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Michael Trevino in Out of Control (2018)

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silentghcsts​.

“Wasn’t bad.” Asa parroted, a hand coming up and grabbing lightly at the front of Finn’s sweater, stepping into his space and offering a smile, “Better now, o’ course.” 

the tugging of his sweater has the wendigo stepping closer too, and he smiles warmly at him. his hands rest upon asa’s shoulders. “oh yeah?” he hums. “well i’m glad your days was good. and is better.”

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silentghcsts​.

“We talkin’ about the apartment or the town, Finn?” Asa raised an eyebrow, looking toward the other man, “Good day?” 

“---hm,”  the wendigo pauses and tilts his head. he shrugs, “both.” he comments and smiles at him. he nods and steps closer toward asa. “yeah, it wasn’t bad. was yours good?”

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@silentghcsts​.

“---i think i like this place.”  finn announces to the other with a curt, slanted smile.

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silentghcsts​.

Milo took a step back at the acrobatics, eyes flicking across the young woman as she came to stand in front of them, “Milo Unton.” They stated, “I’m a friend of your Captain’s… I own a shop here in town, but three hundred years ago I was like you.” They offered in explanation, knowing how odd it was for a stray vampire to be offering a gift to someone they’ve never met before. They gave a flicker of a smile before it dropped from their features, fingers of one hand finding the wood of the ship’s railing, “Unfortunately, vampirism and piracy… well, with the knowledge I have now, they’d have made a fine combination, but at the time it stole me from the sea.” 

They shifted, hand coming to the hilt of the sword at their hip and unsheathing it, flipping it around to offer to Scout. “I was told that you’re a fan of swords- and I find that they enjoy being used and loved rather than sitting in a crate for a few centuries. It was gifted to me in 1715.” 

blonde tresses topple over her shoulders as her head tilts and she glances over them, head to toe. her lips purse with mild consideration and she hums briefly to herself. “friend of his, huh? then how come i ain’t ever heard of ya?” she counters with brows arching. she is caught off guard the influx of supernatural creatures around them, despite having been one for how many decades now. “vampirism? are you crazy?” her inquiry is accompanied by a a small and incredulous grimace. “whatever you say man,” her hands come up and she shakes her head. 

the blade catches her attention quickly as it’s revealed and she feels a small flip in her chest at the hope that that is the gift he mentioned. without much of a second thought, she reaches to take it from him and glances down to it in her hands, utterly mesmerized. “you left her in a crate? that’s just . . . duncey.” she scoffs. now, the suspicion settles in and her attention flips back to the newcomer.  “and why are you givin’ me a sword, huh?” her eyes narrow though her grip doesn’t loosen in the slightest from the gift.

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hyetia​.

Elliot scrunched his nose at the sudden appearance of the girl. “I’m sorry. Did you need my name for my order or something?” He knew that wasn’t it, but didn’t like her tone. Something was up. He knew he looked like a mess, but that wasn’t enough to come at him like that. Looking closer at the blonde he felt a shock go up his system. His heart started racing and his muscles tensed as if ready for a fight, but he didn’t know why. He had never met the woman before or had he? Elliot tried to recall memories of a blonde woman, but none stuck out in particular. “Who are you?” he asked returning the question hoping it would jog something.

the same tension courses through her and she cannot quite shake it. as she glares at the man before her, she squares back her shoulders and it’s like she barely blinks. she is focused on him, where he is from, how she could know him but she cannot place it, and that only frustrates her more. “ava.” her first, and somewhat newly adopted, name is all he gets. it’s more than most people get anyway. “the baker.” 

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gldcnsins​.

“huh?” leo blinks out of the daze as his line of sight is broken by a rather handsome face. “you’re quite needy,” he blurts out, cheeks instantly deepening in color. he’s always had a hard time filtering his social thoughts from his mouth. “i mean— you’re…persistent.” nervous hands tighten around the glass in front of him, shoulders tensing as the reality of his surroundings comes back all at once. “my name is lionel.” 

that’s better, he thinks to himself. he chuckles and shrugs his shoulders, “oh no i can be needy too, just wait and see. but i also like a man with manners, so i’ll take persistent.” he smirks and takes a small step closer to him, ducking his head like he is pretending the noise of backstage is the reason for him closing the space between them.  “nice to meet you, handsome.”

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gldcnsins​.

“asada it is,” he responds, opening the refrigerator and pulling out a bag of uncooked beef flank. it’s followed by an onion, two lemons, and a jar of homemade salsa. “do you mind giving me a hand with this?” he gestures to the ingredients he just set on the counter before leaning back into the light of the fridge. “we can take it out to the grill on the patio.” he continues rummaging, collecting a few more bags of the necessary ingredients until his hand closes around a bag full of ears of corn. 

he walks past the younger man, towards a sliding door near the kitchen, leading to the side of the guest house. “i haven’t had a good carne asada in…probably years,” he muses, leaning to push the glass door open with his elbow. he pauses in the doorway to look back at matty. 

“yeah sure.” matty nods and quickly moves to grab some of the stuff from the counter where chano had placed it all. once his arms are practically full, he looks back to chano. truthfully, he has never touched a barbecue but he doesn’t mention it. he simply gives him a smile and a nod and heads toward the door behind him. 

even back in bolivia, matthias had a love for cooking but after being separated from his family, he went a decent amount of time without cooking. for...obvious reasons. after that even, the dishes he would cook weren’t exactly true to his heritage. however, the idea of sharing one with chano fills him with some familiar warmth and joy.  “i haven’t had any for a while either.”

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gldcnsins​.

though they don’t drink, leo has always enjoyed sitting at the casino bar between shows, avoiding the backstage drama and swimming in their own thoughts. a glass of seltzer is placed in front of them before a stranger speaks, vaguely catching their attention. though a warm smile is on their face, it’s clear their thoughts are elsewhere. “thank you, i’m glad you liked it.”

honestly, ash is used to having someone’s attention quickly and prominently on him so when it’s evident that the singer’s mind is straying, his head tilts and his eyes narrow slightly.  he purses his lips, “i’m ash.” he tells him and pastes a patent smirk on his face. “and you are?” the incubus inquires, slightly shifting to be better in the other’s line of sight.

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he steps back from the embrace to motion towards the inside of his home, his hand lingering on the other’s upper arm for a moment before he lifts it to dry his hair with the towel on his shoulder. “come in, i was about to make dinner.” chano isn’t the type to linger on the past, and he feels he’s made it very clear to matty how much he cares. the urge to apologize for not checking in sooner comes and goes. 

the walk to the kitchen area is short, considering the guest home is more of a studio. he tosses the towel onto the back of a dining room chair and pauses at his kitchen island. palms placed flat on the surface, he raises a brow at the other. “craving anything specific?”

matty doesn’t need an apology anyway, the embrace and genuine connection between them is enough for him to know just how much chano cares for him. he hopes he is just as clear at showing it as the older man is. he gives him a smile as his hand rests on his shoulder to a moment longer, then he follows him further inside. “oh okay, cool. i could eat.” he nods.

as he comes into his home, matty’s hands slip into the pockets of his jacket and he looks around. when chano speaks, matty turns to better face him. he shakes his head, lips pursing ever so slightly. “hm, not really. anything is fine with me.” 

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@gldcnsins​.

it’s a rare night that ash ventures out from the low lighting of his own workplace to settle in another night life watering hole. he also isn’t usually one for live entertainment, outside of his own type you know, but the musicians before him have caught his attention. or rather, one in particular. as they come off stage, ash has no problem slithering between the crowd to find a place right before the singer.  “the spotlight suits you,” he comments first. “then again, i doubt there is anything that doesn’t.” he grins. “nice show.”

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“well well well,” chimes the curly haired male as he takes in the other’s presence. “i was wondering if where you disappeared to.” a grin washes over his pale features and his head tilts as he looks at him. “been a while since i’ve seen you, i would have started to take it personally but, i mean --- i’m me.”  he comments, grin still prominent on his face. his arrogance knew no bounds.