𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 / hope.

THEY SAID HEAVEN was a place on earth — ian cassius wasn’t sure that was true. 

watermount was an easy place to slip into, he had found; he felt invisible, and unsurprisingly, it felt like a virtue. he had been in and out of different states, cities, counties, for the past two and a half years, but the idea of watermount made him feel less … alone. what does one do when they’re left to their own devices? drinking was an option - going out, maybe? spend copious amounts of money on things he didn’t need?

he wouldn’t tell anyone, but what he was looking for was soil. the sun was coming out, and with that came ian’s overwhelming desire to show off a green thumb that he wasn’t sure existed. being in a new town meant reinventing yourself, settling with your personality —

and there was demetrius. 

oh, demi — ian thought about him the way the moon thought about the sun, somehow always just missing him. things had ended … badly, but he hardly gave it a second thought, but he had lied. if he didn’t think about it, then it didn’t happen. right? if he didn’t say anything, he was the bad guy. right?

          “you can ignore this, but …” ian cleared his throat after he had taken the painstaking steps to approach the other, speaking up just enough. “where can i find soil?” @craftedhope·

let   it   be   known,   demetrius   was   never   a   vengeful   type   of   person.   despite   those   who   hurt   his   feelings.   that   was   what   his   sister   was   for,   if   he   was   honest.   but   his   love   life,   that   was   a   different   story   in   its   entirety.   he's   hauling   some   more   boxes   of   supplies   before   the   scent   of   someone   familiar   reaches   his   senses.   the   heretic   closes   his   eyes   in   brief   annoyance,   not   at   all   anticipating   this   interaction.   couldn't   ana   have   been   working   this   shift   ?

dropping   the   hefty   boxes   with   a   thud,   he   turns   around.   the   same   blue   eyes   that   haunt   him   to   this   day.   but   he   remains   passive,   tries   to   hide   the   pain   that   so   desperately   wanted   to   paint   his   features.   the   question   piques   interest,   curiosity.   but   he   only   sighs   in   defeat,   gesturing   for   the   man   to   follow.   of   all   the   shops,   he   had   to   come   to   his.   couldn't   he   have   gone   to   a   walmart   outside   of   town   ?   surely,   that   was   more   convenient   than   this   interaction.

𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐀𝐌  ,  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐄   was  all  gravy  in  his  book  .  yeah  ,  there  were  things  in  the  past  that  truly  grew  a  wedge  between  sam’s  father  &  uncle  -  but  that  had  nothing  to  do  with  him  .  after  all  ,  he  was  known  to  give  everyone  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  at  least  once  …  or  -  well  ,  twice  .  placing  the  breakfast  spread  down  on  the  table  ,  the  brunette  scooted  into  the  booth  —  ready  to  chow  down  .  with  a  full  mouth  of  pancakes  ,  he  shook  his  head  .  “  unc  ,  you  know  you’re  always  chill  in  my  books  right  ??  even  if  dad  you  know  …  is  inclined  to  disagree  .  “  

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐅𝐎𝐑   :   @craftedhope·  /   helios  roma  !

GOD,   did   the   kid   have   an   appetite.   he   can   hardly   remember   what   it's   like   to   want   to   devour   everything   in   sight.   his   nephew   was   going   to   place   a   hefty   hole   in   his   wallet.   still,   he   smiles   all   the   same,   bringing   the   cup   of   coffee   to   his   lips   gingerly.   he   gives   a   chuckle   at   sam's   words,   shaking   his   head.

demetrius   scrambled   to   gather   some   other   sample   of   flowers,   fingers   gently   grasping   the   bundles,   always   soft   with   his   plants.         ❛      but   we   have   plenty   of   carnations   and   chrysanthemums   !   both   equally   as   BEAUTIFUL   for   such   a   time.      ❜

it’s another slow night, and ASMODEUS has taken to brooding. often on her breaks, she broods quite well. she’s not allowed to cause too much trouble, lest she wreak havoc all across watermount. so, she broods.

she steps outside PANDEMONIUM, and she searches her purse that she’s brought for cigarettes. praise be to LUCIFER, she doesn’t have to worry about lighters much anymore. the cigarette between her lips seems to spark alive on its own.

she steps farther out onto the sidewalk and waits for a moment before she can sense someone approaching. whether or not they’re here for her is anyone’s guess, but she stops them still, turning to greet them.

❝ lovely weather we’re having, don’t you think? ❞ in truth, the weather was a bit damp. not the best weather, really. actually quite drab. then again, it was a sad little town in VERMONT. when was the weather any good. 

working   at   pandemonium   proved   to   be   a   difficult   feat   when   the   majority   of   its   patrons   and   workers   looked   down   on   you.   but   iris   would   simply   sneer   and   turn   the   other   direction.   she   may   have   been   a   half   -   breed   but   at   least,   she   knew   her   worth.   but   tonight,   the   malice   is   suffocating   enough   that   the   cambion   escapes   the   congested   air   of   the   club.

i.      *    &      𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒  𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐏𝐇  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀.      (    scriptures.    )

ii.      *    &      𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒  𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐏𝐇  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀.      (    study.    )

iii.      *    &      𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒  𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐏𝐇  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀.      (    countenance.    )

𝚒'𝚍  𝚋𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚢  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  ,  𝚖𝚢  𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍  ;   that  there  is  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒  '𝐋𝐈𝐎'  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀  ,  notorious  for  being  (  precipitous  )  and  (  truculent )  ,  but  there  are  times  when  he  can  be  (  dauntless  )  and  (  beguiling  )  .   i’ve  heard  that  he  could  pass  as  a  TOM  ELLIS  doppelganger  ,  but  i  don’t  see  it  .   the  (  thirty  eight  /  forty  )  year - old  cis  male  (  hybrid  )  has  been  in  town  for  (  two  months  )  and  they  are  a  (  pediatric  surgeon  at  watermount  hospital  )  affiliated  with  (  no  one  )  .   they  tend  to  spark  images  of  the  crowd  chanting  his  name  as  they  lift  him  in  high  spirits,    the  furious  blush  of  that  settles  on  the  cheeks  of  his  victims,  a  boisterous  laugh  that  fills  the  air,  neither  humorless  nor  humor  -  full  .

drop   a   ☎   to   peep   your   muse’s   contact   info   in   my   muse’s   phone.

NAME:   watermount’s   resident   sweetheart   🤩

RINGTONE:   that   cute   duck   quacking   sound   .

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:   i   think   i   killed   my   cactus

LAST TEXT SENT:   [   picture   message   ]

PICTURE:

drop   a   ☎   to   peep   your   muse’s   contact   info   in   my   muse’s   phone.

NAME:   lock   my   ears   🙄

RINGTONE:   that   horrible   default   alarm   sound   that   apple   assigns   .

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:   drinks   tonight   ?

LAST TEXT SENT:   ✔️   read   at   9:34PM.

PICTURE: