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antoniagrcgor‌:

She looked over the prints that Silas held. Her gaze focused intensely on the image to try and ignore her father’s eidolon standing behind her. He spoke in rapid German like Eden’s snake. She shook her blonde head + swallowed. “Sehr schön.” Very beautiful. She looked up and made eye contact with the eidolon. Her eyes darted back to Silas. “My uncle’s place hs very bare walls. How much for the lot?” A shakey smile cracked on her pale lips. She left the house today in such a hurry she forgot the paint her lips with her signature color, crimson red. 

“Thirty for the small prints and forty-five for the larger,” watching her eyes as they darted around the room, knowing she was acknowledging the creatures that wanted nothing more than everyone to suffer. For the most part, the cubi had been ignoring them and tried to keep his attention on his old friend. Especially when his obsession and paranoia was tied fiercely to the emerald scale that Silas kept safely in his pocket, “And I’m sure I’ve got some frames in the back that would fit. No charge, of course. They are practically free at every sale, some even from other prints that didn’t really go with them.”

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​

kasandrarosales​:

“Gabriel believes that it’s suicide. He made that rather clear in… not so many words.” He had apologized in his own way, yet the harshness of her closest confidante’s words still rang true within the succubus’ mind. Not due to the vitriol, but rather because they weren’t unfounded in their assertion. “I know him well enough that he will always be overly protective, it’s a two way street as they say. Which is why I would rather ask you.” Kasandra and Silas were decent friends, yet they did not keep one another in metaphorical bubbles like she did with the ancient incubus. “As an outside, third party friend, what would you give as advice to me about this shifter situation?” @silaskyun​

Advice. It had been awhile since someone had actually come to him for that and it was hard not to look at Kasandra with a bit of surprise, onyx hues looking over her features for a read on her mood. “Are you sure you want to ask me?” the fellow cubi held a curious expression, along with all the classic signs of disbelief, “I mean, I think it's been well over two decades since the embers of my love life officially went out.” But that wasn’t the only factor throwing a wrench in the state of affairs that led to Gabriel’s reaction— the fact that it was a shifter had. Aphrodite could be so cruel, testing us to see how far one might go for a chance at love and be loved in return.

melissacoopers‌:

The walk from the Garden to Knick Knack was a familiar one, usually made monthly by a restless woman, looking to once again rearrange the things in her shop like it meant anything. It was something to keep her hands busy and her mind clear, at least. 

What had caught her eye was a charcoal figure of a woman, faceless, with flowers at her feet. Melissa was drawn to figures of women, something she was sure Silas had picked up at this point. “Just the usual, apparently, Silas,” she called to him, looking over her shoulder at the familiar face. There was something about the quiet of the shop and of Silas that helped calm her normally buzzing mind. “Time to redecorate again. Things have been getting dull. How have you been here? I still offer my services to help you rearrange too if you like.” Really, she just wanted to poke around his things even more than she did as a customer. Silas felt a bit like a puzzle to her sometimes.

More often than not, Silas was one to refuse help when it came to such minimal things as his shop. He knew that it could use a more delicate touch, a fresh mind that hadn’t had to do the daily things that a shop like this required, but the cubi still refused. Melissa had become more than just a regular to him, but someone he actually enjoyed as far as company goes. She never seemed to pry for more information and was just generally curious about the life of each trinket before reaching its spot on the shelf. Maybe that was part of the reason Silas still refused. He hardly wanted to slip up on what he truly was, but a different feeling struck him. The feeling of being rude, the thought that it might be even stranger not to allow a kind offer. Especially when it had been given half a dozen times. “Things have been pleasant,” he answered casually, “Weather has been fairly forgiving during my hunts and I couldn’t really ask for more.” For a moment he skirted around the topic of rearranging, trying to find the right words to accept her offer without sounding at least a little desperate. “I can smell spring, which I assume is the direct cause of your own refresh? I suppose it couldn’t hurt to have a little help with my own.”

Do you like what you are?

Silas: Like is a very strong word. Accepted is probably the more accurate way of saying it and I don’t think I would go as far as saying I hate what I am either. I have become something for a reason, even if it was completely out of ignorance and eventually I will understand the depth of it all. 

calidavidalis‌:

What: Closed starter

Who: Calida and Silas @silaskyun​

When: March 25, 2020, 6:56 pm

Where: Art Convention

Calida glowered. There were too many people around her, touching her without permission - even if they were just brushing by. She had to be there, though, as an artist and parlor owner. Fire & Brimstone had its own stand, handing out business cards, showing portfolios, and even giving small tattoos for reduced price. 

But she and her employee had been there for a couple hours now, and the witch was growing restless. Leaving the stand in the hands of the other, Lida wandered until she found herself standing in front of a particularly terrible stand. “Are you kidding me?” She muttered to no one in particular before turning to the person beside her. “This is shit. Like, literal shit. You see it, right?”

Conventions were always a good time for Silas to get to see what others around him were doing, where the art styles of present day were headed. Over the years he had more than grown into his own ways, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t adapt here and there depending on the look. Never was he found compromising his work, but it was always nice to make a little extra cash now and then. Especially with his travels. Being a cubi meant that eventually he would have to move again and being an artist? Well, it was hit or miss on paying the bills.

His feet gently moved from one booth to the next, buying pieces when they seemed to fit his shop's particular style or even his. That’s when he heard her, ebony hair still bouncing as her body seemed to tense slightly, and words cold enough to send a chill down the spine. The phrase seemed harsh until Silas actually took a look at the artwork the woman referred to. Clearly something you would find at a children’s craft show, not for acclaimed artists to view and it was hard for him not to choke out a little laugh. “Oh, I see it,” he replied, holding onto a bag with prints from the day and a look on his face that matched the tone, “It’s amazing what people will try and pass as art these days.”

beau-zale‌:

The thing about these “supernatural hub” towns was that they made for good shopping. Crystal shops, elaborate flower places, throw in some new age juice place covered in pagan imagery, throw in a vampire bar and one not so stereotypical shop amongst them  and you have BINGO. The place he’d stepped into now was one of those, a free space kind of place. Local art tourist attraction kind of deal, it was an interesting take on the usual tshirt and shot glass place, he supposed. That kind of thing didn’t interest him so much as all of the secondhand stuff. Not quite a thrift store, but there were certainly antiques and if this gig was more long haul, maybe he’d be back for some of them. That wasn’t what he was there for today though, there were few particular things he picked up from these kinds of places. If only he could find them among all the various knick knacks. @silaskyun​

Spring months always brought in more business to outside shops like his. After months of being locked inside, everyone was desperate to get out and do a little meandering the streets. It didn’t quite guarantee business, but this resurgence gave him the chance to actually get some fresh wears in the window and new artist work looked at. Not to mention all the lack of sleep between the nightmares and emerald scale that never left the cubi’s pocket, having plenty of time to get various objects moved. Dark, puffy circles hung from Silas’ eyes as he heard the chime of the store bell ring and a stranger wandered inside. Immediately he could sense the abundance of magic as he watched the man slink through the isles, eyes darting about as if he was looking for something specific. “Help you find something?” a tone as friendly as he could under the circumstances, exhaustion hanging onto him with a firm grip.

🌟👀👑

🌟 …someone my muse trusts.

    “Ri has my whole trust forever.”

👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust.

    “Safiye, especially with her recent help though I’m sure if she could find a way to curse me she would.” @safiyebasak

👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.

    “Fran for being just so confidently himself as a cubi.” @franciscoamore

🔪

🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past.

    “I don’t know his name, I just know that my hunger was so strong and ravenous that I couldn’t help myself in that moment. It was the first and last time I completely fed, now trying my best to never feed on the same creature.”