Immortal Agent of the Night

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He smiled at the offer. “Thank you, but no. I am fine.” He settled into the darkest chair in the darkest corner. He pulled out a fountain pen and a notebook, and began writing. Then he would pause. The sounds of quill on parchment went on even though he stopped writing. Then he would begin writing again.

Watching him from the corner of her eye, Theo didn’t fail to notice the mysterious, ghostly sound of invisible writing. Even she had to admit that that was unusual. Perhaps he’d cast a Protean Charm on the notebook and was using it to communicate with persons unseen?

That wouldn’t explain the noise, though, she thought. She wondered what his business with her employer might be. Somehow she doubted it would be the usual cup of tea and translation job.

As it turned out, it was the usual translation job, minus the tea. Teague rose when her employer came out, and offered his pale hand. Then he pulled out a leather bound book with a wolf head and bat insignia on the cover. Theo’s boss seemed impressed as he carefully looked at the pages. 

“Very old. Local dialect too. I believe I can help you, but it will take time.” He turned to walk back into his office. “Come tell me about this amazing book.” 

The pale man followed, nodding to Theo as he passed her. The meeting didn’t take long as meetings go, and soon they re-emerged. 

The door opened, and she heard the tap of a cane. The man was dressed in a long black duster and wide brimmed hat. He was wearing gloves and goggles. His hair was dark, and skin very pale. Almost blue. There was an old fashioned look to him, but in the wizarding world that was common. He tipped his hat to her as he approached. His cane was topped with a crystal the size of a doorknob.

“I have an appointment with Tomkink. My name is Teague Galen.”

She didn’t bat an eye at the unusual appearance of the man in front of her. Mr. Tomkink had colleagues in all shapes and sizes, and Theo had spent her share of time in the Leaky Cauldron, which attracted a rather interesting clientele. Running her finger down the appointment book, Theo found Teague’s name, lifted her quill, and made a small tick mark.

“May I help you with something?” Theo asked, looking up from her desk in Garius Tomkink’s office. Merlin, she hated this job. She wanted to be a historian, not some secretary or welcome-witch. But Mr. Tomkink was less interested in her own work with Old English than he was in her ability to answer the door and to sort and file his papers.

It was hard to admit,  but Teague had missed him.  He’d tried to fight it,  tried to remind himself that Ash was a monster,  and no good for him,  but just looking at him made Teague hard.  He groaned and put his arms around Ash,  pressing in.  

“What do you want from me? What am I that you can’t leave me alone?”

43. My muse gets drunk and asks yours for sex.

Phil very, very rarely gets drunk. But when he does, he goes at it with a will because if he’s drinking that heavily there’s probably a reason.

So he’s two mixed drinks and not a few shots of vodka in and he’s past tipsy and well on the way to sloshed, and seeing Teague just makes him beam like an idiot because he’s just happy to see someone he recognizes. Of course, saying “Hey handsome man, come to keep me company for the rest of the night?” Is something sober Phil will probably regret saying in about ten to twelve hours.

Teague felt him lean in.  He smiled, slid an arm around the warm man and was grateful for the serum that kept his animal side at bay.  His senses were filled with Phil.  He wasn’t really paying attention to the movie.  

“Yeah…  Crazy world. ”

Send 🐬 for an AU where my muse is a mermaid/man being kept in an aquarium         

His placard reads ‘Thresher Shark’, he stays mostly in the corner of his tank, long tail curled around himself, watching the visitors gawk and point. He tried not to get too agitated, he tried not to be aggressive, he disliked being disciplined, but the sound of young tourists tapping his glass box grated on his ears.

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Telepathy wasn’t the vampire’s best talent,  but he could try. He closed his eyes and tried to send the Merman his thoughts of being set free into the ocean. 

Dennis rests his forehead on the glass, closing his eyes with a sigh. But as he does an image flashes into his mind, one that he did not put there himself, but one he’d thought about for years. He sees the ocean, vast and great, stretching as far as any eye could possibly comprehend, he feels the real salt water on his skin, not the manufactured fake salt water that was near suffocating. He feels it all, he feels freedom, and he wants it so badly.

He balls his hands into fists and slams them on the glass, he locks eyes with the stranger, with just a look he pleads for his freedom.

Send 🐬 for an AU where my muse is a mermaid/man being kept in an aquarium         

His placard reads ‘Thresher Shark’, he stays mostly in the corner of his tank, long tail curled around himself, watching the visitors gawk and point. He tried not to get too agitated, he tried not to be aggressive, he disliked being disciplined, but the sound of young tourists tapping his glass box grated on his ears.

Teague smiled wider, and placed his palm on the glass.  

“Hello little monster.  You’re so beautiful. To beautiful to be contained and gawked at by fat,  bloated, dull eyed humans.”

Dennis mimics the gesture, placing his hand on the glass over Teague’s. He chirps and chitters in response to Teague’s words, he didn’t know what the man was saying, but he wanted to communicate, frustrated that there was no easier way.

43. My muse gets drunk and asks yours for sex.

Phil very, very rarely gets drunk. But when he does, he goes at it with a will because if he’s drinking that heavily there’s probably a reason.

So he’s two mixed drinks and not a few shots of vodka in and he’s past tipsy and well on the way to sloshed, and seeing Teague just makes him beam like an idiot because he’s just happy to see someone he recognizes. Of course, saying “Hey handsome man, come to keep me company for the rest of the night?” Is something sober Phil will probably regret saying in about ten to twelve hours.

“Mmn. Thank you.” He accepted the coffee, smiling. “Sure. I’d like that, what movie?”

43. My muse gets drunk and asks yours for sex.

Phil very, very rarely gets drunk. But when he does, he goes at it with a will because if he’s drinking that heavily there’s probably a reason.

So he’s two mixed drinks and not a few shots of vodka in and he’s past tipsy and well on the way to sloshed, and seeing Teague just makes him beam like an idiot because he’s just happy to see someone he recognizes. Of course, saying “Hey handsome man, come to keep me company for the rest of the night?” Is something sober Phil will probably regret saying in about ten to twelve hours.

“Mmn. Thank you.” He accepted the coffee, smiling. “Sure. I’d like that, what movie?”

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Suddenly things felt wrong, and unsafe. Teague reached out to touch Duncan’s hands where they gripped the table. “Is this… familiar? This feeling of being on the edge of a cliff looking down? I feel like I’m not safe, but you aren’t the danger.”

“I feel… off.” He Said before glancing down at his food. The pleasant taste in his mouth was replaced by nothingness. He couldn’t remind the taste, his senses felt like they had just fried our. He looked to teague, uneasy and scared before standing up abruptly. “I need to lay down. I’m not hungry anymore.”

“Yeah, ok.” Teague was feeling much the same way. In a distant control booth a tech was working to get them to go to sleep so they could be reset. 

Send 🐬 for an AU where my muse is a mermaid/man being kept in an aquarium         

His placard reads ‘Thresher Shark’, he stays mostly in the corner of his tank, long tail curled around himself, watching the visitors gawk and point. He tried not to get too agitated, he tried not to be aggressive, he disliked being disciplined, but the sound of young tourists tapping his glass box grated on his ears.

It was only late at night, after the aquarium had closed its doors to the public, that Dennis was able to really stretch out and swim without the indignity of strangers staring at him and making fools of themselves for his attention. He stretches his arms, uncurls his tail and swims up to the surface for a breath of fresh air, then returns down, swerving and looping, before settling back down into his favourite corner.

It was then that he noticed a figure in the distance, coming down the hallway. He glances at the clock on the wall opposite his tank, this was odd, it wasn’t time for the security guard to do his rounds yet. He swims up to the glass and peers out, trying to make out the dark figure, from what he could see it didn’t look at all like a security guard at all. Nervously he retreats back into his corner.

Teague was hungry. That much was easy to tell by his pale skin and red rimmed eyes. He was hunting, whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not, pulling a pretty little man with soft blue hair close and all but fucking him on the dance floor. He was so focused, he didn’t notice Ash getting closer. When he finally did, he all but dropped his intended prey, staring with parted lips.

Ashley had to admit that Teague had good taste- the pretty thing in his arms was almost as delectable-looking as Teague was. It’s effortless for the vampire to shove the human out of the way however, elegently taking his place in front of Teague. “Half-starved is a sexy look on you, you know that?” He says with a soft chuckle, staring deep into Teague’s eyes with his own, well-fed hues. His gaze said it all- he’d missed Teague, more than he’d missed anyone in his existence. 

I see very few roleplayers that are okay with the following;

Demons/Angels

Vampirism/Were wolves

Shape Shifters/Hybrids

Send 🐬 for an AU where my muse is a mermaid/man being kept in an aquarium         

His placard reads ‘Thresher Shark’, he stays mostly in the corner of his tank, long tail curled around himself, watching the visitors gawk and point. He tried not to get too agitated, he tried not to be aggressive, he disliked being disciplined, but the sound of young tourists tapping his glass box grated on his ears.

It was only late at night, after the aquarium had closed its doors to the public, that Dennis was able to really stretch out and swim without the indignity of strangers staring at him and making fools of themselves for his attention. He stretches his arms, uncurls his tail and swims up to the surface for a breath of fresh air, then returns down, swerving and looping, before settling back down into his favourite corner.

It was then that he noticed a figure in the distance, coming down the hallway. He glances at the clock on the wall opposite his tank, this was odd, it wasn’t time for the security guard to do his rounds yet. He swims up to the glass and peers out, trying to make out the dark figure, from what he could see it didn’t look at all like a security guard at all. Nervously he retreats back into his corner.

43. My muse gets drunk and asks yours for sex.

Phil very, very rarely gets drunk. But when he does, he goes at it with a will because if he’s drinking that heavily there’s probably a reason.

So he’s two mixed drinks and not a few shots of vodka in and he’s past tipsy and well on the way to sloshed, and seeing Teague just makes him beam like an idiot because he’s just happy to see someone he recognizes. Of course, saying “Hey handsome man, come to keep me company for the rest of the night?” Is something sober Phil will probably regret saying in about ten to twelve hours.

“Mmn. Thank you.” He accepted the coffee, smiling. “Sure. I’d like that, what movie?”