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oceansrevenge​:

[pm] That must have been a beautiful sight. I know they are. I did warn her of some cultists. Cannot be sure if it’s just my waters or everything that they want to pollute. Either way, they will be a violent end. 

It has been. I can feel their joy as they swim off into the open water. So it seems, but I will assure they get to where they need to be. In the meantime, I’m enjoying their presence. 

Metzli was certainly right about you, not that I ever doubted them. Nature needs all the protectors it can get and sounds like it has one in you. I suppose this is considered small in modern day, still a bit bigger than I’m used to. Ah, yes, it is. My duty kept me cave bound for a few centuries there. I think this may be homebase for me now. What do you find about here makes it better than most? 

[pm] Cults sprouting as much as weeds. This one got a “god” begging for love on the internet, too? Bah. Condolences. How’s your waters? Will keep a closer eye on her Lake. 

[User twirls her hair.] Oh. You know how to charm a lady. Centuries! Ah. Ken how hungry caves can be. [...] Town’ll fill your heart those missing years. Love the happenings. The people. Most towns overrun by Humans. Human problems. Human ills. Still got lots of that shit here. But the cracks’re full of fun. 

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nicsalazar​:

[pm] How long did it take you? To get it back? That’s not English or Spanish I don’t know what you’r Appreciate that.

Uh. Gave him a scare. Well, not me, but I helped torture h You’ve probably heard of a lampade before, right? We used his  Had him stared into his eyes.

He’s saying I should  Did you  How did you know about

Ellie, can I Would you answer something for me?

[User stops to think.] Amn’t sure. How long till a trickle turns to stream? Feels it’s still trickling. [...]

Oh! That Irish bastard? Love him. You know him? Small town.

[User takes a moment to remember being mad-eyed isn’t considered fun to others.] [...] Ah. Right. Poor lad. [...] There be more of that?

[...] Aye? What is it?

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@deathisanartmetzli​ in response to this

[pm] No, he's annoying!

I'm just cute. Take for instance, what I look like right now, looking at this message:

I drew it myself :)

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[User laughs]

[pm] So close to life! Damn near thought it were a picture.

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stolensiren​:

[pm] Fine.

You know I’m not trying to fight, like, specifically bears, right?

[pm] Aye. But can’t give tips on fighting the whole forest. Well. Could [...] No too long Still. Don’t be doing it to lots. Is bad for the forest n you. Becomes nother source of darkness in the eyes. Fighting’s calming. But not when it’s greedy. 

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teaganmyrick​:

[pm] Punishment? I suppose I understand that. Was why I was alone for so long. Felt like I needed to pay back for mum’s death. Like I should’ve been stronger. But I’m glad to hear they’ve got a spark. Much deserved.

A challenge! I do enjoy a good bet.  Be warned though, I was taught by the best. Stealth is key for my kind. Hope your wallet is ready!

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[pm] Condolences lass. No paying for that. Not from you. Hunters’re cruel fucks like that. Am glad it didn’t stick. Got yourself a nice wee group now, hm? You seeing more of those lady friends? 

Aye aye aye! Be warned. My arms mean. My shrieks meaner. Hm! James be the judge. He'll love watching all em ducks.

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Some Macleods by @deathisanartmetzli

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stolensiren​:

[pm] […] I don’t know. Maybe. Can you […] not tell Metzli? They’ve got enough on their plate.

[pm] Don’t make me need to. 

Hmm. Bears love it when you get real close. Their hugs deadly. But hate spices to the face. Specially in the eyes. Anything in the eyes. Best not go doing it to lots. It’s cruel. I’ll tell.

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chasseurdeloup​:

[pm] Never claimed to be a fun guy. 

Wait, are you saying there are people trying to bring back the tree? Can that eve happen? It’s dead. It has to be. It– Why the fuck would someone want it back? Putain. I’ll keep coming around, then. I don’t have a whole lot else to do, anyway. I can try to make sure now one fucks with the area.

Oh, that’s nice. Hope they like it. How far did you have to go to get it? I take it that it probably wasn’t a fresh deer carcass. 

[pm] [...] What did Nicole d

Death don’t touch plants like the rest. Some can return. Specially with help. That overgrown fuck loved forcing lotsa help! Hm! Weaved some Four Knots. Planted some wards. Try not to get too scared off when you see em. 

Oh they liked it lots! Fucking temptress of a Ha! No. Bit more fancy than a deer carcass. Had to hop over a few towns. 

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eyes-in-the-night​:

[pm] Sláinte. Oh you know I could never. Sides their a might bit too annoying for my tastes. (Ye can tell ‘em that too, long as you punctuate it with a wink.)  Like a little siblin’ 

[pm] Ha! Gonna tell em without a blink. :-)

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Keira Knightley on the set of ‘Collateral Beauty’ in NYC, March 21.   

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nicsalazar​:

[pm] Alright. Least you’re aware. Hope she is as well. You’re real smart, so hopefully nothing that won’t have a solution. 

Yeah. That’s where I feel  There’s no other place like  I owe my life to the woods. What do you me Lost to a voice too? I think so Only took my whole fami they already got what they wanted. I think I could never find out Family’s gone cause of them.

Okay. If you say Okay, I trust your judgement. I trust you. I do hope he’s trying. Don’t need this whole revenge shit to be a cycle  I’ll just avoid him if I see him. Kinda hurt him a little last time around.

[pm] She kens it. Is real strong too. 

That we share. Aye. Lost to a voice. Took me a tick to recall it. [...] Fucking better be gone. Na meanbh-chuileagan orra. Condolences, charaid. 

Aye. Is trying. Hm! Want me to give him a shoo when [...] Wait. How?

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teaganmyrick:

[pm] May Fate bless you, enaid.

Why on earth would they feel that way? No one deserves that. They seem to be nothing but […] nice kind?. Glad it isn’t making them miserable though. Must be good to see them happy?

Could be a fantastic game with you! I’d love that. Not able to have that kind fun with my friends who aren’t of my waters.

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[pm] Appreciated, Poet.

Want for punishment. There’s a balance to this world. But got no care for that. They got lotsa shit balancing any Bah. Aye. May be one of the dark. But it been in their eyes too long. Nice to see em now sparkling. If only that damn arm would

Hmmm. You drown me 3 times before a Mallard flies. Buy as many cakes as you want. You fail. Gotta eat one of my bakes. Deal? :-)

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oceansrevenge​:

[pm] It did, yes. She really is quite stunning when she is out for blood. I look forward to hearing of all those she drowns that dare to invade her now healthy waters. 

Yes, just the ocean taking back what rightfully belongs to her. Oh, they did. Watching them all swim freely in the open water for the first time under the stars was truly a magnificent sight. Some of the larger ones do. These particular ones that I freed are not native to Maine. I am making sure they are capable of fending for themselves before I take them to waters more suited to them. When they migrate of their own accord, it’s typically something they do alone. 

It is, they are missing so much of the best the world has to offer, but that is why guardians exist. Yes, there is so much concrete, not even artful like they used to attempt. Much preferred the small settlements, more balanced, but the Fates will always find a way to maintain balance. 

[pm] Mm. Aye. Seen a kill up close. Her Lake’s well protected. 

Aye. Always lovely to see those coming home. May the wind be at their backs. But fated to see em circling back round. This place don’t let go easy. Always embracing. Always searching. 

Agreed. Like to gobble up the shits I find. Those that plant too much concrete. And other sorts. Mhm. Smaller places got their charms. Always find myself called to em. Heard this your first in a tick. One the best I seen. Don’t get your hopes up for others. 

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eyes-in-the-night​:

[pm] Well that’s a charm to hear, sent ‘em home grinnin’ halfway to the back o’ their head the other night. Hope it stayed such after they parted ways. Right piece of art you got there for yerself Pecan. 

[pm] Aye they are. Been spending lotsa time with you. Hm! Plan on stealing em from me? 

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stolensiren​:

[pm] It will. I know it will.

[…] I told them […] some. Not about the thing with the bear. I don’t want them to know about that.

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Aye. Good. [...] You gonna go look for nother one? 

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Token of Love | Eilidh & Milo

TIMING: Current. PARTIES: @wickedmilo & @braindeacl SUMMARY: Milo has been sober for 2 weeks. Eilidh makes him something to celebrate. WARNINGS: Addiction, drug abuse.

It wasn’t unusual for Metzli, and EIlidh to go on trips together. Whether it be to the centre of White Crest, the deepest recesses of the forest, or places Milo had never heard of before, and likely would never hear of again… he could always count on them to return. Sometimes they behaved suspiciously, sometimes it was obvious they were only leaving to hunt, or have sex in places they really shouldn’t be having sex in. He had learned the hard way not to ask too many questions, but regardless, always insisted on seeing them off. He wasn’t dramatic. There were no serious goodbyes, or meaningful, drawn out hugs, but like a child might hover by the front door as their parents got ready for work, he had taken to doing the same. Lingering in the new entrance hall, beside the steps leading down to his basement bedroom, he watched affectionately as Metzli wandered by, disappearing into the living area. There was an undeniable sense of excitement in the air. Metzli had mentioned a date a couple of days prior, he could only assume that was the reason for it. Taking comfort in the fact that, no matter what, the two always managed to come back to him, he offered Eilidh a quiet smile. She glanced towards where Metzli was still occupied before crossing the distance between them, looking at him with intent, as though she had something important that she wanted to say. “If you’re going to tell me to behave myself while you’re out, you really don’t need to do that anymore.” He teased, his curiosity peaked. It was much harder to do any damage when he was clean, and sober. Suddenly it felt difficult to get himself into trouble. “If anything I should be the one telling you to be careful. Use protection and all that…” He grinned, his eyes shining with mischief.

Eilidh didn’t understand his change. His urge. At first, it felt they had lost a part of their bond. Their fun times suddenly washed away, forever. Her assumption was placed on those words on bitter tongues. Pressures from peers culminating in the opposite of what parents warned. More like made a big fuss of, she thought. She had her own experiences with drug consumption. In how it often consumed you, too. A deal she agreed with each puff and sniff and prick, for every good was paired with its opposite. Balanced. A thought that hardly left her lips at the sight of Milo’s determination. He had no use for that cycle. Well, at least, there was a want for that disinterest. A difficult battle. It made her worried for the days to come; made her want to discourage it all. She felt she should. But… it was an effort that made him happy. In doing so, it led to her own. A joy he greatly needed, for it would be his needed balance. A loss of a love equalized by a loss of a thing he no longer did. At least, helped partially. It should be celebrated; battles called for medals. She knew of those modern, human customs. Of old friends who showed her tokens with their eyes dark but smiles bright. Smiles that sometimes pushed away the dark.

Eilidh’s hands were not skilled in metals, but they knew textiles. Small but firm, her creation was nestled in her palm. She approached him with an eager grin. “Bah. Should be warning those we run into of such.” Her lips gained an extra curl. “Ear protection.” She paused for a chuckle, letting the joke simmer. Then pushed aside the teasing with a wave of her hand. Allowed for the wanted topic to slip in the gap — become the focus. “But first.” The creation switched hands. Slipped into his palm with ease, since it was made for him. A knitted token of golden yarn, with a number made of sparkling thread. Twinkling like a precious gem. “For you. For ye efforts.”

Milo laughed, enjoying the way Eilidh always looked at him. He could see the love in her eyes, alongside the genuine care for his wellbeing. He knew she didn’t need to support him in his endeavour to get clean. She was probably missing the way they used to bond over substances. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was too. It was impossible when the nights they spent together used to bring him so much joy, used to feel so freeing, and cathartic. Yet she had been supportive, and sincere. Staying by his side without voicing an opinion on the matter, which meant more to him than he would ever be able to say. He had come to appreciate her steadfast presence, the knowledge that, even when she didn’t necessarily understand his decisions, she would try to acknowledge them. This acceptance meant he didn’t expect her to raise the subject. Certainly not in a way that might encourage his sobriety. So when she held out a small knitted token, it took him a moment too long to realise what the purpose of it was. “For my efforts?” He echoed, delicately turning it over in his palm. The number 2 had been embroidered with a thread that caught the light, and as he watched it shine, the significance of it became apparent to him. Two weeks of sobriety, and he had his very first token. A token he had never thought he would have the privilege to earn. It wasn’t as though an NA group would be beneficial to him when he couldn’t be open, and honest about his trauma. Not for the first time, he wondered what a supernatural support group would look like. Staring down at it, running his thumb over the embroidery as he contemplated both how far he had come, and how far he still had to go, he swallowed his emotion in an attempt to collect himself. “Did- did you make this?” He looked back up, blinking tears away before they were able to fall. “You made this for me?”

Eilidh watched him with growing anticipation. A growth in tandem with his realization to the cause of her gift. Her smile joined the cultivation of the moment, soon threatening to split her face in two. It was so funny, how something so small could inspire such blooms. Kin to the acorn, warm in color and potential. In time, only more would grow from it. Even in her doubts, her worries she had seen realized in others, his face told her so. The oak would grow. At least for a moment, but a moment is all anyone got. A hum whistled passed her smiling teeth at his inquiry. A smile that wavered, but not with it her delight, as his tears almost flowed. Those floodgates did not open, but something else did in her heart. “Nah. Want ye to give it to Metzli.” There was a chuckle to her voice that rang out into nothing, taking with it the remainder of her grin. Her lips pressed into that of thought. “Seen those wee things ‘fore. Figured is the time ye oughta start getting ‘em, hm?” Those like them were barred from many aspects of society. Human society. Things she could do well without — had always done well without. But she knew the young ones struggled with the transition between worlds, trying to balance on that delicate tightrope. Before he finally made that plunge, she hoped, at least, this could offer some reprieve. And perhaps even more so in her arms, as she wrapped him into a hug.

Milo laughed at the joke, the sound coming easily to him. After losing Silas, laughter didn’t feel right, but he was beginning to allow himself brief moments of contentment. He might actually go insane without them. Certainly the journey he was taking would be made impossible. “No way- not happening.” He teased right back, clutching the token to his chest. He already felt protective of it, proud of everything it stood for. “Metzli didn’t put in the work.” That wasn’t technically true, his mind conjured images of Metzli shivering on their old sofa. Suffering the aftermath of sharing in his addiction. He hadn’t realised at the time just how powerful his desires were. It scared him to truly consider. But for the sake of keeping the conversation light, he sidestepped correcting his statement. “I, uh… I kind of secretly wanted one.” He admitted, knowing if he was still human, blood would be rushing to his face. It made him feel childish, and somewhat exposed, but if he could be honest with anybody, he could be honest with Eilidh. Especially now, while she was inviting him to confide in her. “I just don’t think those groups are the right place for a vampire, you know… not that I was excited about telling a bunch of strangers my secrets.” His smile growing, Eilidh pulled him into a hug before he was able to initiate the contact, and he melted into it, letting his cheek rest heavily against her shoulder. “I don’t need them anyway.” He added, his voice muffled, but undeniably dripping with love. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, the token safe in the palm of his hand. “I have you…”

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Timing: Way back in early Spring With: @braindeacl & @eyes-in-the-night Warnings: Memory loss, ptsd symptoms Summary: Correy and Eilidh catch up.  

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