#danny1

Cash had never really been good at remembering faces. He had always chalked it up to the years of drug abuse he did, making his memory shitty, shittier than it already was. But there was one face. One that had been haunting him in the afterlife, the one that had taken everything from him. The hybrid couldn't forget him even if he tried. Even through half a century of being dead, he could spot that damned face a miles away.

That memory was what had his head snapping towards the entrance of the Undercroft, eyes wide like a damned deer in headlights but truly underneath the frozen state, he was instantly seething with everything that haunted his afterlife. It seemed the murderer had noticed him too, their eyes locking, and he was being approached by the fucker. The sheer audacity he had enraged Cash even more.

"Don't take one step fuckin' closer," He warned, already standing, ready to protect himself, ready to kill the other slave for what he did. "You... you," His jaw was tensed, and his eyes were brimming with unwanted tears already. They both had collars, that was enough to tell Cash he hadn't been stalked to this place, though after what he had done, he wouldn't doubt it. "You should be fuckin' rotting in the deepest pit of hell. Why ain't you dead?" Cash didn't know, didn't realize that the spirit was where he had once been, trapped in the plane between life and moving past it.

Gabriel laughed in a coquettish way, tucking a loose strand of wavy dark hair behind his ears and taking a few steps closer to the handsome stranger. “What can I say? I’m just that good at reading people!” He exclaimed with a little bow, his black eyes with shiny blue irises lingering over the imposing figure of his new acquaintance. Even wearing heels, that new body was so much smaller than what he was used to. At least he still had his long horns to make him feel taller. He laid his hands on the man’s chest, caressing his strapped pecs and making his way towards his shoulder. “I’m impressed. You look even more feminine than I do. I have to love the confidence.” He teased in a low purr, tipping his head to the side. Not exactly true, since Gabriel was wearing a short, sequin, red cocktail dress and thigh-high black boots, but what could he say? He was the son of Lucien Gaudet, the mighty high drag bitch herself. He was never going to admit it, but he was having quite a bit of fun experimenting with that weird spell.

Briar's head flinched away when his hand reached out towards his hair, lifting his own to push his hair away and tuck it behind his ear. This dude, was creepy. He hadn't exactly anticipated a terrifying slave when he had arrived, and yet here he was, standing face to face with one. Danny stepped forward, Briar stepped back. Even when he realized the other wasn't going to let him make space he kept backing up till his back had hit a wall, muttering out a quiet shit under his breath.

His head started shaking before he even finished his first word, head trying to tilt away as he dragged his finger down his cheek. "Do you enjoy making people uncomfortable?" He questioned, growing flustered as his finger dragged down his throat and to his chest. "I haven't introduced myself to a lot of people, don't take it personally."

He swallowed thickly, letting out a slightly shaky breath as he lifted his gaze to the ceiling. "I'd appreciate not being toyed with, if you're going to say it just do it," He wanted the humiliation to be over, even the thought of that much lack of control over his body had his cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

@danny-fontaine

It had been a while. Too long, maybe, for two people who had been, and remained, as close as Danny and him. It’s not just the fact that she had been his longest lasting romantic relationship, ever, but that they had gone through so much together, good and bad. Still, they had shared dreams and now they were making them come true, slowly, step by step, but apart. He was busy at the NPASA, and ambitiously trying to finish a Ph.D, but that had been no excuse. Still, he didn’t want to impose, or maybe he just didn’t want to bother her, but having friends in common, sooner or later, she had to know he’d find out, that word would get to him, that he’d know the truth... and even if they hadn’t kept in touch as much as they used to, Caleb still cared for his friend.