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He had been working on fixing his guitar, for whatever good it did. The strings were worn out and all but depleted. The few that did work sounded balefully out of tune. Dust had gathered on the bridge and the whining slider wouldn't stay in place. Watching him, Ian almost asked why Will didn't simply invest in a new guitar. But after an hour's TLC and hard work, the soulful blues that twanged in the midsummer air spoke for him. The guitar was Will's soul; plain and simple, and it sang to Ian.
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Ian was silent the whole time Will played and hummed, murmuring what lyrics he remembered under his breath. The little ghost flickered every so often, and the guitar would slip between sepia-tinted fingers as if unbalanced by Will’s lack of weight upon occasion. Finally slinking close enough to lean on Will, he helped him stay solid by humming along with him, and the guitar played them both into comfortable silence after a while. Ian slept. Will didn’t. And all was right with the world.

It was long past midnight when he had finally departed the slowly dwindling festivities of his host for the comforts of his bedchamber, like many of his fellow guests. He hadn't been quite tired, merely somewhat bored. The night's entertainment ceasing to be of amusement.
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Not nearly enough chaos he had surmised. Certainly there had been a few things that had brought a smirk to his face, a chuckle from his lips. Like the particularly drunken nobleman (of who’s name he really hadn’t cared to remember) that had groped the other nobleman’s wife. Which resulted in quite a few heated words, and then laughter. Much to his disappointment.

In the end he had grown bored and really saw no point in gracing their presence further, so instead decided it was high time to return to his allotted chambers, preferably with a paramour, or two, in tow. He had gotten his wish, but unfortunately only one. A pretty little blushing and nervously giggling blond thing. He couldn’t quite recall her name, but she was a daughter of a duke, or at least as far as he could remember. Either way it mattered not.

Flickering flames from fat tallow candles produced great leaping shadows that danced and pranced about the room and across the pale, goose pimpled skin of the young girl. Dark, almost cold eyes drunk in her appearance. From the freed tumbling curls of her blond hair, to her toes as they curled against the carpet beneath his scrutiny. Slowly he raised his hands to her bare shoulders, resting them there as he lent in, his actions prompting a shiver of anticipation.

His lips ghosted against her own and just as she shut her eyes a loud knock sounded from the door. The girl huffed and Set let out his own disdainful groan. ”What is it?” His question was left unanswered. However the door slowly opened and from behind it came a woman clutching a candle within one hand.

”Oh, my apologies. I did not intend to disturb.” The tone of her voice gave no hint of her being earnestly apologetic, rather it was laced with amusement. ”You may leave us.” She then addressed the young girl, stepping slightly to the side to enable her passage through the door.

For a moment the girl stared in shock, shifting her gaze from the woman and then to Set, as if pleading for him to let her stay. In the end she did leave, grabbing her discarded clothing, hurrying out past the new comer and shutting the large old doors behind herself.

”Now who do you think… Morrigan?” An impish smirk tugged at the corners of the woman’s lips as she curtsied, inclining her head in greeting. ”Long time no see, Set my dear.” Carefully she sat the candle within her grasp upon a nearby table before advancing towards him, her steps slow, graceful, yet calculated. Set watched his fellow god, a rather unamused frown quickly gracing his features. ”Was it really necessary to send her off?”

”Of course. I would not be able to talk with you otherwise.” She stopped a few inches before him and cocked her head as bright, almost otherworldly blue eyes took in every part of him. ”I see you are near fully dressed, yet that girl was all the way down to her small clothes. Ever the sly one.” He huffed in displeasure at her words, bottom lip protruding in a pout before making way to a wolfish smile. ”We could always continue where she and I left off?”

A chuckle bubbled from Morrigan’s lips then, dark locks fluttering as she shook her head. ”I would not allow you her, so you settle for me? I do not think so.” He huffed once more. ”I did not mean it as such, you ever love twisting my words.” She nodded, leaning in to give his cheek a mocking pat. ”I do love it so. It brings me much amusement to rile you up.”

Before she could withdraw her hand, he seized her wrist in a near iron like grip, bringing it up to his lips to plant a kiss on the pale skin, smirking darkly up at her all the while.

”I believe I had forgotten just how cheeky you are.” A faint smile danced upon her lips as she stared down at him, her free hand finding it’s way to his chest. Long fingers tip-toed their way up to his pectoral and then began to press until Morrigan had forced Set onto the edge of the bed. ”You are proving distracting, Set dear.”

”Oh but I enjoy distracting you.” He grinned, tugging on her wrist to pull her closer to him till she needed to use himself and the bed as support in order to stay stood upright. ”Surely whatever you wish to discuss with me can wait for the morrow?” For a moment or two she was silent, blue eyes flickering upward as she considered his words. ”I suppose you are right, it can wait for the morrow.”

The smile upon his lips widened. He had triumphed. ”Goodnight, Set dear.” Or not. His smile fell as Morrigan placed a tender kiss upon his brow before withdrawing from him, somehow having gotten free from his grip. Turning away she strode off and retrieved her candle. One last time she inclined her head to him, before slipping off out the door and into the night and leaving Set very, very frustrated.

"What about Bubble Boy?" Cliff mused, staring at the ceiling with Liam's head in his lap. One set of fingers wove between dark curls and tugged them free from their combed waves. "I mean, I make shields like--like bubbles, so." He paused, then glanced down in time to see Liam's broad smile break out across his unshaven features. "Or you could laugh at me, that's cool too."
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I giggled omg



Liam is so happy.

"Just promise me," Ian's eyes fluttered and he ducked his head against Will's shoulder, shaken by the tremors of the moon rising behind the thickening cloud cover. "Promise me--you won't--you won't let me out." His lips brushed Will's pulse and the young man felt the graze of dangerous teeth. "Don't let me go out tonight." Nodding jerkily, Will grabbed Ian by the arm and hauled him away to somewhere safer, trying to shake off a chill he couldn't understand. Why did he always have to take charge?
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"Will, help me," Ian seethed, stumbling against the door frame, silhouetted by the late-August storm. "Help me. Don't wanna change. Not out here, not in the street." Frantically dragging him over the threshold with a cuss, Will hissed, "What're you doing? You can't expect to transform in here! Fuck! There's antiques and shit--" Will squawked to silence as he was thrust against the nearest wall, Ian's arm securely locked under his chin. "Then again they may not actually be that valuable."
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;v; My babies omg.

-jumping around and sobbing- 

"The fuck is goin' on?" Quinton demanded when he was finally allowed to speak. Dionysus only sighed and fixed the stranger's shirt for him. "Very persuasive dare," he answered vaguely, but Quinton knew instantly what he meant. Then the taller man winked with a smirk before he finally left.
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Quinton got up and answered the knock on his door. When he laid eyes on the slightly taller, dark-haired man with striking blue eyes, the bartender quirked a brow. "Yeah?" Dionysus narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Are you Quinton Rodgers?" The man in question was suddenly on guard. "Depends on who's askin'," he replied. The god merely rolled his eyes before he grabbed Quinton by the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. Lingering for a few moments, he growled then broke away.
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"I don't want you to stop," Will whispered, dragging Ian's reluctant fingers across the claw marks and the crescent on his hip. He hauled him nearer; wound up against him, swaying softly with his lips against Ian's neck. "I don't ever want you to stop." The wolf barely suppressed a whine as he bowed his head against Will's shoulder, nudging his nose against his bare collarbone. Will uttered a soft laugh, half a keen and half a whimper. "Ian I've wanted you since day once, I just didn't know it."
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-melting slowly-


''It won't scar will it?'' Brunette locks fluttered as the woman shook her head, a hearty chuckle leaving her lips. ''No. But if it will give you peace of mind,'' She leaned over and gently kissed the closed wound. ''A kiss to make it better.''
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