#coinquinatvs :: paul

[kxllerblond]

@coinquinatvs / sc

❝ You look a little tired... ❞ Clark was typically a firm believer of keeping that to himself. No one liked being told they looked tired. Still, he wasn't exactly sure how else to breach the topic.

❝ You been running yourself ragged lately or what? ❞

[goliathfcrged]

@coinquinatvs / paul.

❝ It eats at you, doesn't it? All the time on your hands.. there's nothin' worse than waitin'. ❞ She had the look; he could always recognize fellow military, whether retired ( by choice, or by force ) or still active, easily.❝ — I don't handle it especially well, myself. ❞

Her head tilts, turning towards the sound of the voice that seemed closer, louder than the others in the bar. There's a moment of consideration, a very slight, uncomfortable shift of hips against the barstool. She didn't like the fact he'd caught her off guard, and she hadn't been exactly prepared for conversation, but she supposed company wasn't the worst thing in the world, in the mood she was in. "Yeah.... I'm -- not a fan of sitting still, all that much," she admitted. Especially being as she didn't know what the fuck she was supposed to do with herself now. At least Avasarala had somehow managed to coerce command to ship her suit to her. That would be something, when it arrived. "On leave?"

[lifefcrged]

STARTER. / @coinquinatvs paul & merc! Mikkah

"What you do on your own time, so long as it does not interfere with your obligations to me and mine is your business." This is said as she drops a bag containing a rather elite selection of his poisons of choice and a bundle of cash onto the table between them. "But while you are on my dime, your time is mine and I expect you to be able to protect my life and my reputation without a moment of hesitation. There is no room for mistakes, and there will be no second chances, is that understood?"

[losinmortalesperdidos]

The meeting was set in the bar owned by one of the gang members. It got swept for bugs every day twice a day, every employee got checked, double checked and triple checked. He knew this because it was his responsibility, he was in charge for security, safety and ammo. And that’s why he was sitting at the left side of the table near the boss. Not the right hand, but he was getting there.

This new guy who was the reason why they gathered there this evening was vouched for by serious people. His story was impeccable, he knew names, he answered all the questions right, including those that were asked to trap him. Everyone was content, but something still wasn’t right. He felt it, he smelled it in the air. This guy was a set up.

Still smiling he looked at the boss and stood up, “I’m going out for a smoke.“ Passing the table he looked straight in the new guy’s eyes. He said nothing, just moved his head subtly ordering to go with him and instead walking to the main door he headed to the ‘staff only‘. Outside he lit the cigarette and waited for the door to close behind the other’s back. His voice was soft, he looked absolutely calm, as always, which often tricked people into lowering their guard. “So, who the hell you really are?“

@coinquinatvs​ || Paul

[harahello]

@coinquinatvs / sc

❛ It's true what they say, you know. Not all who wander are lost. But not all who are lost wander, either. ❜

[vampiblonde]

FIRST-TIME FLIRTING PROMPTS | accepting

@coinquinatvs​ ❝ So uhhh, could I buy you a drink?? ❞

“I don’t drink . . . wine,” She said doing the absolute worst Bela Lugosi impression only to self-consciously giggle and tap the seat beside her. “But if you like you can keep me company tonight.”

[coeursainte]

                   lips twisted downward as aching fingers tugged wire tighter, securing chainlink to posts she’d spent most of the day driving into the earth.   the previous fence, not dissimilar to the one she now constructed, had rusted through, the old wooden posts equally rotten… and had failed spectacularly to a hungry deer.   

                   it simply couldn’t wait. those were words her stepmother never wished to hear, but she had hated the amount it drained from her pocketbook far more.   brows furrowed tightly against the words still ringing within her ears, fury and blame and things which tore into her heart even as she built as high a wall as she dared.

                   perhaps she would have mulled deeper, dragged into thought’s cold depths, but for the soft crunch of tires against gravel, a leap of everything in her chest in remembrance.   the whish of passing cars, the rumble of trucks and higher powered engines, were practically background noise, but that… that was different.

                   especially when the radishes required restocking.

                   a harried glance about found the basket in but a moment, ella snatching it from its perch as she whirled to the road, bare feet pounding against the grass as worries swirl.   if her stepmother grew curious, and the visitor left without anything with something empty, she might receive more than an earful.    ( please take something… and pay for it. )   certainly, lack of the latter would be the only thing worse.

                   only as she slowed down to take the walled corner at a reasonable pace did she register what a sight she must be, mud stained clothes and heavy work gloves, but she composed herself as best she could.     ❝  my deepest apologies…  ❞    she almost stopped short at the sight of the man standing there, but instead kept moving to pull out the empty basket and slip in the overflowing one, words lilting off her tongue fueling by nerves as much as necessity.     ❝  until i heard you stop, i utterly forgot about these.   please don’t let me keep you… ❞

                   soft brown gaze darted over her shoulder as she flashed something of a brighter smile.     ❝  …unless you have any questions?  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— @coinquinatvs 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓

[factiousfcrged]

@coinquinatvs / paul sent a meme.

❝ Not for nothin', big guy, but the last time somebody stared me down like that? I got laid. ❞

Amos takes another drink from his beer. It's the fourth or fifth he's had since he sat down at the casino bar. There'd been a few before that. At best, he felt a smidge of warmth in his belly. A glance, to the rack that held the chips he'd won at the tables, and a look back to the man he'd been eyeing. "Care to make that record two for two?"

[draconigena440]

Vladimir was not surprised when he found the one he was looking for standing atop the preserved part of Hadrian's Wall that the former Roman fort turned estate was built into looking out at Bandon Hill, "I will never forget the day I was brought back here." He said as he joined his nephew and glanced down at the signet ring that bound him to this and other lands he and his brother used to rule on his hand. "I was thirteen years old, had pneumonia and going through withdrawal but I will never forget being drug up the sales platform that was erected right below us with two newborns in my arms."

If Paul took a good look at his immortal uncle he would easily be able to see the centuries etched across his normally timeless features, "Normally children are taken from their slave parents as soon as possible but I was so wild due to grief and pain I killed six Romans before they gave up trying to take my daughter and son away from me." He leaned against the equally ancient stones and let his hands clench for a moment with the rage he had long learned to sometimes just barely control.

"They were whipping me as your grandfather bid three times as much as one would pay for three healthy adults as our mother screamed when recognition came over her, our sister, and our uncle. "Myrddin had to hide his face but thank the Gods he was there that day…"

[kxllerblond]

[ Paul~ ] ❝ i’ve been flirting with you for the last six months.. thanks for finally noticing. ❞

Clark read people and he read then WELL-—what did Paul MEAN that the cambion had just...not noticed? For SIX months? ❝ Oh my god. ❞ exasperated and mumbled under his breath as he drags a hand from his face down to his mouth.

Fingers pressed to his lips, he moves them away enough to jerk his head back to Paul. ❝ Why didn't you just say something? You didn't think to question the fact I was neither returning nor turning down your flirting? For six months? ❞ he sat back with a huff.

❝ And WHY? I mean, specifically why me? ❞ he makes a vague gesture to himself. ❝ Why would you waste time on that...endeavor? ❞ he lifts a hand up before the man can reply. ❝ Look, I'm not trying to be self-depreciative here but you know me. Me, me. The real me. Not the me that I could see someone trying to flirt with. The real me is...Paul, you have to have better standards than that. I know you must. ❞

[rubiesintherough]

[ Paul, for Amara~ ] Abilities & Superpowers Meme: 21.) Receiver accidentally hurts sender while using their abilities.

@coinquinatvs​

    “ Damn you! Stop, stop! “     Something had gone terribly awry with this raising. A dear friend, Sheila, come back wrong... a shambling, feral shell of the woman Amara had known in her life. And the necromancer could not draw the charade of life back from her. The strain of magic coursing through Amara’s fingers, painfully hot as though she’d placed her hand on a sizzling pan, made her eyes water --- or was it the grief causing that? ---  as she planted her feet in the earth, fingers curling back in a vain attempt to withdraw the energy she’d given... but Sheila --- or rather, what had once been her --- didn’t even seem to notice. A decrepit corpse, she was perched like a gargoyle on the wall. Garbled speech and hisses rumbled from from a withered throat. 

And then, like a cornered animal, the shell turned with hollow eyes fixing to Paul with a deep hunger. Mouth parted in a scream and it lunged, hands flailing and scratching.  Teeth gnashed and jaw clamped as it sought out flesh.    “ No, no, go back, you fucking --- ! “    Amara’s frustrated cry was nearly drowned out by the shell’s own screeches. 

And finally, finally, the body weakened and slumped forward, still screaming and clawing until the glow faded entirely from its empty eyes. And Amara followed. Drained, exhausted, she caught herself against the wall, cursing with each strained breath.    “ Are you alright? Paul, are you alright?    ------- I am sorry, I don’t know what happened. That should not have... goddammit. Did she hurt you? “   

[tinymute]

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This was like watching a trainwreck in real, excruciating time. Juliette stood at the bar as she waited for her drink (a strawberry lemonade, as she was hopelessly predictable.) The place was needlessly fancy, if she said so herself, but it was clean and mostly quiet, and she found it tolerable compared to the other places she had been dragged around.

Her current entertainment as she waited for her drink was the college age man and his supposed date a few tables away. He was clearly trying to impress her, and was (somewhat loudly) speaking Irish at her. His accent was leaning too hard into Scottish, and Juliette was quietly correcting his phrases and words whenever her fumbled. Irish was a language she rarely heard outside of the house, so watching this guy struggle with it was downright amusing.

She was handed her drink, and continued murmuring to herself in the foreign language as she sipped. Juliette turned, letting out a startled yip at the sight of a man who stood close enough to hear her. She blushed furiously, then gently set her drink down on the bar.

“Oh, sorry, sorry.” 

The switch back to sign language was a little shaky, but she quickly adjusted.

“I uh, I can---”

Juliette gestured that she could move. She visibly flinched as she heard the man from the other table blatantly use the wrong phrasing for an idiom she knew well. She let out a laugh.

“He is...his translations are terrible.”

One day, she would be better at small talk. Today was not it.

[losinmortalesperdidos]

I've never watched this show, but I know everything thanks to Tumblr.

But! Chance/Nam as Justin, Paul as Brian. (Nam is actually all about kisses and touches with the right person, and they know the ways to make the other feel good, giving/receiving oral is fine, penetration is NO).

Baby Paul as Justin, 'young' José/Tuun as Brian.

@coinquinatvs

[kit-just-kit]

[ bby Paul~ ] Truth Serum + You've watched me having sex with our marks on more than one occasion.. Have you ever thought about what it'd be like? To have with me, instead of watching me fuck someone else? More to the point.. have you ever thought about joining in?

Tell no lies

"I suppose we can't discount the fact that one day, we might be confronted with the whole 'threesome' thing. So many men are into that lately that we're bound to come across someone who wants that. That being the case we should probably discuss how we'd want to play that........for the sake of our very brilliant partnership".

[conciergefcrged]

@coinquinatvs​ / bb paul gets a kinda pre plotted starter.

              “Most excellent,” Raymond commented, hands sweeping up to catch the brim of his hat and slide it back from his head as he stepped into the marble and gold frilled bathroom of the suite he had commandeered for them the night before.  His smile was pleasant and pleased, if somewhat on the tired side.   “I am quite glad to see that you have thoroughly availed yourself of my hospitality.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.”  The hat is set aside onto the double sink, shoulders shimmying out of the bulk of the trenchcoat that he slides off, folds in half and sets down beside the hat.   The pistol from his waistband rests in the bunched fabric of his jacket, readily accessible without being any manner of overt threat.   

      His smile grows more amicable, briefly, as he takes in the sight of the man sprawled out in the jacuzzi tub, an appreciative study as he lets his hips rest back against the counter behind him.  “I think, personally, I might have made use of the california king plus bed, but to each their own.”  A hand shifts and the pouch that he’d carried from the bedside table where he’d left it, open, with the glint of the loose jewels, the money, the small, tidy collection of bagged pills could be seen.    “Please.  Don’t be offended.”  He let the pouch slide onto the counter, tucking it back against the wall so it wouldn’t risk getting knocked loose.   “Yes.  It was a test.  Yes, you passed, and no - I’m afraid that is not the only test that lies in wait this fine morning.   Would you care to join me for breakfast?  The chef here makes the most delectable tiramasu crepes, utterly and completely sinful.”

[brittlefcrged]

@coinquinatvs​​ / paul sent a meme.

❝ I know every curve. Every sigh. Every taste. ❞

       His words are wisps, low murmurs in the cacophony in her head, the sound of her heartbeat and her breath tangled with his, the heat of his body curled against hers a comforting weight, each touch of his fingers against her skin an anchor, the anchor, the only things keeping her tethered to the world itself.  Her eyes are nearly closed, yet in her mind’s eye she can see him, perfectly tangible, legible, every line of his jaw and shoulder and back and hips as if she was the artist that was sculpting him from marble and sinew and flesh.   “Do you?”  Her words were almost intangible, her pulse racing as ripples of electricity seemed to dance between the places where their skin touched.  “How?”  How could he know everything about her, how could he know anything about her, when she wasn’t even real, when she was nothing more than microscopic shattered pieces of what might have once resembled a person, a cracked porcelain doll with little more than a pretense of life holding her together.   “I’m not even here -- I’m not even real.”