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“I know that feelin’,” Jett answered, “all too well.” It felt like it had been eons since he’d last spoken to his immediate family, let alone lived with them. Not that he wanted them back. He’d given up on his parents because he knew full well that they didn’t give a damn about him. His mother would sooner beat his ass than let him come back, and his father would likely be too drunk and lethargic to even get up and open the door. Something told him that this man’s situation was a bit different, however. Something in the way he carried himself.

“Well, if you can’t go home, then you’re more than welcome here,” he declared with a soft smile, gesturing to the cabin behind him. It was somewhat small, despite being two stories, and rather rustic, fitting in well with the forest scenery. An old Chevy truck sat in the gravel driveway, faded blue paint spotted with rust. A fire pit and woodpile were positioned a few yards away from the house, with two large logs positioned on either side to act as benches for whenever Jett felt the urge to roast marshmallows. Overall, a pretty cozy place, tucked away on the outskirts of town, the Blue Ridge Mountains serving as the perfect backdrop. “Do you want somethin’ to drink, or maybe a hot meal? I was just about to whip somethin’ up, and I wouldn’t mind havin’ a guest, unexpected as you are. Why don’t you come on in and take a load off? Rest them weary bones for a minute?”

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“No, I imagine they will not make the same mistake twice. Do you suppose you are invulnerable to being hanged? What say you of quartering or disembowelment? When they rend your head from your shoulders, how long will your abilities keep you functional, do you think?"

Sebastian finds that English executions are as such in title only; death is a mercy, but torture is necessity. To pass swiftly is a coveted miracle.

The role of hellish negotiator is a familiar one. He slips into it like a crisp white shirt.

Getting rid of his old roommate had been a blessing for Raven. The guy was blabbering all the time and he was a herbs and Potions enthusiasts, exactly the subjects Raven found the least interesting in Hogwarts.

Dacian had specifically asked to share the room with him. There was something about his past Raven didn't quite know yet but that had granted him his request immediately. Dacian trusted him far too much, after all Raven just happened to be there when he was found. Or maybe it was the fact that he had secrets too and Dacian guessed that as well.

That night, as many others, Raven was laying in bed, eyes wide open. His double nature kicked in unpredictably, making him very awake or very sleepy in different moments of day and night. That night the Vampire side was the dominant one, and he been listening to the tickling clock for the last hours.

The footsteps came unexpected. He had heard Dacian tossing and turning in the lower bed, but he didn't expect him to come upstairs at all. Raven could perfectly see in the dark and the look on the Other's face appeared immediately not very reassuring.

Dacian said nothing, just crawled under the covers beside him. Raven froze a little, he wasn't used at all to have a warm body so close to him, leave alone in his bed at night.

"Oh come on, why?" Raven was biting his lower lip in intense expectation, his arm extended in front of him to keep Dacian stuck on the wall, a couple of meters from the ground, without touching him at all.

It was against every single one of Raven's rules to show any use of his magic unless it was strictly necessary, but that didn't apply to Dacian. The young man was a Sorcerer too, an old Raven's acquaintance, and the Dhampir was aiming for a grand reunion. Shame the Other didn't seem to remember him at all. Raven hated not to leave a trace in people, should it be a great fucking session or an unnecessary Crimson Kiss. However, none of those had happened with Dacian - yet.

Raven let him drop on the ground as soon as he understood the Other was freaking out. Not what he was expecting.

Sebastian does not consider himself an empathetic person. He still does not, but he supposes he can comprehend Dacian's reluctance to sleep. Sebastian cannot find slumber easily himself.

are you sebsatian's type?

@elementalxfury asked: 4 bingos

"my my master, seems like you can't seem to count. that's 5 bingos."

Children of the Night | @elementalxfury

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"...We will fight, Dacian. We will do what we have always done when faced with hardship - we will persist. We will try our best to survive. To beat the odds. Courage is fighting your hardest even when your end is staring you down, looking you right in the eyes." Odin's words were slow and thoughtful; they sounded like he had been preparing his answer to this question for years.

"Fate is not something you can plan for. Not in my opinion, if it matters anything. The best we can do is prepare for the worst, come what may. If we must die, so we must die. If we live again... we live again, and celebrate it. There is an end to everything, sooner or later, and there is an end to us as well. But do not be sad about it." There was calmness on his face as he spoke.