#roguishlyxdangerous

one of ryder’s morning habits was coffee; something that he dropped when coffee shops were rather bland, the workers sucked, or supported wrong things. usually he wouldn’t be one to get into the whole ‘who do you support’ discussion -- it was never a topic he dabbled far in, but if his money was going to a company for the majority of the week, he did care a little. it’s when he finds a new coffee shop that he begins to pick up old habits and going a lot more. he orders the same thing every time, quite routinely. iced lavender latte with cream -- light ice. it was a tedious thing to ask for light ice but he didn’t like them completely cold, usually a more warm temperature instead. not everywhere was aware of a ‘kid’s temperature’ for coffee.

and it’s always waiting on the counter for him when he gets in there. there was no ordering ahead, no having to stand in line to order and pay, then wait for it to come out. it was easy -- and tyler knew how to make it just right for him. there’s a little smile that comes from the corner of his lips when he sees tyler making someone’s drink. there was only a couple of people in there sitting down, seemingly only two actively waiting on a drink, which the man was making currently. leaning against the counter a bit, his hip is against it to hold him up as he sips in to his coffee. he knew he’d gotten a look since he hadn’t been in there to even order -- something he was getting used to seeing since people didn’t know and he couldn’t fault them for that, of course.

once tyler is done with their coffees, he leans over the counter a little, handing the ten dollar bill over like he always did. was he spending fifty dollars a week on coffee because he paid double the cost for tipping the other well? he had the means, it wasn’t a big deal, but also, it put a little extra money in the man’s pocket since he knew people didn’t tip often in coffee shops. ‘kind of a surprise to see it not very busy currently. especially on a monday. do you ever not work, either?’

“So, you have never done something risky...” Casper repeated, head tilting to the side, his legs lightly crossed below the table, after the attempt at kissing his date’s lips at the other side of the table were meet with a dodge, out of simple fear. Odd, when you thought about it, but it was not strange. Casper’s choice of place was not precisely the safest for two men on a date, but his money was not one no one actually rejected, and if he could pull all the strings of homophobic bastards, he would. 

“ how long has it been this time ?? ” the wolf-shifter questioned once he recognised who the man actually was.  “ 100 ??  200 years ?? ” when you were as old as they were , your math tended to be a little off.

Such hubris, to think that a simple deity tainted with mortal essence would seek to defeat him in his element. Nature was harsh. Nature was unrelenting. But most of all nature stood the test of time. Nature was here before the first man, and would still exist long after the last had perished and their lifeforce returned to the earth. The centaur stood tall, hoof dug deep into the offender’s chest. A sword weaved from plant life protruded out of the forest god’s hand, the sharp blade pressed against the other’s god’s throat. It prickled the skin, drawing trace amounts of blood, but more importantly injecting a small bit of his essence and venom into the other.

Around them an impenetrable fog had settled over the area. Alistair's armour was in ruins and his mystical weapon long cast aside like a toy, while mere feet away lay a unicorn with their insides spilled out, silver blood running through the soil and into the roots of the undergrowth. Here the forest god was predator and prey all in one, the embodiment of nature itself: the plant life, the creatures that lived within him. His eyes burned blue as he spoke with an otherworldly voice that did not seem to emanate his mouth. “You make a mockery of godhood.” Areik could easily crush the man’s rib cage, let his insides spill out just as Alistair’s charge had done so to the mythical beast. “You may think you’ve helped him, but you’ve given him a fate far worse than what he would have had.” Instead of a swift death, the man had now been cursed to wander the mist forever, with his life force slowly but surely draining back into the very forest he had tainted.

There’s a popular bar for magic users within the city. It’s at this place that Oliver knows he’ll be able to find the man that he’s looking for. Rumor has it that the place is one of the man’s favorites. However, this was the third evening this week that Oliver had come here and hadn’t found him. Clyde was the final piece of the puzzle. 

Only when walking into the place this evening did Oliver realize who he’d actually been searching for. “Clyde Ainsworth,” Oliver spoke just loud enough for Clyde to hear. “You’re a difficult man to track.” The detective offered a hand to the man that he hadn’t seen in years. A wizard like Clyde had connections that could be of use to Oliver. Plus, a handsome face like that was easy on the eyes. 

the company of the other in the moment was a surprisingly enjoyable thing. wilder usually didn’t open up or communicate about anything beyond his natural want for sexual desires. but wilder’s had far too many drinks at this point and he’s sharing stories with the red headed man in front of him. they were being obnoxious with laughing, talking, enjoying the brief night. the accent of talos was definitely something that had gotten his curiosity piqued but with the drinks that pushed him through, there’s a hum that covers the other asking about the passport. green eyes gaiting over him briefly. ‘ well , some guys act like women are supposed to care for everything that goes on in their lives . and of course , it lays on the guy when the woman ends up acting ‘irrational’ instead of giving in . not every woman is going to be pushed around forever . ‘

@roguishlyxdangerous

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It was quite the novelty, what Ty had arranged for them. He had showed Bran how they could build a make shift shower which could heat the water in the sun. While neither of them had ever heard of such a thing Bran had set to make it and afterwards he had offered to Caz to have the first try. So in the evening he took the warm water and used the small self made soap. He knew that this was not custom but he liked this too much to give up such treats.

Since they were alone he hadn't put up anything of a screen, and so he startled a little when he heard footsteps coming towards him. "Oh... it's you, Ty." Caz gave the other a smile as he began to rinse off. "This is something wonderful you have given us, thank you..." He held out his hand to the other man.