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[the-cosmos-withinus]

Shadow Puppets AU - (not) In control

He lifted his hand toward the Stella-Luna Amulet but dropped it again. He should have just let Astrophel come with him, he never would have let Belos lose himself like that, and those two men wouldn't have had to die.

He returned to the inn, deciding to keep the slip up to himself. He hadn’t eaten them, so it wasn't like he'd crossed the line Astrophel didn't need to know about it, they just had to get out of here early tomorrow before the men were found dead.

The inn keeper had left their Palismen unguarded at the front desk, Belos snatched it as he passed on his way to his borrowed room. He entered without knocking so he wouldn't disturb Hunter. "I'm back." He announced, quietly.

Astrophel jumped back up into his proper shape to greet Philip as he returned, but paused with a crestfallen expression on his face when he saw that Philip was covered in blood.

"Philip! What happened?"

It was second nature for Astrophel to first assume that the blood was something that happened to him, but he was quick to realize that it was too much blood. And of course no one in the Boiling Isles would harm their emperor.

Which meant that the blood was something Philip did.

"What did you do?" He hissed, "You didn't take things too far did you? You didn't eat someone?"

That was the worst case, and honestly Astrophel was not prepared to do what he had promised he would do if Philip had gone too far.

"Please tell me you didn't! We've come too far for you to lose yourself!" Tears stung at Astrophel's eyes and he did not care if he was being too loud.

Belos made a hushing motion and gestured to Hunter. The boy stirred a little but as far as he could tell the young Grimwalker was still asleep.

"I'm fine, it's fine. I'm in control." He said in a quieter tone than Astrophel, but his left eye was still a hollow socket aglow with his curse, indicating that he was still being influenced by it to some degree.

Belos crossed to the bathing room attached to the suite and used magic fill the tub with hot water. He washed his face in the sink, trying to get as much blood off him before he got in the bath.

"I ate four Palismen before it happened. I just wanted to get a few more to take back to the palace, in case four isn't enough." Belos continued as he undressed and got in the bath. The warm water helped him relax, "Somebody saw me, that's all. I killed them because they knew who I was. I didn't eat them. It's fine."

[triinitas]

@starlyht “i,   um,   couldn't help notice   ..   you were looking for something,   right?”   lex didn't even know how long he'd been here among well-used tomes,  huddled into a corner to complete some exhausting annotating on illusion crafting.  his duplications from memory could use work.  the last time he'd attempted to conjure an illusory creature had been a mess,  more of a horror than an imitation of a living organism.  it was harder on the material plane,  for some reason.   “um.”  maybe he shouldn't have said something,  maybe he looked strange.  he wasn't sure what to say,  even though he did.  he held the book out for her,  green eyes searching the drow's expression.  “i meant,  you weren't looking for this,   right?  you've been pacing around a bit   ---”    it had been a bit distracting,  actually  “---   and figured i'd ask.”

In her usual fashion, Demenia paced around the library like a cage-y animal hunting for scraps. She had nearly read this entire section. One book in particular seemed appropriate for a paper she was preparing to write, but when she tried to recall its name and author, nothing came to mind. She simply remembered a vague description of what it contained: "duplicate manual, duplicate manual," were the hushed words she murmured to herself. In quite a stereotypical fashion, her index finger and thumb pinched her chin and her other arm tucked under to support her elbow as she scanned the shelves.

The other wizard was not noticed. Demenia's laser focus often led to an ironic lack of observational skills. When an unexpected voice chirped behind her, she jumped, gasped, and whirled around to face the potential danger. "Oh, yes," she replied. Her shoulders drooped as the tension in her body dissipated. The drow reached out a hand and took the proffered book. Red eyes carefully scanned the cover. She flipped to a random page somewhere near the center and nodded. "Yes, this is the very one. Thank you."

She glanced at the man from under her lashes. He seemed somewhat familiar, but she couldn't place the reason.

"I'm sorry, but have I seen you in here before?"

If there was any intonation he bore that indicated her presence was unwelcome, it was lost on the oblivious elf.

[crossroadsdiner]

@nattjeger replied (+)

A sleep deprived and touch aversed Eirik was a sure recipe for a cherry bomb pie. As the two laid down and Eirik wanting to take a nap, the sudden feel of arms around their form in this vulnerable state brought back a familiar but unpleasant, painful feeling. They started to scream profanities, trash and kick around. The usually calm, cold threshold of their energy turned into a bush of thin, long energy needles that gave anyone near their vicinity a mental zap of electricity and they started to elbow and kick the person they thought was someone from their past.

Celia Rae startles and tries to pull away, but not before she’s hit and kicked and zapped. She cries out from shock and pain and the rare use of her damaged vocal cords causes her to choke in agony.

Celia Rae pulls away, retreating to hide in a small corner of the room. She doesn’t know what she’s done but she’s scared. Terrified of the reaction she’s caused when all she wanted was to cuddle her friend.

[fairytalefantasia]

@xiiifirelord continued from here

The fire within him crackled pleasantly at the knowledge that she had been worried about him, he had felt something growing between them every day since he had been returned to Arendelle.

“You had no need to be concerned, Your Majesty, I had everything well in hand.”

Elsa decided to withhold her indignation, if only to rob him of the satisfaction of seeing her so. Instead, she only offered a -tch!- and a roll of her eyes. “I don’t know how you would have expected me to realize that. Some communication on your end would have been nice, Commander.” 

She felt an electric tension begin to ignite, and rather than feed it, Elsa sighed and let it die by softening her tone. “I...I’m only just starting to get ahold of my military standing now, thanks to you. I can’t afford to lose you just yet. Please promise you’ll at least try to be less foolhardy in the future?”

[crossroadsdiner]

💋 - Cas and Zane for gentlexsnowflakexprince (maybe that high school/college au kiss we discussed?)

IT’S SINDAY! SEND 💋 TO STRAIGHT UP KISS MY MUSE!

The girl’s face had wrinkled in disgust when she saw Zane vomiting but Cas pretended not to notice or care and gave her one of his smile. “I’m sorry. I need to look after this. Maybe another time.” He didn’t know if the disappointment was real or feigned for her sake.

Cas had wrapped his arm around Zane’s waist and helped them to their feet. Zane had tried to protest that Cas clearly had a night planned but Cas shook it off. It stung to hear the judgement in Zane’s voice but Cas still wanted to make sure Zane got home safe. It had shocked him to smell alcohol on their breath. What could possibly have possessed Zane to drink?

Cas still isn’t sure what might have gotten into Zane once they’re back at their shared dorm. Cas helps Zane rinse their mouth out in the sink and brush their teeth when they complain about the taste of alcohol. He gets them some Tylenol and tucks them into bed.

“You’ll feel better in the morning.” Cas says, stroking Zane’s hair back from their face and hoping they don’t wake up with a hangover.

“Cas?” Zane murmurs. “Why did you chose me over that girl?”

“I’ll always chose you over any girl.” Cas promises. “Always.” For years, he’s been trying to convince Zane that they, and the rest of their friends are his priority. Zane, Elise and a few others had proven themselves his true friends in the year after he returned from the Sunlight Kingdom. He’d do anything for them; Zane, especially, who understood what he’d been through.

Cas is about to leave Zane to sleep when they sit up, wrapping a cool hand around his neck and into his hair. Cas can’t manage to form a response before Zane’s mouth is on his, cool lips parted and tasting of toothpaste and alcohol.

Cas initially responds the same as he would any drunk person kissing him when clearly too intoxicated to make decisions. A small kiss in return then cupping their cheek in his hand and easing them away. He’s too in shock and panicking over what it means that Zane is kissing him. Cas has never even known Zane to have a crush, let alone kiss anyone.

Cas eases Zane back into bed. “You’re very drunk. You should get some sleep.” He manages to maintain some semblance of calm as he tucks the blanket back around Zane and flees walks out of the room.

He goes to the bathroom, the only room in the dormitory apartment with a lock, and closes himself inside. He sits with his back against the wall and tries not to begin hyperventilating. 

[cigarcttc-blog]

[ continued from here | @badtimereset​ ]

    Well...that was strange. One minute he was ready to protest (or so he assumed), and the next minute his face is the darkest shade of blue he’d ever seen it! Then again, he’d only known the dude for a short while, not like he’d seen any range of emotions out of him other than intrigue and annoyance. Regardless, he was concerned. This wasn’t like him, not in accordance to how he knew him.

“Buddy, you okay? ‘s not like ya t’ be like this. You catch a virus or somethin’?”

[rhxge]

@hollowedsavage

His hands are cold, but somehow his palms are sweaty. 

A quick look down the corridor and back confirm that his suspicions are unfounded and he reluctantly takes a step into the street. What was showing up here going to do for him? He already knew enough about the male to know he was not someone to take lightly, someone that he should stay away from... so why then, why were his feet leading him towards the male’s office? 

As he gets closer, he peers up through a window and sees a light on. Of course he is here, why wouldn’t he be? He works late afterall, something the god had gathered from their first encounter-- the two had that much in common. Actually they had more than that in common, which could be a hint as to why he was here, but honestly... he wasn’t sure. He knew he had to be here, he had to come here. 

Without hesitation, Rhage closed his eyes and when he reopened them, he was standing in the male’s office, behind his patient. He hadn’t made his presence visible yet, be he knew the other would be apprised of his arrival. He waited patiently for the session to end, moving to sit in a chair nearest the male and watching his patterns, reading his notes. Once the patient left, he settled where the male sat and laid back on the chaise. It was then he chose to make his presence known. 

“Hello Hannibal.” 

His voice was laced with a malicious tone he hadn’t known would accompany the words, but he didn’t try to change it. Afterall, there had only been once before that he had invaded one’s personal space in such a way... and that encounter was less than favorable-- for them. He rather enjoyed the evening he spent studying their anatomy, savoring the taste of their blood in comparison of his own... a test to see what made them tick, so to say. 

“So nice to see you again.”