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maneoxvalerius​:

ωнαт'¢нα ηєє∂, ∂σℓℓ?

No worries, babe, they’ll never find the body. // open to: veritas

Valerius felt the disturbance of energy before she ever saw anyone step foot in the otherwise empty lunch room. She was pretty apt at identifying the members of Veritas by their general energy signatures, or their “vibes” as Jaehyun had once called them, and right away Valeri could tell that something wasn’t quite right with whoever was about to round that corner. She peered over the pages of the novel she wasn’t able to focus on and greeted the newcomer with a nod, and the simplest “Hey, love.” 

Her eyes darted back to the pages in an attempt to mind her own fucking business, but the energy radiating off them in waves was thick. Something wasn’t quite right, and it didn’t exactly take an empath like herself to figure that out. Body language spoke volumes. Not necessarily as loud as vibes, but loud enough that she couldn’t just ignore it. A small sigh passed through her red-painted lips as she set her book down. 

“Babe, I say this with the utmost love in my heart. Really, I do. You look like a fuckin’ mess.” the demon spoke with a tone that left no room for argument as she gestured widely at the general vicinity of her company. “And your energies are all wrong. Out of whack. C’mon, spill. What’s wrong, doll?” 

Q’s head still hurt hours after the fact, still haunted with the echo of his own skull hitting his kitchen table. It was Quinn’s fault, and he’d stand by that statement— the shithead refused to take over, what else was he supposed to do? The dryad was a pain in the ass sometimes, but it had never gotten so bad that he actually allowed the body to be vacant for long enough to crumple to the floor. That was something new, and it was entirely the fault of some guy. Well. It was about more than just the guy— or perhaps not about the guy at all but rather the implication of what he took with him when he left. Q hated the fact that he was so in tune with Quinn’s emotions to understand that much. When had he become so empathetic?

The leader stepped into the lunch room, bee-lining for the fridge in order to simply grab a bottle of water and wash down some pain meds (which he’d snatched from the infirmary while Yunho was out— there was no reason to make his older brother worry, not when Quinn wouldn’t talk about it anyway) before returning to his office to shut himself in for the rest of the day as planned. He hadn’t exactly been paying attention to who was already occupying the space, so when Val’s voice broke the silence of the room, he nearly flinched. Why the fuck was he so jumpy? It was like Quinn was actually making an impression on him or something. Q spared his supposed friend an apathetic glance of acknowledgement as he reached into the fridge, relieved when she averted her eyes to mind her own business. He didn’t mind Val’s company, not really— even if she felt far too familiar and comfortable for his taste sometimes— but right now he just wanted to lock himself away for as long as he could possibly manage.

An annoyed sigh escaped the demon’s lips as she spoke up again, eyes squeezed shut as if losing field of view would just make her disappear. He wished that was how it worked. Q counted to three in his head, then to four for good measure, before he closed the fridge and turned around to face Valeri. “I’m fine. I’m just tired and I have a massive headache.” He wanted to leave it at that, sidestep the conversation, and leave the room, he really did. But there was an aura about Val that always made him feel like he could talk, convinced him to be open for once in his life. She claimed they’d been close before... well, everything. He might not believe it if it weren’t for moments like this. “...The fuckin’ fairy’s getting on my last fuckin’ nerve,” he tacked on, muttering the words through his teeth, before quickly tossing back the pills in his hand and washing them down with a long gulp of water. 

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pouty

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maneopollux​:

Pollux was grateful for the contact between the two, the way that Quinn pressed into his side soothing him because it meant the fae was close. “You don’t have to wake up early to text me,” Pollux chuckled, dropping his hand to gently wrap around his waist to pull him closer. He kept it there, noting the reaction Quinn had to the kiss to the top of his head. It was cute, but it was still… sad. Pollux hated how cooped up Quinn was. How he was never allowed out… maybe the fae didn’t want to come out, but he still would have liked for his…. boyfriend– he really should ask what they were– to be contained like a prisoner. Pollux was affectionate, after all. The little head kiss was only the beginning of what was to come, now that the two had made it very clear how they viewed their relationship. 

They neared closer to the counter, until they were next. He finally dropped his hand from his waist to grab his wallet. “One chocolate ice blended drink, two croissants, one of the chicken sandwiches, and–” he turned to Quinn, sending him a smile. “Anything else he wants,” he finished, getting his card out. He kept Quinn close to his side despite no longer touching him, reassuring him that it was okay, and at any moment, he would step in if Quinn got too nervous. 

“But I will if it’ll get you to eat a good breakfast,” Quinn reiterated, always in the business of making sure others took care of themselves. Q was up early most of the time anyway, he’d just need to find a way to take over long enough to send a quick text... that was easier said than done. Not that he hadn’t successfully managed to take over from Q before, but it wasn’t exactly easy— and then, of course, the headaches that came from that kind of forceful trade of consciousness were... well, not worth it in most cases. Come to think of it, maybe he’d just steal Pollux’s phone to put in a daily reminder. That might be easier.

A small pout spread across the fae’s lips at the sudden absence of Pollux’s arm around him, but he quickly wiped the look off of his face if only for the sake of a friendly demeanor for the barista. He hesitated for a moment as he was given the okay to order, just a little caught off guard as he hadn’t mentally prepared himself to speak yet. Was it a little sad that that’s what his mental state had become? Probably. “Oh— um, iced caramel latte please?” Quinn recovered quickly, though his voice was quiet. Still, the barista noted down his order without question, making him feel relieved. 

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maneopollux​:

Pollux clicked his tongue in mock offense. He wasn’t that offended. He knew that his look, combat boots, dark colors, typically a leather jacket– yeah, he didn’t look like he’d like sugary drinks. But he did. “Is it because how I look?” he teased the fae softly, nudging him gently. “I’ll have you know– you can’t just judge a book by its cover. I love sugary drinks and even candy, cake, pastries, the entirety of the bakery section of a food store!” He chuckled, biting his lip. “Lux is the one who prefers black coffee and stuff. Thinks I put junk into my body,” he murmured, rolling his eyes. He was grateful he could just bring up the demon that resided in his body. The other understood. The other knew what it was like. Not many people close to him knew about the demon, so it definitely was hard. 

Pollux’s eyes looked to the fae pouting, giving him a pout back, and wishing he could just kiss it away– he knew he couldn’t. Not right now at least. The two hadn’t even kissed before, and he definitely did not want the first to be in a crowded little cafe. “I haven’t thought about it. I had to wake up pretty early to do some paperwork before coming to see you, so I just haven’t had the time, really,” he explained softly, giving him a reassuring smile. He leaned down, pecking a kiss to the top of his head. “I promise I’ll get a sandwich. I’ll even get a croissant if you’d like, and you keep your half, okay?” He smiled, taking a step forward as they moved closer to the register to order. He kept Quinn close to him, naturally, just wanting him to feel comfort. He prayed he wasn’t being overbearing. The line was thankfully not that long. 

Quinn mirrored his date’s mock offended expression. “Like you’ve never assumed anything about me because of the way I look,” he shot back, though the statement was punctuated with a lighthearted smile. Truthfully, he didn’t mind people’s perception of him— wasn’t that why he dressed the way he did in the first place anyway? To be perceived a certain way? If he wanted people to see him as some kinda hardass, he’d be choosing from Q’s side of the closet every morning. The dryad simply hummed in response to his qualms about Lux, relating far too much. “Y’know, one of my sisters once told me that if it’s your favorite food then the calories don’t count— I like to live by that. Tell that to Lux next time he’s so mean about it.”

His pout only deepened in response to the werewolf’s answer, the two probably looking like quite the pair having a kindergarten stare-off. For once, Quinn didn’t really care what everyone around was thinking of him. “Ew, paperwork... doesn’t matter, though, you should prioritize your health. If I have to wake up that early just to text you a reminder to eat breakfast, I will.” Never mind that Q would have a lot to say about that arrangement. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he felt Pollux place a kiss on the top of his head, turning his gaze to the ground if only to attempt to hide the reaction. To say he wasn’t used to affection from anyone who wasn’t related to him would be quite the understatement. Still, he took a step closer to the werewolf, pressing their sides together. “I like that idea more. Never too much of a good thing, y’know?”

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maneoxjsong‌:

J chuckled, bringing his glass to his lips. He took a larger sip, trying not to down it the rest of the way. After all, alcohol was something that J thrived on sometimes. “If you want to deal with him, you can. But if he annoys me anymore, I’ll just eat him,” he murmured, “Free meal for me,” he pointed out, leaning back in the uncomfortable chair in a small attempt of getting comfortable. It didn’t work. He listened to Q for the moment, nodding lightly at the mention of a potential weapons supplier. J didn’t exactly interact with any part of that business. He stuck to the sex part of the gang, as it was exactly the only part that he knew how to do. Given, Kitty had peeked his interest towards assassin work, but J wasn’t confident enough to do any of that. 

“If you get murdery with him, I’ll make sure to stand to the side. You’re cute when you get murdery,” he smiled, taking the last sip of his drink. He sat the cup aside, leaning back into the seat. “And I mean that in a positive way. I know you don’t want to seem cute.” It was true, he could understand why his leader didn’t want to appear cute in any form. But what could J say? People were cute hot to him when they were angry and ready to kill. And when someone was covered in blood? Boy oh boy, did it rile J up. But J knew this was Q. While he did try to sleep with Aiden a few times, he understood why Q didn’t, so his flirting was always pretty tame around the demon, so he relaxed again, closing his eyes. “Sometimes I wish I was more murdery than… horny. Having sex gets tiresome even if I enjoy it and it is my job,” he sighed softly. 

“Fair enough.” Q, of course, didn’t know what it was like to depend on humans as a source of energy, but he imagined it was like an added bonus for a successful kill. Like if someone were to bring him a bar of chocolate every time he slit someone’s throat. ( Come to think of it, that might be nice. ) If at all possible, the demon’s expression dropped even more than his usual resting bitch face at the mention of the word ‘cute’. There were very few people who could get away with calling him anything of the sort without an injury to show for just how cute Q really was, but that list tended to include the gang’s sex workers, if only because they usually meant it as a compliment, though the demon reminded them constantly that it, in fact, was not. “If you think murder’s cute, you’re more fucked up than I thought,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair before quickly tacking on, “And I mean that in a positive way as well.”

Flirting tended to go over the demon’s head in most cases, and this time wasn’t any different, blissfully unaware of the connotation of the gumiho’s words as he reached for his phone to read the latest message from the enforcers on duty. Gun guy’s here. There were much more eloquent ways to describe him than gun guy, but Q ignored it, replying to the message with a simple Send him in. Tossing his phone back onto the table, he stood up and brushed off his jacket, multitasking as he listened to J’s grievances. “Does it?” He resisted the urge to add a wouldn’t know to the end, certain that everyone knew by now about the demon’s disinterest in those types of things. People talked. “Get murdery all you want, you don’t need my permission to kill— all humans are fair game, y’know— as long as you’re doing your job, I don’t give a fuck. Just make sure you call CSC immediately, you know how it goes.” Those lax rules stood for most of the gang, really. A knock sounded from the door then, right as the clock on the wall struck the hour. Perfect timing. Q opened the door with an air of confidence. “Ah, Mr. Park. Right on time. Why don’t you have a seat, hm?”

𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘴

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maneoxyunho‌:

Yunho was used to visitors. Sometimes the assassins got hurt on a mission, or a sex worker had a client that got a little too rough. Sometimes Iseul cut her finger on a sharp edge, and sometimes people just wanted to hang out with the coolest member of Veritas. Someone who didn’t drop by, really ever, was his baby brother. Not that he didn’t see his brother around base often, it just so happened that Yunho frequented Q’s office rather than the other way around. 

Seeing his little brother walk through the door brought a smile to the pixie’s face, “Ahh, Q! Of course I’ve got time for you, buddy. What’s wrong?” the doctor slid a bookmark in his textbook and closed it, gently sliding it away from him to give his brother his undivided attention. It’s not like Q ever visited him out of boredom, so something’s gotta be up.

Yunho wasn’t an idiot. He might seem like one the vast majority of the time, but he was no fool. He knew what the demon did to the dryad’s body. He knew of the complex dance the two souls were intertwined in. He couldn’t condone what Q did to Quinn, and subsequently to himself, but if he hadn’t stopped after so many years together, the pixie didn’t think he was going to stop any time soon. It pained the doctor to see both of them in so much pain, though Q showed it much less than Quinn did. Still, his heart hurt for both of them whenever he saw a new scar blossom upon his brother’s skin.

Q’s eyes wandered around the scenery of the med bay, briefly wondering if the color on the walls had always been that ugly or if it had changed since the last time he’d stopped by. It was actually pretty likely that it had, given that the color much more suited his older brother’s tastes— it reminded him of his own penthouse apartment that had been decorated by Quinn. Quite ugly, by Q’s standards. Internally, the demon cringed at being called buddy, but just like with most instances, he reminded himself that this was his brother and he cared for him too much to throw a fit over a nickname. It was more than what most members of the gang could get away with when it came to Q.

He hesitated for a moment before he propped himself up on top of one of the counters lining the walls— definitely not where one should be sitting for a doctor’s appointment but again: Q owned the building, he could sit his ass down wherever he wanted. “...Don’t be mad at me,” he muttered, sounding more like a younger brother than he ever had. Eyes scanned the room again to be sure they were alone before he tugged his sleeve up to expose the fresh iron burn straight across the inside of his wrist. “I, uh... did something really dumb.”

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maneopollux‌:

We can be. Something in Pollux’s chest moved, and he was sure that was how the feeling of your heart fluttering felt. He had felt it before, with a beautiful Yi witch, and now… he was feeling it again with a cute little fae that was holding his hand. How was he still breathing? Explanation: he wasn’t. The wolf gave his hand a small squeeze, a sort of confirmation to solidify just what it meant. Affection. Love. It was like a weight was released off of the werewolf’s chest now that it was confirmed how the two were approaching each other. How the two were feeling about each other. He could breath easier now, which he did, reminding himself to actually breath. He was still nervous. He didn’t want this to all go to shit, and part of him prayed for Quinn to be okay throughout the day. He hated seeing the poor fae anxious. But alas, he’d do anything for him, so if it came down to it, he’d sacrifice their date to stay home. As long as he was around Quinn, the werewolf was happy. 

Pollux chuckled as he was tugged, following after the other. “I need sugar. I love those blended ice drinks with a lot of sugar,” he admitted with a hum, taking the lead and tugging Quinn out of the door. Thankfully, the street wasn’t to busy as they walked, and given the fact that the cafe wasn’t too far away, they made quick timing. They entered, a small line already at the cash register. But that was okay. He looked to Quinn, giving him a reassuring smile. “How are you doing?” he asked softly, wanting to make sure he wasn’t freaking out just by the walk to the cafe. “Do you want a sandwich or pastry too? I think I’m going to get maybe a sandwich and cookie. I haven’t exactly eaten yet today,” he spoke, glancing up to the menu. Ah. He needed his glasses. But of course he didn’t have them. He squinted.

“The sugary ones? Really?” Quinn asked almost incredulously, a soft chuckle punctuating the question— not because he was making fun of Pollux, no, but more because he simply hadn’t expected it. The werewolf gave off an air much like Q did, and unfortunately by experience, Quinn knew that Q had an uncanny ability to withstand tasting something horrific. Straight black coffee? Stone faced. Spicy noodles? Stone faced. That blood he licked from his hand one time to prove a point? Gross, and he had to reiterate later on that he was in fact a vegetarian, but still stone faced. But Quinn shouldn’t be surprised at this point about all of the little things that made Pollux very different from the demon who inhabited his own body. Despite his general demeanor, Pollux was gentle. Much like a chained up great dane who thought he was a lap dog. Briefly, Quinn wondered how many people other than himself had gotten to know this side of the werewolf. 

The faerie had been dreading leaving the apartment for days now and yet somehow, as he stepped out the doorway with his hand held tightly in Pollux’s, he felt somewhat calm. More calm than he’d been out in public in ages, at the very least. It helped that the streets weren’t very busy and that the cafe was one he’d visited before, right down the block— but given his track record, he knew that the main difference this time was Pollux. The cafe itself was small and by comparison, that meant that all of the patrons were packed fairly close for Quinn’s taste, but he managed to let that fact slip from his mind, simply stepping closer into Pollux’s side for comfort. “Hm? I’m okay, promise.” His voice came out a bit hushed under the dull roar of the cafe, but it was genuine all the same, a smile flashed up in the werewolf’s direction. His next words, however, brought a pout to the fae’s lips. “No, why haven’t you eaten yet? You need to take care of yourself, pup,” he complained, gently bumping his date’s shoulder with his own. “You better get a sandwich. I’m gonna get a croissant, and I’m giving you half of it. Because you need to eat and also because it’s amazing and you’re missing out if you don’t try some.”

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“You always smile like you’re about to cry.”

“I have a right to be angry!”

“You hear my heart beat? Just focus on that.”

“I’m going to protect you.”

“Give it back.”

“Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“How about a kiss?”

“Here. Let’s share the blanket.”

“No- just. I really like you in my clothes.”

“Wait. Don’t pull away…not yet.”

“I’m supposed to hate you for what you did.”

“Maybe we should work on the fact that you go in fists flying when things don’t go your way.”

“Don’t look at me like that, like you’re afraid of me.”

“I thought we were friends!”

“Lie to me then.”

“There’s no time to run.”

“It’s fine. I can wait.”

“I hate you!”

“Don’t let me go.”

“Bite me!”

“You’d be a great mom.”

“You’re one hell of a guy.”

“Why are you naked?!”

“You have…superpowers?”

“Put me down!”

“There’s only one bed…”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“Did you just…agree with me?”

“You’re insane!”

“I know. Isn’t it great?”

“Why is he bleeding?”

“Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?”

“Do you sleep anymore?”

“It’s just a papercut.”

“You’re not as evil as people think you are.”

“I don’t give a damn.”

“It’s a long story.”

You’re a part of the family, didn’t you know?“

“Woah! Slow down, what’s going on?”

“This is a one time thing.”

“You smell nice.”

“Did you just lick me?”

“Stop telling me you’re okay!”

“What a pretty sight.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Car sex looks way easier in the movies.”

“Where are your clothes!”

“When did we get a cat?”

“He did what?!”

“You look pretty today. I like you in blue.”

“Stop calling me that! That’s not my name.”

“Are you flirting…with me?”

“Oh! That’s not my leg!”

“I like your voice.”

“You’re still here and making- pancakes?”

“No, I said we were safer. Not safe.”

“If we get arrested it’s your fault.”

“Do you ever think we should stop doing this?”

“Are you scared?”

“Promise me you won’t take it off.”

“They’re afraid of me.”

“Don’t lie to me!”

“I lost a bet.”

“I don’t regret anything.”

“You’ll break his heart if you do this.”

“What’s in your hair?”

“You don’t want to know, trust me.”

“Are you always an ass, or am I just special?”

“Did you hear something?”

“I can’t stop shaking.”

“You got about as much charm as a dead slug.”

“Oh! This one’s pretty.”

“Shut up and get over here.”

“You’ve got to believe me!”

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“What’s up with your dad?”

“Please. Don’t stop.”

“Take my hand.”

“Don’t bleed on my floor.”

“Would you please put your tongue away.”

“Deep breath now.”

“Is that a lighter in your pants or you just happy to see me?”

“Why can’t you love me?”

“I like your face.”

“God, I could kiss you right now. Wait- uh…”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Who are you?”

“How did I get here?”

“That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Five minutes! And that’s it!”

“Eyes up here, amigo.”

“You like me?”

“I don’t like the dark.”

“What is that?”

“Are you smiling or is that a grimace? I can’t tell the difference.”

“We’re not going to die.”

“You wrote me a poem?”

“Stop staring! It’s rude.”

“Bend over.”

“Kiss me, asshole.”

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𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫

moodboard: veritas

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✉ — @maneopollux asked: 25 from pollux ( dancing )

Familiar chords rang out from the old radio displayed in Quinn’s living room, the soothing voice of Ella Fitzgerald filling the moonlit apartment. He always tended to have the radio tuned into one vintage station or another, but there was something about this particular song that really took him back— to vivid memories of his adoptive parents dancing in their living room, true happiness existing in that damned house on such rare occasion. The Alvarezes weren’t good people, but they were in love. That much could be said at least. 

Subconsciously, the fae began to sing along with the lyrics under his breath. Was his age showing too much? Perhaps. But that was okay— Pollux hadn’t even noticed yet, his head buried in Quinn’s personal copy of one of the long list of novels he’d recommended him. Quinn’s eyes flicked toward the radio then back. Slowly, he folded the corner of the page he’d been reading in his own book, setting it gently on the coffee table as he lifted himself from the couch.

Only when Ella Fitzgerald’s voice became louder with the turn of a knob did Pollux lift his head, the fae making grabby hands in his direction.

“Dance with me?”

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Yunho: Oh, fiddlesticks.

Q: Look, hyung, I understand this is a tense situation but let's watch the fucking language.

[qxmaneo]

✉ — @maneopollux asked: 55 from lux ( sleepovers )

Mornings weren’t Q’s thing. Yes, it was necessary for him to have the internal clock of a grandmother if he was to wake up early enough for work, but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. And he especially didn’t have to be happy about the predicaments he’d been forced to wake up in more and more often lately. Fuck Quinn and his fucking need for affection. I let him get a cat, was that not enough for him?

The demon’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he didn’t recognize his surroundings. It was much too dark, nothing like Quinn’s pristine white walls and invasive greenery, where— oh. Pillows weren’t supposed to breathe. Q shot up immediately, knocking off the arm that had been draped over him in the process. They weren’t even in bed, they just fucking fell asleep on the couch, what— Glancing down, the demon found the groggy face of his host’s new favorite person as he shifted on the sofa, probably trying to resist all of the outside factors telling him to wake up. Q grimaced.

“Oh, fuck off,” he muttered, shoving the figure beside him onto the floor without a second thought. A thump cut through the early morning silence of the other’s penthouse as the demon dusted himself off like he was dirty just for having physical contact with another person for so long. A brief groan rang out, and Q glanced up to find a simple middle finger displayed in his direction, rather than the instant argument he was expecting to have started. 

Ah, at least Lux has to deal with this shit too. 

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maneoxjsong‌:

A nod came from J. He would offer to help look for the glasses as well, but honestly, he probably wouldn’t be that much help. After all, he didn’t even know what they looked like, where Q would keep them, or even why a demon needed glasses. He didn’t question it though, turning back to his phone as it vibrated in his pocket. He gave a small sigh. Alas, the client was almost too eager. 

Ignoring it for now, J leaned forward, taking the glass off the table. At the mention of who had his attention, J nodded. He couldn’t help the roll of his eyes. “He’s an annoying client,” he muttered, easily taking a sip of his drink. “Which, I don’t mind if you’re new to like, the whole thing of escorting and y’know, paying for sex, but come on, just because I’m being friendly to you, and you’re paying me to hang on your arm, doesn’t mean I’m giving you free sex at the end of the night,” he explained, leaning back in his chair for the moment. He nursed his drink, feeling his pocket vibrate again. “At least be attractive,” he muttered again, taking his phone out of his pocket to glance at the texts. 

He perked up a bit, seeing it was a text from someone he actually wanted to hear from, before turning it on do not disturb. Even social individuals such as J needed a break from the phone sometimes. “What is the meeting suppose to be about?” he questioned, tilting his head to the side with a smile and effectively changing the topic. He didn’t want to complain too much about clients, as they did fill his money with pockets, but sometimes J questioned why he even did the job. 

Q raised an eyebrow as he listened to the other’s rant, amused. Sex had never been something that interested him, and any relationship between people that involved sex always seemed to be more complicated than it was worth. Even when that relationship was with a client, he knew, if he’d gathered anything from his conversations with Veritas’s sex workers. Not that he really understood, truthfully, but he’d hear their complaints out anyway. Sometimes people just needed to voice their frustrations, who was he to interrupt that? Humming dismissively, the demon leaned forward to grab for his drink, taking a sip. Ah, that tasted much worse than he remembered. Pausing for only a moment, he took another ( much larger ) sip. “Let me deal with him next time, see how he’d like to explain the expectation of free anything from Veritas,” he suggested, though it was half-hearted. His way of dealing with minor annoyances usually ended with a body to clean up.

The leader put his drink back down then, with a mental note not to touch it again for the remainder of the night. Not that it would cloud his judgement during the meeting or anything— so many attempts to drink himself into a stupor and he found that getting drunk was quite hard for a demon to accomplish— but because as soon as he finally arrived home that night, Quinn would have to deal with whatever poison he’d managed to put into their body. And he’d really prefer if the fae wasn’t intoxicated enough to mix up their two separate phones again. “I’m meeting with a new potential weapons supplier. Iseul noona put in a good word for them, so I don’t think we’ll have too many issues during this meeting, but you know how it goes.” Not that Q didn’t trust his sister’s judgement— he trusted her and Yunho more than just about anyone on the fucking planet— but he’d have to judge whether this business venture was a good fit on his own.

𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘴

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maneopollux‌:

Pollux watched the other, ready to take action if the other couldn’t reach the vase. He even attempted to move whenever the vase almost fell, even though he knew he wouldn’t be much help. He wasn’t that quick. It was his turn to blush as he was complimented. You always look cute, rung in his head, causing him to smile. Why had he waited so long to take this boy on a date? Pollux couldn’t figure it out. Maybe he just didn’t want to rush into things. After all, Pollux hadn’t exactly had many relationships. Lux made it hard, and now, with his position for the past five years, both of those things made it hard for Pollux to have a stable relationship. Again, though, he made time for Quinn. The werewolf genuinely didn’t want to mess this up, even if the dryad shared the body with someone undesirable. He couldn’t exactly judge, as he was in the same boat as well. “Thank you,” he finally replied, having lost himself in watching him get the new home for the flowers ready. He shifted on his feet, stuffing his hands in his pockets for the moment.

“The plants should be jealous, those flowers are more special because they’re given with love,” Pollux hummed, moving closer to Quinn now that he was finished preparing the vase for the flowers. “Not that we’re in love–I mean…” he said quickly after, awkwardly, blushing. Really, Pollux didn’t know what he was. He was definitely fond of Quinn, that much was for sure, and he could see himself being in love with the fae one day. Was he already? Well, maybe. Maybe he was. He felt some type of way when he was around the dryad– had even been resisting the urge to kiss him lately. So, yeah, maybe he was. “We can be, I mean. But– I’m just going to shut up.” Yeah, shut up, you’re being stupid. Chill out. Lux could be heard, and if Pollux could have, he would have flipped off the demon.  “We can go,” Pollux reassured, moving closer to Quinn. He took his hand gently, pausing them for a second. He tilted the other’s chin up so he could look at him. “While we’re out, if you get anxious, just let me know, okay? We can come back. Cuddle up on the couch instead. Okay?” he smiled, giving his hand a small squeeze to reassure him.

With love. That sounded nice. There weren’t many things, as of late, that Quinn could say he received with love— no matter what type of love it referred to. Though really, when he looked back on his life, he couldn’t be sure that this was really something he was missing out on only as of late. At Pollux’s clarification, however, he turned wide eyes on the werewolf, an awkward breathy laugh escaping his lips. Though, he wasn’t sure whether that was due to the fact that he agreed or disagreed. He wouldn’t say it in those words exactly, not yet— because those specific words were a lot to commit to, something different and scary, and saying them out loud was to admit that something in his life had changed. And as positive of a change as it might be, change was never exactly something that the dryad welcomed with open arms. Pollux’s train of thought came to an end, though, with an abrupt shut up, pulling a bright laugh from the fae. “We can be,” he echoed softly, the smile refusing to leave his lips. 

Pollux took his hand, and Quinn threaded their fingers together naturally, the same way he had many times before. Did it mean something different this time? Or was it just that both of them were now aware of what it had meant the entire time? Oh. Oh, they were really close suddenly. Between the proximity and the werewolf’s fingers under his chin, Quinn almost had trouble paying attention to his words. But he managed, eyes sparking under the pure care in the other’s voice. He felt bad, mostly, that his flaws had to affect Pollux like this, that such precautions had to be taken during something as simple as a date. It sucked. But Pollux understood, and god bless, he knew just how to deal with the fae in those situations. That is, after all, the reason they’d started talking, wasn’t it? “...Okay, pup. I will, I promise,” he assured, voice hushed as a sad smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It won’t get to that point, I won’t let it ruin this, he thought to himself, and he could hear Q snort sarcastically somewhere in the back of his head. A frown painted his lips for only a split second before he chose to ignore it, instead tugging on the werewolf’s hand which was intertwined with his own. “Let’s go then, I need coffee!”

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maneopollux‌:

Pollux watched the dryad’s touch bring the flowers alive. It only seemed to bring the butterflies alive in his stomach. Chill out. He heard in the back of his mind, and if he hadn’t been too focused on Quinn, or even around anyone, he would have scoffed. Of course Lux wanted to ruin the moment. At the offer of coming in, he nodded with a smile. “Of course,” he replied softly, waiting for the other to take a step back before he took a step into the familiar apartment. It wasn’t even near to the first time that Pollux had set foot in the dryad’s environment. After all, for four months, his apartment and Pollux’s penthouse was the only places that the two were allowed to go. The only places someone allowed Quinn to go. Which, Pollux didn’t mind Q. Hell, he understood demons having control of life to a certain extent. Just, Pollux thought the demon controlled Quinn a bit too much. But that was not a worry today. Today, Pollux was just grateful that the two were finally able to go on a proper date.

The werewolf’s eyes scanned, noticing the little features that he had grown to love, even spotting Tiger snoozing on the couch. “You look cute,” Pollux finally murmured, a blush creeping to his cheeks, and eyes falling back to the dryad. Gross. Lux could be heard. But it was the truth. The white sweater and colorblocked shorts really suited him. It matched his hair and really brought out the softness of his features. Features which Pollux had grown to love. He licked his lips, leaning against the counter. While the two had been hanging out more and more throughout the four months of knowing each other, this was still so new. He had made sure the clarify it was a date. That much was for certain. Given, he would have taken Quinn out even if it wasn’t a date, because the fae deserved to explore the world, but he was grateful for the other agreeing to a proper date. He had thought of the date so often since asking him. He had thought of going fancy, of taking him to a nice restaurant, dress up nicely. He had thought about even traveling to either the beach or something of the sort. But none of it seemed to fit for a first date. No– one day he would do everything with Quinn, Pollux knew it, but for now, a simple picnic and coffee date would suffice. 

Had this been the first time Pollux was seeing the inside of his place, Quinn might’ve had the conscience to be self conscious about it— the overgrown greenery taking up space in every corner and fuzzy knit blankets littering every surface sort of ruined the luxury apartment’s intended minimalist white aesthetic, after all. But Q had his own office behind a locked door at the end of the hallway, so the rest of the apartment essentially belonged to Quinn. He and Tiger were the only ones who lived there, so why bother to hide the things that made the duo happy? That was his motto at least. And Pollux had been over too many times to count by now, there was no longer any reason to apologize for the ‘mess’— he’d easily embraced the aesthetic, it seemed. The dryad made his way into the kitchen, standing on tiptoes to reach one of the little painted ceramic vases he kept on the top shelf. Though, why he ever put anything on the top shelf was a mystery to him— even if he thought he was ‘never gonna use it’, it only ended up causing a struggle later on. 

The werewolf’s voice ringing out behind him nearly caused him to drop the fragile vase in his hand, heat coloring his cheeks as he caught it— one, from the fear of breaking something valuable and two, because he’d just registered exactly what Pollux had said to him. “I— thank you,” he replied breathlessly, catching the other’s eye over his shoulder. He was never quite sure how to take compliments, if only because receiving them was a rare occurrence for him. Then again, so was nearly any kind of socialization. “You always look cute, but you look especially cute today too!” A genuine smile painted his lips as he turned back around to fill the vase with water. It was true, after all— Pollux had always managed to make the same dark style on the opposite side of his own closet that he’d grown such a distaste for look more endearing than ever. Perhaps it was just in association with the person it belonged to, but Quinn liked to think that the werewolf had some kind of special touch that Q didn’t. Four radiant flowers settled into the vase, and the faerie’s eye immediately caught sight of the perfect spot, placing them directly at the center of the little round table in the breakfast nook. “There. They’ve got their own little stage and everything, the rest of the plants are jealous.” Not that Quinn could talk to plants. Plants didn’t talk. But if they could, he knew they’d be jealous of Pollux’s four little flowers— would there be a fifth to add upon their fifth month of knowing each other? If so, he’d have to keep them alive long enough to see it. He could definitely do that. Finger tracing over the petals one last time to open them up, he turned toward his date, radiant smile etched into his lips. “So we can go now? Out?”

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✉ — @maneoxaiden asked: 79 texting / talking online

to: arsène

» you still mad at the terrors?

from: arsène

» Depends. Which incident are you referring to?

to: arsène

» all of them??? » is there more than one thing to be upset with them about right now?

from: arsène

» There is always something new to be upset with them about.

to: arsène

» ok well could you tone it down with the threats and death stares i need to host a meeting and nobody’s gonna come if they think you might chase them out of the inferno room

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» No promises.

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» aiden.     read 12:28am » aiden please

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maneopollux‌:

@qxmaneo​

Pollux was nervous. Pollux was never nervous nowadays. But he was now, his fingers fiddling together and working at the stem of the flowers he had as he walked down the street. It had been a while since something like this had come across his lap. That something being a date.  A proper date. One where the two didn’t simply sit and order food in and watch television. Pollux hadn’t had a date in years. With that gang, his dog, and a multitude of other excuses, Pollux simply hadn’t had the time. Until Quinn. 

The werewolf decided to make time when it came to Quinn. The cute little fae occupied his thoughts nowadays, and he really couldn’t help it. He had dyed his hair pink since they had been talking, and just the sight made Pollux swoon. It took some coaxing– gods it took some coaxing. After months of just hanging out at either of their places, Pollux finally convinced Quinn (and Q) to go on a proper date with him. It wasn’t anything fancy. It was a simple coffee date and picnic in the park. But it was a date, nevertheless. 

Combat boot cladded feet stopped in front of the door of the place he had been to plenty of times in the past four months. Pollux licked his lips before knocking, taking a step back for the door to open and hiding the four flowers behind his back. He shoved his hands into his pockets, waiting patiently for the door to open. When it did, the wolf smiled, face lighting up just at the sight of Quinn. “Hey,” he greeted softly. “These are for you,” he added softly, bringing out the four flowers. “Four for the amount of months we’ve known each other,” he explained with a blush. It sounded stupid now. He thought it had been cute. 

Don’t make me regret this. Words which Q had spoken at least five times that morning, each time with greater emphasis. Quinn wasn’t quite sure why he took offense to those words, seeing as Q truthfully had reason not to trust him outside of the apartment on his own. The last time he’d been out... well, that was when he’d met Pollux. A disaster, really, brought on by pent up social anxiety and panic— so maybe he shouldn’t be let out into the great unknown all alone, but that wouldn’t be an issue if he had friends. But no, Q wouldn’t let him have those, it was too dangerous. He had Yunho and Iseul, but the two older Alvarez siblings were always busy with Q’s business as well— but Quinn had Pollux. And he wouldn’t be going out alone today, he’d be going with Pollux. Q’s reasons for trusting the cute werewolf who’d walked into his life four months prior were entirely different from Quinn’s own, but he’d take what he could get from the demon at this point. If he was gonna let him step outside the door today, who was Quinn to argue?

The dryad checked and double checked his appearance in the mirror, channeling all of his nervous energy into second guessing the components of his outfit, trading embroidered denim shorts for the pastel colorblocked ones Yunho had gotten him for his birthday, a blue cardigan for an oversized white sweater, then back again. Then back again to the white sweater. What was it that people wore on dates?— because this was a date, Pollux had specified so, pulling the fae abruptly out of his ‘calm down, stupid, he doesn’t like you that way’ stupor. He did like him that way. The thought made Quinn smile. Will you fucking stop, you look just as bubblegum in this as you did in the other shit. Literally nothing has changed. Pick something and go. The words brought a pout to the faerie’s lips, looking himself in the eyes through the mirror just to be sure that Q got the full effect. The demon sighed somewhere in the back of his head. You look fine, just calm down and enjoy yourself for once. And don’t make me regret this. Somehow, that only deepened Quinn’s pout. “You’ve said that already, don’t you have anything else to contribute?” he muttered into the empty apartment. No? ...Actually, yeah— don’t do anything gross, I don’t wanna see that shit. And if you’re panicking again, for the love of Hell, just fucking go home. I feel like that all falls under the don’t make me regret this umbrella, but sometimes I need to spell things out for you, huh?

Quinn opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted by a knock ringing out from the living room. Mentally blocking out the rest of Q’s complaints, he quickly made his way to the front door, throwing it open without a second thought, as if it were any other day that Pollux had shown up at his apartment to keep him company— only to freeze up at the sight of flowers in the werewolf’s hands, suddenly reminded that yes, this was in fact a date. Wide blue eyes met Pollux’s as he reached out to take the offered flowers. Four for the amount of months we’ve known each other. Q made a gagging noise somewhere in the back of his mind, but Quinn effectively ignored it. The flowers thrived under the dryad’s touch, petals opening wider, saturated color seeping from the center. An unconscious smile tugged at the edges of his lips. “Come in for a minute? I wanna find a vase.”