Kaanerdcgan​:

ikarosxtheoinos​:

Ikaros sipped his drink idly as the man reached across the bar and left a tip, generous, considering that it was absolute free fall everywhere else. It would have been easy to drench the other man in a similar scene, see what was necessary to push him towards similar fits of madness but decided instead that he appreciated the man’s candor. He’d looked terrified but that was the only real sane reaction to the display that Ikaros was putting on, the kobalos had wanted his arrival in town to be defined. This worked well for that. Somehow he doubted that those who attended the bar on this particular Saturday night would ever forget the fit of madness that had overtaken them. 

“Do you want to check?” Ikaros quirked a brow at Silas and canted his head in the direction of the bartender. He wasn’t about to go check himself, he also didn’t really know, if Ikaros had to guess, he’d say maybe a concussion. Someone fell from the second floor and crashed through a table not far behind Ikaros, as if to punctuate some bizarre display of scenic madness. Ikaros shook his head, as if in some display of disbelief, “This is a mad house, I’d be careful, there might be something in the water.” 

A daunting smirk had crept onto Ikaros’ features as he turned to examine the display around him, the police would be here soon, the man would slip away quite soon after their arrival. Still, it was fun, and most of what these people had experienced was pleasurable. Though there was also pain, Ikaros always had to mix both. “You live in town?” Ikaros asked easily before he peppered in some easy lies, “I just got here, this isn’t what I was expecting.”

He immediately began to shake his head in disagreement. There wasn’t much the incubus really wanted to know beyond the necessary to get through the rest of this night without incident. Checking on the bartender, talking to a complete stranger— probably not the wisest choices in his lifetime. The more Silas knew of the whole situation, the more likely he would guilt himself into honesty if any questions arose on what he might have seen and he was close to his limit. But there was something magnetic about Ikaros that kept him still in his seat and wondering how this man seemed so untouched. Onyx hues darted towards the chaos that started to unfold behind Ikaros, a tightness forming in his chest, and turned his gaze back to the man’s haunting cerulean stare.

“Guess it's a good thing that this isn’t water,” he quipped, shaking his glass and trying his best to casually smirk back. Senses tingling more with each moment of being surrounded by all the manic energies. The bay had proven itself to be more than interesting when it came to the supernatural hub and that was hardly without notice from Silas, but everything felt so electrified. Sure, strange things were bound to happen when aligning with who sought legends and myths, though this was out of his realm. Each experience such as this only went to reminding him that he had yet to see and learn everything.

Bits of tension clung onto Silas shoulders and the question only added to his anxieties regarding the individual in the seat beside him. “Yeah, a few years now,” integrity, despite the burning in his gut that screamed at him to stay cautious and tread on the waters lightly, “I presume you are new in town then?”

Steven Yeun by Robyn Von Swank (2014)

richiesteele​:

@silaskyun​

His shift at the fire station had ended early and Richie was bored out of his goddamn mind. In his free time, he’d normally find himself hiking along a cliffside or cooling off his heated skin in the Mediterranean but the gloomy day had him feeling all types of weird. So, instead, he decided to visit his pal Silas in that strange little Knick Knack store of his because there was nothing more endearing than tiny figurines on a rainy day. The man in question was helping another customer when Richie entered the store so he busied himself with the small porcelain masks on a hook near the door, trying to resist the urge to interrupt the conversation with a flirtatious remark, if only to watch Silas fluster. But he wasn’t so cruel.

Or maybe he was. 

Letting his fingers roam across the mask’s features, Richie pretended to drop it following the other customer’s exit, letting it purposefully clink against another piece of porcelain mid-air before catching it low to the ground. He grinned wide from his squatted position, glancing up to meet Silas’ eyes when the other rushed over to stop the catastrophe, his efforts utterly futile because it had all just been a ploy to get the attention he desired and man, it worked like a charm. “What, you don’t have faith in me? Thought I’d come in here and wreck your store?” Of course Silas would expect that of him since Richie’s behavior was nothing short of chaotic. But, truthfully, he had a soft spot for fragile things and that much was obvious when he slid the mask easily back onto the hook with gentle fingers. “You know, I may have strong hands but I can be delicate too.” 

There was nothing better than the sound of gentle rain drops hitting the rooftop upon waking, bits of sun trying it’s best to leak through the stormy cloud-lines but not enough to bring much into the incubus’s bedroom. He promised himself he would actually wake up slow this time and not rush into the shop to start on a project, giving time for stretching or a cup of tea before opening. Many of the projects that Silas had been working on were in the mix of compilation, but he was always slightly ahead of schedule. This was mostly due to his ability to lose track of time, finding himself with a dim light on in the back of the shop as the morning sun was starting to peak over the horizon. Most people or even beings had the ability to say they enjoyed their job to that degree. Sure, he needed breaks from the business now and again. That’s when he would close up for days on end and wander, but the rainy season in Corinth kept him snug within the city limits.

When he finally arrived, it was commerce as usual. Phone buzzing as various customers came by to pick up their commissioned pieces, hardly giving Silas much time to notice the werewolf’s face emerge inside. Nor had he realized it was well past lunchtime and he had yet to even ingest anything since breakfast. Once waving goodbye to his regular, charcoal irises landed on the dark brown locks and gave a genuine smirk. Quickly, it seemed, Richie had about lost his grip on one of the priceless pieces and he was quick to rush towards him to prevent the disaster. Though that was typical of him, wanting to help right away only to discover it was another one of the wolves games. He patted his arm playfully and gave a snort, “I have yet to see it, so excuse my assumptions. I don’t know many in your line of work to dabble with both.”

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SEND ME A ✧ AND I’LL BOLD ALL THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

ianthe-moreau‌:

WHO - OPEN

WHERE - Any local bar/club

WHEN - 2/28/2020

@corinthbaystarters​

Holding her fingers up towards the sky, Ianthe appeared to be attempting to push the moon closer to Venus, squinting her eyes. Ianthe tilted her head back, blowing a billowy halo of smoke above head, “Venus and the moon are kissing.” Ianthe spoke to the space around her, to the walls with ears and the shadows who took solace in the dimly glowing ally that she had. “Smoke?” She asked before her death Ianthe would have never picked up a cigarette, but now- it seemed trivial- it wouldn’t be what killed her anyway.

“Aphrodite and Selene, correct?” Silas asked, only having come more into contact with the Greek gods as he had moved closer to the Mediterranean area. Some of it was still new to him and he hid that fact, only what he actually was. He nodded at the offer, “Yes, thank you.” His voice soft— warm even as he took the cigarette from her hand and lit it. Silence settling over them as they each looked up at the night sky, both clearly in their own mindscape.

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. 

gabrielxnikephoros‌:

Gabriel huffed out a laugh, “No, no. We’re starting an all out tea war between the owners, Silas. Think big, babe.” He waved his hand in the direction of Tranquilitea. “These two shops have literally hated each other since Anxietea popped up. Don’t ask me why, or how, or what happened, but I live for this kind of petty shit. You can’t tell me you’re not excited.”

Silas had to admit, it would be an interesting time seeing the two shops in a panic while he sipped his tea from in front of his shop and acting as if he had no idea. “Alright, I’ll give you that much,” he hated to say when Gabriel was right about something, but the moment called for it, “But I’m ignoring your request, how did you find you hear about them having beef? There is no way you don't know a little.”

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​

✧

SEND ME A ✧ AND I’LL BOLD ALL THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

gabrielxnikephoros‌:

“You, of course,” Gabriel flashed a smile in the other’s direction, glancing away from Silas after a moment so he could actually turn and see what was in the other’s store. It hadn’t taken long for the incubus to decide that he was definitely going to be dragging the other into all sorts of trouble. It had begun some sort of unruly friendship between the two, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the company of Silas. “When are you closing up shop? I think I promised to show you an even better time tonight than like…last week’s night. This one involves a tea recipe stealing scandal.”

“You had me at tea recipe, but started loosing me at stealing scandal,” the fellow cubi said without much conviction, but held onto a curious expression. The last so-called adventure left Silas setting up ground rules for what Gabriel was allowed to toss him into, along with some warning so he could behave accordingly. “And I’ve got a client in a half hour picking up a table, so fortunately for you— I close up shop after that,” a slight grin fluttered back onto Silas’s lips at the idea of what he could be stepping into. For once the unknown gave him more sense of excitement than total dread, a quality that his new friend was the root cause of.