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[AINMHIAN] Inbox
Aug. 20th, 2018 09:23 pm
"You've reached the voicemail of Jordan Parrish. I'm not in right now, but leave a message and I will call you back as soon as I can. Thank you."
[Muse and mun can be reached here.]
"You've reached the voicemail of Jordan Parrish. I'm not in right now, but leave a message and I will call you back as soon as I can. Thank you."
[Muse and mun can be reached here.]
[AINMHIAN] PERMISSIONS
Aug. 20th, 2018 09:16 pmOOC
Backtagging: Check with me first? Just so I don't accidentally hurt feelings if I can't get to it.
Threadhopping: Yes good.
Fourthwalling: Go for it!
Offensive subjects: To the muse? Not really any. To the mun? More or less the same--I will let you know if something bugs me. I'm a firm believer in communication.
IC
Hugging this character: Always.
Kissing this character: Yes, please and thank.
Flirting with this character: OH PLEASE OH PLEASE. XD
Fighting with this character: Do it!
Injuring this character: Yes, but ask me first. Asking is for the negotiation of injuries is all.
Killing this character: Definitely ask me first. I'll prolly say yes, I love to hurt my pups. XD
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes.
Anything else: Not that I can think of!
Warnings: Jordan Parrish served in the military, on active duty. If any of the topics inherent to that bother you? Please PLEASE let me know!
In addition, Jordan Parrish will, to begin with, experience fugue states related to his nature as a Hellhound. They won't occur in sexual situations, however, but just in case I'm mentioning it. :P
Backtagging: Check with me first? Just so I don't accidentally hurt feelings if I can't get to it.
Threadhopping: Yes good.
Fourthwalling: Go for it!
Offensive subjects: To the muse? Not really any. To the mun? More or less the same--I will let you know if something bugs me. I'm a firm believer in communication.
IC
Hugging this character: Always.
Kissing this character: Yes, please and thank.
Flirting with this character: OH PLEASE OH PLEASE. XD
Fighting with this character: Do it!
Injuring this character: Yes, but ask me first. Asking is for the negotiation of injuries is all.
Killing this character: Definitely ask me first. I'll prolly say yes, I love to hurt my pups. XD
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes.
Anything else: Not that I can think of!
Warnings: Jordan Parrish served in the military, on active duty. If any of the topics inherent to that bother you? Please PLEASE let me know!
In addition, Jordan Parrish will, to begin with, experience fugue states related to his nature as a Hellhound. They won't occur in sexual situations, however, but just in case I'm mentioning it. :P
"I wanna learn how to fight."
It was bad enough that he was sleeping with Lydia in secret, but teaching her to fight...he understood it. Of course he understood it, he'd joined the service for similar reasons. To feel capable, less helpless, taking back power and being able to do something with it.
But if the pack found out...if the Sheriff found out...phoenix or not, he was gonna get killed.
It wasn't like he could say no, though, so he relented on the condition she was discreet. He picked an early Sunday morning he had off, figuring none of her friends would be hunting her up at six AM. He told her to dress for a workout, and to stretch ahead of time. Meanwhile, he put together a breakfast that was light enough to hit the mats he'd set up in his living room right away, but enough to keep their energy up.
Well, her energy anyway. With his metabolism, he had to work to keep his energy up.
The knock on his door came at ten to six, which didn't surprise him: Lydia didn't strike him as the kind to be fashionably late anywhere she truly wanted to be.
He met her at the door in track pants and a blue tank top under a grey hoodie. Smiling at her in greeting, he ushered her inside.
"If you're hungry, I've got food and coffee." he offered, gesturing in silent offer to take her gym bag for her.
It was bad enough that he was sleeping with Lydia in secret, but teaching her to fight...he understood it. Of course he understood it, he'd joined the service for similar reasons. To feel capable, less helpless, taking back power and being able to do something with it.
But if the pack found out...if the Sheriff found out...phoenix or not, he was gonna get killed.
It wasn't like he could say no, though, so he relented on the condition she was discreet. He picked an early Sunday morning he had off, figuring none of her friends would be hunting her up at six AM. He told her to dress for a workout, and to stretch ahead of time. Meanwhile, he put together a breakfast that was light enough to hit the mats he'd set up in his living room right away, but enough to keep their energy up.
Well, her energy anyway. With his metabolism, he had to work to keep his energy up.
The knock on his door came at ten to six, which didn't surprise him: Lydia didn't strike him as the kind to be fashionably late anywhere she truly wanted to be.
He met her at the door in track pants and a blue tank top under a grey hoodie. Smiling at her in greeting, he ushered her inside.
"If you're hungry, I've got food and coffee." he offered, gesturing in silent offer to take her gym bag for her.
He could still see Haige standing outside the patrol car, earbuds drowning out Jordan's screams as he burned.
Fire, everywhere...not a gas pilot on a stove with soft flames lapping at his palm, a caress so soft and so comforting he could barely feel it. This was a full scale inferno, with heat stealing his oxygen and fire saving his life.
And suffocation was a painful fucking way to die.
Shutting his eyes, Jordan paused to plant his hands against the lockers in front of him and took a deep, cleansing breath. The air in the locker room was damp, steam from the showers still lingering in the air, but cooler than the blaze...comforting, soothing.
It was as cool as the feel of Lydia's skin beneath his overheated hands.
Thinking of Lydia upset him all over again. Seeing her face when he walked back into the station, covered in ash and ready to break Haige in half...he never wanted her to see him like that. Things were hard enough as it was after dealing with what happened between them...how difficult it was to get her out of his head after that one encounter...the constant anxiety of watching her suffer, unable to help the way he wanted, unable to protect her the way he knew he could...
Now he had to face the rest of her pack and explain himself. Now the secret was out, and more than just those with the deadpool could be coming for him. Phoenixes weren't like werewolves or kitsune...they were more like banshees, at the end of the day, the opposite side of the same coin.
He realized, with a quiet snort, that it wasn't all that strange, he and Lydia being so drawn to each other.
With a heavy sigh, realizing he was still standing in the middle of the locker room in a towel and little else, Jordan opened up his locker to fish out his street clothes. He needed to head over to Derek's with Lydia and Stiles, and they were still waiting for him out in the office.
Lydia was waiting for him.
Fire, everywhere...not a gas pilot on a stove with soft flames lapping at his palm, a caress so soft and so comforting he could barely feel it. This was a full scale inferno, with heat stealing his oxygen and fire saving his life.
And suffocation was a painful fucking way to die.
Shutting his eyes, Jordan paused to plant his hands against the lockers in front of him and took a deep, cleansing breath. The air in the locker room was damp, steam from the showers still lingering in the air, but cooler than the blaze...comforting, soothing.
It was as cool as the feel of Lydia's skin beneath his overheated hands.
Thinking of Lydia upset him all over again. Seeing her face when he walked back into the station, covered in ash and ready to break Haige in half...he never wanted her to see him like that. Things were hard enough as it was after dealing with what happened between them...how difficult it was to get her out of his head after that one encounter...the constant anxiety of watching her suffer, unable to help the way he wanted, unable to protect her the way he knew he could...
Now he had to face the rest of her pack and explain himself. Now the secret was out, and more than just those with the deadpool could be coming for him. Phoenixes weren't like werewolves or kitsune...they were more like banshees, at the end of the day, the opposite side of the same coin.
He realized, with a quiet snort, that it wasn't all that strange, he and Lydia being so drawn to each other.
With a heavy sigh, realizing he was still standing in the middle of the locker room in a towel and little else, Jordan opened up his locker to fish out his street clothes. He needed to head over to Derek's with Lydia and Stiles, and they were still waiting for him out in the office.
Lydia was waiting for him.
