sword_breaker | Myth!AU

[There's a slight wind to give signs that colder weather was going to hit the city at some point but otherwise the chill didn't faze many much with the sun pouring down rays without any resistance from white wisps streaking across blue. Another busy work day for most people as they packed the sidewalks in order to accomplish whatever the day asked of them to do, some of them heading off towards lunch break even as the afternoon brought along ease in traffic after the rushing around or rather dead still in the morning commutes that always came like clockwork. The towering skyscrapers piercing above while scattered about were busy shops and apartment complexes ranging to the higher end of the spectrum, fortunate for several residents of them being close to where they worked usually.

However it didn't matter much to the man lying face first towards the blue in an alley, red bursts staining his shirt in an act of fatal defiance against the fabric. He wasn't caring about anything anymore. Pools of crimson have congealing into a sticky mess at his side to keep company with the broken body though it was a waste honestly. A barrier of yellow and black tape announcing the crime scene as if the body and the blood weren't enough already to do so. Officers scurrying about to comb through every little thing in order to scrounge up evidence ranging from fingerprints to shell casings while a medical examiner started jotting down notes as though it were a race.

To be fair, it was a race that was ticking away for all of them but yet he didn't exactly have to put so much effort into finding out the who, why and whatnot of this particular case. Never really showed interest in the exact details of a person's death as it wasn't under his job description nor would he if paid enough, more so content enough with the tasks that were scheduled for him to do. He sends a confirmation of his arrival with a quick text before stowing away the smart phone into his back pocket and assessing the fussing police. No doubt Matthieu was going to blow his phone up with messages after getting the answer but that could be ignored.

Passing underneath the tape, the man eased through the scene with no problems coming from the uniformed others. Though that was the point of having such a decent illusion in order to essentially make him invisible, allowing a much easier time accomplishing his tasks without the stupid questions that would be raised at his presence much less what he would do here. He had the slight frown that could've been considered appropriate for the situation but the claw marks and irrevocably damaged right eye would certainly cause a more sinister thought process to occur. Maybe even be considered as a hit man that had down the crime but to be fair he didn't hunt unless told otherwise and certainly not boring humans such as this idiot. Besides a man decked in a suit stood out in this mess with much help to his disregard of everything save for the dead man who certainly was still brimming with the confused energy of a trapped soul. Definitely need to rectify that.

James crouched down right next to the examiner and fished out a knife before making an incision right at the heart before reaching down to draw out the reluctant soul. The reaper was only doing his job and besides no one was going to see him do his work, not the police nor the surrounding crowd of onlookers.

He was looking forward to the break after this one, sneak away towards his usual haunt; a coffee shop that boasted fantastic blends that were more so a necessity at this rate rather than a mere commodity and plus the perfect spot he claimed by the window in order to watch the world keep moving. The energy from the illusion would be easily restored during that. Then it would be another one in midtown before being able to return back home for the day and unwind. That or check with the bar to make sure a friend or two didn't snoop around more than they should. The former was going to be the most probable though so he shows the other idea to the back of his mind before focusing.]

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Valarie-

[There's an edge to his voice, the words tinged with yet another growl. Damn everything, he's been left wanting and he sucks in a breath to try to steady himself and will away the throb between his legs.]

Yes, mutt?

[She wasn't going to turn away from the oven, opening it slightly for a better view of how dinner was coming along. It's obvious what he wants but it can wait.]

[He hisses through his teeth, clenching his jaw in order to still his tongue. Wicked fae.]

Come on. I can't know what's wrong if you don't say it.

[Checkmate.]

Now why would anything be wrong?

[The words hold as much bite as he can manage, but the effect is somewhat ruined by the fact that they're still slightly breathless.]

Well then if there's nothing to worry over, you should be fine.

[Which means that's she turns away once more with a smirk.]

Valarie-

[There's another growl beneath his breath, and the words are low and filled with warning.]

Sorry but saying my name over and over doesn't make things easier on you. So unless you want to use your words, I'll be over here.

You don't need to be over there.

[He won't beg, he swears on it. He's more than strong enough to keep a hold of himself.]

[She wants to hear the wolf beg and wasn't going to settle for much less than that.]

Yes I do. Busy with dinner and all. Be a shame if I didn't pay it any attention.

You don't need to pay attention to that.

[Well it's true.]

Yea I do. Don't want to fuck it up after all.

World isn't going to end if it fucking burns-

Neither will it if you don't get laid.

[Your move, mutt. This is what you reap.]

Valarie- I fucking swear-

No please continue. What do you swear to do, mutt?

Valarie-

[If there's a hint of desperation to his tone now, he'll never admit it.]

[Walking away from the oven, she heads back towards him with hands on her hips. Her head cocked to the side as she watches him.]

Say it.

Valarie-

[He doesn't want to give in, doesn't want to give her the satisfaction, but it's hard. So very hard. He draws in a shaky breath, shuddering slightly with the effort.]

Please-

Please what? I'm all ears, mutt.

Valarie-

[And so pride begins to crumble, and he bares his teeth as he throws his head back and breathe deep.]

you know

Saying it and knowing it are two different things, mutt. So I might not actually know. Best to make sure that I do.

[She brushes her fingers along his length for extra effect.]

Godsdamnit touch me-

[And there it goes, gone with the brush of her fingers against him.]

[Smirking triumphantly, she wraps her hand around him and eases into a steady stroking. It was always so nice to see him so wound up and wanting. She ducks to line kisses along his pulse with a soft pleased noise.]

Now that's more like it.

[Finally there's some relief, and he screws his eyes shut and inhales sharply at the sensation of her hand around him. He's not so proud that he doesn't rock his hips, and there's another low growl between clenched teeth as she works.]