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Demi:

Loud music and dark parties were probably one of Demi’s favorite things. It meant you could get lost in a crowd. Do as you wish with very little consequence. No one was going to remember shit in the morning. The thought alone made her smile. There was so much trouble her and her companions could get in to. Slipping past body after body she casually made her way to the bad. She’d spent the last hour or so dancing with strangers. Letting their hands tug at this part of her or that.  It was time for a break. Maybe even time to find the hands she liked the best. She’d just put in her order to the bartender when she felt a strong pair of arms trapped her in her place. Normally she would have tensed, spun around and give someone a piece of her mind. 

But she had sensed him before he’d even gotten to her. “I would never plan any kind of escape that didn’t involve you.” she mused looking over her shoulder for a moment. Her hand lifting the drink that had been set in front of her before she turned around in her place. “Are you having fun?”

“good answer,” he breathed against her skin before she twisted to face him. how long had it been? how long had it been since they had found each other? honestly, brennan didn’t try to could the days or the years but they were engrained somewhere deep in his soul - there was no question. “there were moderate levels of fun to be had,” finally he replied after a moment of simply looking her over. “but now that i found my favorite,” pausing he leaned in to ghost his lips over her cheek. “i bet the night is going to get even better. not to mention,” again he paused to reach into his pocket and pull out a little baggy with two small pills in it. “i wouldn’t be me if i didn’t find some illegal goodies.”

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for just a moment, he couldn’t hear the sound pounding on the walls but he could feel it. the bass was heavy as hardstyle song was spun by the DJ on the dimly lit platform. the only place in the room that had white light. all the rest were various colours throwing the world into a psychedelic trip. damn, he remembered those. smiling to himself, brennan centred his mind on the moment again. the beat had his body shifting against the one in front of him. underground clubs always made for the best stress relievers - even for people like himself and demi. speaking of - brennan opened his eyes to the sea of bodies. catching sight of the long blonde hair he was looking for he moved from the body he was pressed against. he made his way through the crowd deftly before sliding up behind her, his arms moving to bracket her between him and the bar. 

“i think we came here to have fun,” he questioned with his lips against her ear. “so please tell me you are just getting a drink and aren’t planning your escape.” It wasn’t like his companion to do such a thing but he had to admit - even he had been thinking what a fire would look like in an underground club. 

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the heat of the sun sunk to his as he leaned on the pool’s edge. his legs were still draped in the water but his upper body stretched out on the sun-warmed stone. the little ones were napping which left merric with plenty of time to just - be. it wasn’t every day he was left in charge. honestly, normally he wasn’t home often enough to be but hell, in charge he was. with a long stretch, he moved to stand and walk towards the stables.  his lack of clothing didn’t bother him in the least as he opened the doors and spot the new little ones he heard amelia was bringing in. catching sight of the younger girl brushing the colts had a smile tugging at his lips. “looks like you brought in some little ones,” he offered up in a form of greeting as he leaned on one of the stable walls. his hands itched to help her groom the little ones but he held himself back. they were small and he well, sure as shit wasn’t.

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Helena:

“Innocent reputation… since when??” Helena teased lightly as she took another small drink of the champagne. Even though she teased she knew what the girl was talking about. Senna was always perceived as this bubbly, bright little ball of kindness. In stark contrast to Helena’s intimidating and dark presence. But it was Helena the knew what really lay beneath the surface of her love. “We’d never get anything done if we were both mutes, you know that right.” 

they both knew she was far from innocent. in her old life or in the new one. it helped that she looked soft. her features shifting to lines of empathy easily hiding the cruelty underneath. but there was no need for that at the moment. “uggh fine i can be the one that talks for us. but if i make people cry i can’t be held accountable,” senna leaned into the warmth of her pink haired goddess and just smiled with her words. “i’ll just know what you want to do and take it from there,” was added with a confident nod, knowing full well she would simply know. that was all it took from them to know each other after all. a connection of eyes and a soft smile. 

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Gia:

Gia sighed as he spoke. It really was an odd situation she’d found herself in. Artemis and Apollo had been the only ones in her home she’d gone out for. Then again they had been children, lost and alone. They needed her to bring them home. Poseidon had appeared one day after Atlas left, Zeus and Hera in toe. Sighing she closed her eyes, the energy of the world around her lightly buzzing through her lips. She couldn’t hear the call today. Though she knew that she would feel it soon enough. “I believe it may be Ares..” she offered her eyes opening as she took another sip of her drink. “But something feels wrong… like the energy is trapped behind something..” she huffed a little. “ I worry about what will happen if I don’t find him..” the words slipped from her lips like a mother that had lost her child. She knew that the reborn weren’t her children, more like her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. But she couldn’t help but feel maternal for them all. 

hearing who she believed it to be had him moving to sit up straighter, leaning against the small table instead. “ares,” he mirrored gently thinking of that particular god. the stories told of him did little to shine him in the full light he deserved. mortals trying hard to belittle a god of such rage and power. tristan atlas never really understood how they could have gotten things so wrong. “i have no doubt you will find him.” his hand reached under the table to offer a gentle squeeze to her knee. reassuring. knowing full well he would relish in any contact she allowed. somedays he wondered if the lack of touch in his old life pushed him to be more tactile with his new one. “if you can hear him, a part of him wants to be found. it's only a matter of time.” in honesty he didn’t have too much dislike for that particular god of war. as such it didn’t take much effort to offer kind words. in fact he truly hoped she found him.

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Helena:

A brow rose at the question. For a second she thought maybe the girl had forgotten who she was speaking to. A light chuckle slipped from her lips. “You already know the answer,” she lifted the little bottle to her lips. Taking a small sip before speaking again. “I would live my life as a mute before letting anyone but you inside here,” the fingers of her free hand tapped against her temple. “How about you?” she posed the question back. 

a soft laughed escaped her lips as she let go of the hair that had been between her fingers. “oh i figured that would be it but you never know. maybe you were holding out on me,” she teased with a smile before thinking over the options again as it was posed to her. “i think would probably be mute too,” it didn’t even take a beat to come to the decision. most people wouldn’t know the darker things that went through her had. the grudges. the cold revenge. little things that only one person in the world would know or even understand. luckily she was sitting in her lap. “wouldn’t want to ruin my innocent reputation,” was added with another laugh before she took a drink. 

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Gia:

It wasn’t often that Gia got to leave the house. She had been a traveler once, but as the modern eras came to life she found herself less and less curious about the world. She’d learned all she could already, and seen what had been done to her precious earth. Traveling made her bitter now. So she welcomed a momentary distraction as she hunted for yet another child. A smile easily slipped onto the blonde’s lips as she settled in her seat. Her blue eyes shining with delight as she looked at the drink in front of her. “I felt compelled to stop before I made my way to Greece.” she offered with a slight nod. Reaching for the drink she brought it to her lips. A little hum of delight slipping past them. “I am,” she answered as she set the mug down. “Though it’s been difficult, the energy keeps fading on me then reappearing.” the frustration could be heard in her tone. 

listening intently, he could nearly feel her frustration which had him pausing. that was a rare thing. more so it was rare that she hunted for someone. many of the reborn that came into the large home that was once a basic cabin, found her. they came to her. “that’s something,” he commented before leaning back in his seat. it was nearly poetic that she was headed to greece to find them. appropriate. “do you know who you are on the look for?” Tristan knew that she may not but he couldn’t help but wonder. to his knowledge, she had two of the brothers - zeus and poseidon. could she have been searching for hades? or perhaps even demeter? “for you to be across the world - they have to be screaming.” as much as he didn’t want to be involved in the hunt for the olympians. he couldn’t help but support her. listen to her. smooth any worries she had. he blamed the years between them.

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Helena:

Taking the bottle that was handed to her, Helena shrugged her shoulders. “Anything you want,” was her counter. She didn’t have much to talk about. To be honesty Helena barely spoke most days. Senna did all the talking that was needed. The only time she came out of her quiet state was to tell the man at the counter her name for the reservations. “I’m sure you have a million things swirling around that beautiful mind of yours.”

making a show of thinking slowly, she took a drink of the bubbly in hand. the little bottle offered a ‘pop’ when she was done. “okay would you rather,” a finger twirled pink her gently as she began. “would you rather never be able to speak again or have to say everything that was on your mind,” even when the playful question was posed, senna was pretty sure she already knew the answer. helena was quiet. glorious and quiet. more often than not senna was the one filling the spaces or they sat happily in silence. fingers tracing freckles, respectively. 

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his first life had not been kind. scars in the form of phantom weight on his shoulders that he didn’t need to carry anymore lingered in his muscles, his very essence. he didn’t have to, yet the moment he could feel her call tickling the back of his mind he never hesitated to allow himself to be found. for her - tristan was willing to do much. the sounds of italy were loud outside of the little cafe he had found but they didn’t reach through the tinted glass windows. taking a quick drink, he could feel her before he saw her. he offered a smile as she sat in the seat with the drink he had gotten her - it was still warm. impeccable timing. “i have to say i was surprised to know you were in italy,” his voice was low and gruff from lack of use but it didn’t mother him any. his dark eyes looked over her young form - younger than him - knowing that it was deceptive. “on the hunt?”

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you taste like forever || drabble oo1

Heat shifted between your bodies as if your union could make a fire in itself. Her lips taste the way you always knew they would. Forbidden and perfect against yours as you play her body the way she always deserved. The mortals she played with knew nothing of her needs. Her husband could satisfy none but when you are between her legs, she has to hold in her gasps of pleasure. Blood stained hands trail over her unblemished skin. You wear the wars you waged and lost. Scars scattered over you as if you were the battleground they tread on. None of it makes when her tongue traces those scars. Her lips claim yours as if she thought you were meant to be worshipped. Your temples are stained red but for her, you would wash clean. There were other women but none like her. No other...

Gasping for breath, Nic shot out of bed. It took a moment for her to get her bearings but once she did she let out an exasperated sigh. Pulling a hand from between her legs, she tried to tame the pounding heart in her chest. Dark brown hair surrounded her like a bush of rose thorns. Her companion next to her was fast asleep so it wasn’t like she needed a good presentation. Slipping from her bed, she slid on a tank top and shorts before sitting down at her desk, pulling out that damn journal. Her parents always said that maybe she would feel better if she wrote things down. It wasn’t as if she could ever explain to them what was really on her mind.

Smoke, fire, blood, screams - all of it seeped in whenever there wasn’t the darkness. Her dark dreams had been with her since she was a kid. An emptiness that wasn’t supposed to be there. The only times she truly could feel fear, feel dread seeping through her limbs and up her spine. Over time things changed. Soon dreams of starless dark skies turned into dreams of war. She could never see everything completely. Bits and pieces but she felt it. Felt the sting of metal moving across her skin. But the pain was never hers. She knew that. Somehow Nic, knew it was the pain of others, but it still never made any sense. For years the screams taunted her senses. It wasn’t those bits that really bothered her. No, it was how good it felt. Like all of those times, she had to run to survive or do something crazy. It felt good.

With barely any sound she opened the journal to a new page and tried to focus on the new dream. They had only been around for a little over two months. Dreams where she was left wanting. For a second her eyes darted to the naked man in her bed with a frown. Wanting even after she had been fulfilled for what seemed like, three hours if the clock was right. They were never enough. Pushing the annoyance away she began to write the things she could remember. Every detail was easy. The smell of the room they had been in. The taste of her skin. Oh and her moans…

Abruptly she stopped moving the pen and took a deep breath. All of those things played with her body in ways that shouldn’t have been so easy. It wasn’t her first time at the rodeo. She wasn’t some blushing virgin but it didn’t matter. That wasn’t the worst part of it all. It was the tug of her heart. Something told her she wasn’t meant to care and yet, she knew she did. It wasn’t just the pleasure of the skin but so much more than that. Every time she thought of the reverence, the tenderness, it made her feel hollow. Caring for her family was one thing but it didn’t feel like that. No, it wasn’t soft sounds making her want to stay passed daybreak. It wasn’t something she knew deep down she could die for.

Picking the pen up again she slowly began to write. Every minute or two she took a second to breathe before pushing through. Twenty minutes passed before she finished and set the pen down. The clock still read long before sunrise and she silently debated waking the guy up and pushing him out the door. It wasn’t something they were going to keep doing. With a quick decision made she did just that. A well-placed movement and poke had him moving. Within ten minutes he was out the door and she was alone in her apartment once more. Frowning she just stood there in the darkness. The light from the brightly lit streets streamed through her windows and it almost made her smile.

There was a twisted part of her that enjoyed the fact that stars were so difficult to see in the city. Maybe it was the petty part of her - the same petty part that loved bartending just so she could hear how horrible other people’s lives were - liked not having to see them. Another part, a quieter part had hoped that they wouldn’t be able to see her that way. Biting her bottom lip she moved to lean against a window and looked out towards the street. It was going to be five am which meant the sun would come and save her from the night. The thought of the sun being her saviour pushed a different string of consciousness into her mind.

Oh, the beautiful sun could be treacherous too. Prying eyes could ruin everything. There had been a time when night had been the safe haven. The night was the time when two people could become one if only for a few hours. Sighing softly, Nicole knew there was no way she was going back to bed. Not when all she could think about was flawless skin, the smell of roses, and the taste of grapes on her tongue.  

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Helena:

Wrapping her arms around the other girl was instinctual. Her fingers locking together once they were firmly in place. “I have no intention of seeing anyone but you until we leave this place.” she offered with a slight jaw clench mostly at the thought of people. Though she did offer her companion a smile. “Nope… no more clues. I’ve told you more then you were supposed to know already.” Loosening her arms she nudged the girl a bit. “Now go get the baby bubbly and we can talk about anything but where we’re going.”

“pffft,” she nearly hissed at being told she couldn’t know anymore but she wasn’t really surprised. instead, senna wiggled in just a little to get comfy before manoeuvring to get the bottles open. getting them open and holding one up for helena, she smiled something small but true. “what can we talk about?”

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Helena:

Helena couldn’t help the light roll of her eyes as she watched her beautiful companion. “I have enough without the suns help.” she offered with a slight wrinkle of her nose. “I’m sure you won’t have trouble at all coming up with something,” she added as her gaze followed the girl’s to the mini bar. “For what I paid for this suite I feel like we should have adult bottles, not  toddlers..”

a real giggle jumped from her lips as she sauntered over with the tiny bottles. “well you could go give them that look you have,” she paused to sit on helena’s lap. “i bet you could give them a good shiver. Or we could enjoy just a little bubbly and then gossip about what we may find at this - mysterious place you are leading me off too.” really it was just an excuse to see her intimidating companion smile. from one life to another there was an aura about them both. her words paid homage to the old souls that they were. “are you sure you can’t give me any more clues?”

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Helena:

A few stray pink locks tumbled in front of a sharp pair of blue eyes. A ghost of a smile curled at the corner of her lips as she shook her had. “No beach,” slipped from her lips easily. Shifting on her feet she slipped into the chair across from the younger girl. “Its pretty inland, sorry my sweet,” she added leaning back and letting out a content sigh. She hated traveling, mostly because of the people. Thankfully she had the means to get them a private suite away from everything.”Plus you know I hate the sun.” playfulness danced in her normally monotone voice.

an over exaggerated sight left her lips but she didn’t really mind. instead she played on the playful mention of sun, “but i bet it would give you the best freckles,” she teased lightly, leaning her body towards the now pink haired blonde. “just gonna have to find something else to think is cute on you,” the light tone continued as senna moved to stand and look over at the mini fridge that was offered. it wasn’t just any mini fridge either, stocked with the works. “baby champagne bottles,” was whispered to herself with a soft glee. 

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toes curled in the lush carpet below her feet as senna leaned back into the soft couch behind her. looking at the cream-coloured carpet, she tilted her head with a huff before looking to her quiet companion. the room was posh. no maybe posh wasn’t enough. elegant? “so is it on an island,” she questioned curiously but gently as she smiled at helena. “a beach could be nice,” even as she spoke the younger woman wondered if she should be worried that she wasn’t well worried. but she didn’t even think about it when she said yes. didn’t even question the idea. why would she? souls knowing souls and all.

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Amelia: See that is such a better answer to the question. :p

Amelia: If you're sure?

Aiden: I try ;)

Aiden: Yeah. I'm good. Get your horses.

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Amelia: Sounds really thrilling. I at least thought you would be in the green house painting.

Amelia: a few more hours just figuring out details.

Amelia: Unless you need me to come home? I can always get this done over the phone.

Aiden: I was sketching for a bit. Listening to music.

Aiden: No it's alright. Take your time.

Aiden: I was just curious.

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Amelia: Mmhmm

Amelia: What are you up to anyways?

Aiden: Sitting. Nothing interesting anyway.

Aiden: When will you be back?