and who he assumed was the owner or one of the owners but he could smell the scent on him. Imugi, an intriguing species for sure. While many of the dragons hunted down these sea serpents and vice verse, Yubin himself did not share that sentiment and wanted the relationships between them to be better, sweeter.

But as the waiter spoke, the dragon smiles and nods before asking, "I think I'll have a matcha latte. Do you guys have fruit toast as well? I didn't have breakfast today yet and am just a little bit hungry." He asks gently. "Oh and before you go, my name's Lim Yubin. I always tell people who I am just in case I become a regular, i tend to always be around coffee shops anyway."

He was unsure as to whether the barista and waiter knew of who he was. Ever since Yubin had been freed from his mountain prison he had taken upon himself to become a writer, and had written quite a few well known books that had turned him into a literary celebrity in some circles. He much preferred them not to know, just so he could focus on his writing whenever he was out and about but Yubin enjoyed the attention either way. "You smell great by the way, I like the scent." He says with a chuckle and smile before typing away.