Waeteeth‌:

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​

There he was again— Giovanni, the cubi remembered as a sigh fell from his lips before the man entered his establishment. It wasn’t that he didn’t fully like the guy, well, actually Silas could truly say that something about the human rubbed him a strange way. The presence and aura around him caused a bubbling within Silas’s gut, though he wasn’t exactly sure what that meant for the cubi in the grand scheme of things. After all, Giovanni didn’t hold as much power as someone such as himself but that had never stopped mortal’s from wreaking havoc when they felt the desire to. “Why, hello Giovanni. Long time no see,” a warm tone given the feeling that crept into his belly as their eyes met, “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” A relaxed pause as he leaned lightly on the front counter, listening to the graceful footsteps coming towards him, “What can I do for you this evening?”

@giovannixrusso​

30 Greek Mythology Headcanons

Hephaestus

Hephaestus: Are you particularly skilled at any crafts? If so, which?Painting, drawing, doll design, sculpture, furniture upscaling or creating, pottery, upholstery, just about any carpentry and carving.

ianthe-moreau‌:

WHO - OPEN

WHERE - Any local bar/club

WHEN - 2/28/2020

@corinthbaystarters​

Holding her fingers up towards the sky, Ianthe appeared to be attempting to push the moon closer to Venus, squinting her eyes. Ianthe tilted her head back, blowing a billowy halo of smoke above head, “Venus and the moon are kissing.” Ianthe spoke to the space around her, to the walls with ears and the shadows who took solace in the dimly glowing ally that she had. “Smoke?” She asked before her death Ianthe would have never picked up a cigarette, but now- it seemed trivial- it wouldn’t be what killed her anyway.

“Aphrodite and Selene, correct?” Silas asked, only having come more into contact with the Greek gods as he had moved closer to the Mediterranean area. Some of it was still new to him and he hid that fact, only what he actually was. He nodded at the offer, “Yes, thank you.” His voice soft— warm even as he took the cigarette from her hand and lit it. Silence settling over them as they each looked up at the night sky, both clearly in their own mindscape.

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.”

kieratandanu‌:

      These days it was rare that Kiera even had enough time to visit any shop that wasn’t her own tiny restaurant. But she had almost forgotten that it was her aunt’s birthday this weekend, and that she needed a gift. Luckily for her, her aunt wasn’t very picky, and for some weird reason entirely enamored with masks – and she knew where to get one, thanks to the fact that it wasn’t the first one she wanted to gift her. Eyes traveling over the masks on the wall, she shrugged her shoulders as the question was placed. “I’m not sure yet.” Her fingers were itching to just snap and get the masks from the wall herself, but instead she pointed to two of the colorful ones. “Could I take a closer look at those? I need a gift for my aunt.”

Grabbing the step ladder from behind the counter, Silas napped it open and proceeded to get the masks down. It was always an interesting experience working in the shop. Meeting all kinds of different styles of people and having a small peek into how they live. Individuals that found masks fascinating were more rare as he stepped out Korea, people finding them creepy or not wanting to feel as though the eyes followed them. Others, like many inside Greece, found them to be part of normal life. Performance tools that many used in theatrical performances, much like his own culture history and loved that he could use his talents again. Silas snagged the two and slowly came back down, placing them both in front of the woman, “We also offer gift boxes to fit the mask, along with wrapping paper to fit the occasion.”

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