Safineia

Alador is a monster fucker

And then there was Darius. As arrogant and smug as ever, and still wielding the same sharp remarks. But they had been amicable, thrust into their old companionship through the bond their children and wards had formed. He had seen the way the other man had taken that boy Hunter under his wing. A couple of months ago Amity had shared some of the details of the horrifying things the kid had been through. He needs all the softness in the world, he had thought at that time. And Darius had given that to him without hesitation.

It's early morning. the sun has barely risen, its golden blanket resting atop of the waters. The sea is calm, almost as if the wind carrying the waves has not quite yet awoken.

Imagine Darius being a health nut and just a tad bit vain. Waking up at 5 each morning (”this hair doesn't fix itself, now does it?”), drinking green smoothies and getting at least 30 minutes of exercise daily. At the end of the day, he spends the same amount of time in front of the mirror, exfoliating and doing his 20-step skincare routine without exception. Everything Darius does is for his career; he has to act the part as coven head, as well as look the part.