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( captivve-cherub​ )

 Despite the tattoos adorning his body, the ink couldn’t exactly remove the divinity in his blood. The more he focused on her, this strange woman, the more Caelan became aware of this pull which beckoned the blond to speak up. He’d felt the pull once when meeting Caden, perhaps another citizen in Raleigh; but it was always akin to a blanket. This pull screamed out home, familiarity and companionship, someone who would understand his plights without Caelan so much as having to utter a word. Shifting just slightly where he sat, blue hues noted the sudden tension in the stranger’s body. Another apology lingered upon his tongue, this time at an attempt to keep her from feeling uncomfortable; but then she approached. “Nope, no investigation here. This detective’s off duty for now.” He couldn’t help but chuckle, warmth budding in his stomach. However, the blond did shoot this new woman a questioning look; a brow quizzically raised and a disbelief in his eyes. Ah, but as a cop he should have known better–even the most innocent-looking of people could carry quite the track record. “That would require digging into the database,” He said. Before he could ask any further questions, Caelan’s attention drew back to his portrait. “Oh! I mean…I think so,” He outstretched the pad, judging Persephone’s likeness to his sketch. It was highly detailed and realistic, but the male wasn’t one to boast. “You know, how about you be the judge of that?” He suggested, turning the pad towards Persephone instead. 

There’s an unmistakable kindness around his eyes that Persephone finds herself drawn to. Without talking to him more, seeing his other half in action, she can only make a guess that he’s not of the same type she is- at least she’s guessing. Nothing to base it on of course, this is all still fairly new to her. Other Elohim are new to her, she’s kept too low a profile and ran at the first sight of another (and yet she’s been drawn here where she’s found at least two others, maybe more). 

She can feel how tense her shoulders are as she stands over him, leaned slightly to get a better look at the paper in his hands. So he’s a detective. Certainly knows how to make friends, huh Seph. She keeps herself from rolling her eyes, not entirely his fault his profession irks her and instead shifts focus solely to the art he’s presenting. The urge to take her finger out and smuge a few lines as if it’s her work is strong, so she shoves her hands in her pockets. “You’re incredibly talented.” Zero hint at sarcasm or anything less than true admiration for the sketch presented to her. Eyes lift up to him with a soft kind of grin, lips together but it still softens her features. 

“I’m Persephone.” Might as well be friendly to him, see what he does.

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( kitsune-jett​ )

The loud drumming of rain echoed in Jett’s ears. Each droplet that fell sent the humans around him scurrying away and underneath the nearest form of coverage that they could find. They shivered from the cold water that the heavens brought down upon them. Not Jett, though; a water Kitsune never felt safer, more powerful than they did when it rained. Still, he had to play the part of a human, and so he wore his hoodie pulled tight around him and marveled at the sudden downpour that hit them. “Wow, that came out of nowhere. Do you think a storm is coming or something?”

There’s something comforting in the rain, Seph notes. The way it causes a stillness in the world, if only for a moment, as everything stops to let the rains fall. Humans scatter at the first sign of the drops but she opens palms to the sky and lets it wash over her with eyes closed. A silent prayer sent to her father, always when she has a moment of pause and to relax. He may not always reply but she likes to think about him often. 

She’s soaked through in almost a matter of moments, the rain coming down hard. The voices around her are drowned out by the patter of the rain falling but one rises above the rest and breaks a smile to the Elohim’s face. “I hope so.” There’s something ethereal about thunder, she finds comfort in the storms. She remembers stories from her childhood, how thunder and lightening are from the Heavens and it makes her laugh every time. It’s nothing so magical anymore, just science, but the thoughts of a childhood myth bring joy to those blue eyes. “I love storms.” Hands still reach to catch falling drops, though attention turns toward the other. “You don’t seem too off put by the rain either.”

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“Don’t ask questions, just let me borrow whatever cash you have in your pockets.” Maybe she intends to give it back, maybe not. To trust a stranger is the question now- and she’s got this look on her face that says to trust her but the glint in her eyes screams bad intentions. Fingers wiggle, impatient as they wait for cash to hit their palm. “Come on.”

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captivve-cherub​:

Most days when leaving the station for his break–rather than visit a restaurant or perhaps make the choice to go for a jog–Caelan much preferred to find somewhere comfortable to sit, pull out his notepad, and aimlessly sketch passersby and other natural landmarks. Despite his stature, the elohim almost made it an unconscious habit to forget when to eat; his drive to create was much more fulfilling than a salad or a smoothie. Blue ink began to desecrate the lined pages. First it was a pedestrian that had quickly passed by thinking of their grocery list, drawn into the corner. Then a bird that had perched down onto the ground and attempted to search for crumbs towards the bottom left of the sheet. At times Caelan might have looked up, only to hold out his pen to eyeball the length of a tree trunk in comparison before quickly revisiting his make-shift sketchpad, gradually adding contour lines and shading. With the focus of art ebbing through him, the cherub could barely tune out the dull hum of other people’s thoughts bouncing back and forth within the air. Eventually, the blond’s attention had been caught by a pedestrian. Without giving another look, he began to sketch them out. First he began with rough estimations of where the head was, mapping out the features–just as Caelan looked up, suddenly he felt embarrassed; having been caught red-handed by the subject of his new (albeit, work in progress) drawing. “I’m so sorry,” Caelan blurted out instinctively, proceeding to immediately close his notepad. “I must’ve looked insane just now…I’d probably feel as uncomfortable as you if someone was intently staring and writing something down. You’re not under investigation, I promise.” The elohim smiled sweetly. “Just needed something to do while I was on my break. So I’ve been out here sketching for awhile.”

She admits, it’s odd being on the other end of the gaze of an artist. Usually she’s the one trying to map out the perfect scene from her head to paper and now being the unknown subject of someone else’s work had put her on edge. Another one, came the thought as she met his eyes. Shoulders tense at the sound of his voice, ready to bolt at the first move he makes but his words are innocent enough. “Not under investigation?” She calls back, moving with hands on hips to close the distance between the pair. “I’ve only just arrived and there’s possibility of me being investigated. That has to be a record.” A personal best more like it. First mention of being looked for, even looked at too closely, and Persephone is on the first train from town. Still, he seems okay enough for now. “Tell me you at least got my nose right.” A gesture at the pad in his hands. 

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cade-buchanan​:

Raleigh had been a mixed bag as far as Caden was concerned. Upon first impressions, it looked like any ordinary large city. It was primarily divided into districts, and the woods that surrounded it and the ocean on its western side gave it a unique smell and cold temperatures. All in All, it was quite a picturesque city. However, once you started to peel back the layers like an onion, you could see the secret that lay within. Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and who knew what else. He could see why the Imbued, who was teamed up with, had whatever the Messengers gave them going off like a wildfire. However, he wasn’t one of them and wasn’t prone to the same level of intrusion. A sudden force against his shoulder caused Caden to stumble a bit and let out a short line as he caught himself. “Woah… sorry about that, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Following the draw, that invisible thread that seemed to link them all together, she hadn’t expected to run into one- quite literally either. Hand lifts to rub sore shoulder, blue eyes lifting simultaneously to meet the other’s gaze. It felt like alarms were going off in her head the moment she met his stare, shocked just how familiar he felt even though she was entirely sure they might be strangers. “Don’t worry about it.” Idle motion keeps her hand rubbing her shoulder though the pain had been momentary and not at all something she should have lingered on. Angels have done worse and she’s survived. “No damage done, don’t need to swap information or anything.” Poor attempt at a joke is made, followed by a cringe as how pathetic that sounded out loud. “That was far more clever in my head.”