HYBRID

WHICH TRAGIC CHARACTER FROM ANCIENT GREEK LITERATURE ARE YOU?

CASSANDRA ― you are Cassandra from the trojan women by Euripides and Agamemnon by Aeschylus. People have tried to SILENCE you one too many times, but you are resilient. Your own dignity and agency have ALWAYS come first, but at a GREAT COST.  You know yourself and your inner strength, but that won't ever stop you from feeling completely alone in the world. Sometimes simply ENDURING the pain won't be enough, no matter how HARD you want it to be. Above all, you must never LOSE your unwavering hope in mankind, even as the world forsakes you. it is what keeps you human.

@eleutherxmania​ sent, “Do you know what a shower is?” // MONSTER MUSE EDITION SENTENCE STARTERS // ( FOREVER ACCEPTING. ) 

THE HYBRID DOESN’T HAVE ANY WORDS, AT LEAST NOT STRAIGHT AWY. HE WAS TO STUNNED BY HIS TEASING COMMENT TO FORM COHERENT SENTENCES  ―― SO  instead he continues to stare at Romeo from across the other side of the room as he rinses his blood stained hands under the tap. He had accidentally sliced his hands open while picking up broken pieces of pottery off the floor that had once been a beautiful crimson red vase decorated with cherry blossom ( before their black cat Phantom had knocked it off the table while jumping over it to get away from his miniature dachshund. ) They really NEEDED to get a dust pan and brush, just in case it happened again . 

There’s a glare hidden somewhere in his BAFFLED expression, followed quickly by a roll of his eyes that gives away his frustration, but also one full of love and utter adoration all the same.  He could NEVER be angry at Romeo for long as he loved him far to much, even if he did occasionally jest that he smelled awful. 

                                                            ▸ 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙  —   𝘈𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘙

Vigilant predator was fatigued of distant tactics; a game of cat and mouse was best suited as a game of feral cat and dog. . if the demon so cared for the distasteful Earthly analogy. Humans rolled dissolved into creamy white, and less than a blink later, body appeared within the confines of bedroom. Distant television chatter and human food reached senses, then ears perceived footfalls in the adjacent room. Polished dress shoes purposefully pressed against the floor with enough force to generate a creak; a single creeping taste of the figure that would pass through the doorframe shortly thereafter.

❝  If you were planning on sneaking up on me, I smelled you coming a mile away.  ❞    Dramatics kept the demon slightly amused, or, at the very least, not utterly consumed with the boredom of walking about Earth. Expression was entirely void of emotion as feet carried him slowly and methodically into the open, however a healthy distance was still maintained between their bodies. 

❝  Care to have a little fun with your soul ?  ❞

THE HYBRID HADN’T BEEN EXPECTING COMPANY TONIGHT ONCE HE STEPPED BACK INTO HIS TINY APARTMENT SITUATED ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF NEW ORLEANS. His children were out of town on a week long camping trip with their Grandfather, experiencing the thrill of seeing a pack of wild wolves out in the wilderness for the first time ―― and the rest of his family ( mainly his sister ) were working through the night down at the bar. He PUSHES the door open, takes a moment  to unclip his dogs lead ( he had decided to take the miniature dachshund for a walk around the city streets while the vegetable casserole he had made earlier on in the day was cooking on the stove ) and eyes only DETECT something wasn’t quite right with his surroundings when he stands outside his bedroom door. A door that was currently wide open.  He knows full well that he had closed it before he had left the apartment. Gaze lands on Alastair, who is STOOD  in the corner of the room ―― and staring right back at him from his cowardly position half way under the bed was Felix, his Siamese cat, even though his favorite television show, Tom and Jerry, was quietly playing in the background, on the wide screen TV, in the center of the room. It was something that usually calmed the cat down but then again there was a powerful, pure blooded demon crowding up his personal space. 

WHY DO PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU?

BECAUSE YOU MAKE THEM HAPPY ―  falling in love with you is as easy as breathing. You make everyone GRATEFUL to know you and loving you is a privilege. The only GREATER privilege is to be loved by you

WHAT KIND OF WEATHER ARE YOU?

BLIZZARD ― You treasure your loved ones ABOUT everything else, and would go to the ENDS of the earth for them. You’re a DREAMER with a big imagination, and put most of your energy into creative exploits. You have difficulty living in the present, and are frequently caught up in thoughts of how you WISH you did things differently. Your PAST doesn’t define you; focus on the people and things that you love, and you’ll be okay.

@xxxlovedandlostxxx​​ sent,  ‘something strange happened here.’ // SOFT ANGST SENTENCE STARTERS ( ACCEPTING )

THE ​BOTTLE OF NON-ALCOHOLIC WHISKEY HE HAS BEEN CLINGING ONTO SINCE HE FIRST STUMBLED UPON THE STRANGE MAGICAL SYMBOLS ( DESIGNED TO GIVE ANY demon unlucky to stumble upon it a bad case of vertigo ) painted on the floor with goats blood feels as though it may slip from his leather gloved grasp at any moment. The lip BARELY held onto as he hunches over to throw up the entire contents of his stomach over the side of the bridge. He is OBVIOUSLY weakened as he SETTLES  himself down on the rain soaked pavement covered in shards of broken glass, one shaky hand presses against his temple to try to ward of an oncoming migraine. A dizziness settles behind his crimson red eyes but he ignores it as he watches a stray black cat walk up to him, just to offer him a bit of much needed comfort. Perhaps, his sister Priscilla would take the stray in, that is if he or she hadn’t already chosen him as their new owner. He wasn’t sure his miniature dachshund would look to kindly on having another feline in the house. 

There’s a moment of long, drawn out silence ( save for the cat purring on his lap, whiskers tickling against his chin ) until he SENSES someone creeping up on him and then there’s a long, low, rumbling growl echoing from the back of his throat. His head SNAPS up, hands darting out in front of him to signal for him to keep his distance. 

His mouth opens for a moment ( revealing a mouthful of glistening fangs ) as if about to speak only to close again. There are a HUNDRED different thoughts and decisions whirling through his head at a million miles an hour as he tries to work out what to say to him without also giving away that he may know the artist who painted these glowing red symbols. His father. He didn’t have to say ANYTHING of course ―― his new acquaintance wouldn’t hold it against him ( or so he hopes ) but for some unknow reason he FINDS himself wanting to give him a honest explanation. 

@coivi​ sent, “I just wanted to help you.” // ANGST STARTER SENTENCES // ( ACCEPTING )

DESPITE HOW MUCH HE ACHES TO YELL AT CYRUS TO GO AWAY JUST SO HE CAN HAVE SOME MUCH NEEDED PERSONAL SPACE TO CONTEMPLATE ON WHENEVER HE SHOULD accept his kind offer of staying at his place for the rest of the night, his voice like always becomes a life line that HELPS him to steady himself. He swallows hard, taking much longer than necessarily to retrieve the pencil ( he had been using to doodle rainbows on the back of a old receipt he had found in his shirt pocket ) off the floor. He knows that he is deliberately killing time ―― trying to ELONGATE the moment as much as possible so he doesn’t have to turn back around to look him at him. ‘I just wanted to help you.’  His words are ENOUGH to confirm he hadn’t found the bits and pieces of his life story he had revealed to him disturbing. 

He finally lifts himself back up to look at Cyrus and his expression is full of gratitude but also confusion. Why would he offer a creature like him a bed for the night? Why wasn’t he running for the hills after hearing him CONFESS on how many hunters he had killed to avenge his son? They sit there; side by side staring at each other for a long time and then the hybrid makes a quiet sound, gives him a soft nod. “I know. It’s jus’ I find it difficult to know who to trust these days. I’m not used to people wanting to help me without there bein’ an alternative motive behind it. I’m sure ya know what I’m talkin’ about. Ya have heard nearly all my life story after all except the parts about my mother. I refuse to talk about her even if she has been dead for the past ten years.” There’s a new mixture of EMOTIONS residing within his eyes now and he finds himself wanting to burst into tears. Something that hasn’t happened in a very long time. He doesn’t understand it and he sure as hell didn’t like it.