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It feels odd to sleep late--odder still to have a day off. Nina rouses slowly with a quiet groan and long stretch, her hands knocking gently against the headboard. She’s not used to this bed yet, nor the man she’s been sharing it with. Both feel as if they’re part of a long, lucid dream. A small part of her is waiting for it to twist into a nightmare, awaiting the inevitable moment when the rug is yet again tugged out from under her feet. A smaller part tells her to relax, coaxing her to spread out over a sea of a silky sheets.

“Noah?”

Her voice is soft with sleep as she calls his name, eyes fluttering open up towards the man’s ceiling. One arm reaches to search the bed for any sign of him, but his side of the mattress is cold. Perhaps he hadn’t slept at all. She pouts at the thought as she moves to sit up, calling out again.

It’s so goddamn cold.

Silas’ jaw sets tightly to stave the persistent urge to whimper. It’s harder and harder to resist with each involuntary spasm or frantic shiver as he huddles tightly inward, his eyes screwed shut against involuntary tears. The water around him stabs at  his every nerve, burning him all over with unfamiliar, unprecedented pain. The restraints that bind his wrists and twist his arms behind his back are a mere formality. Cobb couldn’t move an inch from this hell if he tried. The fire in his veins is all but extinguished, rendering him truly and terrifyingly powerless for the first time in his life.

Time is lost on the cambion as he sits there, awaiting an uncertain fate, praying silently for the reprieve of unconsciousness. The southerner, as proud as his blood is red, would grovel on his knees for rescue. He doesn’t realize admitting it out loud, though the plea is visible in short, shuddering puffs of breath that hover in front of his numbed, running nose.

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@redxcollar/@profiteer 

Jesse is my best friend IRL, let’s just get that bias out of the way. Therefore, I cannot stress just how caring, thoughtful, humorous, unique, and brave he is as a person enough. It’d just be easier to call him a gem. His friendship is one of the most meaningful I’ve ever had. He has had my back more times than I can count, both in & out of this community, and I’ll never be able to repay it. I freaking love this guy.

As a roleplayer, I couldn’t ask for a better partner. Jesse is up for anything, no matter how silly or indulgent it may be. He’s not afraid to try his hand at any character, and it is a pleasure to bounce ideas back & forth with him until the wee hours of the morning. I’ve never felt so at ease with a partner so fast, nor have I ever had so much fun just bantering or playing around. It’s easy for me to take myself a little too seriously on this site, but Jesse always reels me back in to remind me that I’m supposed to be enjoying myself. Hell, he’s half the reason I’m even able to nowadays.

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BLOOD & SACCHARIN  [Noah + Silas]

1. Sleep Awake–Mother Mother [x]

“Protecting you, protecting me. I throw the evidence into a truck and drop it in the sea. Lie awake–I sleep awake. I slept with one hand on my 45, the other ‘round my baby’s waist. Lie awake–I sleep awake. I sleep with all my lights turned on so I don’t slip away.”

2. Sugar–Maroon 5 [x]

“’Cause I really don’t care where you are, I just wanna be there were you are, and I gotta get one little taste. You’re sugar, yes please. Won’t you come and put it down on me? I’m right here ‘cause I need a little love and a little sympathy.”

3. Unintended–Muse [x]

“First there was the one who challenged all my dreams and all my balance–he could never be as good as you. You could be my unintended choice to live my life extended, you could be the one I’ll always love. I’ll be there as soon as I can, but I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before.”

4. Without You–Boyce Avenue [x]

“I can’t win, I can’t reign, I will never win this game without you. I am lost, I am vain, I will never be the same without you. I won’t run, I won’t fly, I will never make it by without you. I can’t rest, I can’t fight, all I need is you and I.”

5. Kill Of The Night–Gin Wigmore [x]

“The danger is I’m dangerous and I might just tear you apart. I’m gonna catch ya, I’m gonna get ya, I wanna taste the way that you bleed. You’re my kill of the night. Now you’re mine, but what do I do with you boy? I’ll take your heart to kick around as a toy.”

6. Sugar Sweet–Muddy Waters [x]

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O N E   A.M.

On the night they meet, Silas is cruel as he forces the man to kneel and repay an imagined debt. Noah does so vigorously, refusing to reward the disciple with the helplessness he seeks to revel in. His efforts prove impressive enough to weaken the southerner’s own knees, stealing the breath from his lungs in a single, euphoric sweep. Later, as his head hits the pillow of his lonely bed, his bones weighed down by an ‘honest’ day’s fatigue, the victory in Noah’s gaze follows Silas into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

T W O   P.M.

The red on Sander’s mouth is smeared down to his chin, staining white pancake a giddy, tickled pink. Sick envy stabs Cobb straight in the gut, the knife twisting deeper with the mischievous glimmer in his mentor’s eye. It’s less a look of love, and more of satisfaction as he wears another man’s cologne on his collar, and a chesire grin on his lips. Rage seizes every nerve as he resents what isn’t–and never was–his. But, with a long, slow breath, comfort comes as the southerner remembers who is. 

T H R E E   A.M.

Cobb is bleeding himself dry inside the studio booth, chasing a muse intent on eluding him. Hours of plinking and plucking have only amounted to a tape and a half’s worth of wasted cussing. The temptation to quit grows steadily with each cigarette he wears down to the filter. Even his hands are starting to protest as he repositions against the frets, fingertips tired and stinging with the pressure. Suddenly, Noah’s lips brush to each one in his mind’s eye. Faint heat flutters down the disciple’s body as he wills such delicate affection a reality. He’s disappointed, of course, until the song he’s been waiting for begins ringing in his ears.

F O U R   P.M.

A small crowd of patrons gather around the sudden spectacle, frozen and silent in their horror. The damage is already done–the artist’s face shattered like porcelain–but the disciple can’t stop himself. His arms keep swinging without conscious permission, his senses drowning in unbridled hatred for the man he’s pinned and beaten to the ground. His lover’s screams of anguish loop in his head, muting each of Cohen’s feeble cries for undeserved mercy. They only cease as the southerner’s struck down by an outside hand–fire met with ice. Blood welcomes deafness to his left ear, and in that agony, Cobb  swears he can smell the stench of Noah’s burning flesh all over again. 

F I V E    A.M.

Fire dances beneath the surface of his skin, radiating his palms as he approaches the connective hub between the Fort and Plaza. Cohen’s done him a ‘favor’ by trapping Martin inside. Silas is less than grateful considering what satisfaction the artist’ll take in watching their squabble. Still, it pays to be the favorite–even at war.

A simple snap ignites the tips of his fingers in hungry flame. It’s only warmth he knows in Noah’s bitter absence–one his fellow disciple is going to pay for in spades. Cobb manages a soft, excited chuckle as he extends his arm, poised to roast Finnegan’s cage. He escalates into wild cackling as the fire devours the tunnel gate, roaring in tandem with the panicked screeching from inside. A cracked smile spreads over his face in turn, widening heinously as he address a security camera in place of his stolen lover.

TO SPREAD POSITIVITY ; Accepting

Oh god, this asshole. I’ve yet to RP with Noah on this account, but he is the apple of my Silas’ eye at the moment. I mean, how can he not be? Noah is so sharp, charming, and genuine. There is so much thought put into his personality & background. He’s got character faults like an actual human being, and I think he fits flawlessly into this fandom. Plus, dat faceclaim.

For every * in my askbox I’ll reveal one thing that has changed about my character interpretation since I started writing them, or one thing that hasn’t turned out the way I expected it to before I started roleplaying them. (ACCEPTING)

Billy Thatcher (Silas’ first love) was only ever meant to be a faceless blip in Silas’ history, existing only for posterity. More, Silas was supposed to leave Billy to go to New York, where he’d eventually meet Sander Cohen & gain an invitation to Rapture. There was never any reunion, senseless tragedy, affairs, or heartbreaking goodbyes originally planned for them after the fact. Seriously, Billy was invented spur of the moment in AIM RP with an off-tumblr partner of mine while Silas & Sander were making small talk.