It's not that he hadn't wanted people to be there, but more that after everything, keeping things simply and as intimate as possible had been all Levi and him had needed. It's clear that he's happy, but there's also some maturity to him that he'd been lacking before. Not that Leto had been immature, but there's a lot of growth in the way he presents himself now. He can smell the merman before he opens the door. "You brought wine! I have food! Come on in!" Leto greets while petting Napoleon who's happily laying in his arms.
Leto still hugs Silas with one arm, careful not to crush his cat. "Come on in." Of course, the news that he is now a married man will come as a surprise to anyone. Last time people had checked Levi and Leto had broken things of for reasons that Leto systematically refused to talk about even with Silas. But then with his returns in the Lotus Eaters, being happy with the people he loved felt like the only thing he needed. For tonight, Leto cooked them Huevos Rancheros empanadas. He couldn't decide between the two and had just decided to combine both. And for dessert, a Tiramisu.
"The perfect balance," he replied with a smile on his face and a chuckle. He noticed Napoleon in Leto's arms and his smile grew even wilder. Silas was indeed a good cook but the doctor rarely cook. He used to cook a lot but that all change on that night. A lot of things about the doctor changed. Silas realized that he was indeed hungry, he did not remember the last time he hate when the other mentioned they had food.
Silas returned the hug, mindful of Napoleon, once he pulled away from the hug and came in, he petted the cat. He loved animals. "Hello little one," he whispered softly as he petted the cat before looking at his best friend and paying attention to him. The bottle of wine still in his free hands. "Sorry, I have been a ghost lately. How is married life?".
It was late, Silas relationship with day time and night time had become very complicated. He did not know if he preferred night or day time because during the day he was distracted, he did not have to really think, deal or feel with emotions that always seem to linger in the background as if it was waiting for it's chance to attack when the doctor was distracted. Night time on the other hand, he had no distraction, it was silent and his thoughts could run wild. The doctor had finished his shift and was thinking it would just be any other night. He had gotten some flowers and placed them on his late wife grave when he was attacked all of a sudden.
To most who did not know him, saw him as a quiet, reserve doctor and someone who seems like they could easily hurt but those that knew him, knew about the damage the doctor could cause on someone. The doctor had anger and rage that he kept in check but tonight he let that out and his attacker had over estimated him. Silas fought back, getting the upper hand but he had decided to let them go. He stood as he looked at his attacker on the floor. "Try this again and I will make sure you never walk again. Tell them they don't want me coming after them," his voice cold, dangerous and powerful as seconds later they stood to their feet and ran off. He had noticed another footsteps and he looked to see that it was Knox, his attention on them. "Evening Knox, how are you doing?" he smiled as he heard the other footsteps quickly fade away.
Elias nodded, eyes flicking from the blond man to the body, watching silently. He stood still for a long moment and considered the fork in the road behind him before turning away from the body. Right or wrong, kind or cruel, he had chosen a path: this was different than returning to train young Lightless, different, certainly, than falling quietly in line at his leader’s side and letting the cards fall where they may. This ritual, to him, was faith in action. He sniffed as the smell of the body burning reached his nose, indeed covering the punch of sour the spell had carried, before turning entirely- stepping away to swipe his once-again discarded jacket from the ground.
Elias shook the jacket out and folded it over an arm before looking to the other again and offering a smile, “Lovely.” He said, in reference to the state of char the body had developed, “Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Ardent, I will try not to call on you again.” He offered, already meandering toward the exit. He was fairly uninterested in keeping someone under his thumb; unless provoked, he was not likely to wave information over the witch’s head again.
G looked at Elias and studied the male. He hated them and deep down was planning his revenge. G did not trust any word that they said and so he knew he would have to be careful around the other. At least he had learned something interesting about Elias and maybe he could learn something more that he could use to get back at them. No one must know about him, not even Grayson.
"You better not because next time there is a chance you might be the one tasting and feeding my flames Elias," G smiled and spoke as he watched the male walk toward the exit. G choose to stay for a bit, just to keep control on the flame and once it was done it went off before taking his leave, Making sure that all evidence of him was burned away.....
Fior chuckles. "I've already beat you to that. Next step, I'll be going full grey." Not much color left in his hair, rhough, he doesn't know if it's work, personal life or just nature running its course. Probably all of the above! "Drinks and cab on me then."
"My patience is starting to run thin. But we made it through—that's all that matters really." He pauses to get a bite out of his food before he asks—"Are you going to the Halloween party tomorrow?"
Grayson chuckled, "Yes you have but I will admit and say that you do rock the gray hair honest and I think you will look even more handsome with a full gray hair. I feel you can rock just about anything Mr. Fior," he teased with a smile on his face as he chuckled. "That does not seem fair, I feel bad for everything being on you. How about drinks on you and cab on me?"
"For sure and to answer your question, I am. What about you?" he asked backed as he took a sip of water.
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Location: The Ardent Ash Tea and Coffee Shop
Grayson was tired, the witch had a bad headache which was something he has been having the last few nights. Nothing seem to help, he had also been having strange dreams which seem like memories but he never could remember them once he woke up and plus he had been smelling more like flames, finding ash on his clothes. Gray was awake before the sun was up and decided to head to the shop and open it. Giving his employees a head start.
Gray had just finished packing up some tea when he heard the door open. Today he had decided to wear his pendent something he had always kept close and he protected deeply. He walked toward the front and smiled. "Good morning and welcome. How can I help you today?"
“Well…” Elias gestured toward the body and chuckled, “Pretty solid firsthand evidence. All glory to my Goddess.” He roughed a hand through his hair, leaving the greying curls sticking up in the front, “Glad to hear you won’t have trouble sleeping over it.”
“Hold on.” He moved again to grab his discarded jacket, wrestling with the torn black fabric for a moment and emerging victorious with a silver flask in hand. Elias had never heard of it, but if there was a necromancer in the world that could raise ash and make it sing, the Deathrunners would have access to them. Lady Death help us if that was the path Mathias was on. He couldn’t risk it. Fortunately, countering reanimation was a Lightless specialty.
“A final blessing.” Elias crouched by the head, watching for a moment, brushing dark hair back from the dead man’s face- a final act of gentleness for the Deathrunner Underboss, who looked so young to him now. He didn’t regret it. He unscrewed the flask and overturned it into its mouth; a soft prayer for a peaceful journey said. The spell smelled sharp and sour, and he hoped that the other man’s fire would burn the stench away. He stood, stepping back. “They should be able to find him here. Not too hot, Mr. Ardent. We have to leave something for his friends to grieve over.”
G listened and just observed, this was an interesting situation he was in because most times when someone died he did not go out of his way to do all this or had the people around him be this respectful. G for sure really could not understand at all but he did not say anything. Grayson had never been one for religion or believe in any deity and as a result of that G also did not believe in anything. "I never lose sleep over anything," he spoke looking at Elias with amused eyes.
G sighed and could not help but roll his eyes as the male told him to hold on at all. He waited of course and let the male finish what ever that needed to finish. He watched as the other said a prayer for the other and in a way, G saw that as kindness. The same kindness that Grayson had and he knew Grayson would do something similar like this to what Elias was doing for the dead. "Don't worry, I can control my fire," he spoke as he step forward.
In a moment smoke started to raise from the body and them before flames started to consume and burn the body. G, keep a sharp control on the flames making sure they do not go beyond control like he normally let them. Green eyes shined as the fire lit up the room.
It was night time, the moon was high in the sky. Tonight, Silas had decided to walk home and he did not really mind nor care at all how long it would take him because after all he had no one waiting for him at home. His home had become cold, it had been cold for a very long time. He sighed he walked and then he saw someone on the ground moaning in pain. The doctor ran over to them and saw they were injured.
Being a trauma surgeon sometimes came in handy for moment like this. He always carried supplies with him, he took out his phone and called for help before putting it away and focusing on their wound. As he worked on the wound he saw and noticed someone near by, at the moment he did not question why they where there or anything and just thought maybe they could provide some extra hands and help.
"Hey you!" he shouted looking at them. "Can you provide some extra hands and help me help this person?"
It was a beautiful afternoon, the sun was shinning and Silas decided to spend his free afternoon reading in the French quarter. This was one of his favorite things to do, if he was not reading then he was enjoying a hot cup of coffee no matter the weather people watching and observing. The surgeon was a little bit too distracted today and so it took him longer to realize and sense that someone had taken a seat by him.
There was one thing about Silas was that no matter what he always celebrated his friends, no matter how he was feeling he knows when to put whatever bs he was dealing with aside to be there for the people that need him and the important people in his life. Leto was his best friend and loved seeing them happy, he also saw the male as a brother too. Hearing that Leto was married was great news and so after his shift he had went home, changed and picked up a nice bottle of wine from his collection and came over to their place after texting him and letting him know.
He knocked on the door and waited for an answer, as he held the wine in his other hand.
Trigger Warming: Neglect, Abuse, Death Mention, Loss, Pregnancy Mention
Silas grew up in a home with four older siblings, three older brothers and an older sister. A household that valued tradition over everything else, a home where their father always had the final say, controlled the house with an iron fist. His word was law, and no one dared disobey him. His father was also a man that believed that only the strong survived and the weak had no place in the world and in his family. His father a carpenter and his mother a housewife. Silas was smart, always had a way of seeing the world and knew he wanted a life of what his family, his father wanted for him. His father did not hide the disdain and disappointment in his son and he showed it; his mother had cheated on his father and due to that anger he took it out on Silas despite knowing Silas was his son and he himself had also cheated as well, he also could not get over the fact that Silas was born weak and so his father often abused Silas for every tiny mistake, hiding it in form of teaching Silas how to be strong. From a young age Silas had been good with his hands, learning woodwork just like his older brothers but he never loved it. He and his brothers helped his father out with his jobs, it was hard work and long hours, but Silas did not mind.
Name: Silas Hewitt
Nicknames: Silas
Age: 192
Species: Merman
Special Powers: None
Deity: God of Dreams
Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis-Male, He/Him, Demiromantic and Pansexual
Residence / Years: All his life
Job / Workplace: Trauma Surgeon at NOLA East Hospital
Silas was born weak and it was said that he would not survive the night of his birth, but he proved everyone wrong, the merman and doctor was strong and determined. Silas was born on July 7th, along with his older twin brother on a rainy and storming summer night. He did not cry when he was born, he was silent with eyes closed and weak breath. His father watched giving up on him when the nurses had told him that there was a chance that he was not going to make it. Silas beat all odds and survived but still his father was still not impressed at all.
Silas was quiet and an introvert, he loved reading books, watching, observing, and learning about people. Due to this he had developed a talent for reading people’s faces and the tone of their voice most times. Silas loved books which he often got into trouble for when his father caught him reading, thinking he was wasting his time. Silas’s relationship with his mother was just as terrible as his relationship with his father. His mother was someone who never wanted children nor did she love Silas’s father. Due to tradition, she was forced to marry Silas’s father. Silas came from a community that would disown anyone that broke tradition. She had tried to poison her husband a few times but each time it failed. Silas was one of her reminders that her life was that of a prison her life was and so she neglected him, emotionally abused him, telling him that he was the cause of her suffering, pain and sadness because in a way too, her husband blamed her for giving him a weak child who should have died that.
Despite all this Silas still grew up strong. The male had developed a friendship with two important people in his life a boy name Leto who he had met when a few kids their age was picking up on Silas due to him being quiet. They had mistaken his silence for weakness, but he proved them wrong and fought them. Silas was someone who could fight when he needed to and he never backed down for anything; impressed the two of them became friends. The second most important person was Faye; they had grew up together and their family were close and had a good history and relationships. As they got older, Faye and Silas relationship also grew, and they fell in love.
Silas had been lucky, and it was as if fate was smiling on him that she was picked to be his wife. Silas had never really wanted to have kids but after falling in love and getting married and talking to his wife they had agreed to have kids. Silas and Feya both grew up in the same traditional community where abuse and neglect was normal, where he was expected to continue with his father’s business along with his brothers. They both decided that they wanted something different. He refused to follow the plans of their family and what they had set for them. Instead, Silas choose to study to become a doctor, which he did. Due to their actions, they were disowned, their families cutting off contact with them.
Silas and Feya did not mind at all because they believed in each other. The two of them created a home together, a family filled with love and tried for many years for a child, but they could not have kids. It really broke their hearts, they had decided that if it was in the cards or stars for them, then they would adopt. One night Silas came home and saw his wife standing in front of the door with news and she told him she was pregnant. This news made him smile and was happy, but he did not know that the happiness and everything he had built would be gone.
A few weeks had passed and it was a late shift, and Silas was in surgery operating when his wife got into an accident, Silas did not find out until he was done with the operation was completed. The news and seeing his wife lifeless on the table destroyed him, it broke something with him, especially when they had just painted the nursery and gotten things for the baby. Since that day nine years ago, Silas had refused and been unable to get close to anyone believing that his heart was cold and unable to love again. Scared he will love someone again.
Silas is still kind, helping those that need It and being a protector to anyone who needed one. His heart is still hurting but instead of turning the pain and everything he endured to anger, he uses that pain to help, heal and protect. Silas is aware of the hidden secrets in town, what lurks in the shadows and backgrounds, but he refuses to get involved.
Connections:
Leto Herrera (Best Friend) - Silas had known Leto since they were kids. This is the one person he trust. Silas always has his back, he considers Leto a brother and family. He would do anything to protect his friend. They also bring out a the fun side of him that Silas had thought he had lost a long time ago.
Henry Cohen (Exes) - Both knew what they have was never deep, it was fun and when it ended they were still friends. There is still a good bond and friendship between the two of them and someone who Silas has their back.
Knox Marquis (FWB) - These two have a understanding that what they have between each other is just physical and there is no emotional tie at all. Silas respects his boundaries and they respect Silas.
Fior Anker (Growing Friendship) - They met in a grief support group. Silas has respect for Fior, the male had also lost his wife and child. So Silas understands that pain, they both understand that pain that many do not. Silas looks out for the other making sure he eats. Fior having someone who looks out for since he is the one that always looks out for others.
Liesl aurora Schneider (FWB) - In a way these two understand each other and understand loss. Their connection is only physical and not deep.
enemies - People that hate or dislike Silas for whatever reason. Due to his friendship, connections, etc.
Wanted Connections:
Late Wife Family - These are his late wife family members, some of them might hate and dislike Silas because they believed that he influenced her to cut herself off from her family. Also due to grief they directed the blame to him
The past is the past (History mainly for male characters) - Silas had a past history with this person and it was complicated and this was before get got with his late wife. There was almost something there a spark but that spark went out before there was a fire.
Brotherly Bond - Silas older twin brother. They have a strong bond and they have always had Silas back.
There's no water nearby; a mistake of theirs really. They were careless about that. At least, they know Grayson has their back. They'd already saved Mingi before when they'd been unable to use their voice. Last time the siren had felt that vulnerable had been the reason they'd left New Orleans in the first place. They hate feeling like that; especially as someone who's an EMT. It just doesn't sit well with them.
"Thanks. The heat is nice. But don't worry, my voice—" They pause, it's not that it's a big secret, but more that they don't like how they can never tell if their voice influenced people around them. "it's strong enough to make really old supernaturals comply." There's something in their tone, like this ain't something to be proud about, but at least, it's useful.
Grayson knew everyone had their secrets and he had his. So he would never force anyone to share at all. He felt like his friend had something that they did not want to share at all and that was fine. He was glad when they told him. "Wow, that's amazing but I can imagining that it can make you a target," he spoke softly as he grabbed a container filled with water and handed it to him. "People are after you because of it right?".
"I have yet to discover why people want me dead..." he sighed knowing he must have something.
Cassidy just rolled her eyes as she heard his response. She took him back towards his office after locking the door behind them to collect her thoughts. She finally slapped him across the face after dropping his hand before answering him back, "Risk me getting hurt? Grayson, are you fucking listening to yourself? You realize you leaving hurt me and even after you left I was still hurt a couple months ago at the jazz festival. I am just thankful someone was around to save me from the zombies or I probably would not be here. I guess what I am saying is you cannot protect me even if you think you can." Once she was done with what she had to say she moved to sit on his desk as if was any other day.
Grayson was not surprised by the slap at all after they were in his office. The shop owner deserved it and was in a way kinda expecting it for sure. He could not imagine what Cassi was feeling and if he was in her shoes, he would be angry and so pissed off. Gray sighed heavily as she sat down after she spoke and he slowly walked toward her and place his hand on the side of his face. Two color eyes looking into hers for a moment before he spoke. "I am so sorry I was not there for you," he spoke feeling heartbroken hearing all that and wishing he never left. He had no choice, when she refuse to leave with him he thought she would be safer in town with him gone. "Are you okay?" he asked softly remembering and removing his hands.
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where: westbank
Ric had not been an easy target. The opportunity had been too open for Elias to ignore, but he knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Of all the things Elias thought of Deathrunners, he would not make the mistake of seeing them as weak. He needed a second set of hands, and he needed them to be the hands of an outsider- someone to muddy the water. If he took one of the Lightless he risked falling into habit and leaving a signature. Life as Elias lived it had not come without a wealth of information; incredibly useful, when the right piece of information could be pulled about the right witch for the job. Grayson Ardent.
The shop they were in was in rough condition, destroyed plaster and cracked concrete floors; abandoned, he imagined, in the wake of Katrina, and deep in Nameless territory. Even with Grayson the fight had been rough- all the practice sparring in the world could not have prepared him for the first real challenging fight he’d taken on in years. Training could only emulate life-or-death so well. When the body finally dropped, he was glad for it. He was exhausted; black shirt stuck to his skin with sweat, huffing, and his knee twinged. He’d smashed into Ric’s face earlier. There was blood in his hair. Impossibly, he felt like he could do it ten times over.
Did he disobey a direct order? Yes.
Was he confident that he would get away with it? Fairly.
“Congratulations Mr. Ardent. We survived.” He offered aloud after catching his breath, grinning. He crouched to swipe his knife from where it’d slid to earlier, wiping the blade on his dark pant leg before flipping it shut. It’d need to be cleaned properly later, but for now it was enough to not be left behind. “I know you’re not one of us, but we’ve done a good thing. He was dangerous.” They were all dangerous, that’s the game. He stood and stepped toward the body, shoes clicking, “May he find peace in Death. Unfortunately, the work's not done until he can’t come back.”
"Which is good, it would be a shame if one of us died," he spoke as he titled his head to the side as he looked at the body before looking around. His voice was cold, empty and hollow and in a way hard to explain. Grayson Ardent was a man with a secret that no one knew about, not even Grayson knew about it and that secret was that he had a second personality G which was born from trauma and took over as a way to protect Grayson. G main goal was protecting his main personality, he did not care about anything else and will do whatever to protect Grayson no matter if meant causing trouble and war. He will do everything in his power to protect Grayson.
"Why do I feel like you yourself are even more dangerous in some ways," he spoke looking at Elias. G unlike Grayson was very untrusting, he did not trust the male with him. "I will be honest and say I don't care if we did a good thing or not," he added which was the truth. Morals did not matter to G. "When you are ready, I can finish it. Turn everything to ash that nothing can come back from or if you still have final words."
Seeing Grayson was in some way was a good thing in her eyes, yet deep, down, inside she really was hurt by the way he left without telling her. Yes they had a deep, meaningful, conversation on why if given the chance she would not leave New Orleans. She had family and friends who were here including her business which was branching out starting to do more events throughout the state along with country. Hearing him say her name made her sigh and she did her best to get away without saying anything more to him.
She looked down as he grabbed her hand moving to face him, "Talk about what exactly?" The human was not wanting to let go of the hand of the witch, it still was so warm and inviting which she missed.
Grayson sighed, there was emotions in his eyes, his two different color eyes as he looked at her. He witch felt that she was hurt for sure when he left and he had no choice. There was no way he could stay because if he had stayed there was a chance she would have been in danger. If Cassi got hurt because of him, he would not be able to forgive himself. It was destroy him. "I am sorry that I left you," he spoke voice soft and filled with honesty.
"There was no way I could force you to leave with me and I could not stay because If I did it would risk getting you hurt," he spoke looking into her beautiful eyes.
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