#whispersoftheveil

[neverhcme]

@whispersoftheveil asked for a lyrical starter from a male muse! song: bad habits by ed sheeran (x) muse: maverick o'hara

"my bad habits lead to you..."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Injury Themed Prompts @whispersoftheveil said: i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. (cian @ dex)

He was still trying to process what had happened, barely able to register what Cian was saying to him in that moment. It had just been an ordinary evening, a regular date night which had been perfect. A lovely meal, some drinks shared with stories and laughs. But it was only when they were walking back to Dex's apartment when things had gone to hell. Quite literally, as well, as they were descended upon. At first, he didn't really realise what was happening, with his initial thought being that they were being mugged, but as his gaze fell on the figures that crowded them, Dex quickly realised that this was nothing that he had ever seen before.

Before he knew it, there was chaos, several of the strangers rushing at Cian and beginning to attack him, while he felt himself being grabbed roughly from behind. He tried to kick out, but somehow, he was being lifted from the ground into the air. What happened next was a blur. He recalled shouting out for Cian, or for help, or both maybe? He was lifted higher and higher, until something made him fall. He landed with a painful thud, his head hitting the ground and knocking him clean out.

So when he woke up in his own bed, wrist bandaged and Cian sat beside him, he was more than a little confused. He pushed himself into a seated position, hands rubbing over his face while he heard the soft words from his partner, feeling the gentle brush of a cool, damp cloth against the graze on the side of his face.

"Cian..." The word came out muffled. "Please... Just tell me what the hell that was back there?"

[vicedmuses]

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reading  the  big  bad  wolf  wasn't  the  easiest  thing  in  the  world,  he  had  to  admit  that.  as  confident  as  heinrich  was  in  his  own  skill,  sometimes  he  wondered  if  there  was  something  he  was  missing.  yet,  the  small  moments  like  they  were  sharing  now  was  proof  that  he  had  enough  information.  the  touch  through  his  hair  was  clearly  a  welcomed  one.  hook  and  sinker.  he  couldn't  help  the  small  smile  that  forged  on  his  face  when  he  realized  that  once  again,  he  did  good. 

something  that  as  of  late,  was  only  really  saved  for  zeke's  presence.

he  couldn't  afford  to  smile  around  too  many  people  and  be  considered  weak.  no.  he  was  the  former  king  of  a  whole  region.  the  current  mayor  of  this  small  town.  being  weak  wasn't  a  possibility.  even  as  he  brushed  his  fingers  through  the  wolf's  hair  and  scratched  the  back  of  his  ears,  he  stood  proud  and  tall.  a  stance  that  he  felt  could  rival  the  likes  of  maleficent,  scar,  and  the  other  villains  that  were  roamning  around.

not  that  he'd  consider  them  real  competition.

they  weren't  important.  at  least  not  right  now.  the  person  that  was  getting  his  full  attention  was  the  other  man  standing  there  with  him.  “the  best  tracker  around.”  that  was  also  true,  no  reason  to  lie.  a  smirk  formed  on  his  face  as  he  moved  his  hand  down  to  the  other's  chin.  he  brought  him  closer,  locking  in  with  eye  contact.  “i  want  to  see  you  naked.”  if  that  was  what  he  needed  to  hear,  then  he  wasn't  going  to  hold  back  from  asking  for  it.  demanding  it,  in  a  way.  heinrich  dropped  his  hand  to  give  zeke  the  space  to  strip  if  he  was  ready  to  do  so.  which  the  witch  hoped  that  he  really  was. 

“i  know  you  could  find  me  wherever,  but  it  would  still  be  fun.  something  that's  just  ours.”  no  one  else  had  to  know  what  or  who  he  was  whistling  for.  their  secret  taht  they  could  share.

[storyborn]

@whispersoftheveil + lazy starter :)

"alrigh'. any chance you gonna be the kind of client that actually listens to what i gotta say?"

[inmcrtalis]

continuation from THIS with @whispersoftheveil

the hiss of the helmet is so well known by now , that Poe can't help but smirk to himself just a little . he's aware that this is .. dangerous , in a way that's thrilling . flitting around the creed that Din had , they had found so many ways around it for things like this , but just barely . the pilot wouldn't ask for more , no matter how much he yearned for it . Din's oath was solid , and he would never ask the Mandalorian to break it .

his breath hitches when he feels the callous fingers pressing against the soft skin of his jaw , the stubble barely pebbling it ( he needs a shave , but that's for later ) .

the kiss steals his breath , his eyes closing despite the pitch darkness around them , and Poe finds his arms lifting , fingers trailing over beskar armor , dancing their way until he finds himself holding onto the other man . it draws the softest groan from him , heat igniting in his belly and throughout his chest . Din managed to get him to feel that every time , and he still isn't sure how . maybe it's the way the Mandalorian's lips feel against his ; desperate and wanting , matching his own .

it doesn't take much for Poe to sneak his tongue out briefly , deepening the kiss that much more , his mind beautifully blank . there is not war , no First Order , no resistance ... at least not in this moment . not until the kiss breaks and he's left with a soft increase in his breathing , the smile on his lips . he can feel Din pull back just barely , and he resists the urge to chase down those lips again .

" I've been told I'm a big pain in the ass , and very persistent . " it comes out as a soft laugh , one that fades in the darkness as he draws in a slow breath . " ... you know I won't ask you , " he admits , his chest tightening just slightly . " this ... I want this , and you , " Poe murmurs , feeling his lips brush against the other's just barely . " but I know your oath . so I try to get this as much as I can . " surely Din can feel how Poe smiles just a little . what can he say ? Din is an amazing kisser .

[pec4dores]

@whispersoftheveil gets a starter for cian

It was one of those days he just wished that would have never happened. No matter how fast they had arrived at the scene, they couldn’t have saved all the family members, yet that image haunted him the rest of their shift, and would probably continue doing so for the upcoming days. The only reasonable thing to do now was drink and try to forget. Theo could put aside his issues with Cian for a couple of hours since they were both affected by it —not that there was actually a beef or anything between them, it was more Theo’s reticence to the other’s constant positive and happy demeanor. He didn’t know exactly why it bothered him that much, but Cian seemed oblivious to his snark towards him, or maybe he just really didn’t even care. Either way, once Theo got drunk he would surely not care what the other did or say either.

Theo took a seat at the bar, not because he enjoyed having people nearby, but because Cian might find someone else to talk to instead of him at some point of the night. Waving the bartender for their attention, he turned slightly at his coworker. “What are you having? First round’s on me.” Cian couldn’t say Theo wasn’t at least trying to be nice.

[rhapsodc]

closed starter! / @whispersoftheveil

By the time he had emptied another glass, only a few remained on that lost and forgotten tavern.

Hugo's finger moved around the edge of the glass, bringing some of its wetness to the corners where his lips hadn't touched. He was not paying attention to many things then, but his eyes rested on only one thing. In fact, only one person. The singer that hummed another song he didn't know. Not the typical tavern showman. A lot of the customers had left saying just that and the tavern owner seemed ready to finish the show. But not if Hugo could stop it. He held the owner's wrist and put a few golden coins in his hands. "Let the man be." As the owner moved away, Hugo got up and walked closer. He was in his "civilian clothes", black cotton shirt, dark steel plates over old leather. Nothing in him associated that man to the royal knights. It was better this way. Sometimes Hugo traveled the lands as a Black Knight, rogue in some ways, defending more than he ever could as a royal knight.

As if it had been part of his order, Hugo was stopped by the tavern owner that brought his another glass, the third of the night. Hugo barely looked at him as he whispered a rushed thank you. He was so close to the man that he was finally able to see him. His beauty, a bit rough on the edges, but beauty nonetheless. Something odd about him, like something pulling the strings of memory. He stepped closer to the stage, like an animal about to hunt, only to have the song around him stop. It made him stop too, now only inches away from where the improvised staged was. "Please, do not stop on my account. I do like to hear you play." He pulled another golden coin from the purse on his belt, pulling it out and showing to the man as he got even closer, leaning to leave it by the man's right boot.

[boysfromtheburbs]

a starter for @whispersoftheveil

Dean walked out of his dressing room, camera ready. They went live on the air in just a few moments, but he never let the time crunch phase or rush him. What were they gonna do? Start the segment without the anchor? He took a quick pitstop at craft services to get himself a quick swig of water to clear the throat. It also gave him an aple vantage point to eye their guest. A teacher. Math teacher, from what he could remember from his notes. Getting some kind of teacher of the year award. It was sweet. The kind of thing suburban coffee drinkers wanted to see in the morning. With a final chug, he set off.

Reaching the couches, Dean offered another of those award-winning smiles to the man quietly sequestered on the couch. "Don't tell me you've been here all this time? I hope the talent acquisition team took you to the green room, gave you some snacks. Do you need anything like that before we start?" Dean offered before sitting himself down in the adjacent seat. Segments never went well if the guests weren't cared for and Dean wanted a smooth show. The man was quiet enough as is. "We're really happy to have you here, by the way." And he meant it. Stories like James's gave the community a sense of heart they could be proud of, themselves. "We're just gonna do an easy back and forth. I'll ask you about your work, the award, the kids, all that fun stuff. And you'll be in and out of here before you know it, okay?"

Dean picked up the stack of branded notecards from his side table and offered his guest one final smile before they went live. "You're gonna be great, I know it."