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{ this is now officially an archive. i’ll be over here from now on. }

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{ this is now officially an archive. i’ll be over here from now on. }

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{ this is now officially an archive. i'll be over here from now on. }

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-weeps in the corner as i try to revive this account;

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♔ And that's the start of how he was on his knees, head bowed with hair covering coal lashes. How scraped palms ran against the rough fabric of jeans as there was that period of silence - period of waiting. Those few seconds of nothing were killing him, the tile under his body awaiting the fate of guts and, hopefully, glory.

"Hold his hand, Quinn," came a soft voice, the one he knew as Dymetri, watching his own battered fingers wrap tightly around the leather bound book he had seen back home in Andrew's apartment. The one that began with a 'B' - one he never learned to pronounce.

He watched the sneakers of said God move to face Dymetri, a noise of indignation leaving him - loud and echoing in the barely furnished room.

"You're kidding me--"

"For once in that eternal life of yours, do something for someone else!" boomed the elder, louder voice, causing the teen on the floor to whimper and twitch from his knelt position.

"...He might die."

"I don't care," he could hear himself speaking quietly, causing the silence in the room to come back, only thicker, enabling him to choke on his tears. "Please jus'... take it away."

"Cayden, come on. This is way too dangerous. I got lucky because I'm not an ounce of human," he heard Quinnton speak from above him, watching from under his eyelashes as he knelt down and took one of his trembling hands.

"R-Remember... when you told me that... that I could be happy again? That I could be better? Y-You said this c-could make me better. Help me, Q. I need you right now."

He watched the emotions play over the God's face until it settled on impassive, eyes gleaming with tears. He watched his lips form around the words, unable to hear him.

"Do it."

His second hand was lifted, holding the holy book in his hand and leaned his forehead against the other males, eyes slipping shut.

"...Shit. --              "Ο Δίας, αν μπορείτε να μας ακούσετε, καλούμε τη δύναμή σας. Ο Θεός του δικού μας είδους, χρειαζόμαστε το χέρι σας για να μας βοηθήσει καθαρίσει το μυαλό του ένα αγόρι."

"I'm scared," he admitted softly to the boy before him, eyes still tightly shut, feeling fingers tangle through the matted hair at the nape of his neck, clenching the book tighter, almost digging into the book itself.

"I know... but it's gonna be okay. We'll go out and do all the crazy ass shit you kept goin' on 'bout. Yeah?" Breath fanned over his face as the deity spoke and he cracked a small smile, curling into the warmth that he was being embraced into.

"Yeah," he whispered back, feeling lips press against his forehead.

"Τις αμαρτίες του; Μο��χεία, η βία, και μια ενιαία μέτρηση της δολοφονίας."

There was a violent flinch against his body and as he opened his eyes to look up, he was buried into a smaller chest - one that began to tremble.

"Q?"

"Shut up."

"Έχει παρακάλεσε, μετανόησε και ζητά τη βοήθειά σας. Επομένως, σας παρακαλώ, αν ακούτε! Βοηθήστε μας να τον θέσει σε ευκολία, αν μόνο μία φορά. Βοηθήστε μας να το πάρει μακριά--"

The shock made them all jump, almost causing the book to slip from his fingers, longer ones holding the book in place, the body trembling even further. He finally opened his eyes and peeked up, red curls obscuring his vision, unable to see red eyes looking back at him but the sky above them was what he became frightened of.

Whipping and cackling, a bright yellow current rippled in the air like a typhoon, licking at his skin, causing him to cry out and try to pull away. Stronger arms kept him locked in place, before he was met with watery eyes and fingers pressed to his forehead.

"Q... w-what's going on?" he whispered in a broken voice, free hand touching the fingers to his forehead, realizing a beat too late that the hand there wasn't Quinn's.

"Look at me, okay? Look at me," was all the response he got back, and the fingers curled before he felt the burning.

He squeezed his eyes shut and clawed at the arms holding him, to let him go, the book dropping from his hands as he felt a scream rip from his throat - turning from shrill to a gurgle in seconds. He didn't know what he was screaming, it wasn't even German, but as time went on the pain stopped, vanished. Lips were pressed to his own chapped ones, words he couldn't make out murmured against them (I'm sorry, Cayden), and as if all air left his lungs at once, everything went to black.

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How have you been feeling lately, Cayden? Still crying over /him/?

♔ His eyes narrowed and he looked to his hands, realizing his nails were digging into his palms. "I feel like shit all the time, fuck you very much." A beat before he began to feel the sharp stinging sensation where his nails were embedded before removing them. "And after tomorrow, I won't cry over anythin' anymore. I won't haveta cry because I'm gonna be strong. I'm gonna protect what means the most to me - 'cause he's gonna need me. I know he will."

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♔ "Twenty-four hours left. How fucked up is that--?" But then again, he'd feel free and he'd never have to worry again - so he could wait. He already suffered this long - though he really should heed Chronos' warning.

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( -- ♔ "Ha--h! Haah!" It was useless, he grunted, as he fell to his knees, chest heaving. Kicking and punching wasn't exactly the best technique in self defense, but he never really had anything to defend until now. He had stolen one of a certain cherubs pistols and shot with an unsteady hand at his target (a piece of paper hanging off a branch), only making two holes out of the twenty bullets he had. And now, though he had been pretending to be fighting off a perpetrator, he was back to square one. Maybe he'd ask Judit for combat lessons...--

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♔ Rubbing at his slowly bruising cheek, the pup sniffled and hobbled up, finally feeling the sharp sting of gravel in a wound that started from his knee down his leg. As if he had never hurt himself in the first place, he began to search for his new toy, only to see it was in that same blond's hands. He still couldn't tell if this was a boy or girl, so he tried to be polite - because he may still think girls were gross, but he had to be "a gentleman". "Me? Ja, 'm okay. Thank jou for giving me ball back!" He took the ball with one hand and stuck out his other one. "'m Cayden! Vat's jour name?" A pause, and remembered that the pack leader would always compliment a lady when he spoke to them. He did so, too, just to be safe. "Jou're very pretty, too!"

       ╰♗╮ ⇢ Of course the small angel’s attention drew over to the small boy not at all too far away; senses not yet fully developed making it impossible for him to tell whether or not the other was human. Grimacing slightly as the poor thing got smacked in the face by their toy on the way back down — Andrew couldn’t help but shuffle over and pick up the ball before it rolled away for good. “Uhm.” A pause as bright honey hues blinked; Andrew currently at an internal struggle whether to talk or not, knowing he was already in trouble for having stepped outside of his house (though he never recalled leaving). ” —- … are you okay?” And the ball was extended out in a bruised hand.

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♔  Of course the second he strayed from the pack he'd get lost. But there was a ball rolling down the street and he wanted it - the shiny metallic thing - so he followed. Diving for the rather large ball he grabbed it in his dirty hands, scraping his knees in the process but he felt like it was worth it for his new toy. Shaking his head he tossed it up, only to spot something in his peripherals (human? A kid! Potential friend?), and in his distraction the ball came back down and smacked him in the face. It knocked him to the ground, the boy letting out a pathetic whine in the process. "Autsch! Stoopid ball..."

       ╰♗╮ ⇢ “Είμαι έξω?” —- he’s outside? But he wasn’t supposed to be outside, Joel would be furious! Eyes quickly scan about his surroundings — the small youth even hopping up to try and see beyond what he could but ——— he couldn’t see his familiar home anywhere! “Oh no —-!”

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i'm going to say it again -- cayden happens to be my original character. that being said, i could randomly decide to turn him into a girl one day and you cannot tell me otherwise. cayden became an escort for a reason, and, yes, there are cases of prostitutes going into it hating it and always hating it, but some suck it up and get the hell over it because hooking makes good money - illegal or not. furthermore, it's sex - a concept that isn't foreign and don't start that 'slut' and 'whore' shaming bullshit because i will pin you down and sew your lips shut. cayden isn't over his ex, and he never will be, probably, because it was his first love. but he's not turning down his job yet, so, being cayden - jaded or not - he always find some sort of optimism and instead of bitching (LIKE CAYDEN DOES) he puts on his big boy pants and does what he has to do. 

tldr; get the fuck off my characters back. i don't even know why i had to rant about it.

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          ♛ ( give me a sign — i want to “believe”;                       whoa, annabelrising:

                                           i’d pay to see you frown; )

♔ There wasn't much his dulled senses could pick up nowadays, too focused on forgetting, be it things that made him separate from the human race, and then some, but he couldn't ignore that sixth sense of something different nearby. He looked up from where he sat on the concrete, toying with his fingers and playing with frayed ends of his shorts. She was pretty, at least but young. Very young -- it reminded him of his sister. He hoped she wasn't-- "Lost or somethin'?" Excuse the wolf because he wasn't very social anymore - life jaded him. But, in the back of his mind he was praying that she wasn't... -- Please don't let her be--

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sighs.

so, i think i might take a few day break from my accounts. for, personal reasons. there are a few i may not go on for a while (ie: cayden and, possibly, quinnton), but there are personal reasons i can't really... disclose. anyway, i love you all and i'll be back eventually. thanks.

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wait, werent you in a pretty serious relationship at one point, cayden? how did you become a whore so suddenly?

♔ The pup blinks, and then let’s his face fall - heart dropping into his stomach. “I’m… not a w-whore…” he mumbled, pushing his hair from his face. It made him feel disgusting all over again. “Charlie and I were good, but it ended. I ran away ‘cause I was scared… really scared, and then he left, too. It’s my fault. It’s… really my fault this is all so fucked up, y’know?” He doesn’t want to cry, because he was getting better, was he not? “It was to punish myself,” he admits quietly, “‘cause I had somethin’ good and I messed it all up and he’s gone. I ‘unno where he is, and I don’t think lookin’ for him will change anythin’.

"Fuck off, please? I don’t… owe anythin’ to anyone but him."