Talonius Priscus is a 31 year old dutiful and hard-bitten security officer assigned to the Hierarchy branch of the Andromeda Initiative. Like his father, he wears no markings of affiliation, but has a white birthmark over the left side of his facial plating.
He has been called “Dagger” my his father, Solon Priscus, since he was a boy due to the shape of his birthmark. The two have a very strained relationship and rarely speak. He saw his father one last time in 2185 at the Citadel and the two parted on good terms.
Please like or reply to this post if you didn’t get a chance to get an obsidian dagger the last time we had them in stock, and would be interested in getting one the next time we restock. We are going to be getting in contact with that supplier again soon (he only comes to the US a couple times a year) about placing another order, but I want to get an idea of how many to order!
They’re either mahogany or black obsidian and they come in different sizes (the prices were like $20, $26, $30, and $40)
No, it is not. This is a common mistake. That is tomorrow. The Ides of March. As in “Ide-on’t think this should be done on the 14th”
#314B: I’ve already kind of started stabbing Julius Caesar. Should I just keep at it?
No. Stop stabbing Caesar right away. You don’t want to get desynchronized, do you? Get some bandages and, if you have access to them, some tampons (this is why they were originally invented, well, for wartime bullet wounds, not stab wounds on temporally displaced Roman emperors, but still, that should work). Carefully remove the daggers one at a time; staunching the bleeding as best you can before removing the next blade.
Wrap your Caesar in damp towels and store in ice until tomorrow.
Crowley continued to win you over, buying you gifts, and treating you beautifully. Only you still weren’t allowed to go anywhere. You still didn’t see many people. And Dean still glared daggers at Crowley every time he saw you two together.
You heard a lot about Dean Winchester, and why he wasn’t allowed near you. You heard about the anger, the killing, the drinking and the women. You heard about his times in bars with Crowley. You heard about what he did when he went off from other demons. A few times you saw him coming in as you went up the hall. He’d have blood on him, or reek of booze and sex. You’d avert your eyes and continue on your way. You were Crowley’s Queen.
Side Note: Y/B/N = Your Boyfriend’s Name (didn’t really know what name to put, so you guys can make it up yourselves).
“Greetings from the dead”, were the first words to fall from his mouth. While you were standing near the doors threshold, at a complete loss. Kol Mikealson your former flame had been un-daggered since the last time you saw him in Mystic Falls. How he managed to know you packed up and left to live in New Orleans didn’t concern you, however what did was his intentions and why he was here.
“Is that suppose to be some sort of joke? Because if so, it isn’t funny Kol”. You glanced at him, but your eyes couldn’t help but scan his body. For an 1,000 year old vampire he looked beyond handsome. “I can sense your anger, and believe me darling I’m quite angry myself. Being locked in a coffin and daggered for centuries isn’t a joy. But I’m back and now we can continue our lives together, just like we did back in Mystic Falls”.
His foot tried to step through the door, when he realized he hadn’t be granted permission to enter. He looked to you and asked, “Aren’t you going to invite me in, love?”. There were many reasons why you weren’t willing to invite him in, the biggest one being you’d moved on. But Kol would get his way, he might be the youngest original but that didn’t stop him from being overly confident and charming. “Come on in”, instantly feeling a sense of regret while uttering those magic words.
Kol’s eyes scanned the living room, more specific the photos placed all around. “I don’t want to seem rude, but I’m not exactly a fan of this guy who seems to be getting rather close to you. Who is he by the way?”. He waved the photo frame in the air, before setting in face down on the fireplace mantel. Walking over and fixing the picture, you turned to Kol. “Who he is doesn’t matter right now”.
“It matters very much indeed. I need to know who he is so I can rip his throat out,”. He seemed rather satisfied with that outcome, you on the other hand were not. “Kol! You can’t just come back and think everything will be as you left it, That’s not how life works. You were daggered by your own brother, repeatedly I might add. Who not only keeps you in a coffin but controls when you get to wake up. Do you even realize how messed up that is! So forgive me if I didn’t feel like waiting around for Klaus to un-dagger you”. Your outburst wasn’t planned, but it sure got Kol’s attention.
A dangerous game of who could maintain eye contact the longest was in motion. Kol’s eyes went dark and within seconds backed you into the nearest wall, asserting his dominance. “I came to New Orleans to be with you Y/N, and I can feel that you still love me”. Your mind was telling your body to not react, but of course it did anyway. Kol’s touch was something you longed for and now he was here, in front of you…all you had to do was reach out and he was yours.
“I’ve missed you, I’m not going to deny that. But Kol while you were asleep in that coffin, my life didn’t stop. I’m with someone else…and your going to have to find a way to deal with that”. Half of you expected him to lose it, instead his composure stayed the same. Running his fingers down your cheek, it was the ultimate test. Kol knew what his touch could do to you, how easily it made you weak at the knees. He leaned in, making sure to take his time to drag out the anticipation of what’s coming next. “Darling, if you think I’m just going to walk away from the girl I love, then you don’t know me at all. May the best man win, and we both know who that man is going to be”.
The sound of keys jingling snapped your eyes to the door, before the door could even fully open Kol was no where to be seen. It was just you standing alone in the middle of the room, trying to reign some control over your emotions. “Hey, are you okay? You don’t look so good”, asked Y/B/N.
Looking towards the window, the same one that Kol disappeared out of just a few seconds ago. You whispered, “I’m fine”. Expect that was one massive lie. What scared you the most was with Kol back, history had begun repeating itself. He’d come back, you’d fall for his charms and right when the two of you found happiness, it would be ripped away. And that was the price you paid time and time again for loving Kol Mikealson.