#danisavin

“Bellamy Barnes has got fantastic taste in clothes. Cassie Germaine knows precisely who she is, and what she likes, and dresses very smartly and elegantly to reflect that. And so does Dani Savin.” 

“Perl Turing, of course - love her style or hate it, it’s very uniquely her; Teddy Aynesworth knows how to dress himself and has a rather distinct aesthetic sensibility... 

...and that’s the best I can do off the top of my head, really.” 

[ TEXT ]: Hey, sorry we didn’t catch up again after my date. [ TEXT ]: I heard one of your students say you had today off though, I do too. [ TEXT ]: Any chance you’d feel like helping me paint some walls?

OOC: I’m gonna copy @rydenbolt and do this OOC because Ephram’s not very articulate about emotional stuff  XD

Bellamy: They’re not as close as they used to be – it would be impossible, at this point, after what they’ve both been through with Anaxis. But Ephram still adores Bellamy dearly, and even though they’re not on the same mental wavelength as much, he treasures her friendship as much as he ever has. Bellamy’s always been, for him, a gateway to a world that’s entirely unlike anything he’s known (which has its good and its bad points)

Cassie: Again, they’ve grown apart as each of them started families, but Ephram will never lose his affection for Cassie. He actually considered trying to ask her to date him when they lived together, but was too unsure of himself back then and talked himself out of it by thinking he was way beneath her. Cassie’s a strange mix of comforting and distant, which is like catnip for Ephram.

Dani: He puts a considerable amount of stock in Dani’s forensic abilities and enjoys watching them work. Good work relationships mean a lot to Ephram, so even though they’re not drinking buddies or anything, Ephram really likes Dani on their work merits.

Danny: Another work compatriot. Plus, Danny is a fairy friend for Freddie – which Ephram is pleased about – and he has Steve, who’s incredible, and he’s just a nice bloke on his own merits. 

Elena: How could he not like Elena? Even if they hadn’t slept together and immensely enjoyed it, Ephram is charmed by her free-and-easy nature and the fact that it’s not a one-note thing – she’s got plenty of character under there.

Faye: Despite everything, Ephram will always always love Faye. He’s unflaggingly loyal to family like that, where even when you’re not getting along you still love each other. He worries that Faye doesn’t feel the same, though, and she’ll one day get sick of his emotional neediness when it comes to her providing him comfort and approval. He tends to get somewhat jealous of anybody who gets the lion’s share of her attention.

Freddie: The light of his life, the miracle. It’s not even exaggeration because it was Freddie’s fairy dust that kept him alive, and the closeness and support they give each other is like nothing either of them has had before. For two individuals with such disparate backgrounds to find themselves as emotionally enmeshed as Freddie and Ephram are, it’s always a wondrous thing, and Ephram feels that way all the time. And doesn’t hesitate to let Freddie know, verbally or physically. Freddie, more than anybody, has helped Ephram to come to grips with (some of) his past and understand that he’s a worthwhile human being.

Maya: This is still a little tenuous, because while Ephram likes Maya and wouldn’t mind having her as a pseudo-niece, he’s not sure that Maya likes him at all.

Ollie: Won’t spend too much time on this one, but suffice it to say that Ephram loves Ollie. There’s really no other option.

(( 3: Firm Kiss it is then! ))

“Where are ya goin’?” 

Dani, or rather, Mori as he knew them then, glanced at the young man in the room, perched on their sofa with a joystick in his hand. He was in a very casual state of undress, shirtless and in briefs, now a comfortably settled addition to their apartment in this particular, notorious part of London. He knew all the key codes and locks and had the keys, the only thug they trusted them with. He wouldn’t break away with the expensive game set he was currently using and he definitely wouldn’t take from a stash of money they kept under lockup in a safe behind the minibar. He would take from the minibar though, but that was fine. 

He paused the game of Mortal Combat he’d been so focused on for an hour now, dark gray eyes watching them put a leather jacket on. They were a perfect match, appearance-wise, copy-paste versions of themselves except one was petite and more deceptively feminine and the other tall and broad-shouldered. They both drove fast vehicles and dressed in black leather, had a penchant for trouble and a need for danger. They knew him well just by knowing themselves. And they knew that curious expression too. He was about to ask questions - ones they very much minded answering. 

“Out, obviously. For work.” Sparse with any further info than that, Mori searched for their car keys, having not found them yet at three out of five most likely placed they’d leave them at. 

He was staring at them and they could see the exact expression his face was adopting without actually looking at him. He wasn’t a dumb bloke. He noticed things. How they would disappear sometimes for days on end and not even return messages or calls. How sometimes they returned covered in bruises. How well they were off despite not having an official job. The hushed conversations on their cell phone, going into another room and closing the door whenever it rang. An occasional knife in their wardrobe, the gun in their nightstand drawer. 

Mori knew he didn’t mind all those things. All he wanted to do was help however he could. If they told him that they were a trained assassin getting ready to off the Queen, he probably wouldn’t blink twice. He’d probably just calmly tell them that this was a stupid profession likely to get them killed. And that would be the end of it. Still, Mori wasn’t sure why he sometimes looked like he really wanted to know more. That part of him was unreadable. Was he worried about their safety? His own? Was it bothering him that they kept some secrets even he wasn’t entitled to know? Was he curious? Was he in love and afraid for them?

Whatever it was, it was beyond Mori. All they could do was sigh quietly as he kept on staring. “What?” Impatient, they tapped their foot against the floor, hands on hips.

“Nothin’.” He responded, tossing the joystick away and standing up to stretch his arms over his head. Something in those broad, inked shoulders cracked as he reached for the ceiling. Mori started biting their bottom lip, looking at the floor, thinking up another lie, another defensive ‘what do you care’. Another nonchalant shrug accompanied with reassuring words that ‘it’s no biggie, it’s just work’. Another joke about them secretly being a superhero, off to save the world. Or a supervillain off to destroy it. 

And while they thought about it, he’d reached them, cupping their cheeks and making them look up. “Babe.”

Oh no. Here it is. The ‘I can’t do this no more’. The ‘it’s not fair’. The ‘what the fuck is going on’. They couldn’t deal with it. Not now. Not ever.

“Whatever it is, keep yerself safe.”

This surprised them. For all his hotheadedness, all his impatience and dumb reckless behavior, he still managed to surprise them with a wise sage moment, with patience and understanding Mori rarely found in others. How nice it was to imagine it was out of love. How nice to think that he’d curb his temper only for them. But they never really discussed love, least if there was some between them. It was easier that way. Mori could continue with their secrets and Ryden could still be a reckless mess with no obligations towards anyone. 

Mori opened their mouth to retort something, something witty and dismissing but he shut them up with a kiss so firm it hurt their lips and the teeth behind them. They were red when he pulled back, blood pulsing through them as if they were smacked right over their mouth.

“Be safe.” He repeated and although he delivered a playful spank to Mori’s butt as he passed them by to go to the kitchen, they could still feel the heaviness of the words behind them and the weight of someone caring, someone waiting for them to come back home. Someone who would stay up at night and check their phone constantly. For the first time, Mori didn’t feel like leaving the apartment. They wanted to stay and never be done with it, never do it again. But it was not something they could just walk away from. Glancing away and staring at nothing in particular, their car keys finally came into view. So there the fuckers were all along. 

They rubbed a hand over their face, just standing there for a moment, listening to the sound of the tap running in the kitchen. They finally moved, grabbing the keys and walking out the door, just missing Ryden leaning against the kitchen wall, watching the front door click closed. 

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“I’m just saying it’d be a waste of such a good song.”

Dani shook their head, resting their hands on their hip and laughed quietly. “You’re clearly drunk,” they said, smiling fondly at Tuah’s outstretched hand, asking them for a dance. “Come on. That’s enough of fairy wine for you.”

“Just tipsy,” Tuah countered, raising his glass above his head and taking a few steps back so his drink was out of reach, “and it’s not fairy wine, it’s witch blood. Less effect. Sort of.” He finished his drink in one go and placed the glass on the table, grinning triumphantly at Dani before reaching for the bottle to pour him another drink. “Your father has great taste, and it’ll be a waste to simply store it away.”

They heaved a sigh and slung their hands in front of their chest, tilting their head as they watched Tuah quietly. “Alright, I’ll bite. What’s the occasion, then? And why are you getting drunk - tipsy - getting tipsy alone?” A pause as Dani scrutinised their friend. “Something happened?”

The glass hovered in front of Tuah’s lips for a moment before he finished a drink, but it was long enough for Dani to pick up that something was amiss. Concern now filling their heart, and they closed the distance between them. “Tuah,” Dani quietly called out to him, their hand reaching out and rested on his arm, “what happened.”

Tuah let out a laugh, hollowed and broken, and it raised alarms in their head. He glanced towards them, the smile that painted on his lips seemed out of place somehow. He opened his mouth, but there were no words coming out. He looked away, furrowing his brows tightly together. Dani waited until Tuah was ready, imagining the cogs turning in Tuah’s mind.

“I’m a mess, aren’t I?” the question was not directed towards them, so Dani didn’t answer. “But I promise I’m alright. Or, I will be alright. Not right now, though. Right now, I’d very much like to have a dance with you.”

“Tuah - ”

“Oh come on. Just this once? I didn’t get to dance with you at your wedding, you know, and it pisses me off until now.” He knew he had no right to complain, but he didn’t care. “Please? I’m your adopted father. You adopted me. Or was it Fane?” He paused, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brows. “Maybe I adopt myself. Wait, that doesn’t make sense, does it?”

Dani heaved a sigh, a smile on their lips. How could they say no to the old vampire? He was like a father to them as much as Fane was. “Yeah, sure,” they relented, “but only one dance.”

“Promise.” Tuah raised his hand in a mock salute before offering it to Dani. “Now, may I have this dance with you?” Tuah flashed a cheeky smile at them, to which Dani rolled their eyes and took his hand anyway. 

It wasn’t even a dance, they simply swayed side to side in the middle of the living room, the song slowly faded into the background and change to another track, and still the continued to sway gently to the music. “Thank you,” Tuah spoke quietly, as if afraid to break the spell, “for allowing me this.”

“Fathers deserve to dance with their daughters every once in awhile,” Dani smiled as they looked up at him, before it wavered when they remembered Tuah’s expression earlier. “I don’t know what’s happened to you, but I’m here for you.”

“I know,” Tuah nodded his head, visibly taking a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s just uhm, old memories are resurfacing more often than I can suppress them.” Tuah was never one to talk about his past, and they had never pushed him either, not wanting for him to relive the pain of his past. “I was taken away when it was summer, so... the days haven’t been kind to me lately.” A pause, then Tuah continued, “I had Iann to comfort me before, but -” Another hallowed laugh, “well I can’t exactly ask for his help about this, can I.”

They stopped, and Tuah was casting his gaze on his boots rather than looking at Dani. “Sorry, didn’t mean to sour the mood.” They could see he was retreating back, having spent enough time with the old vampire to know when it was about to happen. So Dani did what a good friend would do.

They reached out for Tuah, hands cupping on either side of his face. He was still given a way out, though they had a feeling that he wouldn’t. When Dani felt no resistance they pulled him down and pressed their lips onto his forehead, their thumb wiping away the brimming tears from his eyes. “You didn’t spoil anything, Tuah. I told you that I’m here for you, didn’t I?” They pressed their lips onto his forehead again, and Dani felt him leaning into their touch.

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17. Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?

No. Nathaniel views religion as something that someone believes in when they want to use ‘God’s words’ to shame others who are different than them. This is due to his own experience with religion, or religious people in the past.

27. If your muse was given the opportunity to go skydiving, would they?

If the skydiving results in him getting to the runway faster or part of the fashion show he’s attending, then the answer is yes.

37. Did your muse ever own a Tamagotchi?

Nathaniel will not admit this to anyone, but he does have one, and still plays it until today.