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@waydcwnwego sent 😴 to wake my muse up from sleep.

The taste of fresh salt at dinner must have sparked a memory in his subconscious for he could smell it in his sleep. He could feel water pooling around his ankles and it was freezing! But, when he looked down, his feet and hands were much smaller than he anticipated as were the pair of hands that came into view, grabbing his own with a giggle.

"Declan, come on!" His name echoed strangely, "They're waiting!" He scampered after the other child, giggling as they splashed through water and caught up with the others that had gathered around something on the sand. They pointed to their discovery.

"Look, we found seashells, Declan!" Again, his name echoed strangely, the voice becoming more familiar.

... Rishi?

"Kids, lunch is ready!" The rest of the children jumped up at the sound of the voice, various comments of hunger or excitement coming from them, but Declan remained with the seashells. He'd become engrossed in forming them in a spiral pattern based on their color, until the feminine voice drew closer and pulled his attention away.

"Aren't you hungry, Declan?"

And the woman with the beautiful, kind smile and rich brunette curls winked out of existence because the voice that said his name was all wrong. There was a brief moment of darkness as consciousness cut through and then his senses kicked in and the hum of the ship gave him the familiar outline of Rishi.

"R-Rishi?"

#waydcwnwego #muse ( declan )#thread ( declan )#thread ( wake up )#verse ( of blood & gears )#au ( the devil's backbone )

@waydcwnwego liked for a one paragraph starter (and the mun used one of these prompts as a base).

There was certainly a vast difference between the quiet of sleep and the quiet of the morning on the ship. Not that one could really tell out in the depths of space what was really night and what was really day, but Declan supposed that it was the nature of routine that humans followed to break up the long stretches of nothingness. The difference was he could hear the others puttering around and there wasn’t so much the hushed, eerie silence overlaying the hum of the ship he thought as he padded up to the bridge. In his hands he had a covered plate and two mugs of coffee, one of which he set near enough but out of the way at the elbow of Jackson before setting the plate next to it. Lifting the second plate, he revealed four slices of toast, plucking two for himself as he said, “I made coffee. And toast,” before stuffing said piece of bread into his mouth and moving out of the way.

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@enduringalpha liked for a one paragraph starter (and the mun used one of these prompts as a base).

The moment he became aware, Declan knew something was wrong and it wasn’t because of the throbbing headache raging through his head. It was the fact that he hadn’t woken up in the bed of the no-tell motel with annoying dip on side where one too people slept on. The last thing he remembered was excusing himself to use the bathroom and sneaking out the back to go after the vampire he was hunting and sensed in the bar he was along with the ensuing fight. A fight that ended with the vampire slamming Declan’s head pretty good against the wall. He must’ve lost consciousness and-- Gods above and below had the thing brought him home for dinner?! The idea had him bolting up in the bed and checking his neck, which was thankfully clean of bite marks he found in the next seconds. But now that he fully awake, he was painfully aware that there was another occupant in the room with him and his senses told him he had no effective weapons within reach, “Who are you? Where am I?!” He demanded.

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@pushspacetocontinue liked for a one paragraph starter (and the mun used one of these prompts as a base).

Declan was rather amazed as he ascended the short flight of steps, his cane preceding him and lightly banging against each one beforehand, that the feline his other arm had been so calm as they traveled to their destination. Knowing from experience how particular cats could be about traveling, the witch was rather relieved that his surprise Ragamuffin guest hadn’t made an already unusual situation more complicated by being a picky traveler. But, perhaps that was due to the fact that he’d fed and watered the animal before leaving? Well, it was a running theory at the moment and perhaps Misty’s owner could shed some light on the subject as Declan paused on the stoop long enough to get an idea of where the doorbell was before he moved to press it.

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Isabelle crawled into bed right beside him, snuggling and nudging him softly as she rested her head in the crook of his neck. "Dec," She murmured softly before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Someone tripping his wards stirred him toward consciousness. However, since there wasn't an urgency behind the alarm, Declan didn't exactly fight to stay aloft, so to speak, when he rolled onto his back and drifted back into the depths of slumber. It was the dip of added weight to the bed that made him aware of another presence, plunging him to the surface of wakefulness. Tension sang through his body and he sucked a startled breath through his nose, inhaling Isabelle's scent.

Realizing that someone hadn't broken in to cause him harm, Declan's breath was released in a sigh, the tension he'd been feeling mere moments before draining away with every snuggle and nudge. His arm slid more comfortably around Izzy's middle, the action drawing her closer while her kiss pulled a groggy chuckle from his mouth and his head lolled to the side, "Hm?"

#qceensofkings #muse ( declan )#thread ( declan )#thread ( sneaky snuggles )#verse ( havenwood )#au ( of demigods & magic )

cont’d from here / @cryptidofficer

A laugh rolled off his tongue at Northem's joke as Declan closed his book and set it aside to hold out his hand to the individual. Before Northem even sat down, the witch knew what he was. A strong heartbeat preceded him, accompanied by the distinctive, underlying scent of shapeshifter. Northem wasn't the only one on board the train, however, at least five others were traveling to parts unknown along with two vampires. They were all minding their own business— At least Declan hoped so— and therefore he'd mind his own. The witch just had no idea what type of shapeshifter Northem was, not that it was any of his business to know unless the man wanted him to.

"Declan," he replied back with an easy smile on his face and a shrug, "Although, I prefer a crackling fire, a nice book, and well-made cup of tea instead of struggling through sand. Although, I think I might take that rather than being stuck on a train," he lightly added with a chuckle.

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@concentratedbitterness sent 😤 to tuck the hair away from Declan’s face because it was personally annoying Marcella.

The witch suddenly stumbled over his words upon feeling the light yet lingering touch. Whatever he’d been talking about just now seemed to vanish from his mind as his cheeks flamed with color. A crease of confusion formed between his brows as Marcella was not necessarily prone to displays of affection although, logically, Declan told himself that there was probably not an affectionate reason behind the gesture. More than likely, it had something to do with his appearance that could no longer be ignored by the demon who had higher expectations about ones personal appearance than he did.

The witch made allowances for obvious reasons, but prided himself on a neat appearance so the fact that Marcella herself was correcting a mistake had him scrambling to recall how his hair had become an irritation to her. The simplest explanation that came to mind was when he'd leaned to reach for something from one of his work tables. Marcella's action wasn't what confused him the most, however. It was his own.

Not only was he uncomfortably aware of the blush suffusing his cheeks, but his pulse jumped, skipping a beat before racing nervously. The demon was suddenly too close. Not necessarily for comfort, but... not necessarily dictated by the nature of their relationship thus far, either. Almost without his own volition, his voice stuttered out a nonsensical reply that ended with a bashful smile and Declan adjusting his glasses once again. He opened his mouth to say more, but realizing he didn't know what to say, closed it. His smile faded as he cleared his throat, his breathing heavy through his nose to make up for the rush of air he'd use just seconds before.

#concentratedbitterness #muse ( declan )#thread ( declan )#thread ( your hair is annoying )#verse ( havenwood )#au ( of demonic deals & hanged magicians )#ooc ( TAKE THIS REPLY HOWEVER YOU WANT LMAOOOOOOOO )

cont’d from here / @qceensofkings

Declan bit back any angry retort he might've said because ultimately, Isabelle was right. He hadn't learned. Still. Yet he had still held out hope that just once maybe she would. Learn, that is. Isabelle was hardly an idiot. On the contrary, she was quite intelligent that it was frustrating that she so often engaged in childish and such petulant behavior. He had thought... What? That your decades of living would rub off on her? Declan would be a fool not to admit that to himself finally. Her behavior was one of the many reasons of their arguments, after all.

With his anger sufficiently deflated, Declan sighed, weariness, as it always did in the aftermath of their fights, setting in. Frowing at her, his attention shifted from the woman beside him to outside the car.

...What?! What do you mean we have nothing to hold them on!

Property owner says nothin's damaged or stolen. Doesn't want to press charges. I mean, come on, Carl. The dude is blind. You really wanna start the paperwork on this case?

Inside the cruiser, Declan focused his attention back on Isabelle, raising his brows at her in surprise, "Uh... what did you do?" He tone suspicious.

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