the Wailing Spirit

Sean Cassidy. Banshee, Screech, whatever. [XMFC, pre-Cuba; multi-verse. Independent blog, open for any & all roleplay; brought into modern times] tag with wailingspiritbanshee

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The weird things you find when you search for Caleb on Instagram.

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More of Caleb for WAD magazine. And no, I have no idea when (or if) we’ll ever see the final shoot.

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Caleb for WAD magazine, part 3

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guilty ginger pleasures | caleb landry jones

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the ultimate ginge → caleb landry jones

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Caleb Landry Jones in the New York Times’ T Magazine men’s fashion issue. Photographed in Cannes by Peter Lindbergh. [x]

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[okidokie guys, my Arthur is home so I'm hopping back onto Eames for a bit. Like if I owe <3] 

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Alex let out a slight groan at the kiss, placing his hands on Sean’s sides and pulls on his shirt.  Wanting to show that it needed to be removed now and that he wasn’t going to wait any longer.

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Sean grinned slightly. “Eager—” He muttered against the other’s lips, pulling off his shirt. Damn those freckles— 

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Alex smirked and nodded his head.  ”Yeah, I am eager.” He growled playfully against the other’s lips after the shirt was removed, taking off his own.

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The redhead laughed and pushed Alex back towards the bed. “Been ‘oldin’ out, ‘aven’ ye?” Now was not the time to pretend to be American as he kissed his boyfriend needily. 

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Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged and stumbled back towards the bed that was behind him.  ”What have I been holding out for?’ He teased softly before his voice was caught in his throat and kissed him back.

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Sean pushed his boyfriend onto the bed, climbing on top of him. 

Another kiss, he straddled the other's hips. His hands were on Alex's chest, raking his nails down the bare flesh. 

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( Finally! He immediately left the other’s mind, exhaling deeply and almost lifelessly leaning back against the wall. That… had been incredibly difficult… But it was worth it. )

Ha…haha. Don’t think you and the rest are the only one’s training.

( A stupid attempt at lightening the mood, but it was true. Charles had yet to unlock his own potential. It was just more difficult to actually train himself considering it would require using others. ) 

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*Sean takes a moment-- but hell, he looks grateful* 

...Charles, I-- thank you-- so much, I-- *He doesn't know what else to say, or any other way to really express his gratitude.* that was awesome. *and he grins. He wouldn't have asked for help, so he's more than happy that Charles took it upon himself to get in there and fix the problem*

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Alex let out a slight groan at the kiss, placing his hands on Sean’s sides and pulls on his shirt.  Wanting to show that it needed to be removed now and that he wasn’t going to wait any longer.

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Sean grinned slightly. “Eager—” He muttered against the other’s lips, pulling off his shirt. Damn those freckles— 

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Alex smirked and nodded his head.  ”Yeah, I am eager.” He growled playfully against the other’s lips after the shirt was removed, taking off his own.

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The redhead laughed and pushed Alex back towards the bed. "Been 'oldin' out, 'aven' ye?" Now was not the time to pretend to be American as he kissed his boyfriend needily. 

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*Caleb wasn’t about to let this man get rid of him— which meant taking control of Sean again; he managed to get to his feet— but damn that telepath—*

Let. Us. Go. *A think Louisiana drawl, and nothing but venom from his words* Stop it! *He knows he can use the scream and he’s not afraid to, if Charles doesn’t give in to his demands*

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( Charles ignored the commands, and took a deep breath. As the stronger force, he takes control of Sean and pushed the foreign presence’s reach away from the boy’s active state of mind. He knew what the other presence was going to do, no doubt. In a quick motion, he sent a wave of pain to the other, muttering an apology. This was to distract both minds and deal with things accordingly. Hopefully having separated them, he continued to disassemble the thought as quickly as possible, though, as this was the first time doing so, some residue would be left behind. )

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*There was a cry from both-- Caleb fights with everything he's got, but he's no match for Charles's telepathy.* 

*Granted, the ordeal is taxing-- but what remains afterwards is hardly worth anything. When Charles has finished, there are no signs of Caleb being there, and the traces of him being there are minimal at best. (little flashes of memories, how he destroyed Sean's room, or the little book he'd written a viciously bloody plot in--)*