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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.”

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 Asian-American person on my television, where you could say, “That dude just belongs here.” Kids, growing up now, can see this show and see a face that they recognize. And go, “Oh my god. That’s my face too.

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sanemvidalis​:

Where: Knick Knack Who: @silaskyun​

How long had she been in the shop? Five minutes? Ten, fifteen? Sanem couldn’t even properly remember when she had actually entered the shop, nor what she was even looking for. Perhaps it was one of those ‘you’ll know it when you see it’ kind of moments. But she’d entered the store on a whim, and now was lost among the various items on tables and shelves. Maybe she should have accepted the help offered in the beginning, maybe she would have already found something and been on her merry way. Was there a proper etiquette for shopping within a store? Had she exceeded the normal browsing time? “Shoot —,” the word had slipped out of its own accord, lower lip soon enough sucked in between teeth as her gaze lifted to find the store employee.

Some came in with thoughts on exactly what they wanted to acquire, others just like to browse around the shop until the item they didn’t realize they needed jumped out at them. It never mattered much to Silas either way and found pleasure in both kinds of individuals. He could hear objects being rummaged through, picked up and placed back down, then a small huff of frustration. That was his que, onyx hues gliding towards the customer in time to see her own shifting towards his and gave her a soft grin. “Doing alright?” a blanket question just to get a feel for the situation at hand, not wanting to assume that the wanderer had possibly damaged one of the pieces. Could just be having a hard time pinning down an inkling, it was a fairly frequent occurrence and the Kyun loved using those opportunities to get to know his guests.

gabrielxnikephoros​:

Gabriel had idly wondered how Silas had fared during the entire ordeal, though the other incubus had drifted from his mind after their argument. He’d told himself that he didn’t need to take care of the other cubi in the city, not when he had his own issues to deal with – and with the exception of Kasandra. Fran, Silas, and Chris were going to have to just deal. Though that didn’t mean he didn’t care, it was just difficult for him to maintain any kind of balance in his personal life. 

The sound of Silas’ voice only made him frown, the usual joy he felt seeing the other somewhat tampered by their last conversation. Setting the book down, he looked at his friend, “Being one of the only librarians here, I can take a break whenever I want.” He flipped the little sign around on the desk to say “on break,” looking at the other incubus expectantly. “Do you need something?”

Being ruthless and unfeeling was never in Silas’s dna. Even after all these years, along with the transition into an incubus, it was hard for him to altogether let go of the person he was in the past. He felt that now more than ever as the guilt was more prominent than before, charcoal irises locking onto Gabriel’s solemn expression, and gave him an empathetic look in return. Gabe wasn’t the one that had lied or acted out of his usual ways, Silas had. Now that the Kyun was mostly back to himself, bags still present under his eyes even with all the sleep, it was easy for him to stick with the path of patience. “I just want to apologize for the way I acted and treated you,” the words came out smooth and heartfelt. It wasn’t hard for him to admit when he had behaved in the wrong fashion, to confront the issue and take accountability, “A friend should never be treated so poorly.” Silas allowed the silence to take over from there, not wanting to add more onto what should be simple. He had overstepped his boundaries once and it was now in Gabriel’s hands to either forgive or keep their divide. How things had been since the two parted ways was hardly any of the fellow cubi’s concern and the destruction of the scale was information he would only give if asked.

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​

ikarosxtheoinos​:

@silaskyun​

The club was alive and Ikaros felt as if he was having an out of body experience, he’d locked eyes with just about everyone on the dance floor. Slowly, the writhing bodies pressed in the club were turning ugly, a fight broke out after a couple of guys started getting into it. Each side imagined slights from the other as Ikaros toyed with the a few auditory and visual hallucinations. A bartender felt someone’s drink hit their face and with a practiced ease, Ikaros triggered a tactile illusion to simulate the cold sting of the ice and whatever else was in the glass. A girl slapped some guy and called over her boyfriend after she swore he’d grabbed her from the back, there was a heated dispute between a group of guys, another individual crying in the corner as everyone teamed up against them. 

Ikaros was having fun. Whatever enjoyable and predictable scene might have typically transpired on a Saturday night was something else entirely. Anarchy. Someone jumped over the bar and started throwing bottles across the room before security was lifting them back over, bodies were hitting the ground, people were weeping and running and laughing and fornicating. It hadn’t taken much, not really. People see what they needed to see and madness could follow. 

The kobalos sat at the bar, inconspicuous and barely noticeable, except perhaps that he was the only person who appeared even remotely sane. He met eyes with some good looking guy who looked terrified, Ikaros hadn’t afflicted him with any illusions but - was he casting some of his own? Ikaros was old, he remembered when the cubi were much more numerous than what numbers remained now. Still handsome, but maybe not as striking as Ikaros had initially thought. “Afraid you’re probably going to have to make your own drink,” the bartender hit the floor and Ikaros tilted his glass towards Silas, “don’t think you’re getting served tonight.”

The only time the incubus really found himself inside a club was when he had pushed himself to the limits of his hunger— starving and looking for easy prey. Random strangers off the street seemed to always lead him into tricky situations and the inebriated ones hardly knew their soul had been tainted. They blamed it on the liquor or whatever drug they had ingested, leaving Silas in the clear. That’s why he hung onto the sidelines more often than not, playing mysterious, just to see if he could lure any of them in without having to try for it. This allowed him to keep an eye on his surroundings, watch the crowd and how they moved. Most importantly, if any of them were actually just wolves in sheep’s clothing.

But this was a whole different sequence entirely. Disorder and havoc had seemed to take over every inch, making it burdensome to pick out his dinner. He watched as an argument over a woman ensued, her drink hitting the floor while the man Silas assumed she was supposedly there with planted a beer bottle on the others head. Next sight was the bartender who seemed to be wrestling with some of his own issues, droplets of liquid still making their way down his face before he suddenly hit the floor.

A petrified look crept onto the cubi’s face before he noticed a man clearly sizing him up. Silas wondered how long he had actually been watching him, realizing then that the stranger was really the only one that appeared to act, well, normal. That sure added to his curiosity, though the scene around him was just as curious. Even the recent festival now seemed utterly tame, along with his years of watching war and rebellion, and his charcoal irises did their best to capture as much as they could. “I’d say,” rapid head nods, followed by him unhesitatingly reaching for the closest bottle of clear liquor to refresh his drink and placing a few dollars in the bartender's tip jar, “Never seen it like this before.” ‘Never seen this ever,’ he thought as he looked back down at the bartender that was now unconscious, “Think he’s alright?”

🔥💀👻💘

🔥…someone my muse would die for.

    “My sister, my friends and acquaintances, maybe even just for the greater good of humanity.”

💀 …someone my muse would kill for.

    “Same as above, though I don’t really enjoy killing.”

👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend.

    “I don’t truly have a best friend, but I do enjoy Gabriel’s company when he’s not grouchy and putting too much weight on his shoulders.” @gabrielxnikephoros

💘 …someone my muse has a crush on.

    “Richard, but I’m painfully aware that that’s a bad idea.” @richiesteele

🔪

🔪 …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.”

beau-zale‌:

“A real professional, huh?” A smirk graced his lips but Beau didn’t take his eyes off the mentioned jewel in the case. He didn’t care so much for authenticity aside from it being something that would last long. Even in his old age he’d never thought to particularly go for something pricey, it was all about the aesthetic. And frankly, he was a sucker for garnets to begin with. Anything deep in color, rubies, moonstone, that kind of thing had always attracted him. The mentioned piece was definitely ticking all of his boxes, there wasn’t much need for this guy to talk it up, he had eyes. But still, he could appreciate an artisan, somebody who knew what they were talking about. Straightening, he crossed his arms over his chest and just looked at the tired looking man. That festival must have really done a number on him, he wasn’t surprised. Everyone seemed a little worse for wear. Which was truly a pity, he was being robbed of so many attractive faces due to lack of sleep.

 Not like that ever really deterred him.

But still.

Supposed he was, though the incubus wasn’t sure if that’s what he would actually call himself. Skilled, maybe. Trained enough to know the difference between a fake and an item that was actually real, letting the word professional hang in the air. Silas almost liked it, only having heard his father’s clients say those kinds of words but never to him. He had always been the apprentice or looked at as a rookie, someone that tried to sell clutter instead of genuine products and worked hard to drive a wedge between that outlook. Instead of boasting, Silas simply shrugged and continued to unlock the case. A click reverberated as the lock came loose and Silas pulled the ring out of the man to examine. It felt as though the two were meant for each other, the same kind of appeal and charm that complimented without seeming gaudy. “Suits you well,” he stated as a fact, a dreamy grin embellishing the dark circles that hung below his charcoal irises as fingertips passed the item over. Noticing the way the man’s eyes lit up as the ring was gently placed onto his finger, the incubus assumed there was no reason to place it back and started to lock up the cabinet again, “As if it was meant to be, so to speak.”

🌟👀👑

🌟 …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

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.

In the end, always laugh. And do not lose this strange habit of having faith in life.

Daniel C. L.  (via convertions)

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​

leightonhaywood‌:

“Silas?” He’d thought that was the shopkeep who’d passed him earlier, he’d been too busy reading to pay it much thought. The park wasn’t really a park, just a nice spot in public and every so often it was better than taking up space in the coffee shops. He’d tried to avoid them as of late anyways, after the whole ghost incident. Not ghosts, Eidolons, that’s what people were calling them. They were gone now, thanks to the Delphi coven, thanks to the Argos pack. 

If the other had heard him, he hadn’t mustered any form of response, still was making his way to the bench and Leighton followed after him, book tucked back into the bag haphazardly slung over his shoulder. Upon closer inspection, it was no wonder Silas hadn’t paid him much mind. There was an almost vacant look to him, bags beneath his eyes. There was no sign of his usual cheery self, no sign of that almost playful friendly nature. “Si, I don’t mean to be rude, but you look like shit.” Brow furrowed, he stopped in front of the other and crossed his arms over his chest. It felt like he was scolding him, and maybe in a way, he was. But he was far more concerned than anything. 

If his name was being called, Silas wasn’t fully aware of it. Completely consumed by thoughts that all linked themselves to the item he carried close to him and kept walking. He knew better than to assume that the scale would just stop holding onto his curse without some kind of intervention, but the cubi allowing someone to examine it was the furthest thing from his mind. No one else was going to touch it, that was the whole point of him continuing to take the burden on. The whole reason for it still being heavy inside his pocket, the chill of the bench sending shivers up his spine as he took a seat. It wasn’t until then that Silas noticed the creased expression on his friends face and that the incubus was anything but alone. A daze had taken him, charcoal hues showing no signs of cylinders firing and Silas blinked a few times while Leighton’s words sunk in. ‘You look like shit,’ echoed in his brain and all the cubi could do was nod in agreement. He knew he did. “Not rude in the slightest. I do look like shit, don’t I,” words came out slow, as if each one was difficult to pronounce and for a moment he had to make sure they weren’t in Korean, “Haven’t been sleeping very well.” As if that wasn’t apparent, but going into it much further than that didn’t seem right when he hadn’t been asked. Last thing he wanted was to distress the vampire anymore than he already looked.

Knick Knack always attracted many different kinds of people, mostly because the incubus tried to cater to all walks of life. It was the same for anyone looking to sell their artwork and after all these years, Silas had seen just about everything. He noticed each detail and could tell when extra care was taken to design the piece. “The mark of a true craftsman,” he smiled, bits of exhaustion cutting through his tone and moved the ring closer to his eye. Only a few days had passed since the scale had been destroyed, though no matter how much he slept— it just never was quite enough. Running the shop was the only thing pulling him out of bed in the morning, but his strength was coming back slowly. Charcoal hues pulled back as shimmers of the stone danced across his warm expression, “So, what do you think. I have a couple open spots up front that can be personalized to your liking and we can feature your favorites in the window?”

@lenavidalis​

noraxzhao‌:

Every year, Nora intended to dress up for the carnivale, but every year she always showed up like this, in an outfit befitting the weather but otherwise not remotely on-theme as far as the locals were concerned. It didn’t matter, though–she spent the evening with her wife and a steady stream of alcohol that allowed her to maintain a pleasant buzz. And after a few tumultuous weeks, something fun and normal was definitely in order to blow off a little steam. 

“Hi,” she said brightly, then shook Silas’s hand with the one not currently holding a half-full pint of beer. As he lowered the mask, the smile faltered as concern immediately settled in its place. “I– yes, a lot–” She waved off the question about booths and the event itself. “Are you doing okay?”

There was nothing okay with the cubi besides the excitement he felt seeing his work dancing around the festivities on the rare occasion. Swarms of people were in attendance, making it hard to see every piece that was touched by his hand, but when the moment did occur— warmed filled him and for a moment Silas forgot the pure exhaustion that held onto him so firmly. “Yeah, yeah. Just been so busy with the shop, hard to sleep lately,” a bit of a white lie and it was misery inducing to do that to someone like Nora. She had been nothing but a good friend over the span of being in Corinth Bay, especially when it came to helping with the curated items in the shop. That was part of the reasons the cubi had a permanent area to feature her work, along with just being a good soul through and through, “I’m sure after a few drinks while watching the parade will have me falling asleep like a baby.” Or at least he hoped, sporting a friendly grin as he flagged down a woman carrying various wine’s in plastic cups.

franciscoamore‌:

It was a busy time of year when there was any type of festival happening. Francisco had been to his fair share of them in his centuries of living and it was always the best time for him to work his magic. Unfortunately, it was not the same for Silas. The two of them were very different in how they went about surviving and Fran was never one to judge the people he cared about most. Silas had been and still was one of his closest friends. That also meant that he was going to have a very special mask waiting for him. And he was certainly right when the other cubi pulled a neatly wrapped around package out from behind the desk he was at. A slow smile lifted onto his face. “Silas, have I ever told you that I love you? If not, I certainly need to say it more.” He would wait until he got home to open it. Anything from a friend was something he was bound to like. Especially if it was hand-crafted. “What’s your plans for the festival? Got a hot date?”

A gentle scoff came from Silas at the question, trying to remember the last time he even went on a date that didn’t end with him feeding off them after. He wasn’t sure that was even considered a date to anyone but the other party, not giving them any indication that he was interested in them after it was all said and done. Even before the curse, Silas was not known to be the dating type. He was quiet, didn’t flaunt who he was and often didn’t stand out to those who didn’t know him best. Slow kindling was more in the cubi’s wheelhouse and actually finding anything that resembled a relationship had long slipped into the back of his mind. “My plan was to drink casually and watch the chaos,” a tired grin emerged onto his lips as he spoke, taking the compliments tossed his way and trying to hid the flush of his cheeks, “You know by now that hot date and Silas don’t usually find themselves in the same sentence.”

gabrielxnikephoros‌:

Gabriel wasn’t quite sure he believed the other’s excuse, but he had not reason not to take Silas’ words at face value. The other really hadn’t lied to him before, so he didn’t think Silas would start to now. Frowning, even the lights of the carnival couldn’t distract Gabriel enough to focus on what was being said. “I guess…the rosemary tea. It reminds me of how my mother would make it.” He gave a half smile, pointing towards one of the booths, “You want a drink?”

“Definitely,” came from the incubus’ lips a little faster than he originally anticipated, but the exhaustion had him more than off beat. His usual filter that allowed him to actually think before speaking was a bit mangled and all the commotion had Silas’ sensory overloaded. Normally he didn’t drink much other than the occasional sake or cocktail when the moment called for it, charcoal hues bouncing to the booth before heading over with Gabriel, “You aren’t looking too hot yourself, what’s got you anxious?”

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?”

beau-zale‌:

Under those eyebags was probably a beautiful man who worked at the establishment, but at the moment he looked worse for wear than a lot of the souls he dragged around. Current events had really done a number on these people. Beau had to keep from clicking his tongue at the waste. Humming in thought, black lined eyes still looking around the place, he let out a soft “ah” at the sight of the display cabinet. “That, looking for that.” Flicking a black painted nail in the direction of the case, he strode towards it, immediately leaned down to peer at what it had to offer. “You get shit from all the old ass haunted houses, I imagine?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was just musing out loud as he eyed a few rings cushioned in the velvet tray.  Witch’s biting it and leaving behind whole jewelry boxes worth of treasures, that’s what he was in for.

“Mhm.”

Followed by a gentle head nod as he leaned against the shop counter, looking towards the direction of the man and the item he was pointing out, “Or new generations that find the item outdated and don’t understand it’s value.” Though, abandoned or condemned houses were kind of a hot spot for the incubus and the random treasures they could hold. Jewelry was particularly an easy sell, but a difficult find. Fake’s were all over the place and usually took a careful eye, a quality that had taken years for Silas to acquire but it was in the Kyun blood. Each piece within Knick Knack was handpicked, restored, and always of the highest grade. “Spessartine garnet, darkest red and extremely rare. I believe that one came out of a basement in Ostrava? —Kraków maybe? I spent a little time on the border and often forget, but I have the paperwork for authentication purposes,” tone a bit rough, followed by a tired grin as he grabbed for the keys to the cabinet and strode over to get the piece out.

“Wasn’t no harm in him. You’d give him a flower, he’d keep it forever.”

— Linda from Terrence Malick’s “Days of Heaven”

“A familiar face,” the cubi stated as he gently removed his mask to reveal a smile as he came up to the couple. Over his time working with the werewolf on displaying her custom pieces, Silas had heard many lovely things about Nora’s wife and just hadn’t had the chance to meet her. His current state of fatigue was hardly the first impression he wanted to give, but from what he understood of the witch— there was probably no reason to worry over it. Eye bags on full display after another night of unrest, yet the scale was still firmly placed inside his pant pocket. Pulling out a hand to shake, the cubi gave a warm grin and spoke loudly over the crowds, “Seen any fun booths?”

@noraxzhao​

gabrielxnikephoros‌:

“I heard…that Tranquilitea is under the ownership of a shapeshifter who just really fucking likes tea. Then you have the witch at Anxietea who loves the magical brews that do a little more for the person that drinks it. Neither is really better in my opinion, but I’ve also had way too much fucking tea in my life time.” It took Gabriel a few more moments, but he placed his hand against Silas’s chest, “What’s wrong?” He noted the exhaustion that seemed to creep in from the other’s soul – the way he looked far more tired, almost like Kasandra had. 

Waving a hand, Silas tried his best to ignore the topic of his own personal health. He had been on the brink of exhaustion all week and each moment the cubi finally made it into deep sleep, the usual nightmare routine would creep in. There was no way he wanted to talk about it fully, even with the look of pure concern hanging on Gabriel’s face and filling Silas with guilt. “Haven’t fully recovered from the Eidolon’s,” a white lie that he hoped didn’t show through given his current state and tried to change the subject back, “I like Anxietea’s Secret Tea Party blend with the rooibos. You can’t tell me you don’t have a favorite.”

franciscoamore‌:

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Francisco didn’t find himself going to Knick Knack ever, but the frequent feeling of restlessness had him wandering there to see if Silas was okay. He couldn’t be the only one feeling like this, could he? Nevertheless, walking into the store, his eyes darted from trinket to trinket. Was this place often busy? There were a few people in there with him now, but he couldn’t imagine there were crowds of people waiting to buy something. It was nothing against Silas at all. After all, the incubus surely was the best of them all in terms of personality. People were better off running into Silas than they were running into Fran. He was more likely to leave them soulless than the other. Walking up to the other man, he let a smile reach his lips. “So…got any gifts and trinkets to sell me?”

For the span of almost two weeks, Silas had been taking orders in masses for various masks and custom orders to the point that he had actually had to turn down quite a few. Festival season was always busy for the cubi, no matter the country he was in. Months prior had really been when he started prepping, but the recent weeks had made it extremely difficult to stay focused on the tasks at hand. The saving grace in this was a good majority of the pieces that were not special requests were ready for their finishing touches and Silas didn’t need to think much creatively. Though what he did reserve creatively speaking, the cubi made sure it was for those he considered closer to him — or just wanted to impress. “Nothing to sell,” charcoal hues moving from Fran to a section under the cashier desk, “Just to give.” A neatly wrapped package was gently set before them and Silas slid it towards the fellow cubi, “You know, for the festival.”

Steven Yeun for Dazed Korea

🛌 from @kasandrarosales​ take a nap with yours

The only reason Silas knew the days had changed was by the light or darkness he found when his eyes finally opened. Nightmares, regardless of the time the cubi’s eyes finally shut, had been more than brutal and real to the point of needing another to tell him this was reality. Maybe that was why he found himself on Kasandra’s front door — or maybe it had more to do with her actually being able to relate to his issues. As many people as he could got a white lie or two, residual effects of the eidolons and seeing his family like that, though it was truly the emerald scale that ruled every inch of his experiences. He passed the floor of her entryway and tapped again on the door, wondering if his original was too soft out of anxiety of even being here. It had been awhile since he felt close or desperate enough to seek aid in another, suddenly hearing the gentle footsteps of the other checking to see who it was. The creek of the door echoed as Silas turned towards the noise with a half-hearted grin and yearning hues, “I-uh.” Now that the fellow cubi was staring at him, Silas wasn’t sure how to ask but forced his tired brain to make a sentence, “Do you mind if I try to sleep on your couch? I— I would appreciate the help and just discerning what is authentic.”