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[valehkin]

"The more you complain, the more you make worse." He offered, giving him a look. "Like time I told you the more you get 'hurt' to spend time in my office the more I find things that hurt to heal." Grinning, he grabbed Finn by the chin lightly, covering the demon's lips with his own. "There's good spirit. Come. Have a drink. Warm up. And then I will warm you. Tis season."

"I'd say that more about you lookin' sexy," Finn returned, his gaze drifting downwards to take in every inch of Vitaly's exposed skin in the outfit. He'd been about to complain about his own outfit yet the hellhound had a way of silencing those scathing remarks with something that Finn could best reference as "positive reinforcement." Outfit he hated wearing but only made Vitaly want to fuck him more? How could he refuse? Maybe Finn needed some serious mental evaluation. "It could be worse," he begrudgingly agreed. "It could also be better." He shrugged. "Sure look this is it."

[vitaly-alekhin]

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Vitaly heard the pickup line and fought the urge to look up at the other. Dressed in his own costume, his form bare from the waist up and painted a ghostly white with streaks of vivid red, he was sure he did look particularly haunting. “Yes, am very sure I’m more like nightmare. But what can you do?” He finally glanced up with a semi-amused grin as Finn stood before him. “And you? Made to prance around like bait on a stick? Is very nice, but leaves little to imagination.” A teasing notion for certain. “You feeling ill again?”

@familiar-finn​

[angeloconnor]

Status: closed @finn-oconnor​

Location: O’Connor home

Charlotte Way should be turning 71 years old today. That’s the thing about pain, the kind so deep it’s etched into the bones and never sees the light of day. It buzzes like an electrical current, an ongoing, steady hum of a twenty year long grief that’s as familiar as her own heartbeat. Whatever light there was, whatever hope, whatever chance Angel had of still turning out good went with Grandma Lottie the day she died, buried six feet underground in a Chicago cemetery and there it remains. If Angel could dig a hole beside her, she’d leave it all behind, crawl into place, and settle into those four claustrophobic walls forever. On a day like today, she gets as close as she can. One foot in the grave, one foot out. 

Angel’s sitting on the floor, just as she had been almost twenty years ago when her mother discovered Grandma Lottie’s body peacefully deceased. If nothing else, she’ll never forget the scream that changed her life from that point on, too inhuman to be her mother, too human not to be. Except, Angel isn’t five years old anymore, and she’s not playing with her Barbie dolls in the living room of her grandmother’s Chicago home. She’s no longer Olivia Way. Now, she’s Angel O’Connor, and Angel O’Connor is so high, she’s sitting suspended by some force unknown and swaying slightly upright, leaning and tilted but never once folding over. As much as she wants to lie down and curl herself into a ball, she can’t bring herself to move. 

One pill more than usual and suddenly her eyes are too heavy to keep open. Was it two pills more than usual? Maybe three. Her heart beats slow and her breathing comes and goes even slower, both echoing in the vast hollowness taking up space inside of her. It’s all she hears, the only way she knows this sadness hasn’t killed her yet. But being this numb? It’s a much gentler feeling, because she can’t feel anything at all.

[angelway]

Status: closed @finnoconnor

Location: Patch Party

Clearly having had a few, Angel definitely does not give a fuck about how anyone feels about this whole thing. She’s having a fantastic fucking time, and she deserves it. The whole incident and hospital shit, she’s beyond ready to put it all behind her. And maybe the amount of tequila she’s had is the reason why she was more excited than usual to see her friend. “We’re fucking family, family now,” She teases him, tugging at the front of Finn’s cut. Laughing, she thinks back on all the times he’s made fun of her for “picking the wrong team”, just for them to end up here like this now.

[redentxr]

It’s A Date

[Timeline: 27th May 2017, Saturday, 10:20 a.m., Sliverlake Conservatory, Hollywood Blvd.]

@kvngfvnn

Red woke up excited. He didn’t get much sleep the night before and thought about today, meeting Finn again and actually spending time with the man. At one point while he showered, he caught himself smiling and he began to worry. Was he too happy? Too hopeful about this new person he’d met? What if something went wrong? What if Finn didn’t like him after today? Or what if he didn’t like Finn? The latter was impossible, he thought to himself. Finn sounded amazing. And he looked amazing, as well. He would never admit it but he spent the night staring at the selfie the man sent him while they were texting. He shook his head at the thought, not entirely scolding himself for feeling great but he warned himself to slow it down. It all had been work for him since he came to L.A. about two years ago. Sure, he met people, hooked up but none led to a serious relationship. Not that he was looking. And he wasn’t looking now. But Finn happened... And Finn, well... He’d like to see Finn again. And as he checked his watch that announced it was 10:30, he composed a simple text message for the man and sent it while he waited outside the building. He arrived ten minutes early. Was he really looking forward to this date? Apart from wanting to be on time all the time, yes - He is actually looking forward spending the day with Finn;

hey good morning! im outside

He hit sent and pocketed his cell, sipping the juice he’d bought on his way to the meeting place. He tapped his foot on the concrete as he waited for a response. What if Finn forgot about meeting him today??

[dnbvinyl]

Funky Soul – Trial & Error (Promo) Artist:Trial & Error Tune:Funky Soul / Roo Burger Label:Finn People Productions Listing: A - Funky Soul B - Roo Burger Cat#: FINN003 Year#:2007 Condition / Grading:VG+

[redentxr]

Timeline: 27th May 2017, Saturday, 10:20 a.m. Location: Sliverlake Conservatory, Hollywood Blvd. Mood: Nervous. Attire: See above.

Red heads to Hollywood Blvd. for his date with Finn and arriving a little too early. He decides to wait around outside just so he didn’t seem too eager. He’ll text Finn in ten minutes to let the man know he’s outside, waiting.

[valehkin]

Vitaly watched as the other strolled up and let out a low whistle. "Sexy. Very sexy." He was dressed in his own Santa esque outfit. "I bet you jingle with every bounce." He teased, toying with a bell. "I'll buy you anything tonight. As long as you... bounce accordingly." He joked. Though if anyone were to irritate that other, Vitaly would deck them as a gift. "Why long face? This outfit is not as bad as others."

"Don't," Finn warned as he rolled up to the bar for a very much needed drink. His outfit tonight attracted attention immediately and not just because of how much skin it showed. The fucking bells Gareth so graciously added onto the thing jingled with every fucking movement. It'd barely been an hour and he already hated the sound and they opened up the door to more than a few shitty lines. He needed and wanted a drink. "Not a fuckin' word please about the bells or... the whole thing." Never in a million years would Finn have chosen to dress like this in public willingly. "At least let me get a fuckin' beer first."

@krovscastlestarters