#unfinched

[longdeadblonde]

SURPRISE SHAWTY for @unfinched

"You've still got some red on you. Come here." Carolina delicately swept strands of Finch's hair away from his cheek and tucked it behind his ear. Her lips met the hollow of his cheek and lapped away the remaining blood off his skin.

The house was quiet as after all visitors left, each member of the household retreated to their rooms or left the house to hunt. They were a strange and somewhat unwilling Coterie bound by blood both in the human and Kindred way. Her family had seen her companion as an outsider and while some treated him politely, others didn't. "I don't want to hear Ruben tease you for it."

Clinging onto him still, resting her chin against his shoulder. "The perfect specimen who needs no modification." He had been the only lucky one. He knew what happened to the rest. Especially the last one, but he hadn't run off. Carolina wouldn't hurt him and this she was determined in. "You're like a doll. Sorry I was busy all night. Did you 'see' anything?"

[necroticblonde-a]

Closed starter for @unfinched

 “Not a very big guy, are ya? I thought she’d become a size queen after the last guy. . .Maybe somebody a little tougher. I thought she liked them mean.” David wrinkled his nose as he plopped down on the coffee table, right in front of the T.V. “Cute, huh? Yeah, you’re a cute little pansy, ain't ya?” The disgruntled spirit leaned forward, blowing a puff of air into Finch’s face. He turned around to watch the T.V., “Don’t tell me she’s got you watching this trash? You’re pussy-whipped already.”

 He turned his head to inspect Cicero, “And you look spookier than ever, baby. Looking like you knocked heads real hard with Lily Munster. No wonder you went for baby-face over here. Can’t get yourself a real man looking like that” Squinting at the demoness, inspecting every inch of her “. . .Did your tits get bigger or what? Where were those when I was around? Or are you just showing off even more these days? God, you’re just grasping for attention!” Tapping his toe against the floor, his arms crossed. “You know I still don’t get it. Any of this. You, him, here. . .the trash you’re watching.” Hoisting himself off the table and circling the couch, blowing more puffs of air at both Finch and Cici. He’d try to do worse if he could.

[serpentinebrutality]

Failure / Number 13!

Fear

Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream?

 Syntherea only recently acquired a dream, the dream to live with her daughter, Elizabeth, peacefully, and she is bent on not giving up on it. Synth, however, had to give up on living with the love of her life because he was mortal and did not wish to become a demon. She couldn’t become mortal either, it wouldn’t be fair for Syntherea. 

Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?

 Syntherea does not like to set mirrors facing each other. Not because they’re “the doorway to Hell”, but because when she was abducted, the mirrors in the room she was shackled in covered the entirety of the walls. The sight nearly drove her insane. It was also to ensure she saw everything they did to her. In contrast, Synth is the kind to walk under a ladder if someone warns her against it.

[mxldito]

DON'T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT, DAWG. for @unfinched

"What a fierce little feather The Flying Man is. Baring the teeth of his eyes at anybody who glances at his woman." Coyote grinned up at their pallid brethren over a vintage leather-bound copy of Songs of Experience. "I'd be a little choosier on who I'd ask to Play Misty for me if I were you. I didn't think it was physically possibly for a bird to lay with a she-mantis."

They laid sprawled out on the fine leather couch as if they owned it, one boot propped up on its arm and the other planted on the glossy stone floor. There was nowhere so clean they found so comfortable than the Warren Estate-Commune-Coven-Coterie-Whatever. An open-door policy, their authority, and willingness to harbor incriminating secrets allowed them to come and go as they pleased. Their respectable library was an excuse to visit.

"She's pretty. Outside, she's my type. Inside?" Gently shutting the book as they sat up, "I prefer my women without the aftertaste of amaranth. You have no competition from me, but rather my concern."

"When she gets off, then gets off, don't you fear her splitting her mandibles and just—" Coyote snapped their jaws in his direction. "You never met The Green Man, did you? Or does she keep her peas separate from her potatoes? Or maybe The Moon got its hooks in you so deeply, that you've long since drowned in His reflection?"

[longdeadblonde]

@unfinched continued from here!

  “I’ve never seen snow but Cici says she’ll take me to see some!” Fausta gently pulled at the ears of the plush rabbit that was thrown to her, straining the fabric and then laxing the tension. As though she was contemplating whether or not she was going to destroy it or not. The gift had further lightened her mood either way.

  With a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes, Akephalos scooted towards Fausta and clamped his hands over her ears. He was able to infer what was coming next. Dia grinned as she presented the frogs to Finch, “This one’s got a little coochie and this one’s got a weiner. Funny right? These are actually vintage and potentially radioactive because of the paint but I think they’re charging either way, right?”

  As much as Dia’s presence broke the tension in the room, Cicero still felt stretched thin. This sort of thing was why she never brought any of her partners over to meet her family. She rubbed her temples, “They’re fine so long as you keep them in your room. I’m not into kitsch.” She turned to Akephalos, “Don’t you have to finish dinner? Tend to that lamb, yeah?”

  She stood up, “I have to make a phone call upstairs, Finch. Wanna come with me so I can show you the house?” Giving the bravest smile she could muster. There was no call to make, she just didn’t want to seem like she was tucking tail and running off. Technically she was but only to avoid losing her temper and making a fool out of herself.

[mxldito]

Storter for @unfinched​

 Coyote wandered through the dark street, blending in with the darkness. "I am at my prime. I am a mumble in a windstorm. A snake in the tall grass. A stalking threat. . .or maybe just a glorified Peeping Tom”, they mumbled to themselves. They’d been scoping out this neighborhood for a few nights now in hopes of expanding their hunting grounds, or at least for a house that had genuine hardwood floors or maybe a Rolex-wearing breadwinner. No dice. 

 They stopped dead in their tracks, put one hand over their eyes, and pointed the other out before spinning three times. They opened their eyes to find their finger pointed at the shabbiest house on the block. “The skinny white boy with the hot girlfriend. . .Lucky bastard.” Maybe not to lucky all things considered, “Okay. . .I’ll bite.”

 Silently and casually, they crossed the empty street and slipped up against the side of the house and probed about for an opening. A window opened just a crack, “I’m the lucky one.” They grinned as they pushed the window open and hoisted themselves up and through. The house seemed to be dark and still, with any luck, the man would be well asleep, right?

[serpentinebrutality]

🎁🩸

The metallic silver bag has a note attached to it, written in cursive.

“We haven’t met, but Cici has told me plenty about you lately. You make her happy, and you sound like a lovely person. Perhaps we could meet sometime? She mentioned you’d look good with some color on you, so I got you this gift. Happy Holidays,

Syntherea,”

Inside the bag, there’s a long and warm dark red scarf waiting for Finch. How thoughtful.

[necroticblonde-a]

"The family thing- I'm noht good with them. D'ye think they'll even take a likin' tae me? I dinnae mean tae be offehsive, but ye've told me what they're like, aye... Even the little one soounds tehrrifyin'."

 “I mean, they’re not all that bad. They know when to behave.” Cicero snorted, “I really wish I could say something more comforting but you can’t really expect much from my kind. No matter what, their opinions shouldn’t matter that much to you. They don’t usually mean much to me. I wouldn’t worry too about Dialen. Honestly, I feel like she’s the most likely to get along with you. As for Fausta, so long as you don’t put a finger in her face you should be fine,” The demoness’s smile fell a little, “And Akephalos. . .don’t let him catch you alone, alright? I don’t trust him.”

 Hesitant, she turned her attention away to slip her house key into the lock with a hardly audible sigh. The door pushed open with a creak and the house was a little too quiet: no shouting, no T.V. chatter, no furious cat screams. She signalled Finch to follow her and shut the door behind him. The silence continued as she hung her coat, “It’s usually not thi-”

 “Hello?” Fausta called out, almost sounding incredulous. Within seemingly a blink of an eye, the girl appeared a few steps from the entrance with a big orange cat in her arms. “Hello?” She repeated. What she likely meant to say was ‘Who is this?’ The cat seemed to be on the same page as his handler, though he seemed more aggravated, giving a low yowl as he stared at Finch.