#sclcmcn

His smile, though, somehow Niko smiling at her just made her feel so calm and welcomed. 

“Niko,” Eloise repeated back to him with a smile as she followed him in and through the house. Her eyes settled on the photos, looking over each and all the smiles they all had. He definitely seemed like the family type, which was endearing. How lonely it must be, then, if his kids are all so grown. ...And curious, because Niko definitely doesn’t look old enough to have adult children like that.

“Just water is fine, thank you,” she walked over to the kitchen table, setting her bag down as she took out her notepad and a pen before settling down in the chair, “Sorry, it must be weird to have a journalist trying to find you, but... I’ve heard a lot of different stories about you and your life and figured - well, I should just go to the source. Call it my own curiosity, but I just had to meet you, so - you know, thanks for agreeing to meet me, too.”

Callum drew his hand behind his back. The blood stained his skin. A fatal spell cast on the man lying in a puddle of his own crimson gore. He was a hunter. Nothing bleeds as well as one of the Salem Guild. 

“Trouble usually finds me without cause. You just stumbled on a scene but if you cannot see my face, well, then maybe you can tell me what you are.” There is something about him. Is he-? A bloodsucker? 

He’s seen some things through his short 80 years of existence. He’s read more. Beyond the realm of possibility there can always be a rarity. Seems he’s found something akin to that. At least if his senses surrounding this man are true the warlock has discovered a new kind of leech. Or he’s a powerful conjurer. Sometimes the sensations give off a distinct power. His magic is picking up something unique at any rate. “No matter what we are both not exactly human are we. Then I just took care of both our problems.”

It is not often she is giving. At least to just anyone. Today is a trivial holiday for humans. That is what she often tells herself. Even though she lost someone long ago. There are aches in her still. Dull but still they bubble to the surface at times. She chose to push it all away. Just this once she wanted to give something to someone. 

Stefani placed an arrangement of flowers. Sunflowers. Irises. Yellow and violet paired together. The sun and hope. Niko is very much a sun even if he is like her. And he gives her hope. Hope that she can be better than she has led herself to be in this life of death. She simply places a note with them scented in jasmine, her favorite perfume scent. 

Happy Valentine’s Day Niko Stefani

🤗 uwu

Plot ideas.  

🤗 Send if you’d be interested in plotting a thread where are muses are strictly platonic but are extremely close, they are practically family to each other.  

Cain let his gaze linger on this brother of his who’d changed so much since he’d last seen him. But certainly not everything had changed: he still appeared to be a dreamer, someone who longed for a place in this world. He’d never been as detached from it as Cain had. Working at a gym? Well, there were surely worse places - at least prey would be plenty there.

“I can’t tell you what happened to you,” Cain told him with a certain softness in his voice that he reserved only for his kin, “Not based on what you’ve said so far. This woman - was she one of us?”