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Dec 23 2017, 03:17 AM
[trigger warning; mature, blood, death, emotional trauma, etc]

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It hurt. <i>Everything</i> hurt. Quinn had felt so lost, so drained when he had shoved Raine out the door. Like slamming the door on one of his own limbs, and knowing that there hadn't been any other good options left for him. That remained real and true in different ways now, too. He was devoid of options and it was cutting into him to think about it. He had known that there would be no good way out of this situation he found himself in, but he had thought that he could deal with it alone. Suffer alone. Carry all of the guilt and the hurt because no one else needed to ever know about it. About what had happened, what he'd done. He had wanted to keep it from them, because he knew there wasn't a good answer he could give. Because it would only display how messed up he was. How much he was holding on to all of this, when he was still trying to deal with it all. What it all meant for the three of them. The possiblities of what it all could be if they'd all only get on the same page as each other. That was what he wanted. He didn't want to give any of it up, and maybe that was the most selfish thing of all. Wanting to be with all of them, somehow. He wanted too much.
<p>
He had kicked Raine out. Had forced the vampire away from himself. And it took all the power he had left to do it, when he had been running so low already. The last of what he'd had, that way to cover up his scent so they wouldn't know. But he'd had to give that up to send Raine away, to force the pain, the paralytic on the vampire if Raine dared to come to close to him again. Quinn had done this, had caused this to happen. Had ruined it all, because he had wanted too much. Wasn't that always how it went? He always wanted too much, asked too much. He had pushed Raine too far into the darkness, and that had come back on him. Raine was lost to him now, and it was all his fault. More than that, though, was what he had done for the young vampire. <i>With</i> the young vampire. He had thought it merely a new chapter of being understood, of getting closer to being himself, fully and completely. He had wanted that with Sirius, but it was fear that held him back in that. He already knew how Sirius felt about the darker aspects of himself, and there was always going to be something about that which held Quinn back in fear that he would lose Sirius for good. Forever.
<p>
And he had already thought that had happened when Sirius had lost the memories of him, of all of the past of what they had been through. All the feelings and everything else that had made up who Quinn now was. Getting another chance with Sirius felt so surreal, and he was afraid of losing that again. He knew that there were things that the older vampire wouldn't be okay with. Hell, he had seen the look Sirius had gotten that day when he had brought the begging girl to Raine. Sirius had let the lesson run it's course, but Quinn still knew that Sirius held tightly to humanity long gone, and that would always hold Quinn back, too. At least in that area. But he would not forget that moment that Sirius had simply let Quinn take control of the situation. It had been for the best -- in Quinn's opinion -- that Raine learn the hard lesson then and there. And he had felt such intense warmth that Sirius had allowed him to teach it as he would; knowing how Sirius felt about that sort of thing. It was almost funny, that Quinn's view of torture had changed so vastly over time. When Sirius had slaughtered those vampires back in the old days with relish, and Quinn had done it quick and clean.
<p>
Times had changed, and Quinn was no longer that person that cared to spare the torture. There had been a time when he had prided himself on the quick and clean kills, but now? He liked the screams, the pain. He fed on it, sipped on it as if it were some fine wine to taste and tease himself with. Just like the way he viewed blood, though even that had a more base level to it, because he craved it in ways that had nothing to do with sustaining life. And yet he still craved it like a wild animal starved. Topics that he had no way to go around if brought up. Like what he had been doing the last few days when he wasn't around Sirius and demanding attention. Quinn knew that he had been clingy, yes. He couldn't help that, because hormones were a bitch, and he couldn't pretend those away. Couldn't hide them away in the way that he had done for his scent change. The way he had altered that to seem as if everything was normal with him, when it really wasn't. There was nothing he could do about the hormones cropping up more and more in his blood, and that was why he had been shying away from sharing it the last week and all. He couldn't make that go away. And his power was less.
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It had been fading more and more as the days went on. At first he couldn't shift -- that loss was painful enough all on it's own -- and then the fire was gone. Two things that were very, very Quinn. Vital pieces of who he was. Or maybe that was what he told himself, because what was he without those two things in paticular? He wasn't really sure. But he did know that his abilities were draining away as the days went on, and he had finally realized why, too. Realized it after he'd already gotten three sheets to the wind drunk, and everything seemed to fall in around him once it had become clear. He had been shocked and for a long while he had sat there, not knowing what to think or feel. Searing pain of what it meant, what he had gained and lost at the same time. What he couldn't do, what he wished that he could do, what he wished that he could give. If there was anyone else that deserved it, anyone else he wanted to give that to, it would be Sirius. It hurt, hurt so badly that he couldn't do this, couldn't go through with it. Quinn <i>wanted</i> it, wanted it so badly, and yet the cost of it; that was something he didn't think he could pay right now. He wanted to live this life.
<p>
He wanted this time with Sirius, this time with the two vampires that held sway over his feelings, who he had gotten so far with. Quinn did not want to give that up, and he was torn up with what the choices were before him. That he could give Sirius this part of himself, but not be around to see it. He could do that, or he could keep this time for himself and let the cost of that be the life he currently held inside of him. Quinn hated what that meant, what he had to give up because he just wanted to be happy, just wanted to be here, to have this. He was getting weaker and weaker by the day, each day that he held off, each day that he told himself that he would be strong enough to end this, strong and selfish enough to keep that tight hold on his life. He had lost so much, and now he had to lose more. Had to lose something that he wanted so damn badly. Had wanted for so long, and had gotten so close to having before it was snatched away before. He had the twins for so short a time before he had to give them up. He knew he couldn't do it alone, and he knew Sirius would have appreciated that they got all the things that they should have had. That by birthright should have been theirs.
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It was nothing he could give now, nothing he could ask of anyone now. Nothing he could survive long enough to ensure. Quinn hated himself for that, for what he had to do to keep going. What he had to give up, what would be lost. And he would carry that guilt forever. He would harbor that pain for as long as he went on, because he wished he could let this happen. He wanted the family that he was being teased with, but he knew that it was him or that little creature that would soon thrum with a heartbeat he wouldn't be able to hide. Not from vampires. But it was too late now for that. One vampire already knew, had tasted it in is blood, had turned on him. Quinn had cried into his pillow for everything that he had lost and stood to lose because of this. Because he had held off, waited. Because he had pushed Raine too far, had believe that he had all of this covered. Quinn had bet too much and he had lost. Raine was going to tell Sirius, and Raine had already been lost. Quinn didn't pretend that he wasn't going to lose so much, had already lost more than he had thought he would in this short amount of time. And he was left with that insecure feeling that maybe his life wasn't worth this anymore.
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He had lost the right to that, too. Would no longer want it once Sirius knew. With Raine gone, too. He couldn't love. That was what Raine had told him, after everything he had shared. After everything. All those memories, and Raine had picked those things that left him the most vunerable, and had hit there. Had thrown it back in his face. <i>He couldn't love, couldn't love, couldn't love</i>. And Quinn just wanted to be sick, wanted to lash out and say it wasn't true. He could love, and he could love deeply. Why else would he be so hurt now, when all of this was happening? To know what he had to do, what he had to give up? What had already been given up? It was too late for Raine, and the young vampire had said he was going to tell Sirius what was going on— <i>The other vampire</i>. Quinn had frozen the moment that he realized what the words had actually been. He had just drifted past the actual words for what they really meant at first, when everything had felt so broken, so destroyed, but now? Now he had realized that there had been no name given for the other vampire. What did that mean? Why hadn't Raine just said <i>Sirius</i>? It made no sense.
<p>
The confusion settled like lead in the pit of his thoughts, but Quinn could make no sense of it. He knew that there was no time to debate anything. Time was up. It was too late. Quinn had to deal with this now, and then? Then he had to face the consequences of being found out. Of Sirius finding out. Quinn was about to kill Sirius' child. He let that fact settle in his mind, and he wanted to be sick. Quinn hated himself for it. He wanted this baby, but he also wanted to live this life, because he didn't know if he'd ever have this chance again. And now none of that may matter. Quinn knew that he shouldn't waste time, because every second he let tick by was one more that Raine could find Sirius in. And then what? Send the older vampire this way, to find out all of this, to see the horrible state Quinn was in? To deal with all of the messy problems that knowing all of this stuff came with? It should never have gone this far. They should have never known, never had to feel anything that this would bring. But Quinn couldn't save anyone from it now, not if Raine found Sirius and told the older vampire any of it. And Quinn didn't doubt for a moment that Raine would, after all that had been said.
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Quinn had found himself staring at the small jars of powdered herbs, looking dully from them to the window and knowing that he didn't have that kind of time. The panic was starting to rise, and Quinn's mind wasn't really going in any rational direction. Couldn't be rational for the sharp turn it had taken, for what he intended to do. The herbs wouldn't work now, because they'd take too long and leave him weak for longer than he thought he could stand. He doesn't know if in the long run he was going for the more violent approach, because he was aware of the damage the herbs could do in his weaker state; the havoc they could play on his body while he still had no powers to keep himself thriving. Not for the dose he'd need to take to end it quickly. For it to be soon enough. He closed his eyes, trying to settle himself for what he aimed to do, but the tears were already forming behind his eyelids, just waiting to spill down his face. He took a breath, let it out, and walked over to the bed, cringing at the pale sheets as he settled in, sitting up against the headboard. He wasn't ready for any of this, but Sirius would find him soon, and Quinn couldn't hesitate any longer. So he didn't.

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He was shaking so hard as he sat there, ashen pale and staring straight ahead at the wall next to the door, knowing that at any moment Sirius would be there. Quinn was very much in shock right now, and his mind kept running on replay of the last several minutes -- had it been longer? he couldn't remember, couldn't be sure -- and the tears were still running steady down his face, quivering as he shook before those tears fell. Some fell into the bloody crevice of the fingers of his lightly closed fist of his arm half curled in front of him, settled on the pale bed cover now spattered with blood. Blood was spattered and streaked up his chest and lower, though he was mostly covered up by the bedsheets. When Sirius arrived in the doorway, Quinn's gaze slid towards the vampire. Quinn's expression was broken, haunted, hollow. <font color="46546e">"I know it's over, I know it's—"</font> He shook his head; <font color="46546e">"There's nothing I can do, but I just can't do <i>this</i>." </font>He whispered, and his eyes were wide, frenzied. <font color="46546e">"<i>It's still moving</i>."</font> The words were a cracked rasp; he couldn't force himself to make it stop, to do that last thing. Couldn't do it, now that he'd seen it. Now that it was as real as ever.
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He had spent several days away from the estate, mostly trying to get his thoughts on everything sorted out. It had been eye opening, and Quinn was still angry and hurt over having left himself vulnerable and having things end up as they had. Mostly, he was upset at Raine for how the young vampire had handled things, for the way Quinn had felt so dismissed after Sirius had left and Raine went to bed. It had been surprising to find himself in that situation, and he wondered if he had done the wrong thing to let it all get as far as it had. If it would change anything too vital for him to be able to deal with. If it would mess with things he did not yet understand. And there were other problems that he still had to face.
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He'd altered his scent to hide himself from the vampires at first, and then he'd tweaked it back to normal when he decided he was ready to deal with all the issues he had left back at the estate. He did not want to move forward with any of it until he spoke to Sirius, because the older vampire's opinion mattered in this case. Yes, the original thing said was still held in Quinn's mind, but it was the second comment that still bothered Quinn too much to let go of. No, Quinn wasn't going to decide something that big without Sirius being sure on what he wanted, too. It made a difference to Quinn, and there was so much about that day that needed to be discussed. Quinn simply did not know where to start, not really.
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Except to return to his crypt on the estate and wait to be noticed. It shouldn't take long; that much Quinn believed fully and completely. Sirius would notice that he was nearby. But Quinn was not yet ready to be near Raine, and that was the reason he was here, was waiting for Sirius. Settled down on top of the lid of where his body should have been laid to rest, had there ever been a body sent home to do so with. Quinn had only ever settled down here while very much alive, but he found an odd comfort in it. Or he usually did. Today, he wasn't so sure he felt that at all. He closed his eyes, resting a moment; he hadn't been sleeping, save for the night he had got so drunk he passed out, but sleeping without Sirius beside him seemed wrong.
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Passing out was the only option he had with his drained energy; he had to sleep to regain better control of his abilities again. He'd felt better, in a way, when he had woken up the next day. Outside in the middle of Winter, but his abilities had flared back up with the rest, enough to heat his body and keep him freezing. Better than trying to not sleep at all and have it slowly drain away and leave him cold; too cold to protect himself. But he had gotten up, had a weird interaction, and then, later, he'd gorged himself with food and felt infinitely better. Enough to end up with a clear enough head to return here. To wait, to be able to hold conversations with Sirius before he had a talk with Raine, later. </font></div></div></center>
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He had been gone from the manor for a few days with the intent to track down someone or something that could help with Raine's lack of control and bloodlust. There had been several leads in that area that he had been tracking down over the few days when he had thought that things were fine. Potions, charms, things that Quinn had wanted to find out more about and follow up on. Information that might help him in the task he had set out to do in helping Raine overcoming this part of the vampirism. It was a hazard to let Raine continue to go unchecked in that area, because there could be someone in the crossfire eventually that either of them wouldn't like to be. The bodies that piled up could lead to problems in time, because Quinn couldn't always be there to clean it up promptly -- he was a little concerned with these few days he'd been away in that, but he'd left blood there, too -- and someone could end up hunting Raine for it all.
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Quinn had no expected for someone to be hunting Raine for an entirely different reason altogether already, though. For all of those freed slave children that Raine had been watching over and caring for those three years ago. Had been doing long before Quinn had found the once-human that one night. It had been a longer span of time for Quinn, but he tried to look at it first and foremost in the way that Raine would; three years had gone by. It wasn't the same, but Quinn tried to put those thoughts behind him. To deal with things as they had come. And while Quinn had gone to find better ways to help Raine, there was truth in the fact that Quinn believed that they both needed a little time apart to think of what had happened that last night. The burning, the memories. All the things that had been said and done; the way Quinn had let all that darkness bleed through around them so Raine could finally see it all firsthand. So Quinn went, giving that space.
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And some days later from that, the news had traveled that Raine had been captured, taken. For all of those freed children over the years, there had been a hefty bounty on Raine's head. And someone had gone for it. Which meant they had trespassed into the manor to do it, no less. All of that had Quinn seething, because it had been over a week since Quinn had left to seek answers, and it had been probably that long or nearly since Raine had been taken and the news to travel back to reach Quinn. So Quinn had to go back to the manor, pick up scents, grab some of the blood bags and weapons to get ready to go and bring Raine back. Quinn didn't know that was already being done, of course. He was thinking of how he was going to do it, knowing that the anger flooding through him at the idea of someone coming here and taking Raine away did not inspire much planning on Quinn's part. It would be violence and fire and blood; he was good at that.
<p>
He had heard the sound of hoof-beats from one of the upper rooms of the manor and paused for only a moment before he was moving to go downstairs, grab one of his katanas and headed to the door. But upon opening it, all he could see was Raine there, passed out on the door step. The faint sound of retreating hoof-beats rang in Quinn's ears, but he set the katana inside the door and went to pick Raine up to carry the young vampire into the house. Yet once Quinn had closed the front door, the scent hit him right in the face, and he stared down at Raine. The shock of it kept him from dropping everything -- or Raine, in this case -- and going after that scent Quinn knew so well. He simmered in the emotions welling up from what it meant, what it all meant. He moved to take Raine upstairs, using it as a way to clear his head the best that he could. He put Raine in the young vampire's bed and set the bag of blood packets next to Raine and walked out.
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Quinn was feeling overwhelmed with what he now knew. Sirius remembered. He had to have remembered to have found out what had happened to go after Raine and rescue him from what was going on. Quinn could not ignore that. Not the fact that Sirius had remembered and stayed away until now, to bring Raine back. Then to leave again without anything. Not a glimpse, not a word; <i>nothing</i>. Quinn wanted to let go of the fury that was rising up within him. Wanted to deal out violence and pain and make something bleed. He also wanted to go far, far from here and scream and scream with every aching beat of his heart. Yet Quinn was reaching for calm, for silence and stealth as he left the manor. He moved with feline speed and grace through the forest, tracking that scent that had been left uncovered, not hidden at all. There were entangled scents alongside Sirius', but Quinn ignored them. Animal scents, and he already knew of the horse.
<p>
That was what gave Sirius some time over him in finding the trail and getting to where it led. <i>Who</i> it led to. And then, up ahead after he'd been going a little while, a campfire was crackling in the darkness, with smoke rising up in a thin line. It called to Quinn, that pinpoint that drew him in, closer. It had brought him to where he had wanted to go, and there was a little bit of nearly everything stirred up in those hours. The rest of the night, the morning, and into the afternoon. Somewhere around that time was when Quinn pointed out the need to check on Raine, considering how bad the young vampire had looked before he'd left, and the mere fact that Raine had been passed out on the front steps when Sirius had left him. Quinn wasn't sure if Raine would had woken back up to eat or slept it out once tucked into bed. Perhaps the young vampire wouldn't have woken by now, or maybe Raine had left a trail of bodies near the manor already.
<p>
There was no knowing such things until they got back and checked on Raine. But Quinn had so much going through his mind right now, after all that had happened in the hours after Raine had been rescued and brought back to the front steps of the manor. There was obviously a lot that still had to be discussed, but for now the first order of business was to get to the manor and check on things. Sirius had shifted into wolf form to do so in the sunlight, and there had been something cold within Quinn to see the form. All that it represented, all the linked things, the connections of it. Still, there was also the wolf-dog that made Quinn grit his teeth, but the horse and raven didn't gain a second glance from him. Quinn had made short work of picking up the campsite before they went, his need to keep things tidy when it came to unnatural things -- what wasn't found in nature unless brought into it -- winning over any need to rush to get back. He couldn't help it.
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Some things were simply ingrained into who he was, and Quinn had long ago accepted how strange it was that he needed to clean rooms and campsites and keep them all so very tidy -- the manor had him in a tizzy, which was why he kept most of the doors closed so he did not have to look at the disarray and feel the festering urge to clean everything while his time felt so constricted with trying to find ways to help Raine -- while Quinn felt no such need out in the wilderness when it came to blood and guts from a half eaten hunt, or anything similar to that. But finally, the manor loomed into sight, and Quinn was quick to open the door and step inside, holding the door open for the wolf form of Sirius to also enter the house. <b>"Welcome to the Ellis Estate of Foirfich. Where I was more or less raised."</b> The words were honestly a bit grim, but his expression gave away nothing as he peered at Sirius, then around to see if Raine was indeed awake yet.

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<div style="font-family: times new roman; color: #999999; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; width: 455px; padding: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 10px 20px 10px 20px;">These are the characters that i have that i might bring over if i can get them doing something, into something. i don't want to just have them around doing nothing, so i figured asking for plots for them before i decide who to bring over would be a good idea, since i don't know who i even should bring next o: not all of these may be acceptable here, but they can be tweaked as needed if a good plot arises. and I am willing to do some plots that others might not, so throw ideas at me?
(btw can you tell that i like angelic type names and have an obvious type? tbf they are all half siblings xD lol)</div>
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Cassiel is loyal to friends and family and sticks by them, always there when needed, and he tries to keep everything together. He puts them first, and does his best to bring his family together when he can, and is known in the family for being the caretaker of many of his half siblings. Often enough, Cassiel is eternally trying to please everyone around him with little regard to himself. He can't stand disappointing people. He makes the best of things as much as possible, and can be hyper- optimistic about life. There are days where he seems to be in a state of perpetual happiness, almost always smiling, laughing or joking around. Usually in a very good mood around people. He likes to be creative with everything; what he does, and enjoys botany and the outdoors. He enjoys being around people, and being alive and almost all living things. Anything with life within it interests him, and he wants so much to be a part of something; of life. Animals of any kind he loves, and most of the time the feeling is mutual. He likes to dance and have the time of his life. If he's not dancing or hanging with friends or family, he's out in his unicorn form. The catch with this, however, is that while in unicorn form, he bleeds when he is emotional. The blood usually sprouts plant life when it touches the ground, but it's still quite a sight to see. And that isn't the only thing, because he cannot always control when he shifts in and out when his emotions are high. So, he will need friends, unicorns to hang out with; something. He is very open for what to do with him.
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he's never been really good at this sort of thing. any attempted friendships are going to be iffy, and it'll take some time to form a real friendship kind of bond with him. trust won't come that easy, but he can play the part if need be. if he feels that he needs to act like a friend to get somewhere (perhaps to actual friendship, eventually), then he just might take that option. however, real attempts would be made only if he felt he could really get along with said person and didn't clash; too much. since his blood is intoxicating/creates a high to most species, i could see some maybe trying to befriend him to get at it, and he's into getting bitten, so..
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easy. quinn can be quite tempermental, and if there is any room for wrong assumptions, that's where he'll look first. he's kind of a dick, and just about anything can set him off. quinn can hold grudges like nobody's business, and those grudges and dislikes can be a bit spotty at times. harm or threaten anyone he cares about, and he'll be after you in a heartbeat. on the flip side of that, maybe he ate someone or beat up someone that would give someone else a reason to hate him. too many options here. deities, lions, hyenas, wolf shifters and witches fall under this by default, and he has his reasons for it.
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quinn is a panromantic polyamorous homosexual, which means that he'll only have sex with males, but he can on very rare occasions have an emotional interest with just about anyone. he also has no problems having more than one sexual or romantic partner at a time, so being married (and obviously long distance separated now) does not stop him from seeking out his interests.
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