Alek Gray ~ Attending a Satyr King's Funeral
“He was calm and cold. And killed calmly and coldly.”
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Alek Gray ~ Attending a Satyr King's Funeral
“He was calm and cold. And killed calmly and coldly.”

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Person: @alekgray Location: Amongst the Fesitivities, hyping Kayce "He's suspiciously good at that." Matteo took a sip from his soda as his eyes narrow as he watches Adamo manage to actually keep hold of Kayce. Was it grease? Was it motor oil? Who was to say what Kayce was covered in? He thought it impolite to ask on top of the fact that perhaps he just didn't want to know. "I take it you're team Kayce for Alpha?" He can't say he's not feeling a bit protective over the ex alpha as they all seem to scramble to find a new one.
Alek saw little of Matteo. Apparently, the kid worked at the Waffle House, but their paths seemed to only cross a little, if ever. "I put money down on most of them." This wasn't how putting money down on someone worked, but at his core, Alek had a big heart and didn't want to see his friends lose. "I lubed Kayce up pretty good before this, I think he's gonna slip his way to the top." Alek believed in his boyfriend's ability to weasel his way through any scenario, just like he believed in Eric's ability to brood their way out of a tight spot and in the elasticity of Serkan's hole to recover from anything.
I got punched. And, he would know, any other day and any other era of their lives Andreas might have shrugged it off, laughed at him or demanded to know who'd done it. These days he knew lycans lived punching each other, or any other form of violence as a form of civil communication. These days his little brother had endured two brain surgeries already and Andreas was highly tempted to suggest a permanent helmet fixture. These thoughts all crossed his mind as he glared with a mixture of exasperation.
Alek, as anyone should have expected, shrugged it off to change the subject. And Andreas, as anyone should have expected, softened a little at the honesty. The Archdruid was easy to anger but far easier to calm down. “In a matter of speaking,” Andreas replied, before letting the attitude of long-suffering fall away. “Leadership comes in many different forms and no one ever said it was easy,” he sighed. “How you deal with it is just as complex. Why? What's making you think of it now?” He nearly smiled. “Are you going to miss being an Alpha?”
One thing that Alek loved about Andreas was that his brother always had a little lecture stored somewhere up his sleeve; no one could ever say that Andreas did not love to hear himself talk. Maybe the same could be said about Alek, but the former Alpha wouldn't admit it, he couldn't help it though that he'd become so popular after he was viciously attacked by a wolf in the wood.
"So preachy, but yeah, I guess you don't have to do much these days." Alek's derisive response was a nonanswer; he had heard the archdruids had all retired, and he was shocked Andreas was even here instead of sipping margaritas somewhere with Evy. Was she in charge now? He couldn't keep track; someone was in charge of the druids in Rome, and Alek had nothing to do with it. "I won't miss it." That much he was sure of; it would be hard to miss getting so many people killed. "Serkan's gonna take it this year, I took it from him, and there's no one here that can take him in a fight." The former alpha had been at Dante's for the last decade, and before that, he'd killed when he was only eighteen. Shit was crazy.
closed starter for @alekgray location: lupercalia note: wink wonk
Lupercalia. It felt like just yesterday that the two of them had been down there fighting each other for that alpha spot. Now the two of them were without a title and only Serkan was fighting for it again. Alek had been through two brain surgeries so there was no way in hell the other was going to even bother becoming alpha again. As far as he was aware at least. It wasn't like he was going to question it constantly. Maybe he would've enjoyed round number two for them, but that didn't really have to be for a spot at the head of the Lupo table. Placing his shades on his face, he lifted a beer to his mouth with his free hand. "Why the fuck didn't anyone mention that fucking Valamir was doing this shit?" He didn't much mind it, but that was sure as hell jeopardizing his chances here. He'd have to be smart about that fight if he really wanted to win this whole thing.
"Can't believe I forgot to sign up," Serkan had been looking over his shoulder the whole time; Alek had meant to come back and put his name down just to see the look on his friend's face when he turned up in the ring again. "how funny would that have been?" A shit-eating grin spread wide; he could see that Serkan was distressed because he was fiddling with his sunglasses. It also could've been that he was trying to look cool, or maybe Serkan was trying to have a good think. "You'll make a better alpha than him any day; that guy fucking reeks." After everything that Serkan had been through, this felt like a full circle moment for him, and Alek was- well, he had a lot of feelings about the whole situation and lacked the emotional depth to navigate it. But fuck it, the pressure had gotten to Alek; maybe not caring would've been a better approach. "Don't sweat it man, you're in that ring all the time. You'll crush it.
"Well, yeah." That was all that came out of his mouth as Alek went about squeezing his arm and then his throat. If it were anyone else, he would've thought it was sexual in nature, but not from the lycan. Alek was just a damn menace with an anger problem now that seemed almost unmatched. Vinny could remember when the other used to hang onto every word he ever said. Now they just passed by each other once a while. The last time they'd seen each other, Alek had choked him enough to where his eyes damn near popped out of the sockets. Entertaining and terrifying at the same time. "You're recruiting me? For a job?"
"Yeah, you know a lot of these old homes use copper wire," Alek had worked a day as a construction worker when he'd first moved to Rome, and in that brief stretch of time before he'd shattered that guy's spinal column, he'd learned that you could sell copper wire for a fuck ton. "you and me, we can get a gig at the scrap yard, we break into a few of these abandoned homes, steal a couple cars or whatever, and then we sell it all for parts." He tapped his knuckles on Vinny's chest, "You think that big magnet would pick you up?"

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It was that time again. Not Lupercalia, Lupercalia was nice, but Andreas remembered how cool he tried to play off bringing 3 D's home one semester of secondary school though internally he was panicking so hard about their parent's reaction that his anxiety made his muscles ache and his nausea act up and his brain all fuzzy while he was unmedicated and he snapped at Alek for breathing too loud. Except his anxieties leveled up since then and now all he was thinking about was the sensation of a certain draconic diety and Octavian. Alek showing up saying ow and talking about heart eating didn't help, reminding him about last year. Maybe he'd start on his meds again.
"No, don't say that," Andreas groaned, looking more panicked than he should have been. "What the fuck did you do with your head again?"
"I got punched." Couple of times, but it was fine, it wasn't like he hadn't been hit a billion times before. It was comforting. "You know," Alek said as he kicked his feet up a bit, "I don't know how you do it." He folded his hands behind his head as he leaned back a little bit and relaxed into the open air of Lupercalia. The sounds of fighting, the conflict that went along with it, man, it was so fucking nice here; these guys were legitimately crazy. "The leadership thing is just-" their dad had told Alek often enough that he wasn't cut out for it, that he'd fail, that he wasn't good enough or smart enough, and when things blew up in his face, the pressure would get to him. Alek used to think that meant he'd never be like, a lawyer or something, turns out things got real when you made yourself Alpha. Alek cut himself off as he looked a this brother, "you know man, you don't look so good. Did you get hit too?"
@destinedgray location: Lupercalia 2024 notes: brudders
"Ow, fuck my head." Alek had gotten into a fight with someone outside the waffle house and while it hadn't ended well, he had learned a valuable lesson: never piss in someone's coffee in front of them and all their friends. "Oh, hey man, what are you doing here?" People were flooding in through the gates, there were participants everywhere, strength challenges, games, and SlipKnot was playing. "Right, Lupercalia, you think anyone's gonna eat a heart this year?"
@vincenzodives location: lubefest notes: *oil can*
"You look the same." Alek squeezed Vinny's scrawny arm before he reached for his throat and gave that a quick squeeze too. "Yeah, definitely the same." They'd been friends before, roommates alongside Sabina and then a lot of shit had kind of hit the fan. Vinny had died a couple times, came back, and then Alek was just out here trying to kill everyone. It felt like they were even somehow. "I've got a business opportunity though where you and I can make a killing, with my smarts and your... Gears, we can go places."
@sabinabrutus location: lupercalia warm beer tent notes: kiss kiss it's time
Had been a year now since Alek had told his former roommate to get fucked. It wasn't like him to make amends, but when he looked around at who his friends were there was just Serkan standing there with sunglasses on. Busting Alek's stupid ass out of The Eye hadn't been Sabina's job, and she was right when she'd pointed out that dropping off the radar was standard idiot!Alek behaviour. Still, he wasn't about to start sprouting apologies. Instead he just saddled up on a bar stool next to the cambion and cleared his throat. "So, buy the former alpha a beer? I had brain surgery recently so, I could do with some charity."
@kaycebishop location: Lupercalia notes: kiss kiss, oiling Kayce up for his greasy alpha fight
"Alright, just remember if Serkan tells you to go for his Kispet he's just trying to trick you into putting your finger up his butt." Alek said as he finished slathering Kayce's back with olive oil, this had been the former alpha's brilliant idea so that if anyone in the gauntlet tried to grab onto him he'd slip right out. Genius move on his part. "Alright, turn around and let me get a good look at you."

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There wasn't much that Kayce could truly say in the moment. Given that before he'd owned the garage, he'd never actually had any sort of job that would be considered conventional. Since he'd been young, he'd always been on the wrong side of the law, so to speak. Petty criminal turned actual criminal. So who was he to argue with what Alek wanted to do as a job. "As long as it gets you out of the house," he retorted, same old grin slid into place. One arm dangled off the side of the couch, while the other rested against his chest. His gaze lifted to the ceiling, traced patterns that weren't even there, "Seeing as how I'll be the next alpha, I think it's you that's lucky."
"Yeah, you'll see. We're gonna be rich someday." Alek bragged about it but the empty cupboards and bottles of beer instead of milk in the fridge said his priorities were a bit skewed. Whatever, he was happy, if keeping Kayce happy meant scraping together some kind of pay cheque then he could do that. He could provide, a bit fucked up that he even had to consider everything he'd been to but realistically the ol'brain surgery excuse wasn't going to work forever.
There had been a bit of humor to the words the other had voiced, for River had no intention of really listening to the other lycans. Not unless it tipped him off to who had bit him, or how Bishop and the other hunters could bring them all down. "I work in a bar, not listening to half of what they say is part of the job," though, that wasn't entirely the truth. But why dwindle on something like that, when the former alpha had taken notice of something else entirely. The question had caused him to stiffen, if only for a moment, before his shoulders had lifted in an almost weak shrug, "Couple of months ago now." Which meant that he had still so much to learn about being a lycan, even though he'd learned enough as a hunter.
"That's the spirit, you'll end up Alpha with someone's heart in your stomach if you take the advice of these guys." Alek knew all that from personal experience because none of that had been his idea, absolutely not. Alek let out a sigh of relief, he was pretty sure he hadn't bitten anyone a couple months ago. "Alright cool, so I don't think it was me then." He clapped the other on the shoulder with a toothy, shit-eating grin. "You know who it was?" It wasn't like Alek was a gossip or anything, but he would definitely be telling Serkan and Kayce all about the newbie.
"And that's.... wise after brain surgery?" He was being slightly facetious, lycans were noted for their durability and swift ability to heal, but this seemed to be Alek playing with fire again. Adamo snorted, the pack was keen to tease and torment Serkan until the former Arno alpha was rolling in his grave, surely, but the Cold merely nodded in finality, "I see. I'll be fighting for it, yes." There was a small smile; where once the Cold was meant to return to Latvia and be primed for his father's pack as Alpha, Adamo could see no reason to return; the Tiber, the Lupo, they were his family now and in such crucial time they needed him the most. "Personally I feel you'd say that to just anyone with the gusto willing to replace you, but I appreciate it."
Alek shrugged, "Dunno, I'd ask my doctor but she took off after my post-op." Wasn't like he and Sanem were friends, considering all the shit that had happened between them that felt like it had to be impossible... But he hoped that she was happy, wherever she ended up, and he hoped that things had worked out for her. Maybe The Eye could really do some good out there, not that it mattered to someone like him. He was just some loser who'd tried, and failed, to be somebody. "Doesn't mean it isn't true." Alek nudged the other with his elbow, albeit gently; "You've got some miles on those tires but I'm sure you still ride pretty good."
Somewhat parallel paths had grouped the two together; where Alek was an oblivious bystander thrust into this world, each day a once mortal Eric had begged for it. Each piece of them felt instinctively different than the mortal creature they'd been reduced to and despite their former pack devising the Exile as some calculated mistake, Eric had somewhat, haphazardly, finally, found their groove in this life. "So, it's all about learning to live with it," and clearly Alek had tried to endure it, had walked the path expected, or deviant, to him until the Harbinger could no longer take it. How many Alpha's had merely stepped down? Eric was certain the end for the majority of lycans in such leadership role was a violent overthrowing or death. Perhaps some would look upon Alek with scorn, but Eric owed a lot to the Harbinger and could see that, while he was being selfish to his own desires, that stepping down was genuinely selfless when it came to the pack. Eric could only hope the next leader, if it couldn't be them, was selfless enough to consider the lycans as a whole. The Exile finally chucked a rock down the slope of the hill, dirt kicking up from where any point of impact from the pebble, "I respect what you did. I know you're not looking for that, or care about it, but I think you did the right thing." Not many had the balls to step down from something which no longer served them.
The pack was alright; everyone seemed cool with or glad he'd backed down from the position. Maybe they were sick of getting pulled into his crap, maybe they blamed him; they definitely should have, but Alek was just as quick to turn it back on them. Still, the only people from the pack who'd bothered with him since shit had hit the fan was Kayce and Serkan. Even this little side show had appeased Eric's curiosity about seeing the former alpha with a bag of rocks. The worst part about everything was how long Alek had felt vindicated in what he was doing, the top dog swinging around the big stick. So many people had gotten hurt because of him, and so many lives had been torn apart as a result. He'd crossed every line and dismissed every value he had once held dear. Alek had grown up an invisible loser, and now, here he was, back where he started. His parents had been right and Eric was right, the last thing Alek was looking for was validation. "Whatever." He chucked a rock again, "You throw like a bitch." As in a female dog (affectionate).
"Patient? I can give you three and a half days before I'm going to start charging you," for what? Kayce hadn't the slightest idea. Maybe a tax for how long the indent from Alek's ass remained in the couch. Or a dollar in the jar for every kid he made cry during one of those games. The cigarette was pulled from his lips, before it was snubbed out and discarded on the ground. He'd have to remember to throw it out later. If he remembered, as fingers pressed into his jaw before lips pressed against his own, "Good, cause I'm feeling well kicked around already."
"You're such a hardass." Alek sighed before folding an arm behind his head, the other wound snugly around the mechanic. "I can be a scrapper, maybe rummage through some of the abandoned houses in the old Arno territory; there's probably a fuck ton of copper wire in there." That was an idea; now he was getting somewhere, he'd be an entrepreneur again (petty criminal), and he could be his own boss (unemployed). Maybe he'd see if anyone else he knew was working there, Serkan had two fucking businesses already so he was probably too busy. Alek really needed more friends, but he didn't like anyone. "You're damn lucky I love you."

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"So you were the last alpha," it's phrased more as a statement, rather than a question. It would be hard not to know who Alek was, given how everyone talked about him. There had been more than enough rumors that circulated him, from his previous status to being a volatile, to whatever the hell he was now. "Seems like you're still a big deal around here. Most of these guys won't shut up about you."
Enjoying the finer things (bar nuts) with his feet up on the table, Alek tipped the sunglasses he'd stolen from Serkan down his nose as he peered over the top of the lenses at the other lycan who'd approached. He smelled... Fresh wasn't the right word. Green, maybe. "These guys are all fucking nut jobs, you shouldn't listen to a word they say." Alek wasn't a big deal; he'd just been some lunatic on an ego trip. He grinned a bit before he took his boots off the table and leaned forward with his feet firmly planted beneath him, "When did you get bit?" The question stemmed from a cocktail of morbid curiosity, minuscule concern, and a need for assurance that he didn't have another pup running around here.