fine by me.   [  she confirms as she stands by the door,  waiting for him.  once he was ready,  she opens the door and heads towards the car with a duffel bag in hand and backpack strapped over her shoulders.  she opens the trunk,  placing the bags in it before shutting it and walking to the passenger side.  she takes her seat and puts on her seatbelt.  ]   we’re going to vermont.  specifically burlington.  i know i should’ve given you a heads up, but who doesn’t love a little surprise roadtrip.  

id: @eadimidium 
            alright but i’m driving. [ his keys fly into his hand as he grabs his coat, and slips on his shoes. ] tell me on the way. 

&.     absolutely gorgeous.

/    stunning !

/ stunning !!!

/     !!

/ / * * !

/  !! 

/  mhm ❕

@wiccaanways / ?

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id: @mortalweeps 
            the siphoner watches him with curious eyes, the way that he switched from kind to hostile before his eyes was intoxicating and truthfully, it struck him with a bit of fear. to say the god would make this a challenge was an understatement; kyū seemed to want a battle. he was getting one. his gaze remains fixed, though there was the occasional lingering as he admired the god’s physique. he tosses him the staff. “ your move. ” 

NO FRIENDS IN BLOOD. the divine entity grins, haunting and dark and so full of thrill. it has been a very long time since he has been so close to someone he believes is to be his equal. "very well." he shrugs off his coat with angel-like grace and flow. perhaps if he were born with wings. he imagines that he would still be hated even as an angel. he watches the siphoner's movements with a hunger and the striking manner of a predator ambushing another. he licks his gums with a rumble in his throat. 

id: @mortalweeps 
            “ you have my word. ” the siphoner reminds him, the potential danger of it all exciting him. he walks over to the side of the room, taking two staffs, one for him and one for the god. “ i’m not your friend while we’re in here. ”

@wiccaanways    (  . . .  )    oh   I   know   / that / ,    darling .    [       selene   muttered   in   response   to   his   comment   about   not   eating   witches ,    her   piercing   gaze   locked   on   the   very   witch   in   question.        ]      it’s   just   she   was   looking   at   you   as   if   she   wanted   to   take   a   bite   of   / you / .    do   you   know   her   or   something   ?  

id: @-VAMPIRISMS- 
            a satisfied hum leaves his lips, his attention completely escaping the other woman as he fixes on selene. he nods, a small smile peaking through an another wise stoic gaze. “ you can have her, you know i don’t eat witches. ”