Asking Where To Go Felt Like It Should Have Been Common Sense But He Had No Room To Judge. Between The

asking where to go felt like it should have been common sense but he had no room to judge. between the two of them, only one actually had permission to be there; and it wasn't alton. "it's not your fault, they should have specified." he grumbled under his breath. rolling his shoulders, he took a deep breath and willed himself to calm down; to relax. talking to people wasn't that hard. in fact, a few years ago, he even considered himself to be good at it but then he- he die-- no, now wasn't the time to think about that; to think about him. just breathe. relax. what's the worst that could happen.

"it's not you, it's me. horses are smart, they can sense things most people can't. you might be big," he explained as, making no effort to hide the way he looked over the other's admittedly imposing figure, "but the horse, he-- he was reacting to me. i got tense. nervous. he picked up on it immediately and put some distance between us to be safe. you--" he mumbled, "you seem gentle, you don't look scary, and you have food, so i think it's safe to say it definitely wasn't you."

taking a step back, he offered a weak smile to the other before bringing his right hand up to his mouth. curling his index finger and thumb together, as if he were making the okay sign with his other three fingers fanned out, he pressed his index finger and thumb into his mouth; pushing his lips, and his tongue, back before letting out a huff of breath that rang out with a loud, sharp whistle.

the horse from before neighed in response and trotted back over to them; nudging it's nose against alton's shoulder and knocking him out of his stiff posturing. "okay, easy. i'm sorry." he muttered to the animal as he reached up to gently scratch the horses muzzle with his right hand-- though that only lasted for a second, or so, before the horse started moving forward; eying the food in the other's hand. "see, he's not scared of you." the elf spoke with a soft, breathy chuckle as his hand slide down the length of the horse to rest against it's shoulder as it turned all it's attention to the lumbering giant. "in fact i'm pretty sure he likes you more because you brought treats."

The dragonblood blinked in surprise at the other man's rather blunt and plain response. Aiden's cheeks turned a soft red flush out of embarrassment at his own realization that he should have asked the ranchers where he was supposed to go. It was probably an unfair thing to do, assuming he was supposed to go to the first horse he saw. "Oh... I-I didn't ask," he said carefully, before letting his words trail off into the vast emptiness of silence that drifted between them.

It wasn't until the other man spoke up again that the baker's expression lightened a bit. He nodded a bit too eagerly, shuffling his feet awkwardly. Perhaps it was too obvious how little time he spent out in the nature and away from the town center where his store was. "I don't think the horse likes me very much," Aiden murmured, already nursing his bruised ego at the horse huffing and trotting away at the sight of him. "Do you think I look scary to the horse?" he asked, a rather genuine and innocent intent in his tone.

huffing out a breath as he was told to give stolas a second, he stood there like a sullen teenager and watched as the other worked to clear off his station. "so not just dogs and cats." he grumbled with a slight roll of his eyes. if this was how he acted around his friends it was no wonder he didn't have many at the moment.

"i can help you look after." while he would have preferred to make sure the snake was alright and take it back home, helping stolas in return felt like a fair enough trade; and how hard could it be to find a book? moving forward, he gently coaxed the weakened rattler off his arm. it was reluctant at first but, eventually, it released it's hold on alton and slid down to coil around itself on the cushioned table. "i noticed it under my back porch five days ago. well, first i noticed a hawk that seemed to be watching my home and i went outside to try and get a better look at it, and that's when i noticed her." he explained as he leaned against the edge of the work surface and nodded down at the rattlesnake.

"i was planning to just... move her out of harms way but she wouldn't let go of my arm. she didn't bite me, she didn't even try to ward me off with her rattler. so i took her inside..." which wasn't the smartest thing to do, his home was still a bit of a mess, but he had a tendency to put animals-- and nature in general-- first. "i set her up with a lamp in my kitchen for warmth and tried to feed her but she never ate anything. she sat on my counter, for five days, and barely budged. she'd only move when i came over to check on her, stretching up to rest her head in my palm, but she hardly moved more than that. i started trying to give her some herbal remedies i learned back home, and i even tried some of the healing spells i was taught in my youth, but-- i don't know. something still isn't right. i think the hawk tried to make a meal out of her and dropped her. i've been trying to keep her comfortable..." but he hated that he'd distanced himself from his roots for so long that now he couldn't actually be of any help.

"can you just... do something already?" he huffed out as his cheeks dusted over with a pink flush as if he were embarrassed he couldn't do it himself. the please was implied.

He was picking things up and looking underneath them, checking higher shelves then his 5 foot 8 stature could see. Why did Stolas always lose things when he needed them? He wanted to pull out his hair slightly. "No I think i can help just give me a second, its been a while since someone has asked for help with a snake. Stolas cleared off his cushion table in the middle of the room and got his bestiary grimoire as he flipped through the pages. "No sorry, I just maybe its right in front of my face and two sets of eyes are better then one. Stolas looked up and smiled trying to comfort the other male. "So first things first, do you know anything that wrong. How long has the snake not been eating, or acting differently? Stuff like that." he grinned. "Give it to me straight Alton."

open to: everyone location: out behind turn the radio on (the radio station) @newhavenstarters *iain has been in new haven for 2 months now so feel free to assume they know each other/have connections or message me if you want them to have a more defined friendship/relationship

five am. another eight hour shift over. if he were a responsible adult he would have headed straight home and caught up on some sleep before he had the next two days off. that was his intention, as well as taking his dog pope for a walk, but the fresh energy drink he was clutching in his right hand that he'd just cracked open was definitely going to bite him in the ass when he got home. then again, when was being responsible ever fun.

tucking a cigarette behind his ear, he silently nodded and gestured to the stations overnight security guard as he made his way out the back. the town was still asleep, for the most part, and iain loved it. despite everything that's been happening, it almost felt peaceful at this hour.

"fuck," he cursed, loudly, as he almost walked directly into someone in his absentmindedness. "where the hell did you come from dude?" he questioned, tone still a bit sharp from the sudden spike in adrenaline. "what are you even doing out at this--" there was no end to that question. instead, iain let out a disspointed groan as the realization hit; in the sudden panic of almost walking into someone-- and just seeing someone else out at this hour in general-- the energy drink had fallen from his grip and spilled onto the sidewalk. "oh come on, you have to be kidding me. i needed that." no. he didn't.

"good. we like weird." he answered with a slight hint of a smirk as the man bounced over and caught up with him. "dumpster dave sounds better. you know, aliteration and all that. anders works too though." stuffing his hands into his pockets as they walked, he slowed his usually brisk pace so that it was easier for the other to stay in stride with him. "dude, are you sure you don't like coffee 'cause you are asking me question's at a mile-a-minute as if you just slammed six cups." he teased, laughing under his breath with a loose shake of his head.

"you're making it really hard to like you. i don't trust people that don't like coffee." he was teasing. "no, but seriously, i get it's not for everyone but come on. dude. it's basically the elixir for life, you just haven't had the right blend yet. if it's brewed right, you won't even need milk to enjoy it." he explained as he looked over at the other with a soft smile. "--and, no, i'm not a vampire. i just work overnight at the radio station. wait-- you weren't planning to go through our trash right?" the witch questioned with a laugh. "first of all, there's no shame in it-- just maybe don't admit to it so quickly, or make it sound nicer like... instead of saying you were going to go through people's trash say you were going too... rehome some vintage goods. i have a jacket back home that i rehomed myself."

"I get that a lot." Anders said with a nod when he was called weird. He was sure he wasn't quite normal but what was normal in a town like this? All of it was so foreign to him and he was having to acclimate to living with all the other species he had never been around before. He also had to remember telling people they looked like good breeding stock was not a compliment. He was standing there staring at the other leaving, contemplating where the cat went for a few moments when the other man called out to him.

"Oh it's Anders! Dumpster Anders." he said as he bounced after the other, full of energy despite the hour of the day, like his heated blood was an engine keeping him going. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" he said chasing at the other's heels till he was close to Iain. "How do you like coffee it tastes like dirty dirt water and milk. What's your name? Are you a vampire is that why you are awake right now? I have a vampire friend."

Make Me.

Black Bird 1x01 - Jimmy Keene

Is that HERO FIENNES TIFFIN? No, that’s IAIN FAIR. The 26 year old BORROWER WITCH OMEGA DUAL-NATURED (HE-HIM-THEY-THEM) is a LATE NIGHT RADIO HOST. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be PLAYFUL & CHARISMATIC, but beware, they’re also known to be MANIPULATIVE & DECIETFUL. Can you believe they’re from THE PRESENT? Me either.

general statistics

name: iain fair

nicknames: none (yet)

gender: omega dual-natured male

pronouns: he-him-they-them

actual age: 26 years old

species: witch

witch type: borrower

occupation: late night radio host

pets: pope (solid white pitbull, male)

tattoo(s): left arm, right arm. (the right arm is markings that appeared the first time he used his magic, the left arm is basically permanent proof of the contract he made with the demon for his magic)

positive traits: playful and charismatic

negative traits: manipulative and decietful

a few favorites: coffee, salty and sweet snacks, energy drinks, dogs, the smell of smoke, halloween, vintage tees

a few hates: country music, slow walkers, people that talk on their phones loudly, waiting in lines, being called cute

sexuality: homosexual

position: bottom

some kinks: rough sex, choking, hair pulling, slapping, restraints, public displays, degradation, older partners, multiple partners, quickies/one night stands, fwb, oral (giving), swallowing, more to come...

anti-kinks: scat, vomit, age regression play, diaper play, food play, crossdressing

biography (tw: death)

god this world was boring. always dreaming of something else, something more, iain had a tendency to keep his head in the clouds rather than focusing on what was happening around him. most people just wrote him off as being easily distracted, or having adhd, but it didn't bother him. if people avoided him because they thought he was spacey then, at least, he'd have more time to chase after those thoughts in his head.

eventually his constant state of curiosity led him down the path that ultimately changed everything. they met a group of people, around the same age, that called themselves druids; pagans. they believed in more to life as well; in more than just humanity. he spent a few months with them, taking part in their rituals, but nothing ever came from it. it was just a way for them to spend their weekends with people that had a similar outlook. magic wasn't real but iain wished, more than anything, that it was.

careful what you wish for. one of his friends went missing. the local police, and local community, wrote it off as just some troubled teen running away from home because they were an outcast-- their whole group were outcasts and weirdos. no one wanted to look into it but iain, and the others, knew their friend didn't just run off and not call. something else happened. unlike the others, iain didn't reserve his frustration and disagreement for private conversations. he loudly stood against the local police, and community, and demanded answers from people whether they wanted to listen to him or not.

his headstrong, haughty approach to discovering the truth took him right into the belly of the beast. his friend had been murdered by their own parents and no one would listen to him. the more he tried to get them put away for what they'd done, the more they threatened him; the more they threatened the rest of his friends. in a desperate attempt to protect them, he took an old grimoire he'd found at a thrift store and started pouring through the pages of spells and rituals-- trying every single one of them-- in hopes that something would work and give him the edge he needed.

something did work. one of the rituals, that required him to use his own blood in the spell circle, summoned forth a powerful, monstrous demon from the pits of hell. it was more than willing to give him power, to make him a real witch and a real force to be reckoned with-- all he had to do was sign a contract. he should have thought it through, or asked more questions-- any questions-- but iain acted on impulse and without even bothering to understand the depths of the contract, and what he was giving up from himself, he signed with his blood.

marked by the demon, filled with power, he took out his revenge on his friends parents since the city wouldn't do anything about it for him and never looked back.

he's been bouncing around from town to town for awhile, learning about his powers and the supernatural world in general, but ultimately his goal is to find a place where he can settle in and finally feel normal for once.

when he first settled into new haven two months ago he really thought this town was going to be it, his own little sanctuary to be whatever he wanted, and then shit hit the fan; or, in this case, the barrier.