#facio

[yourdailyqueer]

Sara Facio

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

DOB: 18 April 1932  

Ethnicity: White - Argentinian

Occupation: Photographer

Note: Instrumental in establishing a publishing house for photographic work in Latin America and for the creation of a prominent photographic exhibition space in Argentina.

#Sara Facio #lesbianism #wlw #lgbtq #lgbt #female #lesbian #1932 #white #argentinian #hispanic #photographer

[lentecreativo]

#Jeanne Moreau #Sara Facio #Photo #Film

[thelioncourts]

Any updates on Facio ut Facias? I feel like Louis I need to know what Armand wants to talk about

facio ut facias is technically done, but. I need to reread it and edit some parts because I'm Unhappy. however:

"You're lingering, Rashid," Armand said, not even bothering to look up at where Rashid was standing straight-backed between their offices. He kept his eyes on Louis as he said it and Louis was helpless to look anywhere else either, so it was only the sound of Rashid's voice, his very polite, "Apologies, Sir," that indicated Rashid's lingering presence at all. However, that "Apologies, Sir," was followed by a pregnant pause, then a stammering, out of character, "It's just that --" before the iron-clad will of Rashid, or of God himself, shut the man's mouth again. At that, Armand did look up and away, allowing Louis a moment to breathe. At this angle, Louis was close enough to intimately see the way the shadows fell under Armand's sharp jaw, the way they danced across his collar bones, and fitted themselves in nicely along the neckline of his still-too-low shirt. It was distracting. It was distracting enough that Louis missed whatever communication was going on between Armand and Rashid in that moment because suddenly Armand was beckoning Louis inside while he stayed at the door, saying softly, "I'll only be a moment. Do make yourself comfortable, Louis," and Rashid was stepping closer, taking Louis' spot at Armand's side. Louis did as Armand bid him to do, walking into the office with the same wide-eyed wonder as earlier, but he couldn't help but throw cursory glances at the door, the door that was now only open inches wide, allowing Louis to see but the briefest glimpses of both men, of their dark hair, of Armand's towering presence. That 'Were they...?' shot forward in Louis' mind, blinked itself bright and warningly as the door briefly closed even more, but it didn't have time to burn to full brightness, didn't have time to fester, because all too soon the door opened back up to full wideness and Armand was turning on his heel, calling over his shoulder, "You're dismissed for the evening, Rashid. Do close the door," and Rashid was looking at Louis full-on with something unreadable in his eyes, something -- "Louis." And just as suddenly as 'Were they...?' had shot forward in Louis' mind, had blinked bright and warningly, a new thought, a more dangerous one, did as well. Because there was something dangerous in being here, wasn't there? Alone. With Armand. 

#facio ut facias #my writing #loumand #like???? there's this one particular section that i want to wring my hands around #but it is technically done

[el-costae]

OCs height chart [silhouette form]

1-facio is the world they live in and they live in pseudo-britain

OC names left to right:

• Tav-Agādha Eoptolemaeus Mu Shulin Solais Il Diavolo (Alias: Il Diavolo or Shulin Solais)

• Cesare Balteo

• Rom Seng Ba

• Oreste Beau Ventura (Alias: F. Blom-Oreste, the F stands for Favonius)

• Reab El Costae [my current persona]

• Shaula, Kierscht Lanceolata Johannes or Kierscht Asael (Alias: D.P-Lambda)

odd names, but it’s because all of them are non-human except for Oreste

this is Reab, next to Levi Asael, one of my tallest characters at default height

#CEN #personal work #1-facio #1-facio britain #asael #el costae #art dump #such great heights #height chart #oc character #original character

[cynical-bee]

This is definitely my favorite pic from my first time at Disney idk what was happening but i love it and its chaos

#me #my face #disney #disney world #personal #picture #pics #meeeeee #its my face #ITS A ME MAH FACIO

[lonesomedreamereccentriclover]

Happy Birthday Ridley Scott!

#Ridley Scott #celeb birthdays #cult film director #fashion photography #b/w portrait #red carpet fashion #Alien #Sigourney Weaver #Blade Runner #Harrison Ford #Giannina Facio #The Hollywood Reporter

[uruguayonline]

Uruguay estudiará viabilidad de tren a hidrógeno para pasajeros en área metropolitana

“Nuestro país no se puede amputar la posibilidad de analizar en profundidad la implementación del transporte ferroviario de pasajeros y la multimodalidad en el área”, sostuvo el ministro de Transporte y Obras Públicas, José Luis Falero. En los próximos 12 meses se estudiará la iniciativa de implementación de un tren de pasajeros que una las ciudades de Canelones y 25 de Agosto con…

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#Falero #Jose Luis Falero #Ministra Elisa Facio #Ministro de Transporte y Obras Públicas Jose Luis Falero #Ministro Falero #Nueva línea de tren de pasajeron en Uruguay #tren de hidrógeno en área metropolitana #Uruguay estudia viabilidad del tren de hidrógeno

[love1979]

„Gladiator“ (2000)

#maximus decimus meridius #russel crowe #giannina facio #gladiator #rome

[gomissionsmile]

#Facio Maxillary Surgery #best dentist in kolkata

[olivierdemangeon]

GLADIATOR (2000) ★★★★★

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#Adam Levy #Connie Nielsen #David Hemmings #David Schofield #Derek Jacobi #Djimon Hounsou #Giannina Facio #Giorgio Cantarini #Joaquin Phoenix #John Shrapnel #Oliver Reed #Omid Djalili #Ralf Möller #Richard Harris #Ridley Scott #Russell Crowe #Spencer Treat Clark #Sven-Ole Thorsen #Tomas Arana #Tommy Flanagan

[dwreader]

@iwtvfanevents

a meal 2 remember: loumand symbiotic slay

this list is focused on fics that beautifully capture loumand's strange at times disturbingly co-dependent bond. it's a long list so i'm not going to summarize here so please take care to check tags/warnings/summaries!

your heart inside my chest by flowerpots (e)

i am amazed by peace by boltcutters (e)

the first taste by boltcutters (e)

false scandal by the_lame_goat (e)

glass by serpentskirts (e)

equity by weathermood (e)

instruction by weathermood (e)

he's inside me, he takes out my insides, he sews me up by pastellovelyblue (m)

prey drive by the_lame_goat (e)

it's my own heart by snakesandrabbits (e)

charred by blacclotuss (e)

visiting by snakesandrabbits (e)

facio ut facias by thelioncourts (e)

ritual and repetition by gaypiratedivorce (t)

lingering by baberainbow (e)

#a meal to remember #vampterview #2 meal 2 remember #loumand #iwtvfanevents

[viejospellejos]

Un joven de 21 años pasa cuatro días de fiesta sin saber que le habían disparado en la cabeza:

En Río de Janeiro, Brasil, un joven de 21 años llamado Mateus Facio celebró la llegada del Año Nuevo durante cuatro días sin darse cuenta de que una bala estaba alojada en su cabeza.

Durante la festividad, Mateus sintió un golpe en la cabeza. Inicialmente, pensó que alguien le había lanzado una piedra.

“A pesar de la herida, al detenerse la hemorragia, el joven olvidó el incidente y continuó con la celebración. Fue solo después de experimentar espasmos en su brazo derecho cuatro días después que decidió buscar ayuda médica.”

Dos días después del incidente, Mateus ingresó al hospital y se sometió a una tomografía computarizada, revelando la presencia de una bala en su cerebro. Inmediatamente fue sometido a una delicada operación que le salvó la vida, pasando después dos días en cuidados intensivos.

El chaval, mientras, de fiesta:

#noticia #disparo #bala #fiesta

[thelioncourts]

I've been real absent online the last couple of months, but I can't miss out on @iwtvfanevents 'a meal to remember' because we are so incredibly blessed with beautifully creative and talented people in this fandom who constantly inspire and allow me to forever-wander in the world of Louis de Pointe du Lac, my most darling and favorite character ❤️ this won't be nearly as organized as I'd like it to be, won't say all I want to say, and I will inevitably miss somebody and/or some fic, but just know that there is so much wonderful content out there, especially by so many of the people on this list that anyone can check out at any point:

twelve days/nine months by @devotiondroid & @weather-mood daniel/louis/armand modern human au quite literally the fic that saved the holiday season for me. when new chapters of 'twelve days' would post, I would drop everything to go read it and would count down the days until the next update was set to happen. 'nine months' is a wip in the same verse and just as stunning. it's no surprise it's amazing; it's toni and it's bri, two people shining with so much talent it's blinding. and their powers combined?? oh my god. (there's also a one-shot in this verse called 'saint valentine' and my brain broke reading it, idk) now, just a list of @devotiondroid fics that changed me as a person: daniel/louis (and a little louis/armand as of now) human au quicksilver/mercury a danlou noir au that I reread a couple of weeks ago just to feel something again and then toni up and posted its prequel 'mercury' and I simply couldn't cope. the noir vibes paired with the gorgeously yearning story is just !!! everything.

daniel/louis modern human au

baby, I'm your man

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WOULD READ 1000000k of this world. the idea of it, the complete ache of this story, has stuck with me, buried somewhere between my ribs, and I'll forget about it for a second then remember and it'll hit me like truck how wonderful it is. toni................m o r e lestat/louis human au my neck, her rope solar plexus hit of a fic. oh, oh the loustat dynamics....it's gorgeous and the concept is !!!!!!!!!! everything to me and now, my list of @weather-mood fics that, when posted, I quite literally become/became a dragon needing to hoard the newfound treasure immediately: armand/louis (armand/louis/REAL RASHID) canon-verse instruction real rashid, my beloved ;;;; no but, honestly, bri has made real rashid so important to me and to loumand, she's why he exists in my first (unfinished) loumand fic 'facio ut facias' because he's just that important. but bri also just always puts into her fics the gorgeous way that loumand are so perfect together, the way they are consumed with one another's existence. armand/louis canon-verse-esque rumpelstiltskin

FAIRY TALE AU. bri is also the inspiration behind my unposted and ongoing fairy tale au because no one does it like her and this one is......oh god, the way armand is the only character that could have ever been in this, the way he fits into louis' life to be this exact character.......don't talk to me lestat/louis; armand/louis; armand/louis/daniel siren au THE ENTIRE PART OF YOUR WORLD (ONCE UPON A WINE DARK SEA) VERSE y'all don't need me to tell you how perfect it all is. I think about it constantly, I've told real life friends about it, it's everything, every single fic of it is everything. lily/lestat pirouette by @weather-mood and @nlbv/@ouizaya

it's so interesting thinking about lestat in those weeks and months of hunting louis, of how he found out things about him from others, how he got lily so involved, how she died because of it all, and the way bri and zaya took all of that and then showed the mental state of lily throughout it all, how much lestat's vampiric control ruined her....................amazing. it's everything.

lestat/louis canon-verse tides by @nlbv/@ouizaya

zaya, my love, she takes some of the sexiest loustat scenes and makes them even sexier before gut-punching you with something insane and devastating and it reminds me so much of the show's writing, the way you'll be like 'look at my family <3' and then suddenly their conversation has gotten dark, the room looks cold, and you wonder how they'll ever truly come back from it......... god shallows by @nlbv/@ouizaya

REPEAT ALL THAT I SAID ABOVE AND THEN SOME. like???? the episode 6 elaboration???????????? oh my god. it's real. it's what happened. we all know it.

roadkill by @nlbv/@ouizaya and baberainbow I think about this fic so often. the car wreck, lestat and claudia being so in-tune with one another hunting because they're the same, the way they're both aware of louis, the way the family works and fits in, the gore and beauty of it. obsessed. TIME TO TALK ABOUT BABE. lestat/louis canon-verse glass the capturing of louis during those earliest vampiric days, paired with lestat's doting as he tried to solidify his wooing, and then just -- everything else, it's all so good.

disruptions that scene in ep 7 where the entire family teams up on that poor man at their door is crazy and this fic takes that concept and just runs with it in the best way

lestat/louis non-traditional a/b/o verse lioness listen.............i'm such a sucker for a good a/b/o fic and we have a severe lack of them in iwtv, thank you, babe, for writing a beautiful one armand/louis canon-verse luna the way that loumand have been together through some of the most insane historical events will haunt me and also I'm in love with the idea of it, thank you, babe, I want every single year and something they experienced together

armand/louis; lestat/louis; louis/others canon-verse catacomb a required read leading into season 2. that's all you need to know.

armand/louis/lestat cannibalistic modern au cleave/tie by @kittyldpdl

a couple of years ago, I went through this obsessive body horror phase where all I watched and read was something that had some kind of body horror and it would make me nauseous but also I was so intrigued, so fascinated, I couldn't stop. this is that. oh my god.

armand/louis; lestat/louis modern au capillary by @kittyldpdl and @salmoncakepls

WIP. I think about it once a week. falling in love with louis while dressing him??????????? oh my god, the concept, the idea, I want to drown in it armand/louis; lestat/louis robot&android au design; intricate by @salmoncakepls

every time I see concepts for this fic my brain short circuits and every time I read it I just !!!!!!!!!!!!! the brain behind this !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the most brilliant

goat goat goat time <3 <3 <3 armand/louis prey drive by @iwtvdramacd18

HI I THINK ABOUT PREY DRIVE EVERY TWO DAYS AND FEEL FAINT. like idk what else to say, it just sticks with you and you're like 'wow they're just like that and it's insane and beautiful and raw' and goat just writes it perfectly, always lestat/louis exposure by @iwtvdramacd18

I've never actually heard of this fic, but if I had, I would assume it was the most batshit crazy thing I'd ever read......full compliments lestat/louis WIP lunacy by @iwtvdramacd18

I seriously always admire people who can write the 'monster' so well. I struggle so much with actual horror/monsters/suspense and so to read it so well done always makes me a little crazy armand/louis/daniel canon-verse after s1 gathering dust by @knifeeater

non-linear narrative !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

armand/louis canon-verse esque alluvium by @knifeeater

I see the tag service dom armand and my brain blacks out, comes back, and is forever changed. that's all. armand/louis/lestat perpetuum mobile by @knifeeater

sometimes you read a fic and the opening is the most insane thing you've ever read that you're like 'how can they keep this up?' and then they do and you're like 'oh so you're that kind of talented....okay' that's this fic.

armand/louis canon-verse

dirges by @dictee

'He had told Louis once, a lifetime ago, as a kind of bedtime story, about his work with cadavers in the nineteenth century, in the catacombs under the Parisian graveyards. Louis, half asleep, made some comment about Mary Shelley, but in his mind it was his skin under Armand’s scalpel, as loving a part of Armand as any. Shuddering and offering up the red jewels of his insides. ' please read it. oh my god.

MORE DANLOU NOIR THAT IS JUST i'll let you win by @diasdelfuego

danlou prophet. daniel just being so overcome by louis...........daniel just being so enraptured, so in love. the noIR. ily. need to reread asap actually oh my god.

daniel/louis post s1 nothing left to give you now by @diasdelfuego

'When he turns back around, Louis is still facing away from him, eyeing the coffee table as he shrugs off his coat. It slides gracefully off Louis' elegant frame to reveal a deep burgundy button-down underneath. In Daniel's mind, he thinks as he takes in the sight, Louis is always wearing black —mourning black, the writer in his brain supplies. Daniel takes stock of him while Louis stands at the edge of the carpet and looks over Daniel's apartment. The vampire is just as preternaturally young as he was half a century ago, just as beautiful, looking entirely out of place in Daniel's mundane, chaotic environment.' like imagine the whole fic being this beautifully written................................w h a t

lestat/louis; armand/louis murdery mystery au WIP overlords by @diasdelfuego and @shewhomustbecalledking I'm behind on this (work is the worst, let's all quit our jobs) but what I've read is just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO INSANE. cannot wait to catch up, I have spring break in three weeks and honestly just want to read the entire time, catching up on this and drowning in its beauty

lestat/louis a/b/o verse WIP house of gold by @shewhomustbecalledking I think this was the first a/b/o fic I read for this fandom and it's the blueprint, it's the reason, it's everything. the way lestat is so perfectly lestat in this is everything to me. I love an in-character lestat so much.

armand/louis; lestat/louis AU gothic horror WIP rhodedendron by @blueiight

'Let the Devil tempt me not, Louis thought, as he crawled to the mirror. Hollowed out eyes stared back at him, light-brown mawkish physique barely visible, swallowed up by loose pajamas, twists slightly askew but still meticulously sectioned off.

You look a fucking mess, bruh. Hardly fit to carry on the Du Lac name, what lady would want troubles such as yours? His Mother’s voice blended in with his own. But alas he could not be, could not sit in his sorrow and forever laud the man he was not.' true southern gothic horror. the last two chapters changed everything for me.

lestat/louis modern human au dreaming put to shame by @downstairsbar

I read this every single weekend. the beginning??? louis classing lestat?????????????? louis knowing lestat's eyes are on him but not understanding it???????????? the way I'd give anything for a million more words about how they got to the last part, about what all follows.

lestat/louis canon-verse modern era WIP

murmur by proval the way these are still our louis and our lestat, reunited after everything, still so the same, still so not..............this author seems to have such a good hold of these characters, I can't wait to see where this fic goes

armand/louis; lestat/antoinette; lestat/louis modern succession inspired au WIP dirty, sexy money by thevintage I've never seen succession but I love a business au and these first three chapters are so good. lestat and louis are divorced, they have claudia to tie them together, lestat is marrying his mistress, and louis has just met armand who is business rival of lestat's and the sparks are already flying and ohmygodohmygodohmygod

#fic rec #fic recs #iwtvfanevents #a meal to remember #this took so long and it's not even well done oh my god

[el-costae]

meet ban, and his little friends (kai & do)

ban is a simple man with niche hobbies (in his world’s standards)

ban likes foxes! now he has two fox pals given to him by a wandering alien ( @creatoraxl !!! )

ban is no longer alone as he finally has company

whole body draft:

#CEN #1 facio #1 facio britain #art dump #furry art #furry original character #original character #oc art

[fluentmoviequoter]

Te Amo

Witchy Wednesday, October 18, 2023

Fic-tober Masterlist

Heart Set on Amulets Universe Masterlist (this is after The Color of Us)

Summary: Dalton needs help translating a letter written in Latin.

Warnings: fluff, Google translate Latin. 0.9k+ words

A/N: I know I said this would be longer but I honestly had no idea how to make it longer. Next week (the last Witchy Wednesday) will be a longer one-shot, though! I hope you enjoy! :)

You haven’t seen Dalton since you kissed last week. You thought maybe it was the start of something more, but then he disappeared. Worried that the amulet was no longer working and that he wasn’t sleeping, you decide to push your anxiety and anti-social tendencies out of the way and pay him a visit to his dorm.

The walk across campus to Dalton’s dorm is full of people, which puts a dent in the strength and resolve you had when you left. When you reach his door, you freeze, wondering if he doesn’t want to see you and how he’ll react.

“I thought I felt a cold breeze,” Dalton teases as he opens the door.

 “That’s ghosts,” you point out weakly.

“Are you okay? You’ve been standing out here for like three minutes,” he says as he closes the door behind you.

“I’m fine. Are you? Is the amulet still working? Can you sleep? Because if it isn’t working, I should be able to fix it; I’ll just put a new spell on it and it will basically reset and begin-“

Dalton kisses you to stop your rambling, his hands holding your cheeks as he pulls you close. Breaking away, he smiles at you and steps back, letting his hands fall to your shoulders.

“The amulet is working perfectly. I haven’t slept this well in… ever. I’m sorry for disappearing, I just got a big assignment from Professor Armagan and I’ve been doing a ton of research preparing for it,” Dalton lies.

It’s a partial lie, though. The amulet is still working, and he’s sleeping great. And he does have an art project, but that’s not what he’s been researching. He has been spending every moment of his free time trying to create a plan to tell you he loves you, but all he has is a poorly translated letter written in Latin.

“Oh. What’s the project? I mean, what are you researching for it?”

Dalton panics and says the first word that pops into his mind, which, unfortunately, is “Witchcraft.”

He mentally slaps himself, wondering why, of all the things he could have said, he picked the one thing you’re practically an expert on. Why couldn’t he have said zoology or the psychology of people who shop at Walmart versus Target?

“Do you want help?” you ask. “I mean, I don’t want to step on your toes, obviously you know what you’re looking for and everything, but if you want help, I’d be happy to.”

Dalton considers his options. If he says he doesn’t want help, he has to find another idea to tell you, but if he accepts, he can ask you to translate the letter and hope it goes well.

“I would love some help. I’m having trouble translating some Latin, can you help me with that?”

“Of course! Is it a spell, or?”

Dalton stands, letting you sit in his chair as he looks through his sketchbook for the letter.

“It’s a letter to a witch.”

“To a witch?” you repeat.

“Yeah. From a regular human,” he clarifies, handing you the paper.

You begin reading the letter to yourself, pausing after the first line.

Nunc te videre scio quid in vita volui (Now that I see you, I know what I wanted in life).

Glancing at Dalton, you see him wringing his fingers together like he’s nervous.

Etsi mihi non loqueris, vocem tuam ad respirandum audire oportuit (Even though you didn’t speak to me, I needed to hear your voice to breathe).

You see Dalton moving in your peripheral but ignore him, enraptured by the letter.

Ego postulo magi squam aliquid et ego volo tibi dicere quam ego sentio (I need you more than anything, and I want to tell you how I feel).

Dixisti aura mea rosea est quia amorem sentio, sed non facio. Ego non sentio amare te, quia ego sum in amore cum te. Te amo (You said my aura is pink because I feel love, but I don’t. I don’t feel love because I’m in love with you. I love you.)

Tears are streaming down your face as you turn to face Dalton.

“Did you write this?” you ask, holding the letter up.

“I did,” he answers quietly.

“Te amo,” you whisper before standing and hugging him tightly. “Te amo,” you repeat as his arms wrap around you, and he dips his head to speak against your neck.

“Te amo,” he says against your skin. “I love you so much.”

“Dalton,” you say as you pull back slightly. “Did you mean it when you said you’d go to New Mexico with me? To get answers?”

 “I did.”

“Good, because I never want to leave you.”

“And you’ll never have to. I’m not leaving you; I love you.”

Dalton hugs you again and sits on his bed, pulling you into his lap.

“Be honest, how bad was the Latin?” he asks.

“I’ve seen worse. I mean, I understood it, so no complaints.”

“No complaints,” Dalton repeats, smiling.

“It certainly helped when I got to the end and read that you love me.”

“Good. So, when are we leaving for New Mexico?”

“As soon as Specs messages me back, I guess.”

“To learn about the woman who gave you the amulet?”

You nod and push your fingers into Dalton’s hair before kissing him again. He’d go anywhere with you, he thinks.

#fluentmoviequoterfictober23 #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door #fem!reader #witch!reader #heart set on amulets

[whump-tr0pes]

Aqua Sancta

Lux in Tenebris masterlist here

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 of a (no longer little) arc of Dee having a fever

This comes about a month or so into the First Recovery arc.

Author’s note #1: Thank you so much to the kind reader who left a wonderful comment on this fic on AO3 and singlehandedly resurrected this arc after almost two years. People don’t realize how some kind words can inspire someone to write again even when the Juice(TM) isn’t flowing like it used to.

Author’s note #2: This chapter is heavily inspired by a piece written in response to this prompt. I was so sad to discover that the blog has since been deleted, taking with it one of the whump pieces that absolutely got me my start.

Content warning: sickfic, fever, delirium, demon whumpee, past torture, nonsexual nudity, misunderstanding whump, language whump, past religious abuse, religious themes, past burns, ‘it’ as a pronoun, past drowning, manhandling, begging for death

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The demon was screaming. Ilya had never heard such a sound in their life. It was as if an animal was being torn apart, horrible broken wails piercing their skull and making their skin crawl. They forced themself not to slap their hands over their ears, forced themself instead to hold their hands out to the demon that was crouched against the bathroom door.

It – he – was naked, bathed in sickly sweat, his eyes wild and fixed on the bathtub filled with water. Gooseflesh rippled over his body as he huddled and twisted away from Ilya. His fangs were descended and bared, but he cowered away, fingernails scrabbling at the door. Dara stood at Ilya’s shoulder. She drew in a deep breath, let it out. The smell of ozone momentarily washed away the smell of sweat and fear in the bathroom.

“Dee, please,” Ilya breathed. “We aren’t going to hurt you. You just… you just need a bath, Dee. You’re sick. We just need to bring your fever down.”

Fevered eyes locked on Ilya’s.

“Non intellego,” Dee sobbed, voice strained and broken. “Non intellego, obsecro ignosce me, obsecro, numquam ego facito iterum, obsecro dice m-mihi quid feci iniuriam, numquam ego facito iterum—”

Ilya glanced at Dara. “What—”

“It’s begging again,” Dara said through her teeth.

Ilya took a hesitant step forward. “Dee, no—”

They were cut off by a heart-rending shriek. “NON. Non facio… Si vis recitare verba tui ordinis, ero… Est…? Pater noster, qui es in cœlis—”

“We don’t need you to recite the goddamn Pater Noster, demon,” Dara said through her teeth. “Is that what they…? Jesus Christ…”

“Wh-what?” Ilya breathed.

“—sanctificetur nomen tuum: Adveniat regnum tuum—”

“Stop,” Dara ordered. The demon’s recitation ceased, but it continued to whimper and sob with every shuddering exhale.

“What is it?” Ilya said, glancing between Dee and Dara. “What is that?”

“It’s the Lord’s Prayer,” Dara said darkly. “It’s part of the catechism. Normal shit for us, but… if demons are around when that stuff is said, it hurts them. And if he was forced to… recite it… Jesus fuck, is there nothing these motherfuckers didn’t do to him…”

“Obsecro,” Dee sobbed. “Miserere, angelus virtute, faciam quod vis, sed obsecro, ni aqua sancta, faciam QUID…”

“Shush,” Dara snapped. She rubbed her temple. “It’s probably almost as painful for him to recite the catechism as it was to be burned by the holy water.”

“Oh, no,” Ilya whispered. They pressed their hands to their mouth. “Dee…”

The demon looked at them blankly, eyes wild, chest heaving. “Obsecro,” he rasped. “Obsecro, virtute.”

Ilya took a shaking breath. “So what do we…?”

“I think we just… do it,” Dara said. Her jaw worked. “It’s not going to understand until it’s actually in the water. Not in its current state of mind.”

“H-his,” Ilya breathed, trembling. They blinked tears away and swallowed hard. “H-he said that they… m-made him drink it, too.”

Dara could have been made of stone beside him – a statue on one side of the room, a snarling creature on the other. An eternity seemed to pass before she shook herself and muttered, “I’m going to slaughter those motherfuckers someday.”

Ilya spared a glance at her. “But—”

“Let’s just handle this right now,” she said with a bite to her voice. “Let’s just… get them… him… feeling better. We need to get this fever down. It might be why he’s acting like this in the first place.” She adjusted her soft leather gloves. Ilya nodded took a step towards the demon.

His slitted pupils blew wide. He snarled and snapped at them.

Ilya gasped and fell a step back. Even though there was still a full step between them, there had been power in the bite.

“D-Dee,” Ilya breathed.

Dara huffed out a breath. “That’s enough,” she grumbled. She strode forward and seized the demon with her gloved hands.

The demon let out a scream that lanced Ilya down to their soul. They could do nothing but watch as Dara took Dee’s wrists in one hand and wrapped her other arm around his chest, holding him tightly against her so that he could not turn his head far enough to bite her. He twisted and writhed in her grip.

“NON,” he shrieked. “NON, OBSECRO!” He snapped uselessly at the air and kicked out at nothing.

“Dee, it’s… it’s okay,” Ilya said weakly, reaching out a hand to comfort him.

“No,” Dara snapped. “He’ll bite.” Ilya drew their hand back. Dara effortlessly carried Dee, screaming and writhing, to the bath.

“OBSECRO, OBSECRO, NECA ME, EGO MORTI DE MANIBUS LIBENTER, OBSECRO VIRTUTE, OBSECRO.” Ilya’s head was throbbing with Dee’s screams. Dara lowered Dee over the bath. He drew his legs up to his chest, suddenly trying to cling to her. He sobbed his heart out and tried to bury his face against her shoulder. She held him out away from her, avoiding his teeth.

“Dammit,” she breathed.

“Just do it,” Ilya said flatly. Their chest ached, but they forced themself to look at Dee. For a brief moment, he locked eyes with them over Dara’s shoulder.

“Ilya,” he croaked. “Help me.”

Ilya bit their lip and looked away. Dara held the demon out away from her and quickly lowered him into the lukewarm bath.

The demon convulsed with a scream when he hit the water. Bathwater spilled over the side and onto the tiles. Dara kept a firm grip on his wrists and on the back of his neck as he scrambled to escape the bath.

Ilya rushed forward and fell to their knees beside the tub, no longer caring about the risk of Dee’s fangs. Dee’s hands were balled into terrified fists in Dara’s grip, but Ilya covered his hands with their own.

“Dee,” they said urgently. “Dee, look at me. Feel the water. Is it burning you?”

Dee whimpered and found Ilya’s eyes, confused and frightened out of his mind. He shivered under Dara’s hands and froze. Ilya could tell that her grip on the back of his neck would leave bruises.

“Careful, Ilya,” Dara said through her teeth.

“I am being careful,” they said back, quelling their anxiety, the anger that flared when they saw how tightly Dara was still holding Dee even though he was no longer fighting her. They reached out a shaking hand and stroked it through Dee’s hair. It was soaked with sweat and splashed bathwater. “Dee,” they murmured. “It’s okay. We would never, never hurt you.”

Dee’s throat worked. He blinked, his chest still heaving. Slowly, slowly, he pushed his head against Ilya’s hand. The same rumbling sound Ilya had heard before filled the small room.

Dara blew out a breath. Dee turned away from it and blinked as if she had breathed cigarette smoke in his face in the close quarters. As slowly as Dee had moved towards Ilya, Dara released his wrists and neck. There were bruises where her fingers had been. Ilya swallowed hard and tried not to look.

All at once, Dee slumped against the side of the bath. Dara’s hand shot and seized his hair as if she was about to restrain him again. Ilya shot her a glare, and she returned the look. Ilya quailed and shifted their eyes away. Dara released Dee’s hair and stood.

“I’m staying in here,” she said firmly. “In case he… gets frightened again.”

“That’s fair,” Ilya said. They gave her a grudging nod. “I get it.”

“Eva is changing the sheets right now,” Dara said. “And after we get him back in bed, we can feed him. I think that will help a bit.”

“Yeah,” Ilya said distractedly as they drew their fingers through Dee’s tangled and sweaty hair.

“Ilya,” Dara said, and Ilya looked back up at her. Her brow was furrowed. “It… it is dangerous. You know that.”

“He,” Ilya said as they set their jaw. They looked back down at Dee. He was shivering violently, but he seemed so exhausted that he could barely hold onto the side of the tub.

“He,” Dara corrected. “Sorry. Old habits. But my point still stands.”

Ilya nodded. “I know,” they whispered, and the admission burned their tongue like guilt. “But he’s dangerous because he’s scared. And I…” Finally, they raised their gaze to Dara again. “If I can, if it’s… possible, for him, I want to show him he’s safe. And that he doesn’t have to be scared anymore.”

The demon under Ilya’s hands moaned softly and heaved a wracking cough.

  Translation of the Latin lines here:

“I don’t understand,” Dee sobbed, voice strained and broken. “I don’t understand, please forgive me, please, I will never do it again, please tell m-me what I did wrong, I will never do it again—”

…

They were cut off by a heart-rending shriek. “NO. I don’t… If you want me to recite the words of your order, I will… Is that…? Our Father, who art in Heaven—”

…

“—hallowed by Thy Name: Thy Kingdom come—”

…

“Please,” Dee sobbed. “Have mercy, virtue, I’ll do whatever you want, but please, not the holy water, I’ll do ANYTHING…”

…

The demon looked at them blankly, eyes wild, chest heaving. “Please,” he rasped. “Please, virtue.”

…

“NO,” he shrieked. “NO, PLEASE!” He snapped uselessly at the air and kicked out at nothing.

…

“PLEASE, PLEASE, KILL ME, I’LL DIE AT YOUR HAND GLADLY, PLEASE VIRTUE, PLEASE.” Ilya’s head was throbbing with Dee’s screams. Dara lowered Dee over the bath. He drew his legs up to his chest, suddenly trying to cling to her. He sobbed his heart out and tried to bury his face against her shoulder. She held him out away from her, avoiding his teeth.

Continued here

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