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closed starter blair x jack

taking them to the edge of alexandria, the drive barely lasting thirty minutes, for the first time in a long time the dragon found himself a bit nervous. pulling up to a sprawling, empty lot, he parked his truck and without saying much of anything he got out a took a few steps towards the open acreage; his hands on his hips as he waited for jack to get out and join him.

"bare with me here, i know i promised you some big surprise and this doesn't look like much..." he spoke as he heard the crunch of leaves and dirt beneath the other's shoes as he approached.

"but just humor me? come 'ere..." turning back, he stretched out his hand and offered it to jack. "we've been here for three months now, alexandria is comfortable, but it feels like something is missing. now, i could be crazy, but imagine if we built a small house over there to the left; by the tree line." he explained as he point over with his left hand, gesturing at a flat section of land against the thick line of trees. "a story, maybe two if we really need it, and some yards behind it i was thinkin'-- now it would still take some time but, with my powers, i could clear us out some land and dig us a small pond."

"--and over here," he pulled jack closer, resting jack's back against his chest as he shifted his hands around so he could, instead, wrap his arms around the man as he spoke. "what if we built a barn-- or if i built a barn. doesn't have to be anything big, just something we could put a horse or two in," he continued on as his hands settled on the other's waist; his chin resting on jack's right shoulder. "we've got enough space to make a garden or two, might even be able to squeeze some cattle in if we're smart about it. i know it's nothing like what we used to have but, i don't know, give me some time with-- i think i could make it feel like home for us."

technically blair had everything he wanted, everything he needed, with jack at his side but since settling in alexandria he still felt anxious; he felt like something was missing and nothing he did was enough to keep him busy. this would though. this would keep him busy. this would quiet his mind.

"what do you think? crazy idea? the lands all for sale..." actually it wasn't. blair had already bought it. "...it's small, i know, but we could make it work. our own little ranch, one no one can take from us this time."

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closed starter draekov x xzavulon

his time was often spent traveling, chasing after pleasures and excitement rather than wasting away in the quaint little paradise eve had created for herself-- and them. still. alexandria had been where he claimed his home was for the past two hundred years; give or take. it had almost become tradition, at this point, that whenever he returned to his sprawling estate he would host a hedonistic dinner party to celebrate his return. delicacies from all over the world, from varying species and their cultures; men, and women, at the prime of their lives eager to eager to engorge themselves on food and wine, and cum. his dinners became synonymous with sin and the celebration of it. many clamored for his attention just in hopes that they would, one day, receive an invitation for themselves so they could indulge in the vampires grace and pleasure seeking. yet even with the most delicious morsels in attendance, xzavulon was often the only draekov gave his full attention.

their relationship was long lasting, convoluted, and tangled-- and draekov wouldn't have had it any other way.

"you're either lost, pet, or you're more bold than i previously thought." stepping into the upstairs hallway of his home, the glorified orgy raging below in the dining room, draekov was surprised to find one of his snacks standing in the doorway; peaking in on his xzavulon. rather than being annoyed with them for straying, the vampire was amused. "be a good pet," he commented as he wiped some fresh blood from his lips, "and find your way back to the others. for now he's mine... but if i feel inclined to share, i'll come find you."

pushing past the guest, who stumbled away back to the party, draekov finally stepped into the grand bedroom he had told zav to wait for him in. "sorry for keeping you waiting, i had to wade through your fans. funny, they are normally desperate for my attention but tonight more of them seem drawn to you... not that i can blame them."

he didn't say it outright but there was something in his eyes, something in the way they shown in that dimly lit room as his lips threatened to hint at a smile, that said it for him. he had missed xzavulon.

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walking through the town there was something that seemed to linger in the air around him, riding on the breeze and wrapping around him, that made alexandria feel nostalgic despite the fact christopher had only been here for three months. it was strangely calmer even though it was home to every kind of monster he thought had only existed in stories and more he had yet to learn about it. maybe it was the magic in the air or maybe christopher was adapting quicker than he was giving himself credit for. either way, it made him anxious.

"a what?" saved from his own swirling thoughts by the strangers voice, the mechanic looked over at him with confusion knit into the lines between his furrowed brows; in the downward curve of his lips. at least the stranger continued speaking without being prompted and ultimately repeated himself and his offer. he was rambling. it was cute. he was cute.

"oh, wow, are you sure? thank you?" wiping his hands on his shirt out of habit, usually they were covered in dirt and grease, christopher relaxed as he reached out to accept the pastry being offered to him; his lips curling back into the faintest hint of a smile as the rest of his features eased and softened. "hey, maybe they were trying to flirt with you. you know, giving you extra because they thought you were cute or something. i would have done the same thing if i were in their shoes," he admitted with a loose shrug of his shoulders before he unwrapped the croissant and took a bite. he definitely needed to come back here; the croissant was really good. "shit, where are my manners." tucking the pastry back into it's sleeved protection, the human unceremoniously tucked it into his left armpit to keep it from falling as he once again wiped his right hand off on his shirt before reaching out to offer it to the other. "i'm christopher, kinda new here. it's nice to meet you..."

Location; Outside The Cinnamon Dragon Open to; Anybody || @unveilstarters Note; Lucas has been around town for a while, so there's every chance he could already know your muse, he's generally friendly.

"Can I interest you in a croissant?" The question came as easily as the offered bag, one of the frankly unfairly good pastries already grasped in Lucas' other hand, flakes of pastry already stuck to his fingers in the best way. It was one of those few treats he allowed himself, but spotting the other half way through bringing it to his lips had at least encouraged the offer. "They gave me an extra or some reason, so I supposed it was only fair to share the goodwill?" There was an idle pause, before the need to keep talking won out. "Of course if it's not to your taste I could see about something else now I've made the off- Please stop me talking. I fear I've started rambling."

Hell, there was even genuine panic in his eyes for a moment. He'd been cooped up in his room for the better part of the last couple of days working on his most recent pet project and it wasn't until now that he registered just how long it had been since he actually spoke to another being.

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"huh? oh, no. if anything i wound up sleeping a bit better than usual because of last night; because of you..." keagan explained with a halfhearted smile. "sleep is just something that's always alluded me. which is funny when you consider the facts." mainly the fact that he was a witch and even when he turned to spells or potions he never managed to feel fully rested no matter how long he slept. maybe he was cursed to always be tired; or maybe it had something to do with his caffeine codependency. "unless you have some trick stronger than my own magic to make me feel rested, no." he answered with a matter-of-fact nod of his head and loose shrug of his shoulders. "--but it's fine, really. i'll be alright. that's what coffee is for."

"got it, i'll do my best to remember you actually deserve a title in public but for now i'll just stick with rico." he teased slightly, more of his personality starting to return to the surface as he consumed more and more coffee. "yeah, unfortunately i'm not really known for being much of a gentleman," keagan joked at his own expense, "so you should definitely take my number if you ever feel like enjoying some... unbecoming company again."

"shit," the witch cursed as he furrowed his brows, his right hand lifting to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "i didn't even consider the fact you probably don't drink coffee on the regular-- or at all for that matter." can he even drink coffee? keagan didn't know much about vampires aside from what he'd read in a few grimoires and the few he had crossed paths with in his life-- and shockingly enough, none of those sources every breached the topic of what he should offer for breakfast the morning after.

"uh, everybody is different but most people put a couple spoons of sugar and some milk to cool it off and sweeten it up since coffee can be very bitter on it's own. i, on the other hand, prefer it that way..."

"I'm sorry to hear you didn't sleep well! Was it because of me?" Rico asks with a sad frown. To be fair, this is one of the few times he woke up later than his attendant. They usually suffer from exhaustion and blood loss. And Rico has to remind himself that he is not in his kingdom. People here are not his royal subjects. The whole point of this little picnic of his is to experience the world outside. And catch thieves, if it comes to that. "Anything I can do to help?" He offers, fascinated by the kitchen and coffee machine and everything in between.

His attention snaps back to Keagan and the question. "Oh, forget formality. This isn't the court and we're not even in public. In private, you can just call me Ricardo or Rico, either way works. In official capacity, though, your highness or Prince Ricardo should suffice." He grins at the mention of last night, "it was a bit unbecoming of a gentleman to... fornicate in the bathroom but it was exciting, I must say."

He takes the mug, clearly excited to try the coffee. "Thank you. What do you... regular people put in your coffee? I cannot say I've actually had homebrewed coffee."

"you flatter me darling but don't discredit yourself. i'm not the only one they tend to have eyes for." that's all any of them would ever be allowed, if they were so lucky; he only strayed, or shared, with their sons. aeryne had no desires for anyone else. he didn't mind them looking and, on occasion, he had his fun with their wandering glances but he already had everything he wanted right there at his side; everything he needed. "how long has it been since our last scandal?" aeryne poised the question with a soft smirk on his lips as his hand fell to rest on his husband's thigh; gripping at the muscle as he leaned up closer against aksel's side. "maybe we're due another one; it'd be so easy to clear the table off for you..." he teasingly tempted.

craning his head back, allowing more access to his throat, fluttering breaths and whispered groans of approval settled on his lips as aksel began to trail soft, quick kisses against his jaw and down the stretch of his neck. whining, so quietly that only a select few would have been able to hear him, goosebumps peppered across his exposed skin and over his arms as he felt his lovers thumb brush against the inch of flesh that had been revealed by the shifting of his shirt.

"the bill," his voice broke a bit as he whispered his answer. aeryne considered trying to drag things out a bit longer, to torment his husband and truly test how patient he could be, but the merman was too intoxicated by his needs now to play the long game. "the bill." aeryne answered again, his voice stronger and louder this time, as he turned his head so he could meet his husband's gaze; a darkened look in his own eyes silently conveying that they had mere minutes, seconds really, before aeryne was all over him.

aksel grinned. "they would be so privileged, to bask in your beauty, elskan mín." he didn't share (well, except with his children). but a tease; to let them see what they can't have? aksel was very much for that. he had an insatiable hunger for maeryne. and most times he didn't care for the time or place. (within certain reasons of course.) "oh trust me. if it was, i would be having you on the table already." there was a reason why those were mostly private affairs. usually near or by the lake. they'd get lost in each other way too often in public. and it was certainly shaping up to be that way tonight — there was no physical way he was going to be able to wait till they were home.

the merman placed a kiss on the other's jaw; before he trailed down to aeryne's neck in soft, quick pecks. nothing too scandalous yet. his arm lifts a little, causing aeryne's shirt and tee to ride up slightly. his thumb stroked the exposed skin on his husband's hip. "now come on, dessert? or the bill?" aksel doubted he could wait for dessert. they'd have to call the waiter over, then order, then wait for it to be delivered, then eat... certainly sounded like too much trouble. he also doubted that his other half would be that cruel to him but maybe he was trying to push his buttons. "before i start eating you up right here."

"well, we can't disappoint the fates now can we?" he laughed as his lips pulled into a wide smile. almost as if he was proud of what he said next. "you know, funny thing about witches. they didn't mind me threatening a plague of snakes on them if they didn't leave me alone but the second i threatened-- well, offered really-- to fuck all of their husbands for them suddenly i am worse than a devil itself. they tried to cut me head off and encase me in silver as if i were some macabre statue." the fact he was laughing as he explained most of what he was hiding from gave a bit of a glimpse into the gorgon's mind. "really? poor choice of words wolf, i am a living curse, but i appreciate your concern. it almost makes you even more charming than usual."

"so that's the angle you're playing here?" eoghan questioned with a cocked brow and an amused grin. "a man finally chasing his dreams of being a musician? you're going to break many hearts here... and i can't wait to watch. you certainly have the talent for it." whether he was implying that wolfram had the talent for music or the talent for breaking hearts was left up to self interpretation; he could have also meant both.

"for you? i have all the time in the world. it's been too long since i've seen you last wolf. let's save the pleasantries for people that need them and skip to the good part. we can always drink together after we're done."

Wolf returns the hug, patting the other in the back. He knew Alexandria was a town full of supernatural folks, but didn't expect he'd run into his old friend. (Note to self, past enemies could also be here.) And Eoghan is one of the few he can actually call a friend. They fucked, hung out together and the man hasn't tried to kill him yet so that counts as a good friend to Wolf. Beside, they share the kindled interest of seducing men for sport.

"Obviously, the fates wanted us here so we can fuck some sense into them." He cackles. "Funny coincidence, been here for a month or so myself. Hope you didn't get cursed or got your cute little ass burnt." Laying low sounds very familiar but Wolf is far too shady to admit that directly. "Well, I've decided to pursue my old dream of being a musician." He plays a quick lick on his fiddle, before giving a dramatic bow. "And please, there's always a plenty of homes to wreck. No one's safe."

He starts packing away the violin and looks up. "So, you busy right now? I ain't got a place to be so we could go for a drink or skip the pleasantries and get down to fuckeries. Like old times?"

Scott Eastwood by Jesse Natale for Square Mile (July 2020)

for a brief moment, a fleeting second, thomas thought there was something familiar about the dog-- about the way it smelled-- but he quickly discarded the thought and simply assumed his senses were picking up another, well, familiar. why would he have any reason to believe it was something more than that?

"how the hells did you do that?" thomas raised his voice as the other suddenly shifted back. he wasn't angry, he wasn't yelling, he was just excited. he had tried countless spells and charms to enchant his clothing so they would change with him, so that he wouldn't be stark naked every single time he shifted between forms, but all he'd been able to manage was tattooing the outline of his boxer briefs onto his body for about three weeks before it finally faded away. "you have to tell me how you did that. did you use a specific material? did you have to get a witch to help you with the enchantment? did you--" without caring about personal space, or simple politeness, thomas reached out and was brushing his hands over the other's chest and pulling at the fabric of his shirt as he asked his questions.

it took longer than it should have for him to realize how insane he likely looked.

"sorry." he offered with an awkward laugh as he let go of the other's shirt and gently patted his chest. "oh, and yeah. i'm fine. despite what you might think, i actually didn't hit my head that hard. i just get easily excited..."

With this human, maybe, on his back, Finlay slowly approached, coming up to the other's face and giving it soft licks to show that he was sorry. That he was friendly. That he didn't mean to knock him on his ass. He lay down next to him as he whined softly. He hoped the other was okay as the fall had been quick...dramatic. Plus, hearing the ow sounded painful.

As the other began to sit up, so did he as he sat beside him. He let the other pat at his fur while he wagged his tail to show that he was fine on that part. Sure, his tail was still a little sore but it would be fine. He sniffed over the other. The smell somehow felt...familiar. He couldn't place it. It felt like he should recognize it from somewhere but not sure were. Though, maybe it was because the other smelt like a familiar like he was. Maybe that was it.

After a few more pets, Finaly moved away from the other. It felt time to shift back and apologize in actual words. Giving a final bark, he began to change. His fur vanishing, all dog features turning human. Thanks to Aoife, he wasn't naked as he stood up. He only had a few sets of clothes he could wear that would remain with him during a shift. Ones he kept safe at all costs. "Hey...I am soooo sooooo sorry about that. I was just running off to grab some snacks and wasn't paying full attention. Are you okay?"

"he was nice. it was... nice." while he wasn't lying, the man was easy to talk too and even easier on the eyes, the night didn't exactly go off without a hitch. dinner was incredible. they spent a few hours over a nice meal getting to know each other and laughing as they shared embarrassing memories and experiences. the drinks that followed were even better. even though keagan knew how to play darts, he didn't stop the man from holding around him so he could show keagan the best stance to use while playing. they flirted and bantered for what felt like hours until the other finally made the offer to take keagan home.

"he was super sweet, and easy to talk too. we had a blast, really, we did leofwyn-- you haven't lost your mojo." the lie lingered for a minute or two in silence, as if keagan was trying to make himself believe it only for the witch to let out a sigh and crack.

"okay, i still don't think you've lost your mojo-- this one was almost perfect-- but once we got back to my place? he kept calling me his ex's name and was concerned more with getting himself off than making it pleasurable for the both of us." but that wasn't leofwyn's fault. "when he left this morning he said he'd love to take me out again when i'm less distracted, which was hilarious." in his defense, keagan had spent most of the night telling stories about leofwyn; about his best friend and how much he loves spending time with him, and how he genuinely just can't imagine doing things without him around because even just having him to talk to makes things feel easier for the witch. "i don't know. i just... i think we were a good match on paper but not in person. maybe it was just a bad time for the both of us, which has nothing to do with you. we messed it up, not you."

keagan was trying to be nice.

@unveiledvagabonds; for leofwyn to interrogate keagan over lunch at a café.

"now come on, tell me. how did the date last night go?" he'd been trying to set his friend up for what felt like years now, on and off. it didn't matter that he was completely and utterly smitten, head over heels for the other. leofwyn had a job to do and he was going to do it to he best of his ability. though he was starting to wonder if he was too close to keagan for his magic to work properly... or if his own feelings for the witch was messing up his matches, unintentionally or otherwise.

it wouldn't be the first time in his life that the couples the cupid had brought together parted ways. contrary to popular belief, love wasn't eternal; and sometimes it fell apart. it occasionally had him a little weary, dejected by the outcome of it all, but he's seen how love could change people, heal their broken bones and hearts, make them joyful — he still believed in its power and it's kept him going all these years. leofwyn took a sip of his spiked coffee. it was midday, he was allowed. besides he knew he couldn't be sober for this. "couldn't be that bad right? it'd be pretty embarrassing if i'd lost all my mojo."

"you're hearing is better than most?" wyne repeated back with a soft smile stuck on his lips. "i noticed, though it probably wasn't any fun for you with tonight's music. as good as it might have been for dancing, it still wasn't that good. certainly not anything i would want to listen to at an enhanced volume." as much as he had been enjoying himself down there, in the thick of the chaos, the half-ghost had to admit this was nice too. it might have even been more enjoyable. now he could talk to the man that had clearly mesmerized him without having to scream at him or without having to worry about someone drunkenly interrupting them.

"i'm starting to think they didn't actually intend for people to use these rooms for talking." wyne mused as he turned his attention back to all the different toys and treats set out for them to help themselves too. "subtly is certainly not their strong suit." he joked as he lifted up a massive, comically too long dildo and shook it in his hand for a second, chuckling to himself at the way it flopped around, before placing it back down and turning around to face the younger man with him again.

"hang on a second." wyne didn't give him much time to respond or even register that he had said something. within an instant, he sank through the floor and vanished from the room. lowering himself down to the first floor, he used his intangibility to his advantage as a short cut; making his way to one of the bars in a matter of seconds so he could order a couple bottles of champagne, and a bottle of tequila for the hell of it.

a minute or two after he'd left, his head was popping up back through the floor as he lifted himself up; the drinks in his bare arms as he levitated in the middle of the room for a second before settling to land. "i figured drinks might help? or we could just talk about random things. i don't mind, either way i still managed to get the best looking man here into a private room so i'm happy regardless." he flirted.

"I really don't see it. There are clearly more...fitter guys here that are clearly pining for your attention." It was clear the other was certainly getting all the looks from the guy sin the bar. He may be half blind, but he could easily see a bunch pointing in Wyne's direction. If anyone was pointing at him, he didn't see it.

With Wyne's hand taking his and helping him though the crowd, he was certainly thinking how he was going to kill his next door neighbour in the chateau for dragging him here. Next time he went out, it would be to some pub that was quite. He kept one hand on his other ear, as he didn't care if he was pushing into people as they went upstairs.

He briefly watched as Wyne paid for their room and the next he knew they were inside the room. As soon as the door stopped, the music became much more of a dull noise in the background. His hand came down from his ear as he sighed. "Much better." He looked to Wyne, then to the ground. "Thanks...I guess." He sighed again. "I have...well...my hearing is much more better than most." He wasn't exactly going to tell this stranger what he was. Sure, this town was supposed to be safe from hunters and all but he still didn't feel safe to do so. Not yet.

It was then that he began to see more of the room. The bed. The condoms. The array of sex toys. Lube. This really caught him off guard. He really thought these private rooms were just a table and chairs. Not this. Though, the sight of it gave the werewolf a weird feeling. "I...it's quieter so...yeah."

"if it's any solace, you aren't the first to have screamed something to that affect with me though it has been centuries since it happened last," draekov teased. pushing himself up to sit on the bed, wiping some of the sweat from his face before nonchalantly trailing his finger through the remnants of andy's orgasm on his chest. licking it from his finger, he then looked back over at the other man with a smirk as he made no effort to cover himself; he had been alive for too long to be restrained by modesty.

"remind me what your name was," he licked his lips as he watched the man begin moving to assumedly find his clothes. "i'm not sure half the things i called you would be considered polite depending on whose around," he teased, "and it's been awhile since i've found someone able to keep up with me. speaking of, you're not planning to leave already are you?"

anyone else might have been drained from such a rough, hard session like what had just transpired between the two of them but the vampire had just freshly fed before finding andy to distract himself with. long story short, the vampire still had plenty of energy left. "you young things are always in such a hurry," he joked. "what? you aren't going to offer to at least try and return the favor?" reaching over, draekov loosely gripped onto andy's wrist and gently pulled on him in an attempt to get him closer; and to stop him from gathering his clothes. "if you're more of a-- how do you young things say it? a pillow princess? if you're more of a pillow princess, that's alright too. this time, instead of making you scream thank you, i can fuck you until you can't even stand let alone get back to work. either way, pet, stay. we still have plenty of time to have some fun."

Working at the Red Death has been... interesting, to say the least. The clientele seems to have very specific, shared kinks. Lots of Twilight fans, lots of roleplaying... Maybe there's some kind of a group thing here, who knows. But Andy didn't care; it was good money and it's a good place to find a hook up after work. The private rooms are so much better than fucking in the bathroom or back alley or parking lot, or going all the way back to either of their places.

This guy definitely caught his eyes at the club and it didn't take that much, neither time nor convincing, before they were fucking. Andy jerks himself to climax with one hand and teasing and caressing the man's nipple. All the while his ass is working overtime taking the intense fucking. It's impossible to contain himself when he explodes all over that broad chest. He can't even remember what he said during that.

"I might have... screamed something like that." Andy admits, grinning like an idiot before collapsing on top of the man. "You fucked my brain out so I'm not liable for what came out of my mouth. That was, a lot." He just lies there for a moment and catches his breath.

He slowly rolls over to the side and lies there for a second. "But hey, thank you. I needed that after the day I had." His shift was long and tedious, and someone spilled their drinks on him. He sits back up and starts looking for his shirts.

the fates had a funny way of making people cross paths; like children playing with their favorite toys, putting them wherever they liked or in strange situations without any regard to sense or logic. they certainly seemed to enjoy playing with caidence. why else, after all this time, would he find himself in some idyllic, quaint little town-- the same idyllic, quaint little town that rictor had set up shop in; and no, that wasn't a play on words. the man had quite literally set up shop here in alexandria.

at first caidence didn't believe the whispers he heard. their relationship, if you could even call it that, had always been complicated at best. there was a closeness between them that allowed for... heated exchanges and moments stolen away together. they even, on occasion, worked with each other and for each other but there was never a discussion of what that could possibly mean for them. caidence didn't need it to mean anything, but part of him still felt hurt that the man didn't even bother to call him and let him know he had a shop now. what, were the harpies stolen trinket's not good enough for him to sell?

waltzing into the man's shop, caidence half expected it to be someone else with the same name-- he wouldn't put it past the fates, they really did have a sick sense of humor-- but much to his surprise the voice that greeted him as the bell annoyingly announced his presence was all too familiar. it really was him.

following after it, caidence approached the man as he worked but there was no grand reintroduction between the two of them. in fact, as rictor looked up at him it seemed as if the man didn't even recognize him; though that easily could have been the fault of those ridiculous glasses he was wearing. "yes, ahem. good day sir," caidence spoke, purposefully lowering his voice to try and disguise himself as he spoke. "i set up an appointment with you about a week ago. richard swallower? i had an old family heirloom i was hoping you could appraise for me..."

@unveiledvagabonds; for caidence to drop by rictor's store with a gift.

rictor was at his desk in the shop, loupe attached to his glasses. the witch was currently working on restoring an antique, being extremely meticulous and delicate with the object. it was a miniature sculpture that was at least a couple hundred years old. brush in hand, he was dabbing a little bit of plaster on a thin crack to cover it up. rictor adjusted the desklight shining down on it to check if he'd missed a spot. it was then when he heard the shopkeeper's bell ring, signalling a potential customer. "give me a moment! i'll be right with you." he called out as he tilted the sculpture around to catch the light.

satisfied that the crack had been covered, the witch placed the brush down on the wooden table, which in and of itself was also an antique. "now what can i do you for?" he asked, looking up from his work; not realising he still had his loupe on, and as such failed to immediately recognise the man before him due to his magnified and distorted vision.

"you're in luck, then. this is hardly my favorite spot, though you are making the view here worthwhile." the gorgon shamelessly flirted behind a crooked, almost dangerous smile. "i feel it's safe to wager this isn't your favorite spot either, though. you look lost," eoghan explained plainly. "which, if that's the case, you're in a safe place to be. alexandria seems to be a haven for the lost." that was why he was here, after all.

"you could pray to me, if you'd like." eoghan mused, glint in his eyes, as he moved to take a seat next to the stranger. "i would actually listen whereas the so called gods would only comfort you with their infamous silence." he knew they existed-- the gods-- but as far as eoghan was concerned they were nothing more than glorified beasts like the rest of them; petulant, spoiled brats that only cared for themselves and their own whims than the people they were meant to protect; to lead. no. the gods were hardly worth the time or attention.

"well, i'd only listen because you're handsome so maybe i'm no better than they are but don't tell them i said that, if you do choose to pray. i'd prefer they still think i consider myself better." he teased.

"if you don't mind me asking-- how long has it been since you died?"

Leon would never claim to be one of the great thinkers of the modern world. His brain ran too fast to ever linger on a concept for longer than a few idle moments before the next distraction presented itself. Hell, he rarely even stayed put for longer than a few minutes before he was looking for the next source of amusement or entertainment, so the fact he'd been planted where he was for the better part of twenty minutes spoke volumes.

"Well you're hardly being a bother, was just worried I'd parked my ass in somebodies favourite spot." Or, y'know, those that defied death weren't too welcome on hallowed ground. Had he defied dea- He's pretty sure he saw a light at one point in the process and then his ass had been dragged back. The semantics of his new half-life were still beyond him, so he settled for old reliable.

"To who, exactly? You'd think dying would make you more inclined but now there's Pantheons of bullshit to wade through." Not that he was inclined to pray to anybody. Nah, he'd mostly just been looking for somewhere quiet to think without the endless external distractions. Internal... Much harder to avoid.

"it's not a disguise," he argued with furrowed brows and a dismissive shake of his head. "okay, well, technically i guess it is a disguise but that makes it sound like i was trying to purposefully hide who i am. this is me, but so is-- it's-- you know, the cat is just another part of me." he was doing a horrible job explaining himself. "either way, don't you think this is all a bit dramatic?"

right. it's not like thomas had broken into this man's garden, made a mess of his hard work and reaped the benefits of it for himself, left behind a miniature massacre of vegetation and fruits, and then attacked the man when cornered. though he was still going to argue that he wasn't trying to attack him, that was very clearly a nose boop and everyone loved those.

"oh my gods, dude, how do you not know what a boop is? everyone literally loves them. people go crazy when cute, fuzzy little animal's of any kind let them boop them on the nose-- wait." in that moment it hit thomas. this man was... something. he couldn't exactly smell it now that he'd reverted back to his human form, but when he was shifted into his tabby cat self he picked up hints of something supernatural but he just assumed that was because of where they were. it was all adding up now, though; not knowing what a cat was, not knowing what everything thomas had eaten was called, not liking or knowing about boops. this man wasn't human. he was something else. something more... removed.

"what are you, dude? that's, like, the second time you've made a reference to what human's do?"

"wait, hold on, what? eat me? did you just-- did you just say you were considering eating me? whoa..." thomas questioned, his attention span struggling to keep up; one minute he was looking at the man holding a shovel and a pair of shears and the next he was leaning back on the bench and swallowing his breath hard as the other crowded in front of him, cornering thomas on the bench.

"uh, hi... are we about to kiss right now?" he joked, weakly, in an attempt to diffuse the obvious tension between them. "okay, okay. no. you're right. i... i was in the wrong. i am in the wrong. assuming saying sorry isn't going to be enough here, what can i do to make it up to you?"

Holding a pair of garden shears in one hand and a shovel in another, Ed watches as the creature turns into a human. A subtle frown settles in. He doesn't remember those creatures being able to turn into humans... "I didn't know those furry things can disguise as humans or... talk." He says, still convinced that the furry creature is the true form. Tilting his head to the side, Ed just blurts out, "I am not mad. Humans hunt other animals."

Hunting something that looks like a human is probably not a good idea... so he lowers his tools. For now. "Not just eggplants. You also ate... whatsitcalled, the red berries." He just knows how to grow plants, not their names. "And I don't understand how that's cute or helpful. Or what boop is." Saying that flatly, he studies the now-look-like-human-creature. Maybe it is not a human after all. If it's a supernatural creature, than it's not food. He knows that much.

"We are talking." Ed points out. "I'm not going to kill you. That'd be too messy and you're too big for lunch." Deciding that, he puts down the shears and shovel. He then walks up to and corners the creature. "You still ruined my garden. Stole from me. My plants. And I don't like thieves. I used to punish thieves and debtors. So you are at my mercy."

ED SKREIN The Transporter Refueled (2015) | dir. Camille Delamarre