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Mythical creatures

+ original demon character - loosely based in the supernatural universe + mildly selective & very friendly!! + open to literally anything - seriously, anything. don’t believe me? just ask. + multiverse & flexible + fc: claire holt ( + a few others, but that’s rare tbh )

“Red, please,” Giovanna said with a smile, flicking a hand over the folds of her skirt, settling them against her legs. “A Cabernet, if you have it.” She ran pale blue eyes over the room, taking note of the few other occupants in the bar. The whole town felt tense, and the people in this room were no exceptions. She could feel the hair standing up on the back of her neck, an uneasy sensation creeping across her skin.

“Is it always so… tense in here?” she asked, still not entirely sure what had happened shortly before she’d moved in. She had gently probed a bit to see what was making everybody so angsty, but had yet to receive a real answer from anybody.

Tense probably isn’t the word Theo would use. It was mourning in the highest form. It was community wide. She turned and made up the woman’s drink, not answering the question until she turned to face her. 

He grinned as she got comfortable on the couch and watched as she lay still for just a moment with her eyes closed. He wished that he were telepathic, and that he could send this image to a sculptor. Everything she did was graceful and perfect, and the way she looked when she was still deserved to be immortalized in the finest marble or in the masterpieces of world renown painters. He was always reminded of the Victorian era classical paintings of sirens and goddesses whenever she was around and it stunned him to have her so casually sprawled on the couch of his basement.

At her request, he removed his jacket and hung it on the coat rack near the door and then walked over to the couch. He only hesitated for a moment before he sat down and got comfortable beside her, wondering if he was allowed to embrace her or if that was too much too soon. He wanted to, though, even just to feel her warmth and know that she was as safe as he could possibly make her for the time being.

Her question brought him out of his thoughts and he took a deep breath, once again running his hand through his hair. It was a nervous habit, and explaining what he had seen that night made his anxiety go through the roof. But if she wanted to know, there was no point in hiding it from her; she as an adult.

“I…heard screaming. A lot of screaming. And when I went to check it out, I found a bunch of bodies. Mostly witches. Children, men, women. Whoever was doing the killing didn’t seem to care. It looked like they had all been slashed or stabbed with a knife or something, but I don’t know how they couldn’t have fended off someone attacking them – they had magic. When I tried to revive some of them, nothing happened. It was like there was some sort of barrier around their bodies preventing me from doing it. It didn’t work with anyone and it was terrifying.”

He stopped and took another deep, shaky breath, calming himself down. Death normally didn’t bother him, but on such a scale as he witnessed that evening and being unable to save the dead on top of it, he was still reeling from the horror. “I didn’t know what to do. And when I looked at all the bodies, I was scared that you would walk out of your house and run into whoever was out there killing people. That’s why I broke your door down. I couldn’t risk anything happening to you without doing everything I could to protect you.”

What exactly happened? The thought ran through her mind over and over again. All she could do for a few minutes was stare at Jackson’s hand gripping hers, and never wanting him to let go. It was keeping her focused on reality and the fact that he came and made sure she was all right, that she was safe. Still keeping her hand locked tightly around his and scooted closer to him. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and looked him deeply in the eyes. 

“Now I really don’t know how to properly thank you for saving me,” she muttered. She began to rub little circles on the back of his hand with her thumb. Concern had enveloped her though; what was so strong that it was able to kill everyone plus trap their souls? Jackson was clearly shaken by that aspect, too. 

"Please don’t worry about me right now,” she stated. “My bath and door... those are nothing.” She was still trying to process that some form of magic easily wiped out over a dozen people. The town was small enough, and now it took another hit like this. 

The fact that he wasn’t able to tap into his powers and even communicate with the dead was worrisome. “It sounds like their souls were just ripped away,” she said. She scrunched her eyebrows. “What could do something like that?” She wondered out loud, leaning back into the couch and getting lost in her thoughts. She’d never seen anything like that, or even knew what could possess that sort of power. 

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Gio had spent the day overseeing the men renovating her house, moving in her furniture and belongings. And to make everything worse, somebody hadn’t made sure to store her blood bags properly and they were all spoiled. Of course, she didn’t have a feeder yet, so that made things all the worse.

Well, she could imagine it. She just didn’t want to. Instead of harping on old feelings and loss, Theo tossed herself into work. She took extra steps to make sure people were taken care of in the best way. So when the woman sat across from her at the bar, part of Theo wanted to give the woman a once over. She opted out and just turned to the mini fridge and grabbing a blood bag. She set it and a glass in front of the woman. 

“Blame that on HGTV,” he muttered. Before coming to Nightmare, he was an avid fan of home improvement and decorating shows, and once even aspired to become an interior decorator. He could hardly believe that his life had come to living in a hidden town in the mountains and selling vegetables under the name of Rasputin. But whenever he looked at Theo… He couldn’t help but feel like he was somehow meant to live the strange life he did in order to find her.

As she hugged him, he felt all of his nervousness and fear leave his body, replaced by butterflies in his stomach and a warmth in his heart. He held her tight, thankful that she had been at home rather than out doing anything else when the killing had happened. “Don’t mention it. I couldn’t live with myself if I hid away and left you behind.”

He let her go when she pulled away and watched carefully as she wandered again, but then remembered that they needed to go downstairs. He walked over to the bookcase and glanced at Theo, wondering how she would react to his basement entrance as he reached for the pedestal with a small sculpted tombstone resting upon it. He lifted the stone and replaced it as the adjacent shelf opened like a door. “After you?”

His basement was as nicely decorated as the rest of his home, except smaller and not as lived in. The main area had a comfortable living room and dining area and behind a half wall was a small kitchen. There were five doors in the space; a plain white one led to a bathroom, and the pale yellow led a bedroom. The other three were made of solid oak and were rounded at the tops with intricately designed black hinges. These specially made doors led to what Jackson referred to as “storage areas,” but each of them were locked and he kept the keys on him at all times.

The upstairs was amazing, but the basement was a whole different story. She honestly would have never thought that the house had a basement, especially one of this size. Theo instantly went to the couch and fell onto it, letting the comfort embrace her entirely. She closed her eyes and imagined she was on a cloud. A small grin was plastered on her face. This was still a leisure night, she told herself. She was still relaxing. This was going to be a good night, even if she had to make it be a good night.

With only opening one eye, she looked to find him. His face brought her comfort. This was good. Closing her eyes again, she turned over onto her stomach and patted the spot closest to her. “Come on. If we have to bunker down we might as well get even more comfortable.” With some apprehension, she pushed herself into a sitting position. Her thick hair was beginning to fall out of its messy bun. She retied it into a ponytail. 

Part of her wanted to think about the night they were about to have in full, cominig up with different scenarios and conversations. The other part of her kept saying to just roll with it and let things fall into place. Either way, she was looking forward to staring into his eyes all night and learning more, and finding solace in having each other as company in such an urgent time.