Silaskyun - Blemished.

giovannixrusso‌:

A festival. Perhaps Gio might have deemed it quaint or even a bit droll were the streets not positively littered with half-naked citizens. A tribute to Dionysus indeed. Unfortunately, he hadn’t come to partake in the exuberant festivities so much as he had to undertake some recon whilst senses fell prey to inebriation. “Silas, isn’t it? The owner of Knick Knack? Don’t worry, I’m not here to sell you something. Quite the opposite.” @silaskyun

Gently moving his mask upon his forehead, Silas gave the man a quizzical look as stated his name and purpose. It wasn’t odd that he had at least heard of him or the shop, but the lead into the conversation had the incubus put on edge. Though, he had to admit that the last few weeks had already placed him there— “Yeah? Then what exactly can I help you with?”

waeteeth‌:

“There ye are, thought ye’d never show up.” Normally Jamie didn’t really have a problem telling people to fuck off, but it was too early in the night to start anything. The woman who’d been chatting him up at the bar, he’d completely ignored her to sidle up to a stranger who’d just walked through the bar. A stranger who smelled of sawdust and amber, something smooth and sweet. Interesting enough to keep around for the moment if he didn’t completely scare him off. Which wouldn’t be completely unreasonable, he would be beyond miffed if someone had pulled the same thing on him. Unless-

“Play along for fifteen minutes an’ I’ll buy ye literally whatever ye want.” @silaskyun​

The night had really only just started for the young cubi when the dark haired man slid up next to him. Typically it would be Gabriel, ready to get him into another round of trouble, but the accent didn’t match. Well, actually height had seemed to be the only thing that matched as Silas’ charcoals caught the strangers seafoam hues. Younger and carried an energy about him that screamed disorderly. Along with the accent— a sound that Silas hadn’t spent much time around and he racked his brain on where to place it. Irish, maybe? The United Kingdom area seemed to be on the right track as his eyes scanned him before catching eye on a tattoo around their collarbone. “Fine,” he agreed as he put on a smile and acted as though he had known this stranger for years, “Sorry, ran a little late tonight. You must not have gotten my text.”

giovannixrusso​:

Humanity came with a variety of weaknesses that supernatural beings intended to exploit, but it also provided what might be considered the greatest weapon of all: being mistakenly underestimated. What he lacked in witchy voodoo powers, he made up in precise intelligence, meticulous plotting, and his own brand of charm. “It most certainly has been. Hope you weren’t avoiding me after our little chat.” He did like the other man, for what it was worth. Call it an indescribable magnetism which drew Giovanni in, but he also had a job to be done. “I’m actually still curious about something. Has anyone come to show or sell you a candle lately? It wouldn’t be a mundane thing; kind of old and ostentatious.” 

“I’m too much a creature of habit to avoid anyone,” which was mostly true when in places that felt comfortable enough to not consistently be ready to run. That was a quality that Corinth had provided, even with the recent displays of unrest and painful occurrences, Silas had yet to think that he was time to move. On top of it all, he had worked diligently to get the brick and mortar operation functioning in the bay. “A candle—” eyebrows furrowing slightly. It wasn’t often that anyone actually sold him a candle on purpose. Typically they were found in old dresser drawers that hadn’t been cleaned up, locked wooden boxes that hadn’t been touched in years, and the incubus’s onyx irises locked onto Giovanni, “Got a little more detail than that? Maybe color, even what it could have been accompanied with?”

There he was again— Giovanni, the cubi remembered as a sigh fell from his lips before the man entered his establishment. It wasn’t that he didn’t fully like the guy, well, actually Silas could truly say that something about the human rubbed him a strange way. The presence and aura around him caused a bubbling within Silas’s gut, though he wasn’t exactly sure what that meant for the cubi in the grand scheme of things. After all, Giovanni didn’t hold as much power as someone such as himself but that had never stopped mortal’s from wreaking havoc when they felt the desire to. “Why, hello Giovanni. Long time no see,” a warm tone given the feeling that crept into his belly as their eyes met, “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” A relaxed pause as he leaned lightly on the front counter, listening to the graceful footsteps coming towards him, “What can I do for you this evening?”

@giovannixrusso​

Several days had gone by with the curse lifted, but Silas was still showing hints of fatigue. Nightmares had dissipated into solid REM sleep, though the incubus’s body had yet to fully recover. He kept the shop closed for those days, placing a sign for anyone that came by that read “temporarily closed due to illness”, and stayed huddled up in his loft just above. Guilt swiftly crawled into the sheets as he slumbered. The scale had plagued him, changed his core moral compass to something the cubi had never expected nor fully realized. Not until Safiye had ripped it from his grasp to pulverize it, bits of jade and emerald dust fading into nothingness. When he woke, all Silas could think about was his fellow incubus and the way he had treated someone he considered a close friend. Lies and for what reason? An object and a false sense of doing a good deed? Hardly the path the Kyun was known to walk and it showed in the way Gabriel believed him.

The smell of books permeated his nose as the cubi slunk into the library, peeking around each corner in hopes to find the fellow cubi working his usual shift. A text was too impersonal for an apology, charcoal hues bouncing around the room until chocolate locks were seen and Silas made his way over. “Hey—” his usual warm grin and eyes that actually looked as though there was life behind them, “Got a break soon?”

@gabrielxnikephoros​

kaanerdcgan​:

open starter taking place at acanthus mollis @corinthbaystarters

People were interesting most of the time. The way they moved about as if nothing was wrong with the world intrigued him. They were surely blinded by how charming the people that desperately wanted to take advantage of that were. His own boyfriend had been blinded, but he would never lump Elias in with the rest. No, he was one of a kind. Everyone else though? They were just naive. As he walked into the nearby flower shop that happened to be across the street from his funeral parlor, he looked around for a moment before turning to the nearest body. “What flowers do you think a child would want at their funeral. Mother says daisies, but that sounds pretty fucking stupid, doesn’t it?”

Most of the cubi that Silas knew only held some similar qualities to himself, which was fine given the differences between backgrounds and where everyone was from. All older than himself as the line of their kind seemed to diminish over time, making them more and more rare. That’s why he tried to make friends when he discovered they, too, had been changed or crossed the wrong god. “I suppose I understand the color choice— white, innocence and all that,” giving the mother some benefit of doubt, even if Kaan always saw the more cynical side of life, “Those camellia look nice or maybe the freesia?”

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund (via wordsnquotes)

gabrielxnikephoros‌:

“Silas, you have to pretend to be a little excited. Don’t give me that look – or I’ll invite Safiye instead and let you watch through your little shop window.” He waved a hand in the direction of Pandora’s Lore, smiling a little at the other cubi. Gabriel sighed dramatically and pulled himself up onto the counter, “A half hour? What do you expect me to do while I wait? Dust your shelves? My hands are far too delicate for that kind of work, darling.”

“You and I both know that’s an empty threat or you would already be at her doorstep,” the fellow cubi retorted with a chuckle, this hardly being the first time something similar fell from Gabriel’s lips when Silas didn’t seem as thrilled as he anticipated. By this time, to his friends dismay, the cubi had fully intended on going along with any plan. He had just grown to love ruffling Gabriel’s feather’s and learning more about him through the reactions. “And I’m sure you can find a way to entertain yourself for a measly half hour— you have made it this long, after all,” a bit of a devious grin emerged onto Silas’ face as his charcoal hues peer at his friend, “What was it like being the first human being, anyway? You’re what— one hundred and ninety thousand now?”

Get to know the people in my muse’s life.

fiery-witch‌:

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Send me a symbol and I’ll tell you about…

🌟 …someone my muse trusts. 💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart. 💕 …someone my muse loves.  😒 …someone my muse hates. 🔥…someone my muse would die for. 💀 …someone my muse would kill for. 👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend. 💘 …someone my muse has a crush on. 🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past. 👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust. 💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires. 👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore. 😉 …someone my muse has had sex with. 💋 …someone my muse used to date. 😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh. 👪 …someone in my muse’s family. 👑 …someone my muse is jealous of. 👊 …someone who hates my muse. 👫 …someone who has a crush on my muse. 👌 …someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget. 🍓…someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet. 👰 …someone my muse would consider marrying.

“#” to leighton pls

Silas: Do you by chance know anything about bats? — five minutes later — Silas: Not because of you being a vampire or anything. Just because I have a little family of them living in my attic and could use some advice.