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“I figured that Scooter would be this guy from the Midwest who came out to LA. And he’d watch a lot of films. So I watched a lot of the films he watched, from the ‘40s and ‘50s, the Arsenic and Old Lace types. I tried to copy Cary Grant’s character a little bit with the voice. He talks in this way that isn’t a real way of speaking, and I figured Scooter would have that otherwise he’d sound like he was from the Midwest. And I have him behaving like a 13 year old, someone who’s constantly encountering somebody that asks him to do something and he just doesn’t understand what the heck they’re asking. It’s 13 going on 30.” (Full interview)

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dantexlykos​:

Immortality was the goal for so many of them, Dante had wanted to ask how to strengthen the veil instead, but at the final moment had been driven to ask another question entirely. Fenrir, Hakon - the man, the myth, the legend. Dante’s ancestor had a destiny, and somehow the genasi knew that his fate was somehow tethered to it. “I’m looking for someone,” Dante offered, “Thanatos pointed me in the right direction. What did he tell you?” It was impossible for him not to ask, even as the weight of the night before sat between them Dante had to know. “I care about you,” the genasi clarified, “and I want you to stay. This won’t… you don’t think this will complicate things?”

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Enzo found that to be an interesting choice, but he wouldn’t press. Perhaps when Dante wished to offer up the information, he would. But the air genasi was fine with not pressing, instead humming. “From what I understood, a sacrifice is made. Our soul jumps to another’s body – whomever we sacrifice – and that’s how we are able to move on. Immortal souls, not immortal bodies.” He wasn’t expecting Dante’s candor, and he stayed rigid. Those who had cared about him had been few and far between, and his ambition had always left people behind or in his destructive wake. But Dante was not part of that. There had been nothing but rawness between them, and Enzo chose to not run away from how he was feeling, lest he forget what it was truly like to feel once more. “It would only be complicated if my cat didn’t like you,” he managed with a smile, his hand coming out to rest against the other’s jaw, “If there is anyone I would like to....try this with, it’s you. I’m not perfect, but I know how I feel.”

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“I just tell people, listen, you’re going to like it. Because I honestly believe that. So I’ve been telling people that it’s in 1949, it’s about a bunch of people, a little bit heightened. And in the end, some people are dead.” — Matthew Daddario, talking about “Why Women Kill” Season 2 for VMan. (Full interview)

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dantexlykos​:

“I wasn’t complaining.” Dante said simply, there was little in his voice that revealed his feelings on the matter, and yet in lie of the dull emotionless delivery that the earth genasi normally dealt in. He spoke instead with a hint of urgency, because somehow it was important to Dante that Enzo know that he wasn’t in any way dismissing him. The night before had been… Fun. Thoughtless, maybe. But fun. Dante wasn’t sure if it could all be chalked up to a sort of afterglow from the ritual, or if it was a culmination of the tension that had been brewing between them for years. Perhaps a combination of the two. The rational part of his brain kicked in, and naturally Dante had started to think about what would come next. “So, what now?”

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“Thanatos told me the price for his immortality,” Enzo said finally, his arms resting on his knees as he sat beside Dante. The other had posed the what now question, and he was prolonging whatever answer there was for it. Looking down at his hands, he was curious as to what Dante had asked, or if it was the same thing. The genasi finally turned his gaze to Dante, furrowing his eyebrows, “Is this all you wanted?” he asked plainly, though his tone wasn’t as accusatory as he thought it would be. Maybe it was more nerves that pushed the genasi to turn now, and he rubbed his jaw, “I can leave, if you want. But I’d rather stay.”

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dantexlykos​:

Wink Wonk Honky Tonk Enzo & Dante Both Got Da Bone

Morning light streamed through the open window as the smell of sex still lingered in the room and narrow spaces between them. Dante couldn’t remember when they’d fallen asleep, just the hard press of hands against skin, teeth that nipped playfully at lips, urgency that soon melted away for ease and passion. The people that Dante took to bed were practically always strangers, there for a few hours, then gone long before sunrise. He preferred it that way, but waking up next to Enzo was a different experience entirely. The earth genasi winced a bit as he rolled onto his side, only noticing now the finger like- bruises on his hips, the coarseness about his neck. His eyes drifted over Enzo’s frame as he marvelled at the way the air about the man seemed to still, like the dawn itself was holding its breath in anticipation for the other. Enzo wasn’t just attractive, every angle was perfectly carved with dark hair that even when absolutely disheveled still appeared intentionally set. 

But what did this mean? Truthfully Dante wasn’t sure what to ask, they’d obviously gotten carried away the night before. He wasn’t one to let moments run away with him, he was methodical, pragmatic, and everything he did was set with intention. Dante knew what he wanted to do, but he didn’t have a good track record when it came to the people he cared about. The air about them stirred and the breathing that Dante had quietly been listening to changed, “Morning,” the genasi offered, “you spent the night.” He thought to their conversation on the other’s boat a few weeks back before he jokingly remarked. “Thought you said you wouldn’t do that.”

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Enzo did not bother himself with the thoughts of what would possibly come in the morning. He just went with the emotions, and the feeling of Dante’s body moving against his own. Every hard breath, every moan, he reveled in it until both of them found themselves at the mercy of Hypnos. He awoke with the feeling of a gaze upon him, eyes flickering open to meet the earth genasi’s. It wasn’t often that Enzo found himself in another’s bed, let alone all night, and he rubbed his eyes as Dante spoke. “Morning,” he echoed, sitting up now so he could gather his bearings. The genasi found that he didn’t really want to leave the bed, “I did say that,” he murmured, raising an eyebrow before a hint of a smile pulled at his lips. “But it seems you managed to change my mind, somehow.” Truthfully, this sight to wake up to – rumpled sheets and a naked Dante – wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened. Enzo found he was in no hurry to leave.

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thxnxtcs​:

Astute. The God liked this one, then again he always had. Healers made the best genasi, especially air. Something about foregoing the power to help others in favour of only looking out for oneself, Thanatos could almost relate to it. “Naturally.” The God said, his tone was tired but he appreciated Enzo’s candor. Hel’s proposition was an interesting one, “What, you didn’t think to ask Osiris first?” The fact that Valkyrie had run all over Greece filling the heads of his genasi with promises of Hel’s immortality ritual still struck a nerve, but there was little to inflect as much beyond the deadpan delivery of his remark. “My bargain is not so cut and dry,” Thanatos offered, “the lives you’ll deliver to me will be continuous, never-ending so long as our deal holds.” The God studied the former healer a bit closer, only now truly interested in what he would say. “Could you handle that?”

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“Osiris, Kali, Amaterasu – they all crossed my mind,” Enzo waited a beat, shaking his head. They could perhaps snark back and forth all day, but the genasi didn’t want to waste the god’s time. After all, peaceful death happened more often than not, didn’t it? He didn’t want to be in the way of that. Not when there was an opportunity to hear what he wanted. “If I was afraid of that, I would’ve stopped before trying to give mine.” The heart he held in his chest was strong, but only because his magic made it so. “There is nothing to handle. Isn’t that what Yoda said? Do or do not.”

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dantexlykos​:

“I felt grounded, it was like… I don’t know, like going home but to a place I’d never been before.” Dante offered an explanation while the realm was uncomfortable at first it was also weirdly familiar. He was buzzing though, and the glass he’d just filled was already set on the counter next to him; Dante needed to be doing something with his hands, he needed to work. There was so much he’d taken away from the encounter with their patron, “I need to-” Dante looked around the empty space, Fenrir wasn’t here, neither was the shifter’s manticore, Iapyx. They were alone. Over a year ago they’d been interrupted before anything between them could ever really start, Dante had taken it as a sign but he couldn’t deny that right now he just wanted to drag his fingernails across Enzo’s skin - taste the magic that poured from his lips and curve it around the tip of his tongue. “I feel so unfinished, we- you and I.” Dante stepped in towards Enzo, “We’re unfinished.” Tonight was proof that however powerful they were apart, together there was nothing they couldn’t do. Dante was tired of over analysing everything, tired of putting painstaking thought into his every move and decision. For once he wanted to be like Enzo, he wanted to be like the air he’d felt pass over him during the ritual. Free and spirited, he wanted to blow in whatever direction he saw fit, unfettered, and see where he’d land. He pressed his lips to Enzo’s, firm and self assured as his hands curled into the front of the other genasi’s shirt so he could pull him closer. 

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There was truth in Dante’s words, and for an earth genasi to feel grounded, well, Enzo could understand that as well. The air genasi was one to go with the flow, to easily float from place to place, or in this case – from the arms of one to another. Dante had been one of those, yet they’d never truly been able to act upon what was between them. The spark was always there, yet no matter how the wind howled, the mountains would not bow to it. Now, however, they were seemingly unbothered. There was nothing there to tear them apart – at least in this moment – and Enzo found his body easily reacting the moment Dante’s hands pressed against his skin. Enzo gripped the back of the other’s neck, leaning into the kiss There were plenty of thoughts rolling through Enzo’s head, wondering if this was just them finishing it so they could move past this ridiculous desire that rested between them. Yet the air genasi’s thoughts floated away the moment he pulled Dante into the bedroom and used the wind to shut the door.

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dantexlykos​:

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The ritual had taken its toll, whatever magic Thanatos had worked through him had fallen out of his head but his limbs were heavy still. There was an energy that still cracked through the air though, palpable and damn near electric. Dante wanted to- he didn’t know but he wanted to but at any moment the genasi felt like he might just about jump out of his skin. A burst of laughter erupted through his home as he pushed open the front door and beckoned for Enzo to follow him inside, “That was-” the normally pragmatic man’s smile was bright, wide. While their patron had hijacked the ritual itself, it still worked. They called, and Thanatos answered. He was feeling powerful, unstoppable, and now in this moment Dante just wanted to celebrate. “that was fucking incredible.” He poured a pair of drinks and offered one to Enzo, one of his few true friends in the city. “What was it like for you, did he take you into his realm too?”

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Enzo followed after Dante, the adrenaline still rushing through the air genasi’s system as well. He’d almost expected it not to work, like they would try it in vain, have a laugh, and all part ways. After all, not all genasi were great with one another, but they all seemed to work, especially with Valkyrie there to help. “Yeah – I can’t believe it actually fucking worked,” he huffed, rubbing his jaw a little as he smiled in response to Dante’s laugh. “Yes, it was...similar to earth, really. But I think it was just what he wanted me to see. Dark shadows that consumed everything, mixed with a never ending wind. I kind of liked it,” he picked up his drink, taking a sip before he looked at Dante once more, “And you? Don’t tell me that you had too much fun there. I’m still surprised it actually fucking worked for us.”

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thxnxtcs​:

There was something both desperate and stupid about all his genasi, Thanatos claimed more than he blessed when they performed his ritual, but he found something inherently interesting in any who were willing to put it all on the line for power. This one’s body was already weak, but physical health had nothing to do with it; there was something to be said about a level of commitment and dedication and ultimately what Thanatos would gain from bringing a new witch under his wing. It was not enough to butcher your soul and bleed out in front of death, he required more from a witch than to simply watch as they spit in the face of the Goddess who had watched over them from birth. Though, that too was amusing. 

Thanatos touched Enzo’s soul with his power, and in so doing took the life of the boy’s brother in the process. “Bartering with me already lost you Marco.” Thanatos reminded, his features smooth as still water - it was a jab but an unintentional one. Enzo had nothing left to give, dealing with death had lost the genasi’s opportunity to trade with Hel. “Your soul. Your power. All of it is mine. You have nothing more that I want.”

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Enzo was proud, but he was also more than willing to walk away from a conversation that had no end in sight. It would’ve been a good option for him had he actually been able to leave. To stand there and be mocked by a god was just annoying; they all were full of themselves. Enzo knew what had happened, yet to be reminded of it just stung a bit more. He’d thought his heart had given out when he’d realized Marco had gotten in between him and the ritual. The genasi frowned, since the memory still stung. His heart had been set on this ritual, giving him power so no one could call him useless, even as a healer. 

“If you believed that, you wouldn’t have brought us to see you.” He rubbed his jaw, “But you know Hel asks us for something that some of us cannot give, or have to go searching for to give in vain. Do you have the answer we’re all looking for?”

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saintcorvin​:

He knit the shield tighter and tighter, focusing with a few words under his breath as though he could shrink the chains that made up a fence to make it denser and more damning, plunging them for a moment into darkness that was only broken by the gleam of green eyes, bright in the dark like a cat’s. Saint opened his palm, and as if he was releasing smoke; it dissipated. “It feels like ink,” he said, after a moment of consideration, “Dark, but useable. It’s not just an absence of something—“ the genasi formed a figure between them that mirrored his gestures, “It is a tool.” His smile hitched, “I see spirits as well, those between realms, not yet guided by reapers.” It was something he had discovered after accidentally killing one of his test subjects; from their body had climbed out an irate soul, spitting at him for his actions while he marvelled at the way that he could easily obscure or reveal them from sight. “Have you seen this before?”

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“No,” Enzo admitted, though his travels and studies had given him information, this was something new. “I know of gods and goddesses that deal with shadows, but this is something else entirely.” The air genasi hummed, “Do they feel different than when you harness a reaper?” His questions would keep coming at this point, though he grinned in Saint’s direction, “So – a brand new element, all because...how? What did you do? What was your element before?”

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vclkyric​:

    “That’s interesting.” Freya was not above helping the genasi, she had done it before and she would do it again. But there was something about the arrogance of someone thinking she would just handle any problems for them that rubbed her the wrong way. “And why do you think I would do that for you? Just like that? I wouldn’t be affected, so why would I care?”

“No, you misunderstood me.” The air genasi pushed his hands into his pockets, “Your power is basically all of us combined. You wouldn’t need us. I don’t tell myself that I’m help to a Valkyrie, but I do know what I want. Problem is, I heard we have to kill someone we love. I have no one that fits the bill. And Hel doesn’t seem like the kind of goddess that has other options.”

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dantexlykos​:

The basement led to anything of interest in the house, temperature controlled and lined with shelves of books, his workroom was below even this. In the corner stood a tall mirror that stretched from the floor to the ceiling and before Dante looked to Enzo he caught his reflection in it. “I participate plenty.” Dante said noncommittally, fully aware when he was being goded. “Look around, take your pick -” Enzo was one of the few, if not the only genasi that Dante cared much for. None of the others even knew where he lived let alone had access to any of his personal collection. He smirked. “try not to shoot off prematurely.” 

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Enzo chuckled under his breath before he followed after Dante, looking towards the mirror as well. He stood a little behind Dante, flashing a wink in his direction, “I bet you do.” The air genasi made his way towards the books, his gaze skimming over the titles until one caught his eye. He pulled it from the shelf, flipping through the pages, “Eir.” He stopped on a page, humming, “Not much known, but this is a start. A goddess or a Valkyrie, and you’re related to someone who could probably answer that question.” He closed the book, glancing at Dante now, “There. Fair trade, and I kept it in my pants.”

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miguelsramirez​:

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The genasi surely wouldn’t miss a few bills slipped out from his drawers, nor would be notice a ring or two disappearing from the night stand— Miguel assured himself as such as he tucked the items away, stretching idly in the doorway when Enzo filtered back into the room. “Thanks for letting me stay,” the werewolf said, voice still husky and worn down from sleep. “I’m still working on finding a place.” His gaze cast around the room, “I don’t know if you’re the go for breakfast type, but if not— we should do this again.” A wolfish smile found his lips. “Because, y’know, your mattress is super comfortable.”

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Enzo knew he could be dismissive, and despite the fact that he hadn’t exactly slept well, Miguel wasn’t terrible company. It was Mittens who’d had the problem with their extra visitor overnight, taking her pillow from her. The cat was sitting on the chest that was at the foot of the bed, her gaze on the werewolf. Enzo wasn’t sure if she was plotting his murder or if it was just because he was technically a dog. “Probably not,” he said finally, though it wasn’t anything Miguel had done. “I don’t mind being an acquaintance, but sex doesn’t exactly equal friendship.” He held out a cup of coffee anyway, since despite his flat tone, he wasn’t all bad at this. ”Why did you move to a town with no plan for a place to stay?”

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thxnxtcs​:

closed starter for: Dante, Daphne, Saint, Maven, Enzo, and Freya

Thanatos’ realm was peaceful, and quiet. As death should be. An inverse of the land of the living, this place was empty and shrouded darkness marred by hard light. Every surface blurred at the edges, granular and fuzzy when focused upon for too long. It was here in the dark mockery of the Temple of Apollo that the God of Death observed his genasi and their little undertaking. He’d been aware of their intentions for some time and looked upon their individual offerings with only vague interest. They each threw out their ardent prayers and beckoned him forth, it was amusing, but Thanatos had long tired of the land of the living: it was too loud, too sharp, and too full of life that would inevitably pass through his realm. 

Their call might have gone unanswered but it had been over a thousand years since any genasi had managed to cooperate long enough to successfully call to him here, he was their patron and through them he had the power to heed their request - but he was not a dog that came at the toll of a bell. Through them Thanatos reached across the veil, manipulating their magic to pull them through into his realm. Separate from the passing of time as humans understood it, he was death, ancient and primordial. Thanatos had been present at the world’s first breath and would be bound here until its last, such was his place in the hierarchy of the Gods. 

“You’re either incredibly desperate, or incredibly stupid to risk summoning me.” Any sane person ran from death, not towards it. “So which are you, desperate or stupid?”

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“I like to say gifted,” Enzo breathed out, though his gaze was upon the shadowy world that he’d been pulled into. One by one the other genasi had disappeared, until he was faced with the god of peaceful death himself. When one was a god, he assumed arrogance was the first choice. The fact that Thanatos had responded, well, made Enzo refrain from biting out any kind of remarks. He could barely make out the shadowed forms of the old temple, blurred until the only thing that was in focus was the god himself. There were plenty of questions he had, and the genasi figured he’d settle on desperation if that’s what would make the god happy. 

“I’ve put my life in your hands once before, and I’m doing it again. Stupid, maybe, but you have always been our patron.” Even with a weak heart, he’d survived a ritual that was meant to kill him. And now, he wanted to make sure his body couldn’t let him down once more. “Hel has given us a way for immortality, but I know there has to be another. One from you. Whatever you want in exchange, I probably can’t give. But I would try.”

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Tagging: Dante, Daphne, Saint, Maven, Enzo, and Valkyrie

Timeline: Early September 2021

Location: Temple of Apollo

Notes: Summoning Daddy

Trigger Warning: Blood and sacrifice

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dantexlykos​:

“You’re confusing my work room and my bedroom. Play your cards right and I’ll show you both.” Dante said, really only half joking as the pair of witches sank beneath into the earth. Vampire blood was potent and unsurprisingly easy to come by in this city, particularly ever since the cult had revealed itself. “One of the benefits of Corinth, magic is never in short supply here.” It was chaotic, but for anyone who thrived in the darkness the chaos was an opportunity. “Food, water, pissing, and shitting. Apparently there’s a lot that goes into keeping someone alive.” Dante smirked, the witches would be dead within a week either from neglect or for living out their use, either way they’d be drained of blood. “Nightcap at my place then, you can jerk off over my expensive book collection.”

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Enzo preferred the company of ghosts. Of harnessing spirits, the dead – it all thrilled him more than the idea of vampires. They were dead, but living at the same time, and way too much hassle for the air genasi to bother with. He preferred to be as far from tied down to anything, much like his element. He followed after Dante, though he nearly commented on the amount of amazon packages filling the other’s home. Ignoring it, he rolled his eyes, “That’d give you far too much pleasure, Dante. Didn’t know you turned into such a voyeur instead of someone who likes to participate.”

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beau-zale​:

“You guys are always so funny about how sus you are, you know?” The smile Beau offers is knowing over the rim of his glass. “Ever worry you’re going to wind up sounding like a cartoon villain?” A hot one, but that was a given in Corinth. Bad witch, good witch, they were all hot witches, it was universal. “And here I thought you were perhaps paying me a real compliment.” He sighs and it’s wistful and overdramatic and then his playful demeanor gives way to amusement. “Now what do you want?” He hasn’t dealt with a genasi in….Well he’s not quite sure, but that’s besides the point. They’re slippery bastards, but he’s not always opposed to helping anyone if there’s something in it for him.

“Sus?” Enzo repeated, though he didn’t bother to ask what it could possibly mean. Unfortunately, the genasi always just said what he thought – he didn’t really have it in him to string together pretty words and prose. “I just wanted your eyelines. But now that you’ve mentioned it, I could always use a bit of a spirit’s power to fuck with a few more beyond the grave. And not sure if there’s anything in it for you, yet.”