#elpida: eris

[soulsuckrrs]

@elpida | continued meme | Cristov & Eris

"Don't flash your cute little toys at me, baby, not unless you plan on using them," Cristov said, posture slack and bored as he leaned against the sofa that he had decided was very much an uncomfortable thing and it was not at all because he was fucking restless. Cristov hated waiting, it was why he never partook in the meeting side of the family business. Why he was always just the one getting his hands bloody and beating people to a pulp. Why he also had time on his hands now that his eldest brother had gone missing and he lacked something and someone to do. This job had offered many facets of entertainment for the Russian but right now he was thankful for the snarky banter, the chiding words and that little smirk spreading across a pretty assassin's lips.

Cristov grunted, rolling his head along the back of the couch before it lulled to one side so he could glance at Eris, meeting her gaze and letting his own smirk tug at his lips, this one amused and far too pleased with himself. "Damn, have I been slacking? Quick, what's your least favorite word, I'll say it repeatedly and when you least expect it," the teasing was returned and he shook his head a little, shoulders rolling as he let his gaze move back up to the ceiling where he continued his posture of a bored man with nothing to do.

"No way," he coughed out a laugh, finally shifting to sit up and rest his elbows against his knees, blue eyes slipping over to Eris, more interest and less boredom in them this time. "Are you saying you liked teaming up with me? Oh man, I'm gonna have a hard time not letting that get to my head, look, it's already getting bigger." He gestured to his face where he puffed up his cheeks with air and made a face before huffing out that same air and rolling his eyes. Sometimes, he was an actual child. "I dunno, probably find some bar to get absolutely wasted in and start a fight." He waved off the future, knowing it was more bleak than what he said.

[soulsuckrrs]

Luciano had been in the back, working on some paperwork and payroll when one of the waitresses came back spewing about someone making some of the human staff uncomfortable. It wasn't unusual for him to get reports of other supernatural beings that made his human workers uncomfortable but this was something a little different, even his bartender who he thought would never be phased by anyone had been put on edge according to the waitress. He had planned on finishing up his work in the office and making his way up front to be backup for the bartender once the busy hour swung around but it seemed he had to be a little more invested in the patrons, or rather, one in particular. So Luciano had slipped out the back and come in the front, as if he were just another patron himself and took the seat next to the woman that had an dominant and thick energy about her, no wonder his staff and by the looks of it some of the other patrons were uncomfortable. It didn't take him more than two seconds to figure out what she was but he didn't let it show, he liked demons more than angels but the scars on his back were just the tip of the iceberg on why he didn't like the latter.

"Could I get you another drink?" He asked, trying to get her attention as she curiously stared at those who were undoubtedly whispering about her. It didn't seem like she was intentionally trying to put everyone on edge or make them uncomfortable but just for the few minutes he'd been next to her, trying to get some sort of conversation started, awkwardly though he might have been, it was no surprise to Luc why anyone felt a certain way, especially when she turned that intense gaze on him and explained who she was. It wasn't exactly an introduction but Luciano didn't mind. He watched her as she spoke, his dark eyes warm and untouched by any worry or concern to learning her name. Instead of cowering or moving off like he wondered if she would expect, Luce shifted and leaned against the bar more, propping one arm atop the bar top with his elbow so that he could rest his chin up his hand.

He knew her name, yes, knew the things he'd read in the paper and from the few contacts he still had in the field but he never would have expected to see her here, in his tavern. Of course, it was one of the most well known safe haven and neutral ground known to supernaturals and humans alike. Luciano didn't put up with trouble and certainly didn't tolerate any violence unless he was the one amending it. But this woman wasn't causing problems, at least, he didn't sense the intention for such an outcome, as far as Luciano could tell the demon had just come there to enjoy her time and have a few drinks.

"Hmm, is that what you believe?" He questioned again, glancing down at her drink to assess when she'd need another one and deciding, instead, to move from his seat next to her in order to slip around the bar where she sat to prepare them both a drink. It was the least he could do for his staff by taking care of a patron they were too intimidated or afraid of to serve. With careful, skilled, and quick hands Luciano prepared two drinks and placed one in front of Eris, leaning against the bar again, this time from the opposite side while his workers carried on around him, unbothered.

The man flashed a small smile at the demon and raised his glass to her before taking a slow sip of the mixed, flavorful, richly alcoholic drink. "I do not care what nor who you are Ms. Amorello and I said nothing about buying the drink." He noted, his voice matter of fact and calm, sipping once again at his drink to put some silence and time between his words, his dark eyes finally moving up to meet Eris' again. "What I do care about is the fact you're making some of my employees uneasy," he added with a small glance at the bartender who was acting as if neither Luciano nor Eris existed at all, the waitresses kept shooting them subtle glances but otherwise left them alone as well. "--- whether that's intentional or not, I haven't determined." Two could play the curiosity game, though, Luciano was mostly doing it to keep the demon occupied for his staff. All a part of being the owner and boss of the place, he looked out for his people. He didn't expect Eris to know who he was, he'd been retired for quite some time and he really didn't want to throw his name around like she did, he wasn't out here to intimidate in return, just to monitor and entertain if necessary.

plot: in a world were demons exist, your muse just so happens to end up sat at a very fancy bar, talking to one of the most feared demons to walk the earth, and we see where things go. maybe your muse is an angel, maybe they're a fellow demon, maybe they're just a human with an instant fascination. open to all, 21+

she sat, one leg crossed over the other, a dress that slit up to her thigh. one leg bounced nonchalantly whilst she looked over a cocktail menu. she wore crimson coloured lipstick, a colour she thought perfectly resembled blood and almost matched the deep auburn shade of her hair when the sunlight caught a glimpse of it.

eris knew what the whispers were, humans that felt naturally uncomfortable at her presence, she knew that the bar tender certainly felt uncomfortable right now. he kept finding little bits and pieces to do and though nobody could tell at first glance what she was, there were signs. something about the way she moved, the way she watched the way words formed on peoples lips, the most observant and unnatural stare. she liked to watch them, even these days, how they obsessed over such tiny problems, meaningless and trivial shit, in her opinion. she'd completely ignored the one beside her, talking, something about a drink until her gaze turned fully to them and she tilted her head curiously. "you haven't realised yet, or you're too blind to danger to care.. i can't quite determine which one."

a half amused smirk curved her stained lips, pearly white teeth glinting in the light, especially her canines, they looked typically more sharp compared to most humans. "i believe the human term is, barking up the wrong tree... i'm a demon, you might have heard of me. eris amorello." who hadn't? her name, the demon, eris, had been printed in news article after news article, she had a hell of a name for herself and her deals were worth their weight in gold. "i'd be shocked if you still intend to buy me that drink."

[isolatednights]

closed starter for @elpida

asher hadn't known what to think of any of this to begin with, and like many others, there had been a hope of returning to cryo-sleep until their arrival at the new colony. he had someone waiting for him, someone he wanted to protect. and though he'd come to enjoy the little life they'd been forming while trying to figure out what had gone wrong - had started to feel something for a woman that was too good and too kind for someone with as dark of a history as himself, it was an illusion that had been promptly shattered. he'd been rooted to the spot, looking at the hologram with furrowed brows, everything else around him a dull roar. there was no going back. no cryo-sleep. no life watching his sister flourish and be happy and safe in a new place. to make matters worse, it seemed the hologram was a pre-programmed message, and it had admitted that asher hadn't been ben's choice for eden, despite whatever the compatibility lineup had determined.

he'd been one of the first to move once the hologram had stopped speaking - storming as far from the others as he could manage. asher hadn't known his destination until he'd sat at the bar, ignoring the robotic bartender in favor of reaching around for a full bottle and pouring himself a more than generous drink. it disappeared down his throat swiftly - the burn ignored as he'd poured another. by the time eris appeared, the raging storm of anger had settled to a simmer, though his expression remained dark. "he's not even wrong," the man muttered. "i only got a spot on this damn ship because i'm a killer. they knew i'd take out any beast or humanoid i found once we settled the new colony to keep us all safe." to keep his sister safe. spinning his glass between his fingers, the man scowls. "hardly seems like a suitable match for anyone."

[wrathfulmercy]

@elpida

[dalphahale]

@elpida continued from here

Their banter was playful mostly but the wolf was curious what she was getting out of it. It was so consistent that he wondered if she ever meant her words. Part of him knew she couldn't, not with her being a hunter and him being what she hunted. He wouldn't want to fall into that pattern again, he remembered how it would end.

His head tilted some, pondering her question about if she should take accountability for the ideas she had settled into his brain. "You say stuff like that so often that I think deep down you slightly do." He called her bluff, giving it back over to her without truly answering her question. "Do you always talk to werewolves like you want to date them or do I happen to just be the special one?" He smirked with the cleverness, fleshing her out to see if she was going to back down or if she could swallow some of her pride and admit she liked him a bit.

[isolatednights]

@elpida

THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E. (2015) dir. Guy Ritchie

[gcddamnvampirea]

@elpida continued from here

He rolled his eyes as he listened to her laugh, feeling like someone had just punched him in the gut. If he hadn't been so desperate, he would have been nowhere near her front door. He didn't want to be there and he certainly hated the idea of asking her for help. Sure, she hadn't killed him, but the alternative hadn't been great either. William crossed his arms, waiting for her to actually take him seriously, otherwise he was going to find someone else — though he had no idea who.

He wasn't sure how she'd figured out the reason for his visit so quickly, but he supposed nothing less than another threat on his life would warrant him paying her a visit. He nodded with a sigh. "Whoever it is, they're not very good at it, to be fair. The only reason I found out is because I saw signs that someone broke into my house while I was gone — and someone's been tailing me for a while." He hesitated for a moment before adding. "Don't worry, they haven't been following me today." He'd made sure of that. "And I'm not an idiot, I had a feeling you wouldn't help me out of the kindness of your heart. Name your price."

[homelander-rp-blog]

Continue from here. @elpida (hope you like Sweet Tooth addition! <3)

"what are you, ten years old girl with an obsession for horses?!" he shakes the phone again but to no win. looking around, they're stuck in middle of nowhere with nothing around them for miles "alright.. we uh.. we gotta walk.. but I won't guarantee we wouldn't bump into any of those guys.. fuckers still think finding a cure is a secret in hybrids' brains for God's sake.." he picks up the supplies and his shot gun from the backseat, nodding to Eris "just.. tell me if something is approaching, hm? I got everything we might need but we really gotta consider stealing another car on our way too.. and a new phone maybe.. how else I can let others know that we're just fine" he can just say 'screw it all', forget about mission and turn around, back to the camp but those hybrid kids.. he might be their only hope.

[merry-andrews]

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄: 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.

Bold: always! Italic: sometimes!

My muse: Homelander! <3

𝐈. 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍:  melancholy at best,  introspective,  severely misunderstood, pleasure in the subdued,  helping in your own way, dreams in poetry, the slowness of falling asleep,  refreshing meditation.

𝐈𝐈. 𝐒𝐔𝐍: sunbleached clothes,  futures that are too bright,  everything at arm’s length,  balancing intensity,  blind encouragement,  comfort of sleep,  distracting sunspots in your vision,  necessity of growth.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌: chaos with a purpose,  emotions running high,  natural comfortable anarchy,  high volume, leaving your mark,  brief flashes of violence,  rambling quickly,  the intensity of desire.

𝐈𝐕. 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃: running towards instead of away,  instinctive motivation,  making an impact,  knows everyone who knows anyone, playful pranks, mood swings in a split second,  collecting old trinkets,  uncontrollable focus.

𝐕. 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖:  serene on the surface,  cold blooded heart,  love it or hate it attitude, good memories, heavy discussions,  sharp determination,  relentless resolve,  not as scary as it seems.

Tagged by dear @chaoticjoke ( sending kisses!!🥰💗😚)

Tagging: @leagueofdccm @h-a-unted @nghtmarish @aerospectrum @twiicetheheart @rottingkiss @elpida ( for Eris!) @halfdent @vyrulent @vergeltvng @citizenstarlight @malka-lisitsa @themarvelliteraryuniverse @catfcng @bcntbouquet @omniterror @myriadxofxmuses @chaosfindsaway @inhumanhacker @sockatine @awkwardcourage and @legacytaught ( I love your blog so much! ♥)

[isolatednights]

closed starter for @elpida

( our modern au! silas & eris )

silas' scheduled had always varied based upon the demand on his clients. late starts and long nights weren't entirely uncommon, but over the last few months, the man had fallen into a pattern. regardless of his schedule that day, he'd always step into the elevator at a particular time ⸻ leaning against the rail behind him with a confident smirk as he rode down the handful of floors that separated them. some mornings, he'd greet her with a travel mug of coffee or flowers ; if only to watch the array of expressions cross her face. they'd ride the remaining floors down ; the man attempting to woo the woman who seemed impervious to his charms, walk her out the doors and go their separate ways.

this week it had been quiet, his rides empty and lacking his usual companion. worry had grown with each day, and several times now he'd considered getting off at her floor and knocking on every door until he found her... or contacting the apartment management and demanding to know which one was hers.

foot tapping against the floor, dark hues were locked of silver doors impatiently, a breath escaping him when they slid open and there she was, standing there as if everything was normal. "thought you'd started to avoid me." it's an attempt at a quip at least, despite the clear lack of amusement in his expression and gaze.

[wrathfulmercy]

@elpida

[thearachive]

❝ you can call late at night without feeling guilty you can spit out nonsense you won't even remember you can come without letting me know you can mess up my day i don't want to say this heart is in love.

≻────  𝒔 𝒑 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔 𝒐 𝒓 𝒔 .

⧼  . 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑒 .  ⧽

• ‎‎‎‎ ❛ atsuko eyes ❜ from reverie .

• ‎‎‎‎ ❛ noelle poses ❜ from babyboo .

⧼  . 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡 .  ⧽

• ‎‎‎‎ ❛ rhea tattoo ❜ from daith .

• ‎‎‎‎ ❛ sinner dropped ❜ from teriyaki .

⧼  . 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒 .  ⧽

• ‎‎‎‎ ❛ glazed eyeshadow ❜ at the mainstore .

⧼  . 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑖𝑡 .  ⧽

• ‎‎‎‎ ❛ ravina top ❜ at the mainstore .

• ‎‎‎‎ ❛ saiki boots ❜ at nocturne noel .

⧼  . 𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖 .  ⧽

• ‎‎‎‎ ❛ eris beret ❜ at the mainstore .

⧼  . 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑜 .  ⧽

• ‎‎‎‎ ❛ elpida rings ❜ at the reborn event .

≻────  𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒅 𝒊 𝒕 𝒔 .

· · · 𝘨 𝘦 𝘯 𝘦 𝘵 𝘪 𝘤 𝘴 .

head - camila 4.0  @ lelutka .

lashes - ‘flutter’ @ void .

body - ‘ebody reborn’ @ reborn store .

hair - ‘b14’ @ barberyumyum .

· · · 𝘢 𝘱 𝘱 𝘢 𝘳 𝘦 𝘭 .

shrug - ‘hell girl’ @ vermilion .

shorts - ‘open denim shorts’ @ rz / access .

· · · 𝘴 𝘦 𝘵 .

backdrop - ‘candy and…’ @ blaink / TMD .

[wiinestories]

Polly was captivated by Beck's charm. Unlike the usual clientele, his attention wasn't driven by lust but by genuine interest and admiration. His thoughtful words about her stage name made her smile, a rare, genuine expression that contrasted with her usual playful smirks. "Well, aren't you adorable, Beck?" she teased, her voice carrying a hint of warmth beneath its sultry tone. Her fingers played with the edge of her glass, the light catching the glint of her nails while she kept her gaze on him. Upon hearing his thoughts on the Japanese restaurant, her smile widened. "I promise I won't be long," she assured him before disappearing to the backstage room to grab her belongings and switch clothes.

When she returned, she looked like a different person—casual yet stylish in her blue high-waisted jeans and a nude blouse. She felt a thrill at the prospect of spending time with Beck outside the club, away from the familiar routine of her performances. "Ready when you are," she said with a bright smile, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity about where this evening would lead. She gently took his arm so he could lead them both outside of the club, her bag strapped to her shoulder. She was so curious about having dinner with a man that wasn't a frequent customer.

When they stepped out into the cold night air, Polly's blue eyes fell on Beck, and she smiled at his question. A chuckle escaped her at his mention of preferring pizza. "Well, I like the culture of Japan and everything about it but, honestly? I watch for my silhouette. After all..." Her free hand slid down the side of her body to her hip, emphasizing her curves. "I must take care of my body for performance and profession purposes. Which is the reason why I avoid eating a lot of carbs." She looked at him with a playful glint in her eyes, appreciating the way he seemed genuinely interested in her as a person. "But don't worry, I make exceptions for special occasions. So, tonight, let's enjoy, and maybe I'll indulge a bit more than usual. The restaurant is just around the corner. We take this street, turn right and there it is."

"You did? See that's a relief because I've spent most of my time here wondering on exactly what it is I could say to you, just to be able to talk to you at all, let alone flirt or try and impress you." his eyebrows lifted. Precious. How fitting. He might be undercover but the man had eyes and he thought Polly was breath taking from the moment he laid eyes on her and that didn't mean because she was on a stage, he meant he'd have adored her in any situation. She could've been in sweatpants with her hair a mess and he'd have still found her breathtaking. It wasn't the profession that appeared attractive to her, it was her and honestly he hoped that he was even more smitten when he got to know her better, it'd only add to the attraction if they clicked that way. "I think Polly suits you better, not that you aren't precious, Polly. You definitely fit that stage name." his laugh was a passing one as he raised his glass up to his lips to sip the drink.

"That sounds like a plan Polly, I love Japanese food. I'll wait here, take all the time you need." he was polite, but Eris had an ever watchful eye and the moment Polly disappeared to get changed she was leaning over the bar. "Any funny business, anything at all.. you upset her, make her cry, make her uncomfortable? You try anything she doesn't want, and I will in fact make sure you never sit at a bar comfortably again, got it?" she asked him that with such a deadly serious sweetness that she even smiled like she hadn't even threatened him even a tiny bit. Beck was surprised, shocked even, it took him by surprise since Eris basically encouraged her to dinner. "Why did you encourage her to come out with me if you're so wary for your friend exactly?" Eris laughed at his question. "Mainly because I know she wanted to try that Japanese place, sorry you.. Oh you thought I like you or saw something in you that she'd like? Not particularly. Don't be a cunt and we'll be good and this talk, remains between us, got it Beck Morton?" He nodded in agreement. "Got it, ray of suns-" she cut him off with her name. "Eris. Loud and clear." well, he didn't love the bartender but he understood her protectiveness. In fact, if he'd been in his usual mind of law enforcement he'd find her protectiveness of these girls quite commendable. If only he knew her real job.

"Ah, there she is." he beamed when Polly came back, swigging back the last of his drink he offered her his arm so they could leave and chucked some money to the bar for the drinks, enough to cover both. "Lead the way Polly, I'm a bit clueless to where this place is." Once outside in the cold night air he sighed in relief, he found the fresh air far better than being in that place. Easier to breath, easier to talk, easier to hear her lovely voice. "Is this something you like to do, try new places for the culture of it or do you just happen to really like japanese food? Is it your favourite or? I'm a really stereotypical pizza guy myself, not the fancy pizza either. If I'm going to do takeout I want the terrible, greasy, crammed with all the meats it can fit kind of pizza."

[imrtale]

kassandra had very little patience outside of her trusted circle of confidants . part of her had wished she could return to the tucked away cottage she shared with eden and avoid the outside realms , free of worries and her father's looming fears that she could suffer the same fate of her late mother ⸺͏͏ hence , the annoyance when she's at the edge of the realm's castle with hands folded beneath her breasts . rich , pale blue fabrics standing contrast to silk . . . silver gold braided strands , milky and freckled skin . "if you have came to keep a watchful eye on behalf of my father , you can tell him that his daughter has yet to runaway."

@elpida

[merry-andrews]

@elpida this is the cutest line I've ever written T.T squeezing her hand gently like they're some bride and groom standing in the altar and not John and Eris, standing in the small bathroom covered in blood and mud and holding hands.. I'm screaming!

[isolatednights]

plotted starter for @elpida ( in our bird box verse with eden/asher )

the pair had ended up within the same building during the initial chaos, and while silas was certain the woman would have gladly gone off on her own, he'd been like a puppy trailing after. he's certain that at first he'd been nothing but extra baggage she wanted nothing to do with, but at this point it was the familiarity. the last reminisce and connection to what was before that seemed to keep them stuck together. it helped that they seemed to compliment each other - she was a survivalist. capable of protecting them both and doing what needed to be done, and silas had always been a people pleaser. schmoozing their way into safety or getting supplies where others were concerned before they moved once more.

the house they'd stopped in that day seemed blissfully empty - the windows and doors largely covered already. sliding his bag off his back and dropping it near the couch, the man padded about with a critical eye - immediately heading into the kitchen to pick through the cabinets. "looks like we have a little variety." and out of habit, he reached over to test the taps - a pleased noise escaping him when they sputtered water. "might be able to shower or at least fill up on water while we're here. they must've had solar."