#nurscwitch

"'S not fair. They started it." Grayson barely managed to resentfully mutter to himself through his sore jaw, an ice pack held tightly to his eye that was already beginning to swell shut. "Ow. I didn't even do anything. Why do I always get the short stick?" He continued to pout, swinging his legs in the uncomfortable chairs of the waiting room, as he waited for his number to be called.

His head throbbed insistently as if demanding to be remembered; another problem for the doctor to look at. Grayson only groaned and let his head fall back as a migraine crept up on him. If only he had studied more than the basic healing spells, he could've patched himself up by now. That, or don't get involved when a werewolf was starting to lose control in an argument with a human. One second you're talking the shaking werewolf down while waving the human to get away, and the next you're getting thrown face-first over the bar.

The sound of approaching footsteps and a throat clearing made him sit up suddenly, which was a bad idea Grayson decided, his vision going spotty as his head did 360s on his neck.

"Wha...?" He blinked up fuzzily for a second, before what felt like a bucket of ice had been dumped down his back at seeing his high school sweetheart standing in front of him. "Oh shit."

“every time i see you you’re in scrubs,” he said to his young witch friend once he found him in the corner of the coffee house. he was only teasing as he did with young zachariah but it was also the truth. “don’t they let you nurses go home and put on something different every once in a while?” damon thought himself busy, but when riah spoke about the shifts he had to endure at the hospital, he was gifted some perspective.

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

The two had been walking together, in admittedly a bad part of town, when Ricky felt the thin fingers slide in between his own. Dark eyes flickered to look at the now entwined hands, then up at Riah’s face. Was he nervous? Ricky just used the new hold on him to tug the witch in closer as they walked, keeping a tight grip on his hand. He had taken Zachariah under his protection so anything that would come for him would have to go through Ricky. 

The demon squeezed his hand lightly in a reassuring manner as they continued moving. “You don’t have to look so scared.” He leaned in next to his ear and whispered in only a half joking manner. “They can smell fear.”

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

Ricardo was talking with his friends, it was a casual house party which happened on most Saturday nights. Of course he had had to invite his little witch along, who was perched on the arm of his chair as Ricky carried on a conversation in Spanish. He could almost see Riah getting bored so he slipped an arm around the small waist and dragged him into his lap. 

Rick didn’t speak to him, just continued his conversation as if nothing had happened, his chin rested on the others shoulder as his hand flattened against the nurses stomach. The other hand was resting on Zachariahs thigh now, just keeping him in place on his lap.

Tread Carefully | [ACCEPTING]

[ ATTENTION ] + for my muse to touch yours as a way of getting their attention 

How long has it been since he’s gone to a regular bar, void of blood bottles and dolls alike? Searching for the memory brought him back years ago, when the corruption pumping through Cyanide’s darkened veins was but minimal at best. 

Joshua needed a breath of fresh air, one that didn’t have the dusty nature of the church nor drowned his nose in the needy, fervent people of his parish. The humans were on a mission to cleanse the town, yet in doing so, forgot the reality they were up against. Tsk, tsk. 

He ordered a glass of bourbon for the night, then watched the other patrons mill and hang around in their little cliques, until a peculiar witch caught his eye. It wasn’t simply the young nature of the man, only enhanced by Riah’s soft smile as he chatted with the bartender, preparing to leave. It was the strong heart that beat within, so ripe for the picking that if he were in another bar, the arrangement would be different.

Joshua watched Riah shrug his coat on and finish his drink, already setting foot towards the door when a wallet remained at the counter. Putting two-and-two together, the vampire grabbed the wallet, quickly closing the distance to the witch with silent ease. Joshua rest a hand on the boy’s arm, gentle so as to not spook him, “Excuse me,” he spoke up afterwards, offering the wallet to Riah, “I believe you forgot this.”

Cameron merely rose an eyebrow, not at all ashamed that the other man had caught him staring at  the other’s rather hot body. “What? Can you blame me for taking a peak?”

“T-Try to stay still...I-I know it hurts,” Noel bit his bottom lip gently as he gazed into te other man’s eyes, practically in his lap as he dabbed a cotton ball with alcohol on it in one of the man’s open wounds. “I-I just want to make sure this doesn’t get infected.” Noel had brought the other back to his place, which was near the bar that he worked at after he got injured in the middle of a fight that had happened nearby. “I’m sorry y-you got caught up with them...and t-that I wasn’t much help.”

Cyrus smirked as he looked at his friend. Okay...He may be a little bit buzzed, and was still dealing with the adrenaline rush from another hit. But surely that was still reason to show up at your friend’s doorstep unannounced, correct? Before the other could even ask him anything, Cyrus’ lips slammed against his, the redhead letting out a happy groan as he did so.