Petravidalis‌:

waeteeth‌:

“Really? In this day an’ age?” He couldn’t find it in himself to be anything but a little intrigued. An artisan in Greece of all places, how….Strangely romantic? Jamie wasn’t quite sure if that was the right way to phrase it. Or if he even cared about it. However he did know he liked a man who worked with his hands in general, was a telltale sign they knew how to use them. 

Down boy. 

There wasn’t really a smell to him, which didn’t mean he wasn’t just a human, Jamie knew better by now. Still, woodworking felt like such a lost art, something he didn’t see too often anymore. If he’d have been in a mood to dwell on his past, he’d maybe have thought back to seeing his father whittle something out of an oak branch while they attended the stables at the estate. But he wasn’t too keen on that anymore, would tolerate a flash here and there, but that was it. “Ye a local then? Or sell those wares fae place tae place?”

A gentle head nod at the question as the bartender brought Silas his drink, placing it on a black coaster not too far from his hand. He moved to grip it, a tinge of butterflies throughout his insides as the man placed interest in his occupation, bringing the cocktail to his lips in hopes that it would relieve his own tension. It wasn’t often that he was interested in another without it being his dinner and the cubi’s obsidian hues lit up faintly at discussing his work.

“Local now,” he stated after clearing his throat, liquor burning its way down his esophagus as it planted into his empty stomach and felt the warmth take him, “Just a few years, shop on the main street. Though I have done some place to place,” the accent was still a bit rough on the cubi’s ears, but he could place enough to get the message. Silas honestly couldn’t even fully place it, just knowing the brunette had to be from some United Kingdom attached area— right? “Bit difficult to manage,” he spoke over the sudden change in music, club seeming to get louder as they sat inches apart at the bar-top.

Alexandros + Poseidon

Alexandros: Have there ever been repercussions to your actions you regret?I absolutely regret not fighting for my sister, Ri-na. Not being able to protect her when she needed it the most and not fighting with the Japanese for taking her. I can only imagine what her fate turned out to be and I should have been right there with her. Most might expect it to be my transition, but I know I still would have done it all over again.

Poseidon: Have you ever been so consumed in a task that you lost the reasoning behind it?Often with my art, yes. Wondering if each of these pieces actually make a difference or if I’m just unable to completely let go of the past. Yet— well, I guess I still create so not all is lost.

gabrielxnikephoros‌:

“I heard…that Tranquilitea is under the ownership of a shapeshifter who just really fucking likes tea. Then you have the witch at Anxietea who loves the magical brews that do a little more for the person that drinks it. Neither is really better in my opinion, but I’ve also had way too much fucking tea in my life time.” It took Gabriel a few more moments, but he placed his hand against Silas’s chest, “What’s wrong?” He noted the exhaustion that seemed to creep in from the other’s soul – the way he looked far more tired, almost like Kasandra had. 

Waving a hand, Silas tried his best to ignore the topic of his own personal health. He had been on the brink of exhaustion all week and each moment the cubi finally made it into deep sleep, the usual nightmare routine would creep in. There was no way he wanted to talk about it fully, even with the look of pure concern hanging on Gabriel’s face and filling Silas with guilt. “Haven’t fully recovered from the Eidolon’s,” a white lie that he hoped didn’t show through given his current state and tried to change the subject back, “I like Anxietea’s Secret Tea Party blend with the rooibos. You can’t tell me you don’t have a favorite.”

anaxcavallero‌:

“What on earth is this meant to be?” The woman held a particular trinket aloft, dubious of its use or even worth as she scoured Knick Knack in a mild effort to entertain herself. Most of the various items were a far cry from revolutionary to Ana, however she did glean some semblance of amusement from antagonizing the store owner… Regardless of how alluring he might appear. Hues skirted along the notepad lying open at the front counter, her prior item laid beside it as she observed the drawings. “He sketches. Is this a quirky little past time or should I be searching for your name in the newspaper comics?” @silaskyun​

“Both,” the cubi quickly replied, not looking up as the brunette continued to look around the shop. He was used to this kind of behavior from Ana when she came in, not all objects appealing to the vampire and finding many of them worth mocking. Silas honestly didn’t mind. Not all of his knacks were meant for all tastes and his years of hardship had given him especially thick skin. “I’ve done this as a quirk and for money in newspapers, even some political comics if the money was right.” A statement that held a lot of truth, although he wasn’t sure if anyone could actually find his works anymore. War and time had destroyed a lot of things from his past, some was still probably sitting in an artifact collection back in Korea just collecting dust.

waeteeth‌:

“There ye are, thought ye’d never show up.” Normally Jamie didn’t really have a problem telling people to fuck off, but it was too early in the night to start anything. The woman who’d been chatting him up at the bar, he’d completely ignored her to sidle up to a stranger who’d just walked through the bar. A stranger who smelled of sawdust and amber, something smooth and sweet. Interesting enough to keep around for the moment if he didn’t completely scare him off. Which wouldn’t be completely unreasonable, he would be beyond miffed if someone had pulled the same thing on him. Unless-

“Play along for fifteen minutes an’ I’ll buy ye literally whatever ye want.” @silaskyun​

The night had really only just started for the young cubi when the dark haired man slid up next to him. Typically it would be Gabriel, ready to get him into another round of trouble, but the accent didn’t match. Well, actually height had seemed to be the only thing that matched as Silas’ charcoals caught the strangers seafoam hues. Younger and carried an energy about him that screamed disorderly. Along with the accent— a sound that Silas hadn’t spent much time around and he racked his brain on where to place it. Irish, maybe? The United Kingdom area seemed to be on the right track as his eyes scanned him before catching eye on a tattoo around their collarbone. “Fine,” he agreed as he put on a smile and acted as though he had known this stranger for years, “Sorry, ran a little late tonight. You must not have gotten my text.”

Steven Yeun photographed by Matteo Mobilio for GQ Magazine (2018)

Over time, Silas had gotten used to forgetting a day or two from the past. Memory had this oddness about it that could be fleeting or become twisted and he had noticed this gradually as the years passed on. That’s what his journaling had been for, a habit that started during the war and only continued as things worsened in his home country. But this was and felt so different. Sure a day would go by that might be less than eventful, causing the cubi to pause at the memory of the day or two before— but the day was gone. Not just little cracks of what happened, completely wiped from existence. All he had was the various notes he had written later that night about the oddity and curiosity of what he had seen that night. However, none of it made sense and Silas couldn’t even draw out the connection. When his mind would try to dig it out, it was as though a dark blank was placed there instead.

Tapping lightly on the end of his pen, Silas sat puzzled on a bench outside his shop. The sign currently read closed as he grappled with the situation. As if the memory wasn’t hard enough for him, the damn Eidolon’s wouldn’t let him be. They were trying their hardest to chip away at him, but his attentions had been in so many different places that seeing his dead relatives had been the last of his concerns. The scale and the journal entry was driving the cubi madder than any Eidolon could. Even the fact that his sister wasn’t present in his hauntings didn’t phase him, a detail that wouldn’t have usually gone past the young cubi and instead the emerald shimmer flooded his thoughts. He shuffled it through his fingers tips, eyes locked and entranced while the world around him seemed to keep beating. How could he have possibly noticed the shadow of a man coming towards his direction?

@maddcxaquinc​

Pandora

Pandora: What is the worst gift you’ve ever received?-chuckles lightly- Oh gosh, I remember my brother’s first attempt at crafting this keepsake box for one of my birthdays and it was— it was truly hideous but he made it from his heart. The color was this puke green and I believe it also had some touches of cherry red. Even the latch didn’t work right, but I smiled anyway.