———THERE WAS A KIND OF FACILITATION THAT CAME WITH GAMES LIKE THESE. despite his fondness towards the submissive role, the man knew when to be the cat and when to be the mouse. strong hands pressing delicate wrists to the wall adjacent the bar, he kissed the woman as if he hadn’t felt a powerful presence the moment they’d initiated conversation. he wondered if she could sense it too? sliding his thigh between her legs, he broke the kiss to press lips to her jawline.
———THERE WERE POINTS AND THRESHOLDS WHERE ONE NEEDED TO CONSIDER HIS DEFEAT. points in which strong men, kaufman in particular, came to with the outlook that they would not be broken. he’d done so, foolishly, wholeheartedly, and with the kind of desire to settle a long ignored infatuation with the man behind him. he needed to know.
face pressed into pillow, he angled his gaze back towards his partner. well fucked, he couldn’t help his hazy expression at the command. bruised hips shifted as thighs widened to show off jude’s handiwork. even before the curse, the hormones, the things that even proceeded them, he’d been… empty. barren. it mattered little to him as things were. still, the idea of being bred by jude’s cock aroused him enough to even consider it.
he reached a hand back, fingers spreading his ass and lips to show off the white filling inside of him. a dazed smirk.
❛ That was amazing… How in the world did you do that? ❜ / @faustium♡’ d
———❝ WHAT DO YOU MEAN?dropping the damn thing down the cliff or retrieving it? ❞ the man hoped he hadn’t seen him lift his phone in mid-air and hands free. turning, he noted first the look on the stranger’s face, then how the sun seemed to illuminate it at an angle. dipping below the trees, the orange hue told more about the time than his shattered phone seemed to. it was getting late.
❝ you got a flashlight? i think the one on my phone is busted. ❞
“It’s ALL part of the FUN! Isn’t that right folks? HA HA HA if you remembered it wouldn’t be as entertaining! For us, at least.” Alan tapped his foot as the contestant scrolled through the numerous options, giving a shrug when he inquired about the color of his chosen ability. “Red not GOOD ENOUGH for you, hm? SURE WHY NOT! Pick a color, any color!”
———❝ SOMETHING THAT MATCHES MY EYES. is green too tacky? ❞ a fluttering of lashes as the screen before him opened another tab. selecting from a set of colors, the man chose his desired emerald. his own abilities did not grant him the same option of choice, but the green inferno ( which had become somewhat of a brand for him ) seemed only natural for inquiry.
———❝ YOU’RE A LIFESAVER. i thought — thought for sure… i wasn’t going to be able to hail a cab at this hour. ❞ soaked to the bone, the man slid clumsily into the shared backseat. his voice lingered on his vowels, slowed and slurred, though his eyes remained lucid. bits of colorful paper stuck wet to his clothes, illuminated by the overhead light until the door slammed shut and he was just the smell of liquor on his skin.
❝ d’you come from the concert too? didn’t think it’d start raining before doors opened. ❞
“AHAH! THAT’S THE SPIRIT! LET’S GIVE HIM A HAND!” Alan addresses the audience with that trademark smile before turning back to the new contestant and gesturing to the empty seat. “SIT! You remember the rules, yes?”
———❝ WELL, AT THE MOMENT. what good are rules if i won’t remember them? ❞ he quirked a brow, finding his seat beside a pair of faceless teammates. the screen buzzed bright, elliot scrolling through power after power until he landed on one very familiar ability.
It wasn’t unusal for such a response to come after a such a casual introduction such as zheirs. The redhead supposed that in the future it would be best to save the fact that zhey could sense other’s abilities and species after a moment of concentration in a thought bubble until the proper amount of trust was garnered, but that was for next time certainly.
The more pressing matter was this man; zhey didn’t know who he was. Only that he carried an immense amount of power within and there was darkness in his soul. But was he a threat? That was the real question.
“Well, I’m what you might call… ‘complicated.’ More importantly, I am a Druid… one of the last remaining true practitioners I’m afraid. As for how I can tell what you were, the signature you give off is quite loud so to speak- it’s a wonder that nothing else in this area has reacted to it.”
———❝ I WASN’T AWARE I EVEN HAD A SIGNATURE. i only notice when others have one. ❞ the pain at his neck, like a fire burning once more. he’d been scarred there long ago, its significance still remaining as a sort of dowsing rod for the supernatural and arcane. he often times ignored the pain, instead seeking out the occult on his own terms. here, however, the occult sought him out. stranger things happen everyday.
❝ my name is elliot. elliot kaufman. ❞ german, as the name indicated. his accent was hardly noticeable beneath the many years of practice. still, it came out when he let his guard down, which hadn’t quite happened just yet.
❝ i’m a jew, and despite the diaspora, i think we might be a little better off than the druids numbers-wise. ❞ he smiled at that, crossing his arms to clarify his statement.
❝ my magic and my religion are two very different things. i like to keep the peas separate from the potatoes. ❞
scaring the other was never tiki’s intentions, or he assumed that the other was scared. he caught the falling kit right before it collided with the ground. but not with his hands, he caught it with his MIND. then the kit flew to him, it almost appeared sentient. Now the small container rests in his hands.
❝ … it’s okay.
❞
———IT’S A SIGHT HE NEVER DREAMED HE’D SEE FROM THIS POINT OF VIEW. weightless, the tin box floated just shy of the ground, lifting up towards the young man. he’d used just a bit of power to dislodge the splinter, enough for his friend here to notice, it seemed. his test passed, yet he was still reeling from the sheer coincidence of it all.
with quite literally no hesitation , mau grabbed his wrist rather than his hand the moment it was offered . the sights had already been seen and she had a new interest now ; finding out whatever he thought she was . ( a little girl ? a riddle ? a monster ? ) .
“ if there’s no plausible way to get down , then i was thinking of jumping . it wouldn’t hurt me , just like you can’t . “
———A STARE JUST BELOW A GAWK. he almost shook her off by mere reflex alone, how she grabbed his wrist so suddenly. sliding closer, he took her other hand and turned his gaze below. this place was secluded enough, but it was never bad to get some added assurance.
❝ i don’t intend to get you hurt. ❞ he pursed his lips, slowly lifting one leg so that both could hang over the edge of the branch.
She stares briefly at the offered space before realizing the gesture.A
quiet ‘ thank you ’ slipping from her lips as she acknowledges that it was indeed
meant for her.Grateful to escape the train’s crowded aisle and from standing.
‘ To answer your question:I’m conflicted to say I’d agree. ’
‘ Every demon has their own sets of
intentions and impulses, though
not all act upon them.YET humans are similar in that notion…That they have
their own shrouded intentions and
impulses. ’His question sank in deep.
Izumo’s mind thinking far beyond her comprehension to explain it.She agreed,
not EVERY demon is malevolent.An example being herself.But to actually
ADMIT such? It felt taboo, against every moral, a sin. ‘ And while I may be
strange, you are even more ODD,mister. ’
———❝ I’M GLAD WE’RE ON THE SAME PAGE HERE. if every human were divine, demons would have no quarter. ❞ he supposed the same could go for demons, how easily a mob of kind devils could turn the human race into fat licentious gods. there needed to be a balance of sorts, good and evil at the correct ratio, else all hell break loose. he wondered the exact numbers, but knew then he was part of the select few who tilted the scales.
❝ i’m not so odd if you think about it ; anyone is capable of free thinking, you especially, young lady. ❞ a smile, followed by the man sliding a hand into his shirt pocket. between two fingers, a gold embossed card moved from his hand to hers, placed there and folded over like a delicate gift. three and a half by two, the card listed a name — elliot kaufman — and an email address beneath a phone number.
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