#thenumbqueen

[magicandheart]

☀(the bois the bois)

My muse is kept in a cage at the circus. Your muse comes across them before tonight’s performance. Send ‘☀’ for my muse’s reaction to yours stepping towards the cage.

Posa lounged in the corner of his cage. His gray skin and glowing purple eyes made him the perfect “star” for these sick fuckers. They enchanted the cuffs around his wrists and the bars of his cage for extra measure in order to keep him contained. Every night they were in a new place, he would be forced to entertain and intimidate all those who visited the Freak Circus he was forced to work for.

The night things were different, they dragged him to somewhere in California (they never told him specifics). He watched as the sun set and the moon rose above his cage. The time to act would be soon.

His pointed ears twitched and perked as the sounds of footsteps slowly approached. His handlers usually didn’t approach him until right before showtime. Posa looked up to find a curly poofy haired shorty with one blue eye and the other covered in an eye patch. He quirked a brow.

“What? You trying to get a free show or something?”

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[wanderingarcherviola]

"I'm not sayin' yer lost but... Yer probably not out here looking to hang out with an orc and a warg, maybe a wrong turn along the road?" Viola questioned carefully.

"Not that we don't like company but...We ain't exactly Good company."

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[magicandheart]

‘Wait’ (damn it you know I’m weak for these-)

Send me   ‘ wait ‘   for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing their arm to keep them from leaving

James’ response startled Damon. He knew his boyfriend would be upset he had to go, but he didn’t expect this much force from him. Damon frowned in concern. “James, I have to go. I know it’s dangerous, but they need me for this mission.”

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[magicandheart]

🌋

Send “🌋” for an earthquake to strike. Our muses end up getting trapped in a collapsed building together forced to await rescue.

They had warned Damon about the earthquakes in California. Truthfully, he hadn’t been too worried about it. Why would he be if he had magic and his shadows to protect him? What a fool he was, especially given the situation he and James found themselves in now.

Damon coughed and hissed when the action tugged against his torso. Earlier he had seen the giant piece of concrete from the ceiling fall towards James that he rushed forward and tackled him out of the way. However, he underestimated how long the piece was and it crushed him from the hips down. His shadows and magic were quick to act and formed a shield over them to protect them from the other falling rubble. It saved the rest of them from being crushed but also trapped them in a cage of debris and rubble.

He groaned. His legs felt both numb and on fire. Every movement sent an explosion of pain through his body, which made even the thought of shadow porting terrifying. If his spinal cord wasn’t already fucked up, would porting screw it up for sure?

He coughed up debris dust that agitated his lungs, vision spinning from the pain. “J-James? Are you okay?

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[magicandheart]

🎂(for bb boy Damon)

It was no secret that Damon didn’t actually know when his birthday was. The only clue he had was the month of April.  The only good thing about it for others was that it made birthday surprises and scheduling very flexible. As long at the events took place in April, Damon was content to celebrating whenever.

Cue today, the first of what Damon was sure would be many days of celebration since James was beyond the festivities.

“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing today yet?” Damon asked James that morning. The need to know was driving him crazy. “I don’t even know how to dress.”

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[magicandheart]

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ(we love angst bb)

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ    MY muse pushes your muse down!

“James! Look out!” Damon screamed when he saw the attacker pull out a pistol. It was pure instinct that caused Damon to shove James down and out of the way. The bang of the weapon being fired filled his ears followed by a sharp hot pain on the left side of his body.

His body gave out to the sudden intense sting and he fell back onto the ground with a heavy thud. The fall caused the pain to intensify when his body hit the cold floor and he let out a cry through gritted teeth. Damon put a trembling hand over the wound, warm liquid instantly meeting his palm as he did. 

The sensation couldn’t be focused on for long as the click of safety being unlocked once more cut through the air. Through double and dimming vision he glared up at the gunman. “Sacrificing yourself to save him. Predictable. Shame, looks like I aimed a little too off. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this next one goes right to the heart…or maybe I should just go straight for the head.”

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[magicandheart]

snowed under

Send “snowed under” for my muse to find yours buried in the snow.

Damon tilted his head and looked down at James. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to bury yourself in snow.”

Posa glared up at Damon, his hands now slowly pushing more snow over James’ body. “We bury people in the sand. Why can’t we bury them in the snow?”

Damon sighed. “Because he could get hypothermia.How long have you been under there, James? Can you still feel your fingers and toes?”

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[magicandheart]

“What the hell are you doing? STOP!” (At Posa because I haven’t seen my son)

Send “What the hell are you doing? STOP!” to see my muse beat someone to death. 

(going pre-split and main verse for this one. *TRIGGER WARNING: GORE AND VIOLENCE*)

Posa paused with his fist pulled back, fully prepared to land another punch on the body he was kneeling over. He had realized that ten punches ago, the life left the swollen bloodied eyes of his latest victim. He didn’t care. He didn’t care that his knuckles pulsed with the dull pain from repeatedly hitting bone and muscle. He didn’t care that blood was everywhere: on his face, fist, his clothes, the ground, and all over the body. He only cared for the anger and adrenaline that rushed through his veins, the pounding of his hate like a heartbeat in his ears. And now here came a familiar pain in the ass to ruin his fun.

His head slowly turned, training blackened eyes on James to glare at the small creature. He wiped his finger across his upper lip, smearing a streak of red across the inky black skin of his face. When he spoke, his voice came out deeper and slower than that of Damon’s. In fact, there was no sign of Damon’s presence at all. There were no flecks of gold in his eyes, no kindness in his tone. Even his hair seemed sharper than when Damon was in control. There was no doubt, Posa held the reins tonight.

“I warned you not to follow.” He tilted his head and cracked his neck as he eased off the corpse to stand once more. “Now I think I’ll kill you next.”

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