#n0chanxes

Days. It had been days, possibly a week or two since the last time the Fallen had come to his busted little door, hovering in the frame with eyes scanning over him as though making sure he still had each of his limbs. It wouldn't have been strange, had it not been for the fact that the longest it had been lately between visits had been a day or two at most. He didn't understand why, not really - he was nothing. Nobody. If he was to disappear, it would hurt nobody. If he was to be captured by the enemy, he had been told plenty of times by Lucifer that he was a failed experiment anyway so what use would he be?

Even Wolf had left without a goodbye. Aster had been foolish enough to think maybe they'd been friends, but he'd just... gone.

There was nothing for Yongsun to check on.

So why was Aster unsettled more and more as each day passed? He knew he was okay - he'd heard things on whispers about the man in question, had heard that something big had happened, that everyone was bunkered down, dealing with that particular issue.

Looking out at his questionable little room, head resting back against worn walls with a cheap, worn bed beneath him, he knew he was not worth the air he breathed, so why did it hurt so much to be forgotten so royally?

That was the danger, he supposed, of daring to believe it when someone told him he might be worth something more.

Hands drifted up to the crust under his nose, and on his bottom lip from a demon that had felt it necessary to connect their fist with his face for simply existing, wincing just a bit at the sting before he exhaled a deep, rattling sigh. He pushed up from his position and wandered towards a cloth he had thrown over a chair figuring it was probably time to clean himself up.

He froze. Something had moved, rustled… No one was supposed to be down here. No one wanted to come down here unless it was to kick the crap out of him. He inhaled, trying to scent the air, but could smell almost nothing past the blood in his nose.

Chai was used to eyes on him in the club. He wasn't one of the highest chargers for nothing, after all. Demand allowed for higher fees and he took full advantage of that fact. Having eyes on him while on a 'smoke' break, however... that was fairly rare. After all, clients weren't usually allowed in the back. Dark eyes trailed over the figure, hesitating on bothering to call security because... well. Maybe the guy was just lost. Lost, and handsome. So much so that Chai even pushed himself up from a very comfortable, much needed seat.

"You have to go? Now?" Amara wouldn't let them. Who cared about work. She was ready to quit her job to stay with them one more morning without having to worry about the rest of the world -- they could wait. Moments like this where she was able to feel happy, truly happy, were rare, but they were becoming more and more frequent whenever they spent time together.

Amara rolled over so she was laying on top of them, playfully pinning them down so they couldn't go anywhere. "And what if I don't let you go to work?" she asked, holding firm in her position with the surprising amount of strength she hid so they couldn't wiggle free. "So you're a little late. Stay here a bit longer. With me," she added, the final words holding a bit more weight to them.

Something about the way that Somnis rested on his shoulder had his chest feeling kind of funny - he couldn't put a finger on it, couldn't work out quite what the strange fuzzy, almost full feeling meant. He had similar with Levi, of course - any time he looked at him with that smile, wrapped his arms around him and held him tight. Any time their lips brushed and touched and he lost himself in the other... It was similar, so similar, but maybe a little different? It had to be different...

He let out a breath of a laugh, shaking his head just slightly, but any potential reply was gone the moment Somnis was moving around and taking his hands.

"For some reason, I'm very attracted to you today..."

“Hey. Pretend you were waiting for me. You’re being followed.” 

Mill’s eyes widen a little, peeking out from where he had sunk his chin down into the thick knit of his scarf, warding off the cold night air, curled up in his winter puffer coat as the icy wind threatens to rattle through him. Looking back at the man who’d appeared from the dark in front of him, the young wolf is taken aback for a moment as his feet come to a stop and he takes a small step back with one foot. “-w-what?” He stammers, his startled brain taking a moment to catch up, before he tries to glance back over his shoulder. 

Juyeon looked out on the seated area of the nightclub, filled with humans and supernaturals alike. The Gates was really a meeting place for creatures of any variety, but humans came in none the wiser. Money was money as far as the staff was concerned. The nephilim started towards the seated patrons, looking for someone to entertain. It’s not like he could be picky for work, but there still needed to be some kind of match for his job to be done well. 

Spotting a male at an empty table, it seemed he hadn’t even been approached. It must have been the fact that the blonde was dazzling from head to toe, clearly very expensive. That would spell trouble for most of the other hosts, but it could lead to fun in Juyeon’s case.