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matias didn’t think it would ever stop astonishing him how kind and understanding teddy was. to have opened his home to matty after kazimir had left, and then a demon not all that long later was incredibly alturistic of him considering it meant that slowly his own little space was getting smaller and smaller. najelon had come with barely anything it seemed, all his clothes and possessions doused in the saltwater from the forgotten, and so matias had been tasked with helping the demon go through the vampires wardrobe to find clothes that teddy didn’t wear anymore for naj. “anything on the right, don’t touch. he wears those pretty much on a rotation. i didn’t really think you’d want to wear another mans underwear, but there’s some boxers to tide you over until you buy some if you don’t feel like going commando. anything on the left of the wardrobe is free game.” 

he was trying his best to be hospitable; it could be worse, it could be rosalie coming to live with them. god, matty thought he might just jump out the fucking window if that happened. “come on, they’re not gonna try themselves on.” the human smirked as he moved to sit on the bed, eyes on the newcomer aside from when his phone would chime with a text message from grey that he was to reply to.

We meet again @ Teddy & Naj

It wasn’t often the case that Teddy Byrne might go on a limb based on some rumor..but this was obviously a special case. A case by the name of Najelon. Who would’ve thought, right? After weeks..months of nothing but silence it seemed that the bastard had finally stopped being so bloody careful about erasing his tracks and the word had come out. To be completely frank, the vampire had heard only a vague description, confirmed by the people he had paid to keep an eye out, but that'd been enough for him.

As he arrived to the Bersekers of all places, Teddy stood still for the people at the front to do their checking and waltzed in ..very much aware of the many people who wanted his head in there for what he had done to Asher and Cardelle Mackie. Once inside, he moved through the crowd -careful- and let his trained eyes do the work..searching for the demon’s strikingly handsome pale looks until yes, they landed on a booth. At long fucking last.

“..tell me something.” the male hissed as he stepped closer, “Why here? Has seclusion finally wiped out all your wits?”

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Hayden had almost forgotten her unpleasant encounter with the demon, with everything that had happened since, until he showed up to meet someone at her bar. The way he acted and spoke, she could tell part of the reason for his choice in locations was just to annoy her, and unfortunately for her it had worked. So when he entered Berserker's yet again, she couldn't help but glare until he found a seat by the bar where she was working. "You know, meeting your friends here I can live with, but if you're only here to piss me off, I will ban you. And that rarely happens so don't make me do it," she scowled.

To: Barbie @prurienthellhound​

From: Will

Merry Christmas! I can’t buy you friends, but I figured this is the next best thing.

Dodger Dros - Valentine’s Ball - Najelon Bast'adeul Bulgae / @prurienthellhound​

For some bizarre reason, whenever Dodger seemed to be on a date, and in the moments when Lenn had gone to grab drinks, Najelon was always a few steps behind him. Of course the Incubus was drawn towards feelings of lust, and considering they were at a Valentine’s Ball, his sense must be completely overloaded, but why he was buzzing around the Letharger Dodger had no idea.

“Well you look fancy,” he smirked, letting his fingers trail along the edges of the lace on Najelon’s shirt, “but you always dress smart don’t you?” He thought back to the last time they’d met, back at the play. At least Dodger had made a little more effort this time around, even if the shirt didn’t quite button up and he was without a tie. “Do I get a five out of ten for the attempt?”

                                                                                              @prurienthellhound  a  visit  to  nepenthe.  .  from  here.

 he  was  right.  .  she  did  like  it  here.  it  would  seem  he  pegged  her  likes  quicker  than  she  gave  him  credit  for.  not  like  she  tended  to  be  a  difficult  one  to  read.  in  fact,  tended  to  be  one  of  those  that  wore  it  all  on  her  sleeve.  prided  her  ability  to  do  that  ;  unlike  most  who  opted  to  hide  their  true  desires.  .  evangeline  had  always  been  all  about  going  for  them.  the  human’s  would  say  you  only  have  one  life  and  even  for  an  eternal  like  her.  .  that  was  true.

 did  as  instructed.  pulled  the  black  card  from  her  purse  as  she  stepped  through  the  door  and  used  it  to  garner  the  attention  of  the  first  employee  she  saw.  still  wasn’t  quite  sure  what  that  would  get  her  but.  .  she’d  find  out  soon.

closed for @prurienthellhound​

Since his return to Calamitous the first thing Enzo had done was secure a location for his many artistic treasures. The idea of opening a gallery was something the Fallen had been toying with but no decision had yet been made. There was however one person who Enzo knew would appreciate his latest additions for his collection and so he sought his old friend out. Finding Naj wasn’t too hard, and Enzo couldn’t help his playful smirk as he leaned in the doorway, wings settling against his back as icy blue eyes looked over the other. “It’s been too long old friend, although the time apart has given me the chance to expand my collection vastly, I’ve got many new pieces I know you’ll appreciate.” He grinned. 

location - lolita’s

status - closed; @prurienthellhound​​

what - late night offers

Ronan sighed. Behind the counter was a mess of epic proportions. Empty glasses, broken bottles, and spilled liquor coated the concrete floor. Paper napkins and plastic tumblers and overflowing ash trays pilled up on every available surface. Apparently, the last two shifts had been so slammed that no one could keep up with the mess. And now, naturally, the bar was dead. Two patrons sat nursing whiskey neat’s by the door, talking together in hushed tones, but that was about it.

Nothing but Ronan and his mess. 

Rolling up his sleeves, exposing lean, corded tan forearms, he set to work scooping broken glass and other hazards off the floor. From there, he swept and began emptying out all the ash trays into the trash. It was slow, methodical work and, normally, he would enjoy it. The simplicity. However, tonight, he was restless. Caged in and unhappy and, quite frankly, fed up with his lot in life. (Not like he did anything to change it, though.)

“Welp. Floor’s not going to mop itself.” He murmured, trying to psyche himself up for the task. He was convinced that, no matter how seriously he took the chore, the floor would always be sticky. And he would come out smelling like wet dog. Every single time.

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amos x naj || the myre casino

amos was the type of person who would do anything for the right price; money, drugs, shiny, new things. name it, and if it holds any value, amos would be already planning on a way to get it for himself ━ whether he would strike a deal or just simply steal it ━ it depended on his mood. he had an agreement with a demon ━ naj; handsome fucker, they got along for the most part ━ amos agreed on reserving for him little, dark rooms around the myre casino for his appointments, and naj would give him something in return; a percent of his income, a bag of pixie, a human or two to fuck around with ━ as long as it was something he was getting out of this, he would be happy. the only way for him to invest in anything, is if he’s guaranteed to win, nothing else is worth his energy.

​early hours of the day; there was some kind of a fight breaking out in the middle of one of the hallways on the third floor; eh, security could deal with it. amos wasn’t that good at his job anyway, he only took advantage of the perks of being a manager, and the fact that he was doing this for his dead brother’s sake. out of santiment ━ god, he wanted to puke from the very thought of it. 

fuck you, hache, for leaving me this place. a goddamn headache.

he popped a pill; a fun, purple one. his favourite, and awaited in front of one of the rooms for naj. by the time the man would be here, he’d be off the rails ━ flying around in another dimention. what a better way to start off the day. 

[text - naj] third floor. twenty seventh door on the left. 

[text - naj] ;) 

Curiosity||Hollis && Najelon

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If there was one thing about Hollis, it was the fact that he was pretty much ready for anything. He always had a bag of supplies on him and that bag held just about anything he could need to get someone back on their feet after any situation. Was he a little over prepared? For sure. But it was better to be safe than sorry, right?

Hollis wandered through the city with his bag over his left shoulder, watching the ground as walked. The male clutched a wooden cane tightly in his right hand to help assist with the strong limp he walked with. Most people were pretty confused how a werewolf could have such an injury. But even a werewolf can't repair itself from a muscle being ripped out. It was just something that he had to live with.

His thoughts were wandering a bit as he walked when suddenly, he a wail. His blue eyes widened and immediately, Hollis was on alert. He used his keen sense of smell (which was just about the only part of his wolf that he did use) to help pinpoint if there was blood on the air. Immediatley, the scent hit him and he began to move in that direction, going as fast he could.

After a moment, he found a young male on the ground, leaning against the nearest building, clutching his side. Hollis approached the male and looked him over quickly before kneeling beside him with a loud groan. His thigh did not like that but he didn't care. His main priority was helping this kid, "Hey." Hollis said, a smile on his features to assure the younger, "Everything's going to be okay." He told him, "I'm a medic. I'm here to help." Hollis nodded his head to reassure his statement before he took the bag off his shoulder and began to dig around for this necessary supplies.

🍺 Who has the best ass in Calamity?

"Naj. Who else would make leather look like that?"

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location: the nepenthe

Waverly had briefly seen the inside of the Nepenthe before, her senses overwhelmed by everything the place had to offer, but last time she was there she had noticed an entrance to the basement that was clearly not available to her kind. Hardly one to ever let that stop her, the mer watched it until she came up with a plan to see what she was missing. Tonight, she was determined to execute that plan and had made it to the basement for about a couple of seconds before she was caught. She put on her most innocent of smiles as the guards apparently called over the owner of the establishment to report her trying to sneak in. “This is all a total misunderstanding,” she lied. “Is this not the way to the washroom?” she added with wide doe eyes evoking a look of surprise. 

now, honestly Dracias…describe your dream partner in crime.

Touching his index and middle finger to his chin, pattering as he pondered. “I think I may get into trouble if I don’t simply answer with Naj.”

“But I had it once. The dream partner in crime. She and I bound, not two halves of a whole, but more than that. Complete without each other but together…it was something else. Forged between heaven and hell, to create a beauty neither passage could fathom.”

“We tore through the world together before it couldn’t take us anymore. And as heaven and hell could not be together, neither could we.”

@llucidream  /  @prurienthellhound

Will rode up and up and up on his magic carpet until the ding signaled his arrival at the new location. The incubus sure knew how to throw a swinging party. From the little goodies at the door, every employee working the floor made certain that the guests were happy as could be. If they weren’t, a small pill with a cartoonish face smiled back at them until swallowed. Then it would only be a few more moments before they were blissfully out of their minds with giddiness. Everything took on a rosy hue and softened edges. Even the electronic automated vacuum in a storage closet turned into a hidden treasure when Will tugged it out, spilling the contents of the closet for another to find. He had what he needed. Stealing someone else’s jacket, he covered the machine, riding it like a chariot towards the elevator. Yet another magic machine to add to his count this evening. 

“Wowee zowee this place is fancy!” Leaving the vacuum to make the trip back to the party alone, Will exited the elevator while his toy was unable to mind the gap. He was too busy drinking in all the colors surrounding him in the far better lit penthouse than the darkened club. Will vaguely recalled being told to meet someone on the rooftop, but he could not recall if the memory was from tonight or some long passed engagement. “Olly olly oxen free! Is anyone home?” If not, Will certainly wouldn’t mind making himself at home.

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+ 2 WANTED CONNECTIONS 

»  ADONIS ROMERO is looking for A BUSINESS PARTNER. They are around the age of UTP, are a UTP and they look like UTP. You DO need to contact the mun @DEATHBECKONS to discuss the connection. The premise of the connection is: Adonis doesn’t know of your betrayal. You go out and you gather employees for him, those willing to be fed off by vampires, though you’re not telling him the whole truth, are you? If you’re a vampire you’re not telling him that your actually compelling those of his employees who do not consent to being there, and if you’re not a vampire you’re not telling him that you take the unwilling to one to get them compelled before taking them to Coveted. Of course, you’re doing it because you get a cut from each feeder you bring to the club, and Adonis is very generous with you. He treats you like family and you betray him for Kochba... Is there anything you wouldn’t do for money? Is there anything you wouldn't do to hide your betrayal?

»  NAJELON BAST’ADEUL BULGAE is looking for LOVED ONE LOOKALIKE. They are around the age of UTP (younger than 137), are ANY SPECIES and they look like UTP. You DO need to contact the mun @prurienthellhound / @kisu | najelon to discuss the connection. The premise of the connection is: Naj has never loved in the traditional sense, not like he’s capable of it anyways, it’s all too muddy and twisted inside him, but still, some emotions can be just as strong if they help form bonds. However, to make things simpler, one could say that he loved the person that your character looks exactly like. He’s completely taken aback by it, by your muse. He never believed in reincarnation but it feels like a possibility after meeting them. It’s going to be dramatic and dangerous, Najelon doesn’t like feeling confused and powerless. He wants to know why. Why do they look like the person the made him feel lust in such a unique way? Like the cherished Demon he lost to war so long ago. (THIS CONNECTION CAN BE AN ALREADY EXISTING MUSE.)

Now honestly, Scarlett... do you regret what you helped Naj with when it came to Raven's prior associate? I think his name was Ryker.

. . . how they would normally respond

“ i haven’t got a clue as to what you’re talking about but i do know it’s none of your concern. ’

. . . how they would respond if they had to be totally honest

“ the only thing i regret is letting him die too quick. i should have made him suffer a little longer. ’

                                            @oftragxdy & @prurienthellhound