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msmayaparker​:

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Barachiel wasn’t entirely wrong this time either. She was all too familiar with the difference between wanting and needing something. Her green eyes searched his expression for a long moment, trying to decide what his motives really were. It was quite the gesture, whatever he meant by it. From the little she knew about the weapon in his hand, it was an incredibly powerful tool. Turning it down entirely would probably be stupid. Especially when this was the second person to worry about her safety now that she was with Warren. She worried though that having such a powerful weapon wouldn’t make her a target in itself. 

In the end, Maya had to trust her gut. She took the blade from him. In a shimmering transformation, it changed from a short sword into a pocketknife. She hardly knew how to swordfight. Rather, she knew how to scrap and how to street fight where the primary goal was getting away rather than winning. “And what about me?” she asked, “I hardly want to disintegrate myself because I accidentally caught my thumb.” 

As far as his offer to teacher her though, she was less sure. Warren could probably teach her too, but she knew that he would rather stay as far away from violence as possible. She could talk to Sebastian or maybe Erik. “And I know we’re civil and this is a nice thing you’re trying to do here, but I don’t think we’re really at sparring levels of trust yet,” she added. 

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he watched the blade shimmer and turn from a majestic blade into a small pocketknife. that said more about maya than perhaps a majority of things would. it was a shame but, it would suit whatever style she wished to use - much like his own was the image of an ancient khopesh. a sickle blade with a hook for tearing harshly at victims and slicing through flesh. unnaturally violent, just like how barachiel could be.

“you’re not holy, nor celestial, nor demonic. i just suggest you be careful,” was his reply with a shrug, as if he didn’t really care if she disintegrated or not. the archangel had to agree with her that they both won’t really at that level yet, he still offered anyways because, on some level, barachiel was overcompensating.

“i have to agree,” he took another sip of the water given, before easily downing the whole glass. “i hope you two are very happy together,”

#msmayaparker #( * thread ! barachiel&maya #( * barachiel ! speaking

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cosmicxpetals​:

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“Business it is then.” Ezra gestures for the other to take a sit.” Well then, what exactly do you propose mister…?” Whatever the other was one thing the werewolf knew, he was powerful, could probably snap him in two if he wanted to.” I have to say that I never considered doing business with a florist, the restaurant already has it’s decorations but I’m open to new ideas.”

he sat opposite ezra, watching the wolf with stormy eyes as he asked for a name. “barachiel,” the archangel did have ideas, and he would need to begin sharing them if he was going to live here. he had never thought about taking a moniker, or even a fake surname, though maybe if he was going to do business, perhaps he should. “i’m offering fresh flowers daily for decorations not only in the restaurant but, herbs for the kitchen and edible flower decorations. fruit from trees to,”

#cosmicxpetals #( * thread ! barachiel&ezra #( * barachiel ! speaking

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msmayaparker​:

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“That is what folks say,” Maya replied. She would figure out some way to repay Abraham. It was important to her to show gratitude. Plus, there was something to be said for wanting not to owe people. That fear, of unpaid debts, had lessened since coming to Hollow’s Creek, but still held onto its roots in the back of her head. “That sounds perfect,” she said. The vampire bite was clear on her neck. She still covered the burns on the other side, but she didn’t feel ashamed of the bite in the same way. She added, “I really appreciate it. This jacket’s been with me through a lot.” 

he ran his fingers over the rip so clearly caused by nails, then the next where material had been forcefully pulled apart by whatever had attacked maya that night. it would take whatever skill he had to best fix it, glancing up and nodding with a small smile on his face. “i get that. got a belt an’ a buckle that’s my pride and joy,” abraham sympathised, as many of his clothes could count as heirlooms. “how you uh, doin’ anyways?” there is concern in his voice as he motions to his own neck, where maya’s bite was on hers.

#msmayaparker #( * thread ! abraham&maya #( * abraham ! speaking

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cosmicxpetals​:

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“ A poet as ever Abraham.” Rosalie chuckles.” You could have shoot me plenty of times but here I stand to this day. Do feel free to try, I bet your aim has gotten better ever since we last spoke.” Instead of doing what he said she steps closer, taking a better look of the place.” So this is where your life has lead you? Still single I assume.”

she still managed to get under his skin without even trying, decades upon decades of hunting her, trying to end her life, then letting her go, all building up every time the two came back together. the vampire set his jaw, hand immediately going to his hip where his revolver lay in its holster. “shut your damn mouth,” abraham snapped. “what’n the hell are ya doing here anyways? ‘cause i ain’t gonna let ya cause trouble,” he completely brushed aside any questions she was asking. 

#cosmicxpetals #( * thread ! abraham&rosalie #( * abraham ! speaking

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trevormallardi​:

Trevor felt a small ache in his chest seeing how much the store had changed. How those spaces where he had shared memories with Irvin were now gone to show a very different place. It looked good, though. “It has nothing to do with how old you are. I simply did not take you for someone interested in flowers,” he said walking to check the displays, “It is my mistake, clearly. I don’t know you enough to have assumed anything,” he admitted. Trevor was again surprised by the answer he got form the archangel, “I always imagined angels and archangels wanted to go back to heaven,” he said with a sad expression, knowing that it had not been his father’s wish.

“hm.” was barachiel’s reply, still not once looking over to see his nephew.  he tidied up a half finished display, hands gently cupping unopened buds, watching them with a fondness he never gave anything else as they bloomed so suddenly into flawless white roses. “they’re my domain. i have great power over lightning but, flowers to,” the two halves perfectly encapsulated his personality, he felt. then, the moment trevor’s father was mentioned he did glance over at him. the nephilim looked like shit, for reasons barachiel could only guess at. not the nephilim, your nephew. “you don’t know a lot about heaven, and i won’t explain it for it won’t change your view on it, probably. all i will say is, it can be incredibly tedious, and boring and...lonely,”

#trevormallardi #( * thread ! barachiel&trevor #( * barachiel ! speaking

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msmayaparker​:

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To some extent, it was true. As she had told Warren, and a few others, Maya had never been in a romantic relationship with anyone. Let alone with a centuries old horseman But she wasn’t about to admit that to Barachiel. Her eyebrow raised when the angel said that he cared about Warren’s happiness more than he used to. She decided against asking if he meant more than when they had been on the outs or the whole time they had known each other. After all, they were trying to be civil. 

She said nothing as Barachiel talked. She wasn’t sure what to say. Her eyes widened as he pulled an angelic blade into her apartment. Warren had told her that it was one of the few weapons that could actually kill him, or any of the other horsepeople she presumed. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to comprehend the offer. 

Maya shook her head, “I don’t want that.” It was more of a kneejerk reaction than anything. She didn’t want anything so deadly or dangerous. “And let’s be real, one blade isn’t going to protect me from someone with a thousand years experience on me,” she added.

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“wanting and needing are two different things. this is the second time i will offer it to you, and i won’t again,” barachiel told her, stern as ever, blade still waiting to be taken from his own hand to hers. in his mind, this was the right thing to do; he’d given up any notion of winning warren back. the archangel had blown his chance, and therefore misery was all he deserved until he felt otherwise. this had been a feeling that had been going on for thousands of years, however, and couldn’t quite be shaken.

if she didn’t taken it, then that was her fault, not his. it was a large gesture, yes but, one he thought was at least...kind. it wasn’t maya’s fault she was attracted to his ex, and vice versa. the thought didn’t make it sting any less.

“it will when you consider all that’s needed is a slash, a stab. makes us disintegrate,” he knows all too well how a tool can be used against angels, for he’s done it himself many times before. “then if you take it, i shall show you how to use it. if not - i’m sure the embodiment of war knows his way around such a weapon,”

#msmayaparker #( * thread ! barachiel&maya #( * barachiel ! speaking

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angstfactory​:

“I think this is the last of it,” Samantha said as she carefully levied the heavy box in her arms to the faux wood. This was her third home within the past year, her second move. The last landlord basically told her she had a month to find a new place because of the water damage done from the washer. They definitely hadn’t been happy to find she had painted her bedroom a bright yellow, either. No, she didn’t get her deposit back. And now here she was, officially downgraded to a studio. It was a conscious decision of hers, actually. River and she had shared a mansion of a place for so many years, despite it really only being just the two of them– it had always felt so drafty, so empty. The last place had been a one-bedroom and honestly… Even that had been too big for her. Her previous apartment really brought it into perspective how few possessions she actually had in this world. 

“Sorry, I guess I could have done this by myself,” Samantha admitted as she stared around at the few solo boxes littering the small living area. Truth be told, she had already known that even before she asked the rancher for some assistance. These days, she kind of just needed the company and he was a quiet fellow, which she appreciated. Sometimes, it was nice to have just someone there. Though his hours were always strange because he would only ever come around after the sun started going down. Which made sense, yes, because of what he was, but she had met plenty of others that would be out in daylight hours too. “Here,” Samantha pulled out some folded cash she had at the ready for him, “and I bought some of the drinks you like… They are cold? Just– as an extra thank you for all the help, recently.”  @porksodamp3​

it seemed the recent influx of people out of hollows creek with the barrier coming down had been beneficial to abraham, who was only to happy to be paid cash in hand to help them all out. packing boxes, hauling around anything they desired of him...as long as it was dusk when he did so. another text from sam was something he hadn’t expected - she seemed like a pretty self-sufficient gal. turns out the washing machine malfunction had been a little more serious than abraham had anticipated. 

“naw, you ain’t gotta apologise. i get paid for it, yer loss really,” the vampire teased her good naturedly, putting down the larger box he’d been holding amongst the others and wiping his hands on the denim of his jeans afterwards. “not like i’m doing anything better,” which was true. many had left with those who they loved and it left abraham feeling somewhat...alone. in a way he hadn’t in a very long time.

he took the money, slipped it into his back pocket and he looked...surprised when sam admitted she’d bought him some alcohol. it couldn’t particularly touch him like it used to but...”ya didn’t need ta do that,” abraham says. “could i interest ya in sharing a few? not like i got a busy evening. unless ya wanna get started unpacking,”

#angstfactory #( * abraham ! speaking #( * thread ! abraham&samantha

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cosmicxpetals​:

starter for @porksodamp3​ (Abe)

Rosalie steps into the stables, of course the man would be here, some people just never changed,  She approaches carefully, it’s been years since they last saw each other and  Rosalie wasn’t sure how his reaction would be once he saw her. Better to be cautious. ” Hello Abraham.” She  smile once she sees  the other vampire.” Miss me?”

he stills he he hears another set of footsteps enter the stable, the smell of perfume wafts in his nostrils and, no sooner anger begins to thrum through his body. his duchess is here, the woman responsible for his immortality, for the sin of murder that he carries around like a shackle upon his ankle. abraham turns then, gaze intense, jaw set with a concealed anger that threatens to break the surface. “miss you? not in this fuckin’ lifetime, nor the next,” god, she still looked the same. beautiful, deadly. yet, he knew only evil lay in her un-beating heart. “i suggest you get out of here before i fuckin’ shoot you dead,”

#cosmicxpetals #( * abraham ! speaking #( * thread ! abraham&rosalie

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msmayaparker​:

[TXT to Abraham] See you in thirty

Maya walked up to the ranch, holding her torn jacket in her hand. She had cleaned the blood and dirt off the pieces herself, but sewing the sleeve back on had been beyond her abilities. When she saw Abraham, she smiled warmly. “Hey, you’re a lifesaver,” she said, “I’d offer to bake you cupcakes or something to pay you back. But I feel like that’s wouldn’t really work for you.” 

he smiled when she came over, perhaps more warmer to maya than he’d been towards the majority of people in hollow creek. the barrier had been lifted, yet the restlessness the cowboy had felt in his old bones had...dissipated. perhaps it wasn’t wanderlust that had consumed him but, rather the fear of being trapped. abraham was no longer trapped, and therefore could stay here at his leisure, free in the knowledge he could simply leave whenever now. “thought that counts, ain’t that what folks say?” the vampire replied, taking the jack off her and humming as he inspected it. “take me a couple’a days. i can text ya when it’s done?”

#msmayaparker #( * thread ! abraham&maya #( * abraham ! speaking

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msmayaparker​:

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Maya tried not to watch the angel as he looked around the apartment. It didn’t matter what he thought of it. It didn’t matter what anyone but her thought of it. Although it was literally to give her get well soon gift, she couldn’t help but wonder what really brought him here. Sure, they had agreed to be civil. As far as she knew though that didn’t require gifts. Although, who knew really, maybe he wanted to be friends. He wouldn’t be the first incredibly powerful being to take a liking to her, not that she could figure out why. 

Her brow furrowed briefly as she didn’t understand his joke. “Okay, sounds good,” she said. She busied herself grabbing them both water. At his question, she nodded. “Yeah, it’s how I do my magic.” As she handed him a glass of water, she added, “I was just making some bread for a friend. Part of saying thanks for saving my life. Again.” She gave a smile like it hadn’t fucked her up for at least a week, like she didn’t still have nightmares about it. 

With her own glass of water, she sat down in a chair opposite him. His words brought confusion to her expression again. She wasn’t sure where he was going with this. It didn’t seem like a threat, although she didn’t completely discount the possibility. There was a brief flash of guilt across her face as Barachiel described her relationship with Warren. It was certainly much more serious than she had told the angel previously. “Okay,” she said slowly before continuing, “Erik’s already warned me I’m fragile, so if that’s what you’re here for you don’t have to worry about it. I know what I’m getting into.” That wasn’t entirely true. Maya had thought she had gotten into a friends with benefits arrangement and it had quickly spiraled into far more than that. However, that was clearly not what Barachiel was referring to. 

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“you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” was his immediate reply to that with a shake of his head, nodding in thanks for the water and taking a sip of it before rolling up his sleeves. “i do worry about it, because despite what you both may think i do...care for warren. i care about his happiness, more so than i used to,” this is how barachiel would make it up to him, this was the ultimate apology. letting the horseman be with someone else he clearly liked, and making sure she would be safe. or - safe-r at least.

“he puts everything in. he is a passionate and kind lover. i have been with many people but, i have only loved one. this is why i’m giving you the tools to defend and protect yourself,” the archangel’s eyes glowed softly, the same with his palms, not like the party where they had been stormy with fury. this was ethereal, warm, and he reached out into another plane of existence to bring through -

a short sword. the edge was inscribed in a long dead language known only to angels. enochian. the lights in the apartment flickered.

“this is an angelic blade. it takes out angels, and demons. might even take out a horseman if you try,” barachiel explained, eyes never leaving maya’s as if trying to stress how important this was. it wasn’t everyday a mere mortal was simply bequeathed such a thing. in fact...never.

“touch it. it’ll change to your preferred blade of choice,” and he offered it out to her.

#msmayaparker #( * thread ! barachiel&maya #( * barachiel ! speaking

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trevormallardi​:

Trevor found it bitter sweet to walk around some places in town. The memory of Irvin still fresh in his and and heart, but he tried to smile to those instead of letting sadness take over. That until he walked down the street when his ex lover’s shop was. Or used to be. He noticed the name had changed and so has the owned. What he didn’t expect was to see his uncle there. He sighed and decided to go see how much he had chanced a place that meant so much to him.

He crossed the door and looked around until he found the archangel there, “Of all people in this town, you’re the one I never thought would buy this shop,” he said in a neutral tone, trying to keep a friendly expression on his face and body language. “I thought all archangels had fled town.”

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with so many leaving the moment the barrier was lifted, many businesses were left abandoned, or empty. barachiel had decided for once to do something he truly wanted to; that was, take over the local florists. the shop was already in good shape, though he had decided on new colour schemes and a few new displays. greens had been traded for royal blues, greys and golds, the back falling out into a large greenhouse where people were free to choose some of the more tropical plants the archangel was able to grow.

he would need this. it would be something to put his energy into. barachiel could no longer stay mad at warren, or anyone else. there was a cavity in his chest that had been rotting for centuries, and now he needed to stuff it full of things in an attempt to close it. flowers seemed a good choice.

barachiel barely glanced up as the bell above the door rang as somebody entered, knowing trevor’s signature the moment he entered the threshold. “people can surprise you. even old ones, like me,” there was no trace of humour in his voice. “hm. no. i don’t have anything to go back to. might as well stay here. i loved earth once, maybe i could learn to again,”

#trevormallardi #( * thread ! barachiel&trevor #( * barachiel ! speaking

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cosmicxpetals​:

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Ezra glances of at the other charming smile already at the ready.” Well, don’t just stand there. I promise that I don’t bite, unless I’m asked to of course.” He laughs at that, shaking his head.” Come on now, what is it that you want? Not that I mind a good conversation but I do have a busy day ahead of me.”

the charming smile was lost on someone like barachiel, who’s stormy expression seemed only harsher the past few days as he realised he was one of the few archangels that stayed. stayed and lived. he had decided to further busy himself, so not to allow grief to settle in further. the archangel of lightning had become accustomed to loss once, and now it was time to do it again.

“i’m here to talk business,” he said, dark eyes watching the werewolf. what an ego, how annoying. “you own a restaurant. i own a florists. my business could benefit yours,”

#cosmicxpetals #( * barachiel ! speaking #( * thread ! barachiel&ezra

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cosmicxpetals​:

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“ Oh, come on it will be fun I promise!” Diego smiles.” It will be just the two of us having a walk in the woods under the night sky, looking for old buildings. I need to do some research and it would be more fun with you, I’d love to have your company, please?”

“we have completely different ideas of fun,” suzie pointed out, though their smile was both infectious and disarming. ever since the barrier had come down, the dragoness had no reason to stay cooped up in doors all day...the world was her oyster. she had her fire back and yet...something still held her back. fear still held her back. exploring the woods with diego would get her out a little, the first time she’d left the town limits since she came. “fine, i’ll come with you, only so you don’t get eaten by any monsters in the woods,”

#cosmicxpetals #( * suzie ! speaking #( * thread ! suzie&diego

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blindspct​:

the ice cream shop was busy, as it always was this time of year. the summer weather brought the customers in who were craving a sweet treat that would surely cool them down. marie was working the counter but she seemed a little off and to be honest, maisie couldn’t help but worry a little. she wondered if the rush of customers had given her some sort of anxiety and if maybe she needed a break. she came up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder as her face twisted with worry. “are you okay?”

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it had been a difficult adjust, working around lots of people; that’s why marie’s other job was quite isolated, for the dead rarely had spirits attached to them anymore. the living, on the other hand, carried them around like baggage they weren’t aware of. still, corpse cosmetologist didn’t pay a lot, so the ice cream parlour made up the rest of the rent. maisie was as sweet as any new mother could be, and took her ideas on board; they were trialling pandan custard and thai milk tea next week.

the problem was of course, customers. it was mostly fine, some simply having old or young people next to them, staring at marie as if they were surprised they could see her but some were just....parts. one particular had been a young man without a face, dressed in motorcycle gear. she’d dropped what she was serving the minute he made eye-contact with her, fleshy pulp of a face desperately beginning to try and get her attention.

“shit!” the woman swore, replacement tub of cookies ‘n’ cream clattering to the floor at the feeling of a hand on her shoulder. marie whipped round, only to see her boss. “yeah. sorry. fine just...clumsy, sorry,” it wasn’t something she so readily enjoyed discussing; seeing dead people.

#blindspct #( * marie ! speaking #( * thread ! marie&maisie

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[ to maya ]: always got time for you darlin'

porksodamp3​:

[ to maya ]: thats cuz its a lost art in these times

[ to maya ]: not to me though. bring it by, i can fix it up easy in a couple of days.

[TXT to Abraham] Excellent, are you free in like 30 minutes? 

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[ to maya ]: thats cuz its a lost art in these times

[ to maya ]: not to me though. bring it by, i can fix it up easy in a couple of days.

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[TXT to Abraham] Weird question, would you know how to repair a leather jacket?

[TXT to Abraham] The sleeve of mine got torn off and Google has been useless 

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Now Apocalypse (2019 —)

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