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Spotting the bartender tiredly serving food, Alex settled himself at the nearly deserted bar, waiting for the man to notice him. When Desmond finally looked over, Alex gave his best friendly smile (lips closed, no sign of teeth). "Hey. Remember me?"

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Oberon was filthy. His body was covered in dirt, sweat, and blood, his eyes heavy and glazed. He and his soldiers had dragged himself off of the battlefield and into their encampment in the woods. They’d won today’s fight, but it hardly felt like it. 

Oberon ducked into his tent, tossing his helmet aside and fumbling with the straps of his armor. His fingers were stiff and trembling, and he eventually gave up, sitting on the furs that covered the floor with a noisy clang. 

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Desmond grinned against the hellhound’s soft lips, relaxing easily into the kiss and wrapping his arms around Remus’ waist, tugging him closer. He parted his lips, letting the other explore and taste, always happy to get affection from his “puppy”. “Hey baby….missed you~”

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In normal conditions, Dionisus would certainly have woken up when he was moved from his spot, however, the day had been long and he was tired -- no, not only tired: stressed -- thus, he didn’t wake up at all, even when brought to the second floor of the building and placed over the couch. Perhaps he would remain like this, but his brain wasn’t completely gone yet and it worked on the worst of ways to warn about the taste of something sweet over his lips.

“Y’know... if you want to kiss me, you can only ask or do it properly. I am no sleeping beauty.” He commented softly when recognizing the taste of cookies and booze. “I don’t bite... Not that much.”

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Adam and Desmond:

Jack and Desmond:

Chris and Desmond:

"Oh...I....I'll try and get better. I probably shouldn't have even gone into that Auction huh? Just....'s stupid but I...I wanted a friend. I'm gonna go shopping for some cake ingredients, d-dont wait up.."

In all reality, Owen was only here because his wife -- once the love of his life, now faded to the proverbial thorn in his side -- had dragged him here. She wanted to mingle, to be seen flaunting their wealth in her newly-acquired jewels and attire and his stately new car. All Owen wanted was to get back home and go back to avoiding her at all costs. The arrangement had been mutually beneficial, he'd put a baby in her every once in a while and she'd get to bask in the wealth he'd acquired without asking how he came by it. But she was the literal antithesis of a good mother, and thankfully their little ones were whisked away to the Fae court to serve as proper changelings anyway.

He jumped when he felt someone collide with him, and looked down to see his white suit jacket smeared with that unicorn frosting that had been so damn popular lately. At first he was annoyed, but the lad's sputtering apologies actually brought a smile to his face, and he dredged a finger through the frosting and brought it to his lips.