This Didn’t Exist When I Was A Kid. I Didn’t Get To See Glenn. I Didn’t Get To See A Fully Formed

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?”

Pandora

Pandora: What is the worst gift you’ve ever received?-chuckles lightly- Oh gosh, I remember my brother’s first attempt at crafting this keepsake box for one of my birthdays and it was— it was truly hideous but he made it from his heart. The color was this puke green and I believe it also had some touches of cherry red. Even the latch didn’t work right, but I smiled anyway.

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​

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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.

noahkramer‌:

who: @silaskyun​ where: silas’ shop

      Noah had seen a ghost. Alright, so it wasn’t a ghost – it was just a man who looked a lot like his father from afar, and nothing like him up close. It had still shaken up Noah’s mind, that was already fragile enough lately, and caused him to search shelter through the next door he could find. Only when he had pushed the door shut with a loud banging sound did he realize he had invaded someone’s shop, and was staring right at the owner’s face, his own pale and frightened. “I’m so sorry.” The moment he realized how abnormal he had been behaving, he transformed his face into a smile. “I just – I thought I saw someone outside and then…” A weak laugh escaped him, and he shook his head as he ran a hand through his hair. “My mind’s playing tricks on me. I didn’t mean to ruin your door.” And he really hoped he hadn’t.

“Nothing I can’t fix,” tinges of surprise still hung in his voice, though the cubi’s expression remained calm as he looked over the stranger. Odd things had always happened around Silas and the shops he had managed to own over the years, so a terrified person running in was truly nothing new. War had allowed him to see more than what he wanted to be familiar with though the cubi knew that he was better off for it. The more Silas knew, the better when it came to life. Growing knowledge about the emerald scale, along with Eidolons vanishing from the streets, Silas was more paranoid than usual but he swallowed it. He moved casually towards him to glance over the door, jiggling the handle once he arrived and shrugged, “Seems fine.” But he couldn’t stop thinking about who— more like what, was outside that caused him to flee in the first place. Charcoal hues peeking outside the pathways to see if anything would come of it, but all he could see were faces of employees happy they were relieved of their evening duties.

celiezmorgan‌:

@silaskyun​ location: knick knack

It wasn’t really like Celie to go to gift shops, but this one seemed to cute to pass up. She had been trying to scope out every store in the city just to see what she could learn from being there. The little bell on the door rang as Celie stepped in, and she gave the owner a little wave. There was nothing right off the bat, but there was always time to learn. As the hunter toured the small room, she couldn’t help but smile. “This place is really cute.”

The storefront hadn’t been open for too long, so it was always a surprise whenever someone actually decided to mosey in. It gave Silas the chance to show off local artists and hopefully get a few other pieces out the door with the interactions. Trinkets, masks, custom furniture littered every inch of the shop, yet all had its own unique location. Micro-environments set up to give a different feel depending on the spot stood in and nothing seemed too lost in the madness. Some days he would take out pieces and re-display them later in the season if he noticed there weren’t any bites, a fun habit Silas started when the thought of eternity really set in. “I appreciate it,” a small grin and delicate head nod as arms found a home on the counter-top, “and so do the other artists.”

lucysgreen‌:

A look: oversized t-shirt, yesterday’s jeans, yesterday’s make-up– all of that paired with some very fashionable puffy red eyes she could not have been bothered to cover. The girl hadn’t even remembered to put on her shoes as she stormed out of the building and ran until her feet felt wet sand under them.

It was odd. The ocean had never before offered her any kind of comfort whatsoever. Not until coming to Corinth Bay, anyways. But now she found herself at its shore whenever she felt like there was nowhere else to go. Nowhere else to run. With a deep breath she let the sound of the waves slow down her heart– and she was almost successful until she felt a splash of water hitting her face (mind you, one that clearly did not come from the ocean’s nature itself).

Lucy gave an audible gasp and then a loud and irritated: “Will you stop that?!” directed to the source.

@corinthbaystarters​

At times, Silas found himself seaside listening to the waves crashing right below his feet. Sketchbook in hand with a large bag of different artists' tools depending on his mood, drawing anything that interested him or came into his mind. Sometimes it was the water itself, other times it was the various faces that could be found making their way across the gulf’s drift wood and pieces of shells. It was a chance to get away from his shop and find new inspiration in the people that called Corinth their home, along with the many visitors that appreciated its allure.

That was when she appeared— hair catching light giving it hints of crimson and gold. The woman had also seemed out of place. Not in the sense that she didn’t belong around the bay, just that she almost didn’t seem to know what exactly she was running to. More that she had to run from something. The cubi began to sketch her, entranced by her presence until he heard her shout at the water tides with all her might. Expression changed within moments and he attempted to sketch that, too. Charcoal hues glanced up and back down at his paper, trying not to seem too obvious with his movements as he wanted to keep capturing her naturally. A tool he often used when evading the North Korean army during the war, drawing them without even realizing he had been feet away the entire time.

kieratandanu‌:

       Kiera was proud of what she had achieved with KiKi’s. She often wished her father was still alive to see her open her own restaurant and succeed with it, but it wasn’t a possibility anymore, so she kept to just being proud on her own. “Yeah,” she confirmed, nodding a little. “It’s a small restaurant. I prepare all kinds of foods and change the menu every day. From Greek to Chinese you can get pretty much everything at my place. You should stop by some time.”

“I will,” he stated firmly, making a note mentally that it was important. Supporting locals was a quality instilled in the cubi long before he had to call himself one, the Kyun family always doing their part however they could. Dining at small businesses that started from the ground, purchasing directly from artists instead of big chains, sticking with artisans had always led to a better community all around. “What’s on the menu tomorrow?” a genuine grin and interest in his tone.