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indie multi-muse, mostly fandomless OCs and canon-divergent AU muses very AU friendly no smut written on blog muses written and loved by ‘B’ [age 40+]

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Tattoos

Top left: Nemesis, Goddess of Revenge and Retribution location: upper left back Nemesis is one of Cinda’s two patron goddesses and the one who helped her win free of her father. Top right: Nyx, Primordial Goddess of Night location: upper right back Nyx is the other of Cinda’s two patron goddesses. second row left: stylized owl location: upper left arm Cinda picked the owl to stand for her mother, in remembrance second row right: triple crescent moon location: inside of right wrist the triple crescent is in the colors of orange, red and yellow, the colors of fire.

third row left: wolf with butterfly wings location: upper left arm, under the stylized owl Cinda has always liked wolves and she picked the one with butterfly wings as a symbol of transformation from the lost girl her father abducted to the powerful witch she became.

Hael tries to get his workout in, but cut his time shorter than usual. He thought going to the hotel gym and getting on the treadmill would give him time to get his head back on straight, but all it got him was ten miles of thinking of nothing but his previous night with Stiles and what they could get up to tonight, even if it was their last night together. Hael had a habit of spoiling people he slept with, but he’d never invited someone back to stay with him a second night. It just wasn’t smart, not for who he was. Emotions were trouble, oftentimes, and he couldn’t afford to get attached to someone when - in all likelihood - they were only with him because of his name and his money. Funny enough, that had been the exact opposite situation with Stiles, and maybe that was why Hael couldn’t get the man out of his head. That and that searing kiss he’d given him before he left to gather his belongings from his other hotel room.

Once he’d reached his room again, stripping off this soaked shirt as he got to the door, he let himself inside and tossed the shirt automatically towards the bag of dirty clothes, before looking around the room and spotting Stiles taking up the dining room table with his laptop. He smiled and walked towards him, shaking his hair out so he wouldn’t drip on him when he walked up beside him to plant a kiss on the side of his neck. He smelled like Hael’s shampoo and body wash, and just the thought of him under the massaging spray in the shower had Hael chubbing up in his gym shorts. “Have you waited long?” he asked, standing off to the front of Stiles, behind one of the chairs, as to give him his privacy from whatever was on his laptop screen.

Stiles’ first thought was to close the laptop from habit. He wasn’t actually looking at anything incriminating, he just tended to react that way. But his second thought had nothing at all to do with his laptop and what he may have been looking at because his eyes had caught on Hael and he swore softly in his own head. Did this dude ever not look almost perfect? Even sweaty from a workout and wearing nothing but his gym shorts, Hael was the kind of hot Stiles didn’t usually rate. How they had ended up hooking up in the first place was beyond him and he planned to enjoy the rest of his time with the man, confusing thoughts about him or not. After he’d given Hael a slow once over the question clicked in his mind and his eyes drifted back up to his face. “Not a clue. I didn’t clock the time when I got back and I tend to lose track of it too easily. Didn’t feel long.”

She should have kept her mouth shut. John told her a long time ago that telling others what she was and what she was capable of would only make them more curious, and while she wasn’t… ashamed… it was a whole lot easier not explaining the reason her palms were always a little warmer than anyone else, ever. Ruby’s eye was caught on the ball of electricity rolling through Stiles fingers and she bit her bottom lip, chewing in the same spot she always did when she thought too hard. “So you know the kid in that Deadpool movie? The one with the fire thing?” She held her hand out to her side, shoulder height, and watched an open flame form in her palm. “Something like that, just with more control and… manipulation I guess.” The fire jumped from her palm to the floor and rolled towards him, then in a circle all around him on the floor before returning to her and leaping back to her hand. “Stuff like that, basically.”

     “It gets me not dead,” she pointed out in contrast to his statement, her eyebrow rising in a showy sort of way that went well with the smirk that tilted the corner of her lips. “You’re not terrible company, okay? You might be… a little awkward sometimes but I’m convinced that’s all angels. Castiel was the same way. Still is, as far as I know, but he’s not exactly on my Netflix and chill list.” She didn’t expect he’d know what she meant by that so at least she could get away with it. “All I’m sayin’ is I find it a little… different that you’d want to hang with a hellspawn. I told someone a long time ago, I’m not like all the others. I’m not… totally evil, or whatever. So I guess you got the lucky and made friends with the least asshole-ish demon. Congratulations.”