Noahkramer‌:

kieratandanu​:

for @silaskyun​.

     “You look like you need something to eat.” Kiera’s feet hurt from standing in her pride boots all day, and as the streets had lightened up a little, she had decided to take a break by taking a seat on the counter of her booth, legs dangling in the air as she presented a plate with rainbow colored cupcakes to anyone who passed. She’d recognized the man from the shop she bought a mask for her aunt from not too long ago, and pointed her free hand at him with a wide smile on her face. Most importantly, he looked like he deserved to have some fun, and she’d always argue that it was easiest achieved with some good food. “I’ll give you a free taste test if you want. There’s nothing better than some rainbows in your stomach at pride.”

The witch that ran Kiki’s was easily one of his favorite individuals in town, admiring that even at such a young age she could carry all that weight and still place a smile on her face. “I could always use something to eat,” charcoal irises landing on the cupcakes in her hand, an array of colors being presented and sparkling details, “And rainbow cake always hits the plot.” Feet gently made their way over, fingertips reaching for one that displayed a light blue frosting with what looked to be a rainbow sour gummy on top. A childlike expression found its way on his face as he shoved a large bite into his mouth, eyes gently closing with delight and Silas had to stop himself from chatting with his mouth full. “I couldn’t possibly take anything from you for free,” he finally stated, frosting still along the creases and on his cheeks, “How much are they?”

“A familiar face,” the cubi stated as he gently removed his mask to reveal a smile as he came up to the couple. Over his time working with the werewolf on displaying her custom pieces, Silas had heard many lovely things about Nora’s wife and just hadn’t had the chance to meet her. His current state of fatigue was hardly the first impression he wanted to give, but from what he understood of the witch— there was probably no reason to worry over it. Eye bags on full display after another night of unrest, yet the scale was still firmly placed inside his pant pocket. Pulling out a hand to shake, the cubi gave a warm grin and spoke loudly over the crowds, “Seen any fun booths?”

@noraxzhao​

giovannixrusso​:

Humanity came with a variety of weaknesses that supernatural beings intended to exploit, but it also provided what might be considered the greatest weapon of all: being mistakenly underestimated. What he lacked in witchy voodoo powers, he made up in precise intelligence, meticulous plotting, and his own brand of charm. “It most certainly has been. Hope you weren’t avoiding me after our little chat.” He did like the other man, for what it was worth. Call it an indescribable magnetism which drew Giovanni in, but he also had a job to be done. “I’m actually still curious about something. Has anyone come to show or sell you a candle lately? It wouldn’t be a mundane thing; kind of old and ostentatious.” 

“I’m too much a creature of habit to avoid anyone,” which was mostly true when in places that felt comfortable enough to not consistently be ready to run. That was a quality that Corinth had provided, even with the recent displays of unrest and painful occurrences, Silas had yet to think that he was time to move. On top of it all, he had worked diligently to get the brick and mortar operation functioning in the bay. “A candle—” eyebrows furrowing slightly. It wasn’t often that anyone actually sold him a candle on purpose. Typically they were found in old dresser drawers that hadn’t been cleaned up, locked wooden boxes that hadn’t been touched in years, and the incubus’s onyx irises locked onto Giovanni, “Got a little more detail than that? Maybe color, even what it could have been accompanied with?”

kasandrarosales​:

“Gabriel believes that it’s suicide. He made that rather clear in… not so many words.” He had apologized in his own way, yet the harshness of her closest confidante’s words still rang true within the succubus’ mind. Not due to the vitriol, but rather because they weren’t unfounded in their assertion. “I know him well enough that he will always be overly protective, it’s a two way street as they say. Which is why I would rather ask you.” Kasandra and Silas were decent friends, yet they did not keep one another in metaphorical bubbles like she did with the ancient incubus. “As an outside, third party friend, what would you give as advice to me about this shifter situation?” @silaskyun​

Advice. It had been awhile since someone had actually come to him for that and it was hard not to look at Kasandra with a bit of surprise, onyx hues looking over her features for a read on her mood. “Are you sure you want to ask me?” the fellow cubi held a curious expression, along with all the classic signs of disbelief, “I mean, I think it's been well over two decades since the embers of my love life officially went out.” But that wasn’t the only factor throwing a wrench in the state of affairs that led to Gabriel’s reaction— the fact that it was a shifter had. Aphrodite could be so cruel, testing us to see how far one might go for a chance at love and be loved in return.

maddcxaquinc‌:

The days had seemed to blend together, Maddox only ever sure of the time, but not which day of the week it was. His head was haunted with the memories of the eidolons, the spirits that had seemed to life like, that had possessed faces of those they are not belonged to. Family members, friends, loved ones, enemies; they came flooding back to the streets of Corinth Bay, and left chaos in their wake. And he had seen them all. He had seen the anger in their eyes, the horror on their faces, and the cause of many of their deaths before him. It had left him shaken, weary and drained of the energy he had used in order to banish some of them back to the ethereal plane, to free those that had been tormented, even if for only a few minutes. He hadn’t even realized when the spell had been cast, banishing the eidolons back through the rift from which they came.

It was for this precise reason, that when he saw a man sitting on a bench, with spirits seemingly entirely too interested in him, Maddox approached quickly. His intention was to use what energy he still had to banish them, to send them away for a moment of reprieve — but the sight of the green scale, seemingly the object of the spirits’ attention, had him stopping short. A shiver ran the curve of his spine, his eyes transfixed on the item as it caught the light in an unique way. “What is that?” The question slipped from his tongue too quickly, his voice soft in the open air. There was something magical about it, but it felt — different, ancient.

“Nothing really, I don’t know,” quickly flew from the cubi’s lips as he closed his hand over the object of interest. Panic hung in his voice and in his expression, not understanding why he felt the sudden need protect it from anyone else's view. Even his dreams managed to consist of the item in some fashion, what little sleep he did get, and the bags under Silas’ eyes was evidence of both. He truly didn’t want to discuss it at all, especially with someone that just randomly found him on the street. Eidolon crowding them both as the energy fluxed.

Rapidly he realized this wasn’t the situation he wanted, not the position he wanted to be in, and continued to grip the scale. Though he couldn’t seem to bring himself to lie about it even when the feeling inside him screamed at him to do so. Assessing the situation, a darkness coming from the stranger that Silas hadn’t noticed before, he spoke, “I found it in my pocket, that happens at times in my line of work.” Well, that wasn’t completely true. Often he knew what was inside his pockets because he had purchased it, but the scale was different. It had shown up as if it was magnetized to the cubi and was unexplainable. Similar feelings vibrated inside his being and was reminded of a time when he was still human, picking up random objects of magical value to sell in his father’s shop. The same person floated around them currently and he forced himself to keep his charcoal hues away.

↳ SILAS KYUN — character aesthetic 

kieratandanu‌:

       Kiera was proud of what she had achieved with KiKi’s. She often wished her father was still alive to see her open her own restaurant and succeed with it, but it wasn’t a possibility anymore, so she kept to just being proud on her own. “Yeah,” she confirmed, nodding a little. “It’s a small restaurant. I prepare all kinds of foods and change the menu every day. From Greek to Chinese you can get pretty much everything at my place. You should stop by some time.”

“I will,” he stated firmly, making a note mentally that it was important. Supporting locals was a quality instilled in the cubi long before he had to call himself one, the Kyun family always doing their part however they could. Dining at small businesses that started from the ground, purchasing directly from artists instead of big chains, sticking with artisans had always led to a better community all around. “What’s on the menu tomorrow?” a genuine grin and interest in his tone.

ikarosxtheoinos​:

@silaskyun​

The club was alive and Ikaros felt as if he was having an out of body experience, he’d locked eyes with just about everyone on the dance floor. Slowly, the writhing bodies pressed in the club were turning ugly, a fight broke out after a couple of guys started getting into it. Each side imagined slights from the other as Ikaros toyed with the a few auditory and visual hallucinations. A bartender felt someone’s drink hit their face and with a practiced ease, Ikaros triggered a tactile illusion to simulate the cold sting of the ice and whatever else was in the glass. A girl slapped some guy and called over her boyfriend after she swore he’d grabbed her from the back, there was a heated dispute between a group of guys, another individual crying in the corner as everyone teamed up against them. 

Ikaros was having fun. Whatever enjoyable and predictable scene might have typically transpired on a Saturday night was something else entirely. Anarchy. Someone jumped over the bar and started throwing bottles across the room before security was lifting them back over, bodies were hitting the ground, people were weeping and running and laughing and fornicating. It hadn’t taken much, not really. People see what they needed to see and madness could follow. 

The kobalos sat at the bar, inconspicuous and barely noticeable, except perhaps that he was the only person who appeared even remotely sane. He met eyes with some good looking guy who looked terrified, Ikaros hadn’t afflicted him with any illusions but - was he casting some of his own? Ikaros was old, he remembered when the cubi were much more numerous than what numbers remained now. Still handsome, but maybe not as striking as Ikaros had initially thought. “Afraid you’re probably going to have to make your own drink,” the bartender hit the floor and Ikaros tilted his glass towards Silas, “don’t think you’re getting served tonight.”

The only time the incubus really found himself inside a club was when he had pushed himself to the limits of his hunger— starving and looking for easy prey. Random strangers off the street seemed to always lead him into tricky situations and the inebriated ones hardly knew their soul had been tainted. They blamed it on the liquor or whatever drug they had ingested, leaving Silas in the clear. That’s why he hung onto the sidelines more often than not, playing mysterious, just to see if he could lure any of them in without having to try for it. This allowed him to keep an eye on his surroundings, watch the crowd and how they moved. Most importantly, if any of them were actually just wolves in sheep’s clothing.

But this was a whole different sequence entirely. Disorder and havoc had seemed to take over every inch, making it burdensome to pick out his dinner. He watched as an argument over a woman ensued, her drink hitting the floor while the man Silas assumed she was supposedly there with planted a beer bottle on the others head. Next sight was the bartender who seemed to be wrestling with some of his own issues, droplets of liquid still making their way down his face before he suddenly hit the floor.

A petrified look crept onto the cubi’s face before he noticed a man clearly sizing him up. Silas wondered how long he had actually been watching him, realizing then that the stranger was really the only one that appeared to act, well, normal. That sure added to his curiosity, though the scene around him was just as curious. Even the recent festival now seemed utterly tame, along with his years of watching war and rebellion, and his charcoal irises did their best to capture as much as they could. “I’d say,” rapid head nods, followed by him unhesitatingly reaching for the closest bottle of clear liquor to refresh his drink and placing a few dollars in the bartender's tip jar, “Never seen it like this before.” ‘Never seen this ever,’ he thought as he looked back down at the bartender that was now unconscious, “Think he’s alright?”

“#” to leighton pls

Silas: Do you by chance know anything about bats? — five minutes later — Silas: Not because of you being a vampire or anything. Just because I have a little family of them living in my attic and could use some advice.

💐 from @franciscoamore​ give a gift During the days that the cubi was still living in Korea, every inch of his human-ness still intact, Silas had grown used to getting various gifts from friends to help supply the family shop. Not all was a gift. Some being a this for that, but often they would find something that caught their eye and reminded them of the Kyun’s. That dwindled down over the years as close ties became more rare and interactions depended on the type of supernatural being. It felt more dangerous than ever to have too many connections, especially with what he was and always did his best to keep his personal life to himself. Not that Silas was anti-social by any means, just able to carry on conversations without letting too much slip out. “How did you manage to snag this?” the cubi stated, excitement fluttering in the shadows of his voice. For most it was just a decorated tea bowl, but for Silas this was a connection to his home and the dynasty that his family used to serve. Fingers grazed the rim before picking it up completely, flipping it over to reveal the signature of his great-grandfather, “Thank you again, this is really special.”