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SAM with Tiago Harding (Oscar Isaac, Owner of the Emerald Enchanted, Air leaning Fae)

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How They Loved You

Moonboys x You (Reader)

730 words / 18+ only, no minors

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Summary: Who fell in love with you first? How do they behave around you? Some ramblings of how each of the alters likes to love you.

Warnings: No smut but suggestive.

Dedicated to @lunaselena - ♥

Steven thought it the moment he met you. The way you talked. The way you smiled at him. How kind you were. Didn’t show him any sign of being sick of his rambling. He was smitten. Didn’t take him long to blurt it out. He wanted to please you in every way he could think of. He learned fast. Intuitive towards you. Empathetic to your needs. He listened. Searched for ways to gently push buttons he never knew existed before you.

Simply having you existing gave him all the motivation he needed to try and make you happy. You let him explore and find his confidence. In turn, he’d find ways to surprise you. Always with that dopey grin on his face and that eagerness like you wouldn’t believe.

He’d be the one that’d spend a whole movie massaging your back. Cuddling or staring at you that little bit longer or until he couldn’t any more. He’s easily flustered and still bashful at times. Eyes quickly cast away as you strip the last of your clothing. His gaze would always return.

Once he was comfortable in your space? He’d be sneaking up to try and surprise you. Playful in his kisses and bites against you. Knowing exactly what he was doing but feigning innocence. More giggly in his flirting and teasing. Checking in when he can to make sure everything he’s doing and you’re doing is okay. He’d worship the ground you stood on if he could.

Sure, he liked you for a while, but it took Marc getting to know you before it came down hot and heavy. Suddenly there was no air to breathe unless it was yours. You were his thoughts day and night. He needed all his time with you. Felt he was missing out anytime the others were with you instead of him.

Years would pass and he’d still be the same way. Utterly devoted. Not loud in his affection or words like the others sometimes were, but he made sure you knew he loved you. Gentle in all the right ways. Rough in the ways you both needed. He’d be the one doing the most to make sure you were cared for. Feed you. Drag you into baths and showers with him. Pull you into his arms to nap with him.

Marc loves you and only you. You’re more important to him than himself. He’d be the kind to burn the world down just to keep you safe. He’d kill for you. He’d be the most unstable if you left. A kind of obsessiveness he knows can’t be healthy but can’t help himself.

Took the longest time for him to express his feelings. Even if he felt it, he never expected it to be reciprocated. Marc’s good at putting on a show of being stoic and decisive. Deep down he still felt undesirable, like he wasn’t worth you. How lucky he was to have such a person to orbit around. You were his sun. His planet. And all the stars around him.

Took him the longest to come around to the idea of loving you. Told yourself it was because he wasn’t out much and when he was he’d tried to avoid you and the others. Too used to his own bubble. Worried you’d hurt him if you got the chance. By being in constant proximity to the others, you caught glimpses of him. And in those glimpses, you seemed to like what you saw.

Jake’s moment of falling in love wasn’t hard and fast like Steven’s, or hot and heavy like Marc’s. It was an “awww fuck. Shit.” Kind of moment. Him standing there rubbing his gloved hand over his face because he realizes he really does care about this spicy little dumbass. You drive him crazy and he couldn’t understand until now why he wants you to keep doing that.

He wants to excite you. Take you out to see and do things you’ve probably never seen or done before. Enjoys the company in those long drives he loves to take. You catch him off guard with being okay he’s more his own person. He likes to be around and indispensable to others. Likes that you like seeing him like that. Marc’s bold, but Jake can be bolder. He’s possibly a little more on the competitive side. Isn’t one to back down.

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“Pedro always has his hands all over Oscar”

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Leto Atreides x Thera Ecaz (OC) (487 words)

A/N: This was a starter created for the lovely @therapardalis. You can read the rest of our story here. Enjoy!

There’d come a day, as Leto understood well, that he’d need to marry and strengthen Caladan’s political future. Something that was ingrained into him by his late father. As many flaws as the man had, there were a lot of things he’d done right. Leto’s mother being one of them. Helena had been a force to be reckoned with. Leto himself had come close to that too. His alliance with House Ecaz was founded on a political marriage, then later solidifed by the fall of House Moritani once the wedding dissolved into a bloodbath. Maybe that was why he’d been avoiding another. Thinking about it now felt more like reopening a wound and pouring salt into it. He dared not venture too far into the depths of those waters.

He didn’t need to wonder why the thought of it was coming back to haunt him on this day. Thera of House Ecaz would soon be before him for a meeting he’d arranged. She’d become an invaluable part of his staff on Caladan. Much to the dismay of her father. His regular correspondence with the Duke insinuated as much. He didn’t understand why she needed to be in the place where her sister was slain, but Leto could understand it, on some level. His son had died that day too. Being anywhere else made him feel like he was moving further away from his son. Time already did that, and occasionally his obligations too.

Pushing to stand from the seat of his desk when she entered. His adviser also stood to nod her way, murmuring his final word of warning in the earshot of Leto before departing. Not all agreed with the Duke’s choices, but they wouldn’t be at the helm should the boat begin to sink. He took on board their advice. He still needed to do this.

“It’s a pleasure as always to see you, my Lady. We have much to discuss. Please,” he gestured to the open seat the adviser left behind. Lowering himself into his own with a neat fold of his attire. The gold of the eagle branding his cuff glimmered under the light of the window to his left. He’d used his meeting room for the encounter, though had no expectation of anyone disturbing them past the house staff. One approached the table to serve drinks before too parting. Guards at the doors were under strict orders to keep non-emergencies out.

“I’m sure by now you’ve heard of the latest attack on our shipments? What are your thoughts?”

He leaned back in his seat to let her take the floor, so to speak. While he had no need to be asking for her opinion on the matter, he found himself valuing it all the same. An easy conversation starter with substance over something more frivolous like the upcoming celebrations. Something he was reluctant to bring up immediately. Dancing around the question perhaps?

[little-bug-el-faouly]

Layla's pov: Asylum Escape #2

► Part one: Asylum Escape

‘Do you even recognize me?’

He did. Mostly. Took a moment of them staring like she might just disappear again before the words came pouring out. All slurred without much of a filter.

She let him ramble until she got something she understood. There were quiet moments between where he spaced out. Layla waited patiently. Understandably, that took some time. He wasn’t in a good state. Wasn't like she had anywhere else to be, he had all of her attention.

“Echar una mano-“

“Should say it in French mate she knows that one.”

“Dejar plantado-”

“Sorry Layla.”

“Mi polola~”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“Less cursing, more French guys. C'mon! Bonjour Layla! T’es belle!”

“Cut it out. We need to-”

“Sorry bruv I’m just tryna say ‘ello.”

"Será mejor que no le hables así.”

“And you need to shut the fuck up too.”

“Bit of a mess up here innit? Sorry.”

“No. Layla you need to go. It’s not uh-”

“Si amor, no es seguro aquí.”

“Not a vacation is what it is. It’s bloody awful.”

“Safe. It’s not safe. Trap.”

“Si, I said that.”

“No, you didn’t, you wibbled on in Spanish.”

“Spanish? Ah. My mistake. Hard to think right now.”

“They’re not going to let me leave. Needed you to get me to talk.”

“He’s right. You must leave, mi vida.”

“I will end you.”

The laugh that came out of him definitely wasn’t Marc. She was certain his hand would have waved a grander gesture or punched himself if it hadn’t been restrained. Layla watched him struggling and tried to not let her nose crinkle up. It hurt to see him like this. He shouldn’t be here. Couldn’t hold himself in the front for long. Maybe it was the sedatives they had him on? Or just this place? She didn’t know. She’d never seen them this bad before.

“Hey- hey, hey, hey. All of you. Shut up a sec. Look at me.”

They did. He did. Head strained to lift up a fraction more so he could try and hold her stare. Layla softened her eyes, wishing she could reach out and hold his hand. She was going to do one better.

“I’m not leaving here without you. You got that? I need you all to get on the same page. If you’re right, we got one shot at this. Can you hold yourself up? Why haven't you used your suit yet?”

"Fine, but I don’t like this."

“I mean I’ll try. Rooms a bit spinny."

"Old bird? In the mood he's in? Hah."

"That stupid pigeon-”

“It's complicated.”

“What you got planned for us chica?”

“I swear. Once I take off these restraints, if you punch yourself, we’re going to have a problem. Focus.” “You tell ‘em, love.”

“I am focused.”

“Ahh he’s behaving now wife is here.”

"Shut your mouth."

Layla worked on the restraints behind his back. Helping him up to his feet. Keeping an arm around him while he gathered his bearings. Layla guided him towards the door, letting him lean his weight onto her as they moved.

Pushing him up against the wall just out of view. Close enough to be sharing each other's air, he leaned in but she didn't rise to it. Instead, she raised her hand to gesture for him to wait for the signal. He leaned back with a more stern expression, and then his eyebrows shot up and a more nervous one broke through. She thumped her fist against the door until one of the escorts opened it. Show time.

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CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Thomas O'Malley is based on O'Malley from The Aristocats. He is a 43 year old human, owner of The Jukebox, and uses he/him pronouns. He has no powers. Thomas is portrayed by Oscar Isaac and he is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Thomas O'Malley was a loner, but it wasn't entirely by choice. He was an orphan for as long as he could remember, and at a certain point he sort of stopped wishing for a family, figuring he would be happier learning to be content by himself. People weren't all that, anyway, he'd been given plenty of reasons not to trust them over the years, and he could do just fine on his own. It wasn't until he met Duchess in his twenties that he began to change his mind, finding some hope that things didn't have to be that way. He was seen as nothing more than as a stray cat to most, but she didn't treat him any differently despite her higher status. Before he knew it, he'd gotten dangerously close to not only her, but her three children as well. They weren't anything, not yet, but they weren't nothing — until all at once, they were. He hadn't walked away, he would never after the years of loving them, but he couldn't tell any of them that. One day, he was just here, with no memory of arriving, and no way out. He tried for awhile, but Thomas knew it was pointless; if all of the smart people in town couldn't find an answer, he wasn't going to magically stumble upon one himself. Once again, he'd be better off just accepting things as they were. So he worked his way up, bought a rundown building in town, turned it into The Jukebox, an eating establishment based around music since it was the only thing that hadn't let him down. He didn't hate Evermore, his life was pretty easy all around, but it was lonely, and no matter how much time passed — over a decade now — he found that nothing could fill the hole of the family he'd almost had.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Hector Rivera: He's seen the man at The Jukebox a few times, never eating, seemingly just there to listen to the music and honestly? Thomas respects it. ❀ Pacifica Northwest: More fatherly than he seems, he cares a lot about his employees, all of them; but something about Pacifica just reminds him of Marie, and he can't help but have a soft spot for the blonde. ❀ Simon Petraglia: O'Malley is a friendly guy of few friends, but he would consider Simon one of them... even if he doesn't quite get the archelogy obsession.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

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Mateo Rivera | Staff | 94 | Thunderbird | Versatile

“The best thing for being sad is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails."

Mateo Rivera was born in the mountains of Guatemala in 1929 to a somewhat small but close knit group of thunderbirds. His parents and extended family would go into the cities sometimes, cautiously, and interact with the humans and vampires and while they didn’t want to frighten Mateo too much they cautioned him about that world and all its various dangers. A good natured chick, he tried to listen to what they told him but he was always fascinated by the things they brought back and it was the books that really intrigued him. The mortals wrote such interesting stories and if they could write such wondrous things, how could they be so bad? His family curbed his curiosity for a time, about thirty years or so, but he practiced his human disguise diligently so he could eventually venture into the city. Mateo somewhat neglected to master his other magic, in spite of how his family tried to teach him. He had a basic grasp of it but if he was going to have to hide in plain sight anyway, why should he bother? It wasn’t like he’d be using many of his thunderbird skills so why worry about them?

Finally, Mateo’s curiosity and stubbornness won out against his family’s protests and he ventured out into the mortal world. In Villa Nueva, he started to learn about humans and the complex, fascinating world they inhabited. He read, he asked questions, he learned all kinds of things and, after a couple of years in the city, Mateo fell in love. Carina was the most interesting person he’d ever met. Quick to laugh with a mischievous streak, she always had paint on her fingers or her clothes and Mateo couldn’t resist her. She was human, something his family warned him about when they ventured into the city to try and get him to come back, but he wouldn’t listen to them. He was in love and he couldn’t imagine being parted from her. He told her what he was, eventually, and she accepted him for it. They were married and for four years, Mateo was happy. He worked in a bookstore, Carina painted, and somehow Mateo thought they would manage to come through the political turmoil all around them without being touched by it. It wasn’t to be.

It was the first few years of the Guatemalan civil war and things were getting worse and worse. Mateo was out with Carina one day in 1964 during a storm and they got caught in a crossfire. He just wanted to protect her, to get them both home safe, and he used his powers for the first time in some time. With the storm making him that much stronger and his general lack of control, it was disastrous. Tapping into the storm, he used his electric mimicry, he screamed, he went somewhat wild with powers he naturally had but had never worked to control. When everything cleared, the soldiers were dead…and so was Carina. He couldn’t blame the military because the marks on her body had clearly come from electricity, from him, and Mateo couldn’t bear it. He fled, initially back to his family who welcomed him and comforted him, but there was always that sorrowful undercurrent that they’d warned him not to join the human world. He couldn’t take it for long and fled even further, grief stricken and afraid of his own powers, he went across the ocean to Europe. He needed to be somewhere completely unfamiliar, somewhere that wouldn’t be plagued with too many painful memories.

The traveling and all the new experiences eventually helped dull the ache but the guilt remained, burrowed deep into him, and he was more reserved after that. He used very few aspects of his powers, stifling them and trying to seek out quiet places. He eventually got a degree in Library Sciences and took a job at the British Library where he met and befriended Rhys Dasior. They maintained their friendship even after Rhys went to work at Krovs Castle, which Mateo was somewhat curious about, though he didn’t exactly trust vampires. His family had always warned him about them, after all, but they’d warned him about most things. He was in sporadic communication with them, checking in every now and then by phone but they often tried to get him to come home so things were strained. He remained curious about Krovs and was even more intrigued when Rhys mentioned the librarian position was open. He did some research, knew staff members had to wear collars and that his species in particular always had them active to some degree. Wouldn’t that be a relief? Instead of having to worry and hold himself back, the collar could do it for him. The slavery issue was very troubling but he reasoned that maybe he could make their lives a little better just by being kind or offering them a quiet place to be for a time. After a great deal of thought, Mateo finally decided to apply for the job and once he was hired, moved to the castle. Newly arrived and getting settled into his position, he’s getting used to not worrying about hurting anyone around him and looking forward to getting to know the residents of the castle.

Positive Traits: Curious, patient, kind

Negative Traits: Stubborn, reserved, guilt-ridden

3 turn-ons: Confidence, dirty talk, bondage

3 turn-offs: Scat/vomit/watersports, degradation/humiliation, feet

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OSCAR ISAAC WANTED

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Daddy Dom wanted for DD/lb style relationship. Bonus points if Oscar is wealthy, visits/plays in local BDSM clubs, and is on the look for his own Little.

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Spicy Jake: Aftercare

Jake Lockley x You (Fem!Reader) 1,532 words / 18+ only, no minors Masterlist. If you like what you see, leave a like or reblog and follow me ♥ Summary: What if Jake took care of you after Marc had his way with you? Focusing on the aftercare, you find there's a gentler side to his rougher counterpart. Notes: Don't ask me what this is. You'll never take me alive. Warnings: Aftercare, post-rough sex, overstimulation, bondage/restraints, bruises and marks, creampie, established relationship, all the pet names, affection, comfort, fluff.

Jake was yanked all too violently to the front, taking a second to try and fight for some air back into his lungs. Eyes wildly scanning his surroundings. Expecting to be amidst some kind of fight, he discovered it was something else entirely. That last orgasm had sent Marc to the clouds and drawn Jake into the fray. Hadn’t been the intention of either of them, but Jake accepted it was what it was.

Couldn’t really complain when you were beneath him, your knees propped up with your back to him. Your face shoved into the sheets and your hands tied behind your back. His hand had been gripped around your waist and holding onto the ties of your restraints.

His cock spent but still buried deep inside of you. Any movement was sending your oversensitive cunt into a new spiral. Watching the mess spread out around where you both connected. It was spilling all down you both. He’d deducted you’d been at it while.

“Oh chica…”

His words came out in a soft drawl. Hips readjusting to watch you whine for him as he kept his movements slow but continued to thrust as deep as he could take it. His eyes trailed over the red marks and forming bruises the other brute left behind. Jake knew exactly which one of him had done this.

Always Marc who got his rocks off from controlling and using you to take out his frustrations. Steven was too desperate to please you. As for Jake? Well. Jake just wanted to treat you better than anyone else ever could. Most importantly, he wanted nothing more than to dote on you.

At the sound of his voice, you look over your shoulder up to him. If he thought your behind and ass looked bad, your face wasn’t looking much better. Red angry fingerprints scattered where he’d forced your jaw open and held it in place. Smeared lipstick and puffy red lips. The evidence of why your lipstick was like that remained at the base of his dick.

Mascara had streaked down your cheeks. Rosy from being slapped a few times. A dazed content smile spread across them. Jake couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than the sight of you like this. You looked happy, satisfied and ready for a little tenderness. He could do that.

Taking care of others wasn’t new for Jake. On those darkest of nights when Marc had gone looking for answers in the bottom of a bottle, it was always Jake taking over in the end. He stumbled to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Downing as much water from the sink as he could keep down.

Somehow he’d navigate the spinning fun house while hauling their asses back to bed. All so Steven could suffer the consequences more comfortably the following morning. Jake couldn’t always be there to take away the pain. Sucks to suck, Grant. He’d probably feel this in the morning too.

Jake reached for the knots around your wrists. Undoing the restraints. Pulling himself out from inside you. Hearing your softer groan turning into a whine and huffing in amusement.

“Mi amor. Went overboard did we? A little too oversensitive now, si?”

“Shut yourself up.”

You try to bite back. Sounded more exhausted than threatening. You sounded proud of yourself too. As you should. Jake wasn’t looking much better himself. Hair was all tussled and out of place. Sweat dripped down his chest.

“Ah, and so she still knows how to hiss.” Jake said to himself and laughed.

Gently he nudged your hips to bring you to lay down on your side. Shifting to lay down beside you. His face looking back at yours. You were too content to feel embarrassed that he got to see you in this state. Jake didn’t seem to mind at all. He reached up to stroke your face. Licking his thumb lazily to wipe some of the smears away.

“You’re going to have to be a lot fiercer than that to get me to shush, mi pequeña leona.”

“Mi pequeña leona.” You test the words on your mouth. “My little what?”

Much too tired to be doing anything about him. You always liked the way he looked so proud when you practiced more of your Spanish for him.

“My little lioness.”

He leaned in to press a kiss against your head. His hand reached down to stroke over your ribs and down along the side of your body. You shiver and try not to move much.

“Lioness? Why? Because I bite first?”

“Si.” Jake smiled a little more. You loved seeing the way the corners of his eyes creased. How relaxed and content he looked. Took a long time to bring his guard down.

He leaned up on his arm and looked around. Dropping his head back into the pillow beside you with a dissatisfied sigh. You gave him an expectant look. You knew what he was about to say, and so you waited for him to say it anyway.

“He never brings you a towel before he fucks you, does he?”

And there it was. Same old, same old. You smile knowingly. Would have laughed better if you had more energy to. It comes out quiet and distant.

“Would you get me some water too?”

“For you? Anything.”

He started to get up, but dipped back down quickly to kiss against your temple. Muttering the words close to your head.

“Should I run you a bath too?”

“No, it’s okay. Think I should sleep it off.”

“Sure thing, chica. Back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

As if you could. You hummed your amusement as Jake disappeared off past the bookcase and beyond. You moved to roll onto your back and winced. The uncomfortable tingling sting along your rear had you rolling back onto your side again.

You took solace in knowing Marc would be just as hurt to find out he’d not been there to take care of you after. As rough as he could get, he always did love relishing in the after care. Stroking your body, making you a meal, or massaging you where you needed it.

You smile when you see him coming back through the doorway. Carrying a glass of iced water with a silicone straw. There was a damp towel folded and draped over his bare shoulder. Carrying himself differently. You could tell by the way he sauntered to your side it was still Jake.

His knee came up on the bed and leaning over you, he helped you to lift your head up enough to drink. A firm hand held you until you nodded a signal you were finished drinking. The cold of it was refreshing and needed after how long you’d gone without. He brought the glass to his own lips to drink the rest, narrowly avoiding the straw in his eye. You hear a crunch of ice between teeth. He chewed while placing the glass on the bedside table behind you. Moving in to curl up behind you. Light kisses along your shoulder.

“Gonna clean you up and get you under the sheets. Tell me if I’m too rough.”

“Please, I’m not fragile.”

“If you say so.”

Jake reached for the damp towel and tugged it off his shoulder. Bringing it down in a slow rub down over your ass. You breathe in sharp and tensed up to the wet cloth. It’d been ran under warm water but left cold in its wake.

“Okay okay. Gentle. Please.” You breathe.

“Si señora.” Jake mutters. Dipping in for another kiss against your shoulder.

He cleaned you up. Manipulating your leg to hold it up while he wiped down between your sticky folds. You making a noise for him, but Jake knew better than to play into your mood of wanting more. You needed to rest. He was tired too.

Soon enough he was moving again, getting the sheets from under to help bring them over the both of you. You helped, kind of. Rolling over to face him in the move.

“My turn.” You say.

“Not tonight. You need to-”

“No not that. Roll over.”

“Que?”

“I want to cuddle you for a change. Roll over.”

Jake gave you a hard stare, you half-expected him to refuse or talk his way out of it. Instead, his features relaxed and he leaned in to chase your lips for one last kiss before turning his back to you.

Your leg hitches up to wrap around his waist. Arm under his neck. Chest against his back. You kiss into his hair. Feeling Jake’s hand wrap around your wrist for his thumb to stroke.

“Mi pequeña mochila propulsora.” He snickered and you hummed in confused amusement.

“What am I this time?”

“My little jet pack.”

You were both breaking into laughter. Jake turned to catch another kiss of yours. A little messy but he seemed to need the contact, so you lifted your head to meet him. You cuddled up into him and before long, sleep soothed any aches that remained. Jake didn’t move. Lay there for the longest time listening to you breathe before sleep caught up with him too.

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“a hammer wrapped in layers of silk of your own creation.”

× name: tiago ixora × age: 44 × gender identity: genderfluid × sexuality: panromantic & pansexual × face claim: oscar isaac × faction: the flow × element: the sun × district: crozer haven × traits: lost, intuitive, arrogant, objective, unflappable

BLURB

a ray of light in the misty forest your eyes shine brighter every day, knowledge and discovery are your food and you shy away from nothing but people. you feel at home surrounded by the elements and by their power you feel reborn. a reckoning to any who try to shatter your world view and make you bitter and hard because they don't know what you are already capable of but choose not to do.

BIO

The Pact was where it all started.

Santiago Palache's parents were willingly sworn to their faction's ideology, and their son was raised in it to become a skilled and single-minded devotee to the cause. Aggressive and ruthless, he delighted in making other people feel inadequate, in using his knowledge of his element to gain control and power, and in pushing himself to discover what lengths he would go to in order to answer the call of the Pact.

As his parents had done with him, Santiago raised his own children to eschew nearly anything other than focused, obedient commitment to their faction. Nothing could be more important than maintaining the upper hand in the slow, ongoing war that they lived in. Anything that could be sacrificed was on the table, and Santiago was proud of any display that his offspring made of thinking just like their father.

But in his vanity and arrogance, Santiago had assumed that he could gauge the outcome of any situation. And circumstances conspired to give him the unwelcome knowledge that he couldn't.

It was a tumble from grace that pushed him into hiding for years, as he recovered and stewed over the whys and wherefores, evaluating where he could go from there. Certainly not back to the Pact; they wouldn't have him anymore. The only recourse left for his pride and his safety and his peace of mind -- if he could have such a thing, even -- was to reinvent himself.

A beard did most of the work; a name change and complete overhaul of the personality he presented did the rest. Tiago Ixora made his vows to the Flow and took up the grindstone at the mill in Crozer Haven, establishing a peaceful man, perhaps a little overfond of doling out parables and questionable baked goods of his own invention. Who would be suspicious of him? A gentle community staple who sang songs to their children in the community hall. It's a pleasant enough life if a touch dull, compared to the riotous excess and passionate bloodletting -- both literal and figurative -- of his life before. Still, Tiago would rather be alive and muted than hunted by those he once strode alongside.

The horns of war are far away, a distant echo if he hears them at all. But they grow louder, and the quiet rush of water and turning of the millstone might not be enough to drown them out.

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ourea ↪ soft and softer she is so familiar to you. you can tell she sees it too and it has drawn you two together in indescribable ways. you are as close to family as one can be without blood ties but you do not make a point of imposing yourself upon their life. you worry, you worry so much of how they might see you sometimes but you remain all the same.

dryops ↪ a sentinel it is comforting that he is there. you find yourself liking the fact that the man exists, even if some people aren't keen to notice what he does, or what he will do, but you will. you will appreciate it more than he can know because it means that you do not have to cross any lines. you will be the sun shining silently on his stoic form as he continues to protect the city.

priapus ↪ run with us if you are the evening sun, they are the morning. they are bright and beautiful and inescapable and yet overlooked. you both know that the other exist in a way that seems almost symbiotic. you spend little time together, such as the morning and dusk cannot exist at the same time, you two seem to pass time ships in the night and you both do your duty in the same vein...

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