#〚 𝗏: 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 〛

[choserage]

@mikaels0n-elijah-writing | cont. Elijah grinned slightly at Caleb's statement. He hadn't commented on his words, but that didn't matter. He probably didn't want to show himself vulnerable, as the two of them kept circling each other. Sniffing each other, you could say. They were acting together because of Ana and had become closer, but so far they had kept their distance. Elijah tried to bridge this distance, he wanted to know who he was travelling with and where it would take him. "As long as I've been on Earth, it's obvious that I know the feeling,“ he grinned in response. Every ancient being knew the feeling of finding out what they wanted and what they didn't want. What their deepest desires were. "But if you're secretive, so am I,“ he winked at him and leaned back, relaxed. This wasn't about power, but Elijah wouldn't pull any punches if the other didn't. "A wish against a wish.“ Simple, but effective. If you needed/wanted to get to know each other, you would have to reveal yourself.

     he knew it was a reasonable response to give and yet he felt uneasy upon hearing it. that question hadn't been answered and he wasn't certain asking it would achieve that end. if the vampire and his sister are intimate then it wasn't truly any of his business and he did his best not to involve himself in her life too much.       what right did he have to play big brother when he spent most of his time away from her? he could tell himself that it was to keep her safe all he wanted but when it really came down to it, it wasn't a fight he wished to have. in the end regardless of how badly he wanted to know, if the trouble she's found herself in had gotten worse he should trust in her ability to look after herself without his supervision.      at best he could hope for a truce with Elijah, or something similar to it that wouldn't be on shaky ground for as long as the two were in each other's company. no hard feelings against him, he's simply unclear on what his motives were and only time will tell if they were malicious. he didn't think they were and that judgment would have to be enough for now. ideally they could even form a friendship.      he'd never been good at those, though.        "being secretive is one of the things demons are best at," he gives his own crooked grin. he had many talents but as far as being secretive, Ana held the trophy. he'd always been an open book kind of person, preferring to lay it all on the table than keep his cards hidden. that trait's served him well over the years, even saved his life.      how far would it get him now?        "wishes are dangerous things. i've seen them backfire too many times and all too quickly you find yourself with more than you bargained for if you aren't careful." he saw it every day in the deals he made. despite that, he decides to offer some kind of a peace offering. "if you could have anything, what would it be?" 

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          he  slips  an  arm  around  her  shoulders,  pulling  her  closer  to  him.  debates  how  to  respond  and  what  she  needed  to  hear  from  him,�� thinking  back  to  his  own  desire  to  kill  his  father.  he  hadn't  wrestled  with  the  decision  much,  given  all  the  demon  had  done.  he  won't  feel  any  guilt  when  that  day  came.  Payne  wasn't  him  though,  she  had  more  humanity  in  her  than  most  and  he  wanted  to  make  sure  she'd  come  out  of  it  alright  in  the  end.         "it's  hard  to  say  what  you  should  or  shouldn't  feel  in  this  situation.  it  may  be  healthier  to  move  on  but  with  him  still  out  there,  it  gets  complicated."  he  wanted  to  be  the  one  to  end  it  for  her.  nearly  did  once.  he'd  kicked  a  few  hornet's  nests  and  they  traded  blows  but  ultimately  he  knew  it  wasn't  something  she'd  be  able  to  forgive  him  for  if  he  took  it  that  far.  he  offers  a  smile  at  the  nickname.  "well  if  that's  what  you  need  then  i  think  we  can  fix  that.  i  heard  there's  some  hunters  in  town  if  you're really  itching  to  kill something."

          ❛   what if it's myself telling me i shouldn't be feeling something. that i should move on .....   ❜   she murmurs softly. her head was a mess, it was on a given day but when it came to shit regarding her brother, she ended up tangled in knots. unable to know which way was up, and what she should be thinking. she just felt like a little girl. ❛   as much as i complain you help keep my mind level. and truly Cay, i'm not sure what i need. ither then to commit spousal murder !   ❜ 

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" night and day, i dream of you. " (( for caleb, soulmate au! <3 ))

@flappervcmp | meme.

     he's been doing the same thing for a long time. before he knew whose face it was, he'd seen it in his mind. in every dream and moment he'd been alive, he's seen it. committed the features to memory while wondering what her voice would sound like.      if it was as soft and sweet as he'd imagined.       every moment spent in hell he'd loathed the distance between them, left to wonder if he would ever meet the one he kept seeing. he'd even imagined what that first meeting would be like. if there would be a sense of recognition when their eyes met.               would she know him too?         would she want him?                what would his first words to her be?        there were so many questions that he couldn't find the answers to and there's still more that he hasn't even begun to ask.      she'd haunted him when he was in the pit, left on his own to survive or die. he'd carried on imaginary conversations with an image of her, a silent promise made to himself that one day he would break out from his imprisonment to look for her. as long as he remained in Hell, that day wouldn't come and he was impatient for it to happen.      he'd felt fear too, if he let it in at the idea that he wouldn't be able to. or that he'd be too late. those were his nightmares: that she would live a human life that he wouldn't be a part of and they would remain separated. he can't find the words to tell her how much he'd dreaded the thought that it would always be just a dream.      facing her now and he can barely bring himself to touch her, some part of him clinging to the fear that she might reject him. it would truly destroy something in him if she did. he wouldn't blame her for it of course, all that it would do was reinforce what he already knew to be the truth.       given all he's seen and done he doesn't deserve her, whether it was the vision of her he'd known for longer than she'd been alive or the reality of having her in his life now. flesh and blood and so close to him that it almost hurt.       a different kind of pain settles in his chest as he hears her words and searches for a response to them that won't send her running from him. they sound sweeter than he'd ever believed possible and so is she, he thinks as he smiles. gaze tracing every contour of her face as she looks back at him and he's reluctant to look away from her.          as if doing so will make her vanish.

   "so have i. i've spent a few thousand years waiting to meet you and here we are." he cocks his head then, cracking a crooked smile. "it's funny, i feel like i should apologize. it must've been a shock when they turned out to be more than dreams."

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" i have a habit of being rather direct. " - For Caleb

@mictlanreina | meme.

            so does he at times.      especially when it would be better to keep his mouth shut and his opinions to himself. it didn't stop him very often since he didn't really care what the reaction was. he'd rather wear his flaws on his sleeve than waste time trying to hide behind them. he had even less patience for excusing them yet it was a trait few seemed to possess.        one reason among many why he dislikes humans. this one doesn't feel like the usual kind he came across and it does little to faze him.        "same here. you don't make a lot of friends by doing that and i have plenty of enemies so if you're going to add yourself to that list then get in line." 

[choserage]

❝ i know what you're thinking. ❞

for Caleb lmao he's not slick

@telepaethy

    “at least one of us does.”

[choserage]

    he's well aware of how she felt for him. how can he not be? she has valid reasons to hate him and he accepted that. he won't deny the hurt he's caused her. continues to hurt her with his refusal to accept her deal. she would have to go to another demon for that and he had no doubt she would if it'd give her what she wanted.      it was a shame, however. imagining the ways she would suffer while in Hell gave him too many unpleasant feelings he'd rather not dwell on for too long. she didn't deserve that and he didn't want to be the one to damn her to it.      he wasn't expecting the gentle touch or equally soft-spoken question, ignoring the impulse to pull away. let her see them, he had nothing to hide. they were old ones and don't bother him now so he didn't care about talking about them. he's a little surprised she asked but not enough to get angry at her for her curiosity.     "most of them." one or two he'd gotten from reckless stunts of course. he nods, answering the second question with the same detached feeling. "i remember them all, unfortunately. they don't hurt or if they do then i'm so used to it that i don't really feel it anymore."

@choserage continued from x

She was supposed to hate him. She was supposed to want every horrific event to happen solely to him. She was supposed to believe that he deserved those scars...and yet something inside of her, something so stupid and frustrating, couldn't feel those things- no matter how much she pleaded with herself to.

The huntress's chest tightens as brown hues take in the map of raised and discolored flesh all along his back and before she can even try and stop herself, Gwen's fingers are reaching forward and begin trailing out their pattern.

"Are all of these from Hell?" Gwen asks, her voice soft as her fingertip moves along a scar that leads down his left rib. ".....Do you remember them?" She swallows, brows creasing slightly. "....Do they hurt?"

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@mikaels0n-elijah-writing | cont.

Elijah smirked slightly at Caleb's words. He wouldn't have expected anything else. "Otherwise I'd be disappointed,"he replied, looking at the man's wounds from a distance. What had happened to make him look like that? Who had dared to get so close to him and for what reason exactly? Elijah had to know. "Are you alright or do you need healing?" His gaze fell on his face.

     he was actually feeling pretty good about that last fight. the odds hadn't been in his favor but then again, they never were. naturally he'd expected as much and had used it to gain the upper hand, exactly as he'd been taught to.        it was how he'd thrived in hell and occasionally he found himself missing the violence in a ring when all that mattered was who was going to come out the winner. he can't die so what does it matter if he was a bit reckless?       fingertips lift to the small abrasion on his cheek, giving a hoarse laugh. the concern was appreciated yet wasted in this instance.           "nah, i'll be fine. what's one more scar to add to my collection, right? it keeps things interesting and i hate being bored."

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@mikaels0n-elijah A resigned expression was on his face as Elijah listened to the other man and looked directly at him. "Of course you did." He shook his head briefly. "I thought we were past the point of telling each other half-truths like that?" His voice sounded half amused.

    attention fixed on the vampire, head cocked, considering.    were they? while he knew Elijah was an acquaintance of Ana's, he can't say he knew all that much about him. a few interactions hardly counts as a friendship so maybe this was as good a time as any to bridge the gap.     "force of habit." it's as close to an apology as the other's going to get. partial truths are something the twins lean on heavily, ana more so than him. "what do you want to know? i'll give you an honest answer to make up for it."

[choserage]

i would kill myself before helping in such a task .

for Caleb lmao

@burninq | meme.

    "i'll remember that the next time you need my help."

[choserage]

    "uh huh..sure ya don't."

@choserage, caleb malphas required a one liner.

" i have no bad intentions. "

[choserage]

that looks like it's gotta hurt. well, i say that like i'm speculating or something. i know it hurts.

@brokenthimbles | meme.

    "nah, it's not that bad. compared to what i'm used to, it barely counts as a flesh wound. give me a few hours of R & R and i'll be right as rain..whatever that means."

[choserage]

the angry, reckless vigilante bit is my thing.

for Caleb

@burninq | meme.

   "oh please. i've been pulling it off a lot longer than you."

[choserage]

@burninq | cont.

      it was one of those nights when being around others wore at his nerves, the instinct to seek solace by himself leading him outside and away from the crowd. cigarette between two fingers, taking his time with it.     his greeting, if it could be called that, was less than welcoming yet he didn’t protest the unexpected company. as long as he didn't have to be sociable he didn't really care whose company he found himself in.     the silence doesn’t last very long and once again he has no objection to the offer, putting the cigarette out on the gravel beneath him. drinking was as good an activity as any and he gets to his feet with that thought in mind.

      “bad mood or not, i’d never say no to a drink.”

[choserage]

  now he's even more intrigued. not just by the festival but her experiences at it and he realized he didn't know as much about her as he'd like to. “tell me about your family. you've already met mine though i don't think i've heard you talk about yours.” he was eager to learn everything he could, still looking around as she led him toward the food stalls. and to think he'd once been so overwhelmed his first time visiting a mall's food court…"never been much of a spicy food fan so i think i'll try one of the spice kinds and see if that agrees with me. one can always use more cleverness."

        ❝  i have only ever gone to this festival with my family and then snuck off with snacks to enjoy some peace and quiet. it will be nice to spend it with you.  ❞    she said with a bright smile, for she was overjoyed to have him show such interest in her culture. motioning for him to follow her to where they served the noodles.      ❝  they say Cloud Noodles helps one become more clever. you can either have some that are salty, spicy or sour. personally, i prefer spice.  ❞ / @choserage continued from here.

[choserage]

@anoddbunch​ | rebekah

    throat clears. doesn't look at her directly because he can't. she wants more from him and he knows it but he doesn't know how to give her that. which hurts. he wanted to give her everything. he's always wanted to give her everything. but how can he when he has nothing to offer? just words. and those weren't enough.       "i don't expect it to mean much but.." a pause. tries not to fumble because he needs to say this. she needs to hear it. to know without a doubt that it was the truth. "you're the best part of coming back."

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☁ - Caleb

@brokenthimbles send ☁ to give my muse a stuffed animal.

            a curious look, studying the plush. what was the occasion for a gift like this? it wasn't a holiday and he hadn't done anything to warrant such a gesture. he won't reject it, though he does wonder about the motives behind it.      "thanks..? not 100% sure why you're giving me this but it'd be rude to refuse so i guess i'll keep it."