A Long Time from Now
They had been together for who knows how long. It had been pure bliss, their love. Dallas had never been happier, and once they realized he wouldn’t be getting any older than 22 nor could he be killed they were ecstatic. Sure they had their fights, like any couple. But their love was pure, beautiful even, so they got through it. The lovely angel of death and his little incubus.
However, Dallas was a demon, and there is always a way to send them to the pit. Someone had found that way, a hunter, and once they found Dallas out for what he was they sent him there. The spell, an exorcism of sorts, dragged him screaming down to Hell in front of his Lover’s eyes. His last memory of Earth was Sam, of reaching out to the angel as the Earth swallowed him whole.
There he remained, his body and soul tortured, tormented for decades. At first he screamed, crying out to a God that hadn’t created him, to Sam, to anyone who could save him from being torn to shreds and mended just to be torn again, someone to get him away from the hallucinogenic mental torture and hellfire that burned eternally, someone to help him, save him, free him.
No one came, and he was silenced.
He languished there in agony for a century. When he returned to Earth it hadn’t changed much, at first glance. Still there was the same steaming pavement of a dark street in a city at night, the same sharp tang of arousal coming from everywhere, a scent mouthwatering to the starved incubus. One of the tortures was being allowed to smell, but not to touch. They had ways of keeping him alive. It seemed to Dallas that he was the one who had changed. He stood taller now, was more muscular. All but one of his old wounds had been healed, but blood stained the dirty and tattered clothes he wore, clothes that still smoldered in several places. His hair brushed his shoulders, stubble coated his lower face thickly, and his eyes, oh his eyes. They were so black it seemed that innocent blue would never be seen again.
Dallas followed the nearest scent trail, two thoughts in his mind. The first was food. The second was Sam. The incubus caught a sexually frustrated man, and Dallas seduced him, coaxing him easily into a dark alleyway, making him press his hands against the wall, taking him quickly. There was no touching, no kissing, no words even exchanged, just quick dirty sex. As the nameless man came down from his orgasm, letting Dallas feed, the incubus took out a knife he had stolen from Hell itself and yanked the man’s hair back, calmly slitting his throat and letting him fall to the ground, gurgling as he died.
“C’mon, Sam. Take this guy.” Dallas whispered, looking around for his angel as he buttoned his pants back up. His voice was gruff from years of screaming, hardly used anymore. “Come and find me.”
Walk The Alleys In The Dark
Derek wasn’t exactly sure why he was even out at first. Normally if he went for a walk, it was through the trees or by the cliffs or water, not through town and certainly not around people. It was harder to think when he was constantly keeping an eye on more then a handful or so of people at the same time. Never knew when a hinter or rival pack might try to take advantage of the screen of people to hide their scent from an incoming attack. Or to hide their retreat after.
Maybe it was the (completely justified) paranoia that made him take longer to pin down what was drawing him out from his normal hermit ways. (Only meet up ever ten years, swap stories about caves. Great fun, for a hermit.) It took the wind blowing right in his face before he caught it properly.
Stiles. He could smell him, slightly changed by time and almost totally buried under the other people, but once he realized what it was he was being drawn by, there was no mistaking it. He was careful not to rush after it, not wanting to draw undue attention. It took him another hour of chasing fading and weaker trails of it, and once totally losing it for a few minutes outside the hospital, but he found him in a coffee shop.
He slipped in behind a group of just just out of high schoolers, and spotted Stiles almost immediately in the near empty shop. He was alone with his drink and looked… Exhausted. Not a good sign, especially on someone who he’d once compared to the unstoppable battery rabbit. He stopped at the counter long enough to pick up one of those ridiculously sized snack things he remembered Stiles once having a fondness for, and made his way silently to the table. He sat directly across it from Stiles and pushed the food almost directly under his nose. “Hi.”
Sail Away With Me | Blaine
Kurt woke up excited. He had the day all planned out in his head as if he’d sorted it out in his dreams and when he got up the first thing he did was put together his and Blaine’s lunch as well as couple of other things they might need.
Blaine was awake by the time everything was packed up in a bag and together they got the kids ready to go spend the day with Rachel. They assured both of them that it wouldn’t be for the whole day and that they would pick them up for dinner time.
It was noon when they finally left the apartment. They walked along the streets together, Kurt guiding Blaine in the right direction by tugging on their clasped hands. They were almost to their destination when they passed a florist and Kurt, on a whim, bought Blaine a bouquet of red and yellow flowers.
“I know you’re supposed to give these to your date at the beginning, but I hope you don’t mind getting them now,” he said with a smile.
Coming Home
Finn sighed as he put the key in the lock, twisiting it as he opened the door to the home he shared with Rachel. He couldn’t believe how much time had passed since the two of them had graduated and left Lima. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but it felt surreal to finally be able to actually do it. He was happy, really happy. He got to work with kids all day - most days at least it was a good thing - and he came home to a loving wife. Life really couldn’t get any better than that.
“Babe?” He called out, tossing his keys in the bowl on the table by the door. He toed of his shoes and hung up his jacket, knowing Rachel would have a little fit if she saw his stuff thrown precariously around. Yeah, Rachel was definitely rubbing off on him in the words he thought and the way he acted. But it was all good; at least people didn’t think he was stupid like they used to in high school. He followed his nose, walking into the kitchen to see her moving about in the room. “Don’t you look cute in an apron?” He smirked, leaning against the doorway.
Open rp: Traces of memories
The air is filled with the sounds of the city but thankfully overpowered this time by the pouring rain. I can only hear from distance the cars while my head is resting on the top of the desk, at an orphan school in the middle of London. With all these clouds it’s dark and it makes me even sleepier. The teacher keeps talking about chemical nonsense and all I can think of is ‘Please stop talking, I want to sleep and honestly don’t care what constructs salt or sea water. Can’t you hear the rain it’s calling for sleep why don’t you realize?’ I wonder if this woman has never had a bad night sleep because I had. It’s been long since I rested properly inside my bed back at the campus, weird dreams keep me awake and I can hardly remember anything from them, it’s annoying. I pull my beret coquette over my ears in a hopeless attempt to lock her words out but it doesn’t work so much, I sigh and stay there. I close my eyes and make one more attempt to remember anything from within my dreams. I can only barely recall a kid with light blond hair and a beautiful woman in an odd outfit…
[[OOC: would gladly have multiply rp with this. It’s a school it can have students/teachers aything you want… It’s future rp, reincarnation too. So consider it if you are a Kuro rper (if you are demon you don’t need to reincarnate you can be the same, in the future)
Third time posting this. I think I will just give up]]
Dinner Guests | Lots of People ;-)
It was getting later in the afternoon and Kurt had still not heard from Holly. He had a bad feeling about all of it and he decided to try to be more aggressive about it. They had exchanged numbers when Elijah came over so Kurt grabbed the phone and nervously dialed.
A man answered.
Kurt’s nerves doubled but he focused on keeping his voice calm and friendly. “Hello, is this Steven?” he asked in what he hoped was a pleasant tone.
“Who’s calling?”
“This is Kurt Hummel. Your son Elijah is my son Joah’s best friend, sir. And your wife Holly is his teacher.”
“Is there something I can do for you?”
“Well, I don’t know if your wife mentioned this but I was hoping, since our sons are friends, that you all would come have dinner with us tonight. I just thought it would make sense for us to know each other.”
There was silence, and then Kurt heard Steven say “Hold on a moment.” Then he heard the man call through his home. A voice, which was obviously Holly spoke, but Kurt couldn’t make out what they were saying. Finally, Steven returned.
“Fine,” he said. “When should we be there.”
“Maybe be here at five?” Kurt tried. “Then we can have dinner at six?”
“Alright. Five oclock then.” He hung up and Kurt let out a huge breath before springing to his feet.
He had so much to prepare.
“THEY’RE COMING TONIGHT!’ He shouted through the apartment as he went into the kitchen and started deciding what sort of dinner they would serve.
Sparring || Michael
Amber smirked as she walked down the hall towards the gym, her hands behind her back, her left hand gripping her right wrist. She was holding a handgun in her fingers and she tightened her grasp on the weapon as she continued down the hall. Technically, she had challenged Dante to spar, but he was the one who’d caught the challenge and said it himself. Technically, his ass kicking was going to be his own fault.
She turned on her heel and pushed the door open with her back, the smirk still plastered on her pierced lips. She’d been told repeatedly that fighting or going on missions with her piercings was dangerous. They could get caught on something and be ripped out, but it hadn’t happened thus far and for that reason she wasn’t listening to anyone, not even her mentor, James Firth. He was a great man and she tended to do as he told her. In fact, he was the only one that could get her to do anything willingly. Still, she had her rebellious times when she didn’t listen to the man who was her father figure.
Just inside the gym’s door, her katana leaned against the wall. It wasn’t a weapon she often used, but she was exceptionally good at using the sword as she was the gun in her hands. She put that weapon in the holster on her chest and picked up the katana. She twirled it with her fingers and glanced around the large training center. There was much equipment to help her become better in the field, but she wasn’t interested in drawing blood from Dante today. Just beating him senseless with her hands. It was true that her martial arts weren’t as refined as her swordsmanship and marksmanship and if Dante decided to use his Skill during their fight she was screwed over. Still, she was confident she’d be able to beat him. And if she didn’t…well, at least she had gotten some practicing in and she wouldn’t be bored anymore.
Telling the Truth
“Rach, come on, we had to leave the apartment five minutes ago.” He sighed as he leaned against the wall by the bathroom door. Thankfully Rachel always schedule their days ten minutes ahead or they’d definitely be late. But it seemed like the omelette that she had for breakfast was getting acquainted with the toilet. Over the last week he had grown used to the sounds of his wife emptying the contents of her stomach on a daily, even more, basis. He felt terrible but there was honestly nothing he could do for her but continuing to be as supportive as he could be.
He heard the toilet flush and quickly walked to the kitchen, grabbing some crackers and a new bottle of water. When he heard the lock click and the door open, he gave her a sympathetic smile as he passed her the items. “Feeling any better?” He asked, seeing her look terrible. They could always pass her puking for the flu until they told them. Once she had considered herself presentable he took her hand. “Let’s go get this show on the road, Mrs. Hudson.”
Timing is everything @Rachel
It was a crisp november morning, frost was settled gently on the ground as Will walked up the concrete steps to the entrance of Mc’kinley. He pushed the door gently and walked through it, sighing softly and watching his breath in the air as he walked down the cold halls, and up to his office. He set his briefcase down on his desk and perched himself on his chair, moving his hands to his face and letting out a hot breath into them, in attempt to warm them up. It wasn’t long before he was warmer and heading off to class, which he was rather excited about if he was honest. He was breaking the news to the glee members that they were going to see Wicked in New York, which was something he’d wanted to see for a long time, and was happy to be able to share it with the the kids. He walked through the door to the choir room, a smile glued to his face as he walked up to the board, taking a marker and writing ‘Wicked’ on it. “We’re all going to see Wicked, tomorrow!” he beamed, his smile widening into a dorkish grin. He was so excited about it, he loved Wicked, and he loved New York, so it was amazing that he’d managed to get so many tickets with the arts fund, maybe it had something to do with Figgins cutting Sue’s pompom budget.
It seemed like only yesterday that he was stood in the choir room, breaking the news to the kids about his plan, and now; now they were there, in the audience, waiting for the show to start. He always remembered his original glee members when he went to see musicals, it reminded him of all the solos and duets they used to sing from them, and how well they all performed. He smiled down the line of children that sat to the right of him, turning his head sharply as he saw the curtain rise. “My god.. it can’t be..” he muttered to himself as he heard the opening song, the voice was beautiful, and he recognized it instantly, it was none other than Rachel Berry. He bit his lip gently and leaned back against his seat, feeling a little star struck by her appearance. He was so proud at that moment, probably more proud of her than he’d ever been before.
