#int. -> seth.

[rhysdasior]

closed starter for @witchysethharper

Rhys’ departure had been far more sudden than he’d been entirely comfortable with and given how hectic the past few weeks had been back in Mayfair, keeping in contact with his nearest and dearest had become more of a challenge than Rhys could have anticipated. Or so he told himself, anyway. That was easier than admitting that isolating himself during such a period of intense, exponentially heightened continuous stress was the only feasible coping mechanism and consequently, the vast majority of his relationships had been pushed away whilst he tried desperately to make sense of things on his own terms in his own time. 

With all teething issues taken care of and a semblance of order returning to the natural ebb and flow of the world around him, Rhys’ decision to return to Krovs and leave the running of the coven back home in the capable hands of the first and second degrees had been an entirely selfish one. Those he held closest all still remained within the castle and though his birthright demanded a staggering portion of his devotion, his heart and mind yearned for the fucked up familiarity of cold stone and near-constant exasperation. As the last of the cinnamon incense he’d brought with him from the dregs of Corinne’s collection back home was lit, Rhys fanned the flame before extinguishing it as a familiar knock against the office door announced the arrival he’d been eagerly awaiting ever since he’d settled back into castle life. “Come in! Door’s open, just nudge it.” Crossing the room to settle into the armchair beside Seth’s, Rhys leaned across to pluck the coaster resting atop the steaming hot cup of breakfast tea he'd lovingly prepared some few minutes before. “Sit, get comfortable, whine and moan at me for dipping and giving you a horrible workload all over again before this gets cold, c’mon.”

[failbhe]

closed starter for @witchysethharper

With a few hours to kill before his shift and an abundance of unshakable energy, the castle’s gym seemed like the most logical place to waste some time and keep himself healthily occupied – a pledge Cían was hopeful to stick to post-emancipation. The centuries spent under strict regime and schedule had become the norm all too quickly and now that he found the vast majority of his days spent with nothing but free time, Cían was struggling to keep toeing the line of peaceful, respectful boy-next-door. The need for his retrieval services on his mother’s side had been in too short a supply to feel sufficient and with both sides of his being starving to be nurtured now that they were no longer stifled, the hellhound’s default state as of late had become a distinctly uncomfortable mix of irritable and antsy. 

Cían had been so lost to his thoughts that he’d missed the right corridor entirely, too busy scowling at the castle’s floor in a petulant daze as he’d followed what he’d believed to be the usual route, realising far too late that he’d been following Dublin’s castle’s floor plan out of sheer habit; after a while, each castle blended into one in one way or another within the mind when you weren’t at the top of the chain and though he loathed to admit it, his first residence there still felt like some form of home despite the horrors. Shaking his head with a humourless laugh at his own idiocy, Cían took in his surroundings and glanced from door to door and stepped closer to the wall to slowly read the nearest plaque, quietly sounding out the letters until he reached the second letter of the surname and a loud bark of laughter left him involuntarily, realisation and memory entwining in his mind simultaneously as he moved to knock twice on the office door.

He didn’t wait for a response as he let himself in and shut the door behind him to rest his weight against it, taking a moment to study Seth and familiarise himself with the other’s scent. No matter how long ago a hunt was, Cían never really forgot the scent of a former target. There was a distinct charred edge to it now and the noticeable change coaxed a smile to the hellhound's face for a moment – he really had managed to get himself out after all, then, had he? It was an impressive feat, he'd give him that. Cían hadn't been sure if the rumours he'd heard had been entirely true but if the sight before him was anything to go by, they clearly had been. Schooling his expression into something less obviously amused, he watched the magic consultant curiously, a beat of further silence dragging out before Cían remembered that he'd been the one to interrupt the peace. “Seth. Seth Harper. You got a minute?”

[hallowcked]

PEACHTREE Hills, Atlanta GA.

After a long night out at some of Atlanta's most popular nightclubs, Isadora changes into a bikini with Brooke, while the boys they brought home with them wait outside near the hot tub. "You deserve to have fun, I deserve to have fun - we deserve to have fun. With that said, if you're not feeling these guys - say it. We'll come up with a code word if needed. Anything come to mind? Personally, I've never used a safe word. Never needed one." Mischievous, she leans forward and gives Brooke's ass a slap. "Also...I have to warn you. Seth's home. He just got in. But don't let him ruin your fun."

Seth makes his way outside to the second-story balcony overlooking the opulent property. He can see the pool and hot tub from where he's standing and notices the two random guys Isadora and Brooke brought home. Sighs. If he'd known she was going to torture him, he would have packed some fun toys of his own.

@soulcheri

[nahimarchive]

closed starter for @witchysethharper

in order to truly understand rhys’ appeal to roland, nahim had chosen to start off gently, scheduling biweekly appointments under the guise of utilising the head magic consultant’s skills in divination to offer a little preternatural advice. the sessions weren’t taxing for either party, more of an excuse to fall into easy conservation and lull the witch into a semi-genuine sense of security. over time, rhys would grow comfortable enough not to notice when the narrative spotlight would inevitably shift to him and nahim could pry at what really made the witch tick. for now, he treated roland’s object of affection with the utmost respect, only drinking from him if offered to do so. whilst rhys hadn’t offered the first time around, he’d become surprisingly comfortable doing so every in every session that followed and nahim saw no good reason to turn any opportunity down. 

with a minute to spare until their scheduled meeting for the week, nahim made his way to rhys’ office, slowing in his tracks as he watched a face he was yet to familiarise himself with leave rhys’ office. by the looks of him, the stranger could easily be the other magic consultant; rhys had fondly mentioned… seth, was it? wandering closer, nahim flashed a cordial smile in the other’s direction as he passed, strengthening his mental shield out of habit around all magic users; out of all the lessons bastjan had taught him, keeping all thoughts concealed was paramount to guaranteed protection and, more dramatically, survival. “what kind of mood is he in?” nahim ensured his tone was jovial as he spoke, nodding towards rhys’ office to accentuate his questioning. “something along the lines of pleasant, i hope?”

[rhysdasiorarchive]

After a few stressful weeks of trying to find some sort of feasible plan that wouldn’t result in the most godawful outcome imaginable or land him in the same dreadful situation as Seth himself, Rhys could finally start to see the light at the end of the tunnel when it came to bringing Seth back from his suffering. Through some small miracle, Cairo had agreed to offer guidance throughout to ensure the summoning process was as seamless as it could possibly be and despite the knock Rhys’ ego had taken in having to ask for it, he was deeply relieved to have an extra pair of hands on board just in case things took a turn for the worst. 

Taking a final look at the items required for the ritual to effectively take place, Rhys tried to ignore the shudder of uncertainty that rolled down his spine as his gaze lingered on the human skull that sat atop his desk amidst the collection of other trigger objects required. The skull's presence was almost more unnerving than the fact that he’d be expected to spill his own blood for this farce; if word ever reached back home of such a practice, Rhys dreaded to think of the lecturing he’d receive for dabbling in the Dasior’s biggest no-no field of practice. The daunting air cleared in his mind as his gaze flickered to one of Seth’s sweaters folded neatly beside the other objects and for a moment, he felt genuinely hopeful that this might actually work. Not that he doubted Cairo’s tutelage or anything, it was just a lot to take in.

Giving a brief glance at his pocket watch – it was only a matter of minutes before Cairo would arrive now – Rhys exhaled slowly and made his way to the windowsill of his suite to uncork the power augmenting potion he’d prepared the night before, eyeing the shimmering liquid with a hint of hesitation and downing it before he could dwell on it any further. It was just as unpleasant as he’d anticipated but if it meant being able to pinpoint Seth’s exact location when the time came for it, it was worth it. He anxiously passed the empty bottle from hand to hand as he turned to survey the barren room. He’d cleared it entirely in the early hours of the morning as sleep had escaped him yet again and the anticipation had proven too much to bear. Cairo had mentioned something about the summoning circle taking up a lot of room, so Rhys could only hope his efforts would be sufficient.

As the sound of Cairo’s sharp knock against the door echoed throughout the suite, Rhys took a deep breath to steel himself and hurried over to pull it open, stepping aside to invite the older witch inside. “Hey. Thanks again for… well, y’know, all of this. I’ve got as much prepared as I could." He nodded over his shoulder towards his desk to prove his point just to show that he had made an effort rather than pacing the length of his suite and fretting like he had been for the past few weeks. "Wasn’t sure about the whole… blood magic side of things. Thought it’d be best to broach that when you got here. Can I get you anything before we start?”

@cairorenaud

[kayfabekingdom]

@karmasdebt asked ❝ you shouldn't have said that. ❞

Seth raised his brows at the other's words and looked into her eyes. The truth was he wasn't certain himself whether or not he himself should have said. But he was hurt and in some pain. He simply couldn't control himself and he found himself unable to do so. Which resulted in him doing something which he now regretted because he may have hurt her. "I don't know. I am not certain , maybe. " He said to her with a soft sigh.

[heartsdefine]

↪ memes — accepting!

@unwaivering said: "I don't need anyone else." (Seth Solo to Rey)

        “Everyone needs someone,” Rey replies easily, as if this is the one thing she's most certain of. “Especially those who don't think they do.”

[myhiraeth]

@seudxnimx con’t from [here] 

Seth is aware that Circe doesn’t allow most, if anyone to touch her, especially the way he does with his arms easily wrapped around her waist and a chin over her shoulder. All in all he’s certain she find most people a paid to be around and deal with or maybe she would just rather be alone - something like his sister. Or maybe even like Jacob. Whichever was the case he was glad she eventually let him in, he didn’t think he was all that persistent even - just was simply there and now they were here.

“Not unless the difference of an impossible burger and a regular burger is something I wanted to discuss in depth.” A soft laugh into her hair as he stood up more straight but didn’t let go of her, “How’s your day?” Feet spread apart so he could start walking with her wrapped up over to the vending machine, despite him not being interested in fake meat, he was hungry now.

She tips her face toward him, touching her head lightly to his as he rested his chin on her shoulder. If she wasn't more in control of herself, she'd nuzzle at him like a kitten, but luckily she was practiced at control and simply smiled and let him warm her. “Well I myself have never tried an impossible burger, but I would be willing if you were on the pro side.” The irony of offering Seth of all people fake meat over real meat was lost on her.  

He starts walking with her still wrapped in his arms and her smile turned to a laugh as she tried not to trip them both. “Ah- Seth! I am not coordinated enough for this!” They made it to the vending machine without incident and she finally answered his question. “Better now.” She leaves it up to him to discern the meaning behind her comment, see if he can guess that it’s better now because he’s here, wrapped around her and warming her inside and out. “Yours?” If he lets go of her to find food she’ll step away, but contrary to her response to most people, she’s content to stay pressed against him until he needs her out of his way.

[blcssom]

closed starter for @tcrnished ft. seth barlowe

he's stood back in silence (the way he's meant to) for about as long as he can bear. it's on their fifth lap around the room that seth clears his throat. "is something.... bothering you?"

[rhysdasior]

The witch listened in interest as Rory indulged him in his questioning, nodding between replies to show he was listening and not simply idly wandering alongside the halfling with his mind elsewhere. His smile widened further as Rory sung his role’s praises and he snuck a glance at the other to admire the enthusiasm still burning surprisingly bright in him. “Sounds like it’s had a real positive impact,” Rhys replied, genuinely pleased to hear that the role had been so beneficial. It was a refreshing sight to see; so often were Krovs’ hallways occupied with haunted or predatory stares depending on those passed that Rhys found himself forgetting from time to time that optimism was something that could dwell within the castle’s walls. Taking the hand offered to him and giving a firm shake, Rhys made a mental note of the name offered. “Rhys– or Head of Magic Consultants if we’re still talking roles. Pleasure’s all mine, I can promise you.” Tucking both hands into his trouser pockets, Rhys glanced towards the nearby vase with a noise of intrigue. “All these years cooped up in that office and I’ve never managed to bump into you out here. It’s almost impressive. Do tasks like this ever get monotonous for you? Or is that part of the appeal? ‘cause as much as I complain about my paperwork, it’s the best part of the job sometimes; grants a little peace and quiet, diverts the face-to-face consultations to Seth – as monotonous as it can be, it’s preferable to having certain councilmen barge through the doorway.”

"oh, please. it really is not that entertaining - but it is relaxing though, i'll give it that." what a charming man he was! rory was almost feeling guilty that he couldn't address his by name. so many faces, so many names, it was like the halfling always met somebody new. there was no collar, so he could assume it was either a master, or a staff member. his biases made him think the latter, though. "it's been longer than i can remember, really." his paperwork would tell him it's been over two centuries, but he had lost his own count after the first three decades or so. "groundskeeping is pretty recent though. a couple of years already. it's been a blessing in disguise, honestly." he couldn't, and didn't want to imagine a life where he still lurked around the undercroft, waiting for the worse with each rental. "i'm rory, by the way." about time he presented himself, emptying his hand in order to offer it to the fellow worker. he stopped walking for a moment, although they were close enough to spot the next empty vase. "it's a pleasure."

[yusukelogist]

the inevitable highschool au for everypony 

[hallowcked]

( song playing )

Downstairs, another familiar face makes their way through the crowd, toward Brooke. Seth was tired of the games and didn't want to play anymore. Not this particular one anyway. He got a decent reaction out of her with Monica, but messing with Naomi didn't have the same desired effect. Therefore, the fire with her burned out and he was here, ready to submit. "You can't say you're surprised to see me. You knew I wouldn't miss a chance to see you in costume, baby."

[rhysdasiorarchive]

closed starter for @witchysethharper.

Given everything that had occurred over the past few days, the last place Rhys wished to be was anywhere containing other people. He’d been comfortable enough locked away in the safety of his office, avoiding any and all socialisation unless workplace requirements demanded it. For a while, it had been easy enough to distract himself with the last few pages of paperwork that needed tending to – followed by a brief flick through the pile of books on his bedside table he’d been meaning to read for months but had found himself too distracted by Roland’s near-constant presence to properly devote any time to – before the guilt and concern grew too large to ignore. He’d been lazy in patching things up with Seth after the events at Cannabites, too proud to be the first one to admit concession and too distracted by Roland’s incredibly sudden and jarring departure from his daily life seemingly overnight. It seemed as if that evening had brought with it a whole host of complications that Rhys really should have envisioned a whole lot sooner. Then again, perhaps this is what he got for neglecting his divination and intuition in favour of pursuing and maintaining emotional connections. 

With the festivities in full swing downtown, Rhys knew exactly where he’d find the younger witch and despite his reservations, he pushed his pride aside to make the first step towards putting at least one thing right. Even if he was still unimpressed with how Shade and Seth had handled their side of things, Seth was still someone Rhys considered close enough to practically be family at this point and it seemed childish to throw away that kind of bond when it ran as deep as it did, not to mention the fact that they still had to work together – there was no point in making the workplace environment any more insufferable than it already was on a regular day simply due to working where they did. For a split second, the thought of handing in his notice with immediate effect and returning to London to spend the rest of his days in quiet misery seemed far more appealing than being the bigger person, but if he didn’t fix this now, he likely never would and Seth deserved an attempt at repairing their relationship at the very least. Rhys made no attempt to get in the spirit of things – participating in anything Halloween-related had never once appealed to him, not even as a child – simply choosing to head downtown in his usual finery, following the chord of the younger witch’s inherent magic that always allowed him to keep a vague idea of Seth’s whereabouts even from afar. The club he arrived at was Rhys’ worst nightmare in multiple ways, not just because of its owner and the witch’s soured feelings towards him, but also due to the impact of the jarring sensory overload and the very real threat of Roland’s presence also featuring. If he could get this over and done within a handful of minutes, Rhys would consider it a job well done and he could retire back to the comfort of entirely self-imposed isolation. 

Pushing through the crowd with just a little excessive force that was partially a byproduct of his rising discomfort at having to be in such an environment in the first place, it didn’t take long for Rhys to spot his fellow magic consultant and he raised his voice just enough to be heard over the music. “Seth– look, I’m not here to argue. I just– I need to talk to you. Outside. Five minutes, no more. Don’t wanna keep you from…” he gestured vaguely at their surroundings. “…this.”

[rhysdasiorarchive]

Rhys’ expression faltered slightly at the hint of less dinnertable-friendly discussions and he wrinkled his nose in visible disagreement. “Actually, y’know what? Yeah, keep those details to yourself. I think I can survive just fine without them.” Listening attentively as Seth continued, Rhys tried to remain focused and not lose himself to the simple joy of simply having Seth back. The time spent apart from him had been nightmarish in its own right, the process of getting Seth out of Hell had been gruelling in ways Rhys had never even thought possible… but it’d all been worth it for this moment. Worth all the heartache, the grief, the frustration, the uncertainty – there wasn’t a doubt in Rhys’ mind that he’d do it all over again if he had to. There was very little he wouldn’t do for Seth. Rhys gave a coy smile at the reference of his complete lack of informing Shade of the plan in any way but then again, it hadn’t seemed wise to encroach upon Shade’s space even after all the time that had come to pass since their last altercation. Rhys’ ego and pride simply hadn’t allowed it, not that it would’ve made much of a difference in the long run anyway, not in Rhys’ professional opinion. 

The witch raised an eyebrow in silent judgement across the table as Seth insisted that everything was fine but he knew better than to press further. If Seth insisted as much, then it was so. Rhys’ arched brow rose higher at the sight of Seth’s smirk across the table and gave a light laugh in response, shaking his head at the memories of the difficult interim period. “The agency staff weren’t the worst, but… well, they weren’t you. Do you know just how many last-minute corrections I had to make to things? I owe you an apology, Seth. I really do. I’ve been taking your expertise for granted all this time and didn’t even acknowledge it. Honestly, between the two of us, I’m just glad the department’s still standing. Had a few touch and go moments here and there. Fuck knows what happened to my time management skills– but it’s like you said, it was fine. It’s definitely fine now, anyway.”

Seth nodded once more, glad to let the topic of Roland die there so as not to spoil the mood of the evening. He was out of Hell and back to normal. Almost. Aside from the whole obvious demon thing but whatever, more power wasn't something he'd complain about. He had his dog, he had his suite, he had his job –– it was like nothing ever happened. And Seth was fine to move on like that.

"I mean, do you want to hear those kind of details?" he asked, grinning a little wickedly at Rhys. "Like I said, he said he was happy I ain't in Hell any more. He was more surprised than anything when I walked in, which makes sense cause I didn't exactly tell him about any plan for me to come back and I'm guessing you didn't either. But it's fine. Everything's fine." Or so Seth kept telling himself. He smirked a little at his mentor across the table. "I'm sure you're glad to have someone help you with the magic consulting load that you don't need to train," he chuckled. "How've things been with you otherwise while I've been... uh, away?"

[blcssom]

closed starter for @lvciddreamt ft. seth barlowe

finding them had been easier than he'd expected, and even approaching them hadn't given him too much trouble. now that they were out on the first date, though, seth found that wooing them was.... trickier than expected. "so——- what was it you said you do for work?"

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

could we maybe have something where Alphonse and Seth find an old scrapbook and/or a video camera from Suagrboo’s childhood and get a look at the phases they went thought and the shenaniganery they got int as a little kid? (I just love to think of their backstory)

please, and thank you

Faded pictures.

Boo was at the shop doing their little baker things. Since Alphonse didn't work today he decided to just look around the house. Seth was also with him since Boo didn't need any help in the bakery either. As they were just looking at the different decor that Boo put in the house Alphonse saw a old book. Going to the book they saw smudged writing 'Boo's memories' a little devlish smirk slipped on Alphonse's face. "Hey Seth look what we got here!" Walking to Seth who ended up on the couch watching TV.

Sighing and pausing his show Seth got up and went to Alphonse cooking a eyebrow seeing the old book. Before even could ask the pink haired man, Alphonse cracked opened the book. "Holy shit! Look is mini boo!!" He cooes at the pictures of the baby version of his partner. "I wanna see! Move over a bit!" Seth looks as well and aw's at the pictures.

Both men flipped through the book as they gush over the cute baby pictures. Birthdays, holiday's, and more different pictures showing Boo's life. Even seeing their parents, Alphonse giggling at a picture showing Boo scarfing down a cupcake. The colors of the frosting was all over their face and highchair, showing off a gummy smile with two teeth in the front.

Alphonse started taking pictures of them on his phone. Seth was smiling as he saw the different baby pictures, snapping a few for himself to tease Sugar a bit. Then the door opened and their heads snapped to it, Boo was sighing coming into the house and groaning about a customer. "The old bitch was all like 'well why didn't you say you didn't have any-" pausing as they see the old picture album.

"What are yall doin?" Walking to the table they ere seated at Boo cackled seeing their baby pictures "You found my album? Jesus how long it's been since I went through this?" Picking it up they giggled seeing the pictures. "Well we found it and went through it!" Alpjomse said, Seth butted in "Nuh uh, you found it I only looked through it. I wasn't going through sugars things." Alphonse was about to retort but Boo hushed them.

"Wanna know the story behind the cupcake picture?" With a devilish smile as they showed off another version of the picture. Showing Boo's (parent/guardian) holding the rest of the cupcakes away from them. "Uh? Yes? I wanna know more about baby Boo!" Alphonse sat down next to them and so did Seth. Boo then went on a whole story telling rant about the different pictures in their Album.

To them it was nice talking about these faded pictures. Only fair since they saw Al's and Seth's from when they were kids.