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" didn't know was gonna have an audience for a late night swim , " came his response . after he had pulled himself up onto the embankment of the waterway and took the towel from the tree branch to dry off his frame . . . not ashamed of his lack of social decency . " but , my eyes are up here , sha . ain't gonna get much talkin' done looking down . "

A night off meant a night out. Michael wasn't the biggest fan of just sitting home and doing nothing. Especially when he could manage to make a little cash on the side by just having fun.

Large black iridescent wings were kept in the stiffest position he could manage. The base of his wings hidden by a black leather harness. To the untrained eye, his wings would look like a costume. It helped he paired the harness with tight black lace up leather shorts, calf high boots, and glitter shimmer dusting his face. His naturally black talons appeared as painted finger nails.

He danced his way down the street, letting anyone join in on the fun as they pleased. Hell, he encouraged it.

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@lycanstark: I cannot say enough how MUCH I love Logan. Nikko has done so much work to make Logan not only unique but he feels like a real person. Lore wise Logan feels like he belongs in the canon. That's to say nothing of how well Nikko does at creating a character who genuinely stands out among the crowd as even though Logan has SOME traits of his dad, he still feels recognizable on his own and to me that gives him so much more life & brevity. I also really enjoy Nikko's interpretation of werewolf lore in respect to Logan and it makes him and his world feel so complete <3

@iviaw: Another fave of mine, Vox had done such an incredible job not only subverting expectation with their lore regarding New Orleans as well as the creatures that live there! There is also the lore surrounding the rougarou as well, ever since following this blog I've been thriving off Vox's lore alone, and then of course there's Lincoln and his ties to not only a real historical based figure but how WELL he's fleshed out. Linc's personality and the way goes about the world and the characters around him make him and his entire lore feel all the more and I love him for it.

He's so, so curious. It's only in the more recent of years he's been known to question orders and never take anything blindly. It's going to get him in a whole lot of trouble but there was no price that could be paid for staining his hands with innocent blood. Something about that didn't quite sit well with Angel. Not when his particular person in question looks so damn normal. After days of investigating and watching Angel doesn't think he's looking for any trouble, especially not some those who'd pay Angel for a hit; uncertain what the guy must have did to get on their radar to begin with. They're nasty people and Angel has no disillusionment about that. Angel's sliding into the diner's chair, far as home as he possibly could be, in this unknown city in front of a person he's supposed to take out. Yeah, he's definitely going to get fired after this one. / @iviaw

             lincoln  closed  his  eyes.  she  had  no  idea  how  dangerous  the  underside  would  be  for  her.  he  was  apart  of  that  world  and  it  had  nearly  killed  him  countless  times.  he  had  been  prepared  to  break  her  heart  when  he  arrived.  a  decision  he  hadn’t  taken  lightly  for  the  amount  of  time  they’d  known  each  other.  but  she  had  surprised  him.  she  always  was  able  to  surprise  him.  she  may  not  understand  his  world  but  natasha  understood  the  danger.  a  human  would  always  be  in  danger  with  someone  like  him.  if  the  intense  nights  of  a  full  moon  wouldn’t  be  the  reason  she’d  be  put  in  danger  then  it  would  have  been  the  way  his  world  was  governed.  each  little  thing  lincoln  did  wrong  could  easily  backfire  on  her.  he’d  seen  it  before.  past  lovers  who  he’d  been  so  drawn  to  being  hurt  because  of  the  choice  he  made.  

                    when  he  had  opened  his  eyes  again,  he  was  looking  at  her.  his  hand  raised  absent-mindedly  to  run  his  fingertips  against  her  face  to  tuck  a  strain  of  red  hair  behind  her  ear.  he  didn’t  want  her  to  get  hurt,  and  he  wouldn’t  insult  her  by  saying  she  couldn’t  handle  herself.  even  against  those  in  the  underside,  she  could  be  resourceful.  but,  as  he  rested  his  hand  against  her  throat  and  traced  the  soft  curve  of  it  with  his  thumb,  he  released  just  how  fragile  she  could  be  in  his  hands.  how  much  he  was  holding  back  with  just  his  thumb.  he  could  turn  her.  one  bite  to  his  wrist  and  his  blood  in  her  mouth  and  she’d  be  as  strong  as  him.  it  was  something  he  wanted  but  knew  this  life  would  never  be  something  she  could  conform  to  easily.

               the  thought  died  as  it  always  did.  a  few  seconds  on  the  mind  and  then  it  had  faded.  instead  he  stepped  closer  and  kept  his  gaze  on  her  own  eyes,  leaning  in  to  softly  kiss  her  lips  and  taste  her  on  his  own.  a  slow  and  innocent  kiss  that  broke  in  a  few  short  seconds.  he  pulled  away  and  sighed.     ❛     i’d  blame  myself,  mon cœur.     ❜

 NATASHA  KNEW  SOMETHING  WAS  GOING  ON  with  Lincoln.  he  had  to  leave,  he  needed  some  time  for  himself  to  figure  out  what  he  wanted.  she  didn’t  want  him  to  leave,  she  wanted  to  go  with  him,  wanted  to  be  the  anchor  to  keep  him  down  when  he  needed  it,  the  shoulder  to  lean  on.  SHE  KNEW  SHE  COULD  HANDLE  HIM,  she  knew  he  wouldn’t  hurt  her,  but  he  wasn’t  quiet  convinced  about  his  own  powers  yet,  he  still  thinks  that  he  might  hurt  her.  

 FEELING  HIS  GENTLE  TOUCH  ON  HER  THROAT,  one  thought  ran  through  her  mind.  HE  COULD  KILL  HER.  one  easy  movement   &   he  was  done  with  her.  but  he  didn’t,  he  never  hurt  her  before  so  why  would  he  do  now  ?  she  trusted  him,  that  was  already  a  big  step  for  the  widow.  she  needed  so  much  time  to  trust  someone,  but  she  knew  she  could  trust  him,  she  hopes  he  knows  how  she  feels.   

 LOOKING  INTO  HIS  EYES  she  still  saw  the  doubts   &   sorrow  in  them,  her  hand  reaching  up  to gently  lay  it  against  his  cheek.  emerald  eyes  looking  into  his  eyes  when  he  stepped  closer,  her  hands  holding  his  face  when  she  kissed  him  back,  he  ended  the  kiss  way  too  early  for  her  liking,  his  voice  making  her  throat  tighten            ❛   don’t  do  it,  Linc.  don’t  blame  yourself.  you  have  to  do  that.  just  let  me  come  with  you  .  .  ❜            she  whispered  looking  into  his  eyes.  he  couldn’t  carry  that  burden  all  alone,  she  knew  she  was  able  to  take  some  of  the  weight.