#splintercd

[toameliiorate]

Something was hissing. It was the high screech of steam, contained, like a pot left on the stove, but Miriam wasn’t cooking anything, no kettle even out. It waxed and waned, but never ceased, as she went about her chores, cleaning the surfaces of the apartment while waiting for Hadi to come back from the market - he’d only just ducked out - while she had to converse with his boyfriend or let the house fill with an unpalatable silence only worsened by the tension of this rather angry sounding noise. 

“Have you been cooking for him, Gabriel? I can tell, he has not been left alone so much to fend for himself. It still amazes me he can hardly boil rice.”

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[huntershowl-moving]

@splintercd​ ( louis )

❛ i’m here for the guns. ❜ the words come fast and harsh, directly following the thump of her feet hitting the floor after dropping from above. it was quick work not to be tailed to the arms dealer’s rendezvous point, underneath a dripping concrete bridge shadowed by the sinking sun. a black duffel bag drops unceremoniously to the ground next to her. 

this ... is the arms dealer? hellhound is quite used to people being shorter than her, but this one – it’s just unexpected when they’re a respected arms dealer. perhaps dealing with the unseen for so long has clouded her view of the rest of the criminal world, but this short, unkempt person looks like someone she could beat the shit out of in less than five minutes.  far be it from her to judge, though. the whole damn city is terrified she’ll eat their babies, whereas he can probably go back to a regular life at any time, so who’s the real winner here? ❛ triskel is the name. let’s get this over with. ❜ her boss’s name. always her boss’s name. they paid for the weapons, after all – and ‘hellhound’ is a bit too common to register a deal under. 

[waywardsignns-moved]

@splintercd || Ezra ||  starter call (still accepting)

“Hey ... so there’s something I’d like to run by you...” speaking softly as he remained close to Louis on the couch, their arm draped around his shoulders so that their fingers could trace a path up and down along the man’s arm. It had admittedly been something that had been on their mind for ... quite a while, frankly. “How do you feel if I ah ... if I go through with the change?” 

[worldgonematt]

puppy love

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“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Damon.” Though, he didn’t exactly know why he’d been pushed to meet him specifically aside from the base fact he was some form of immortal, or what the occasion of their meeting was beside Gabriel’s suggestion. It was nice, always, to meet people of the same curious fate. He didn’t mind, really, the suddenness or the confusion, but it did draw some curiosities to this man. 

He didn’t offer a hand to him, only a bright smile; upon considering the other man would not have seen the warm gesture he spoke again, to find other ways to exchange pleasantries. “Your dog is very nice. You are kind to him.” And he bends to pet the dear creature, but stops himself in remembering the expressions - twisted and surprised - at him doing the same earlier this week to all manner of dogs, and asks, very slowly, still half-crouched, “May I pet him?”

[kxllerblond]

☕ @splintercd​ // STARTER CALL;;

A vexed looked upwards to the exposed moon, unhindered by any drifting clouds in that evening sky. For arguably being a creature of the night himself (or at least having most of his business taking place then), he had such a distaste for being out and about. 

Perhaps this too could be traced back to his dislike of the things that roamed when the sun set. He was set to meet someone, speaking of business, and found himself stood there near a streetlamp that wasn’t doing the best of jobs in illuminating the walkway around it. 

A glance to his watch, a sigh. The cambion had a nagging suspicion he’d find more trouble than it was worth in agreeing to meet this contact--if they even showed. 

[waywardsignnsa]

@splintercd didnt’ ask for a starter but is getting one anyways

“Asher!” calling out for her helhound that had decided to bolt without a whole lot of forewarning, internally she was ridiculously happy that it had happened now and not with another around. She would have thought that by now that the pup wouldn’t do stuff like this anymore… but then again maybe that’s what she got for spoiling the damn thing to begin with. With the hound glamoured to look as if it were a large german shepherd rather than a creature of hell, the lovable animal ran around the stranger it came up to with excited barks, bounding and jumping about before settling into a sitting position, mouth open with a large puppy smile.

“Asher!” Calling out for him again, a dark haired, petite woman came to a quick stop beside her dog, short enough that she didn’t have to bend over in order to grab hold of his collar. “I’m really sorry about that! He gets excited to meet new people…” offering the other an apologetic smile, she licked her lips anxiously, hoping they weren’t too terribly upset.

[aubrey-granger]

Going to California

It was easy enough to help through email, but the timing was perfect for Aubrey to take a trip. He only been to California once, and he didn’t have a chance to stay very long. Aubrey also remembered everyone who had helped him through his thesis work. This would be a great way to pay that forward. 

Aubrey suggested they meet in a neutral place the first time. Just a nice coffee shop in a close location to both of them. In typical Aubrey fashion he had gotten there too early. So he had already had found them a table, and gotten himself a drink.

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[penniesfortheferryman]

Kharon looks up and blinks for a moment, bright golden eyes settling on the other. There is something striking, something that catches the Ferrymen off guard. Yet for the life of him, Kharon has no idea what it is, as if his brain simply stopped working properly. Maybe, there was nothing there at all, and this was some strange side-effect of reforming his human skin from the river.

      ”Uh.... coffee?” Is all he could mange to get out, as he was slightly hunched over. Having already poured himself a cup, the pot still withing his hands, steaming.

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