⇢ 𝙿𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝙽𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚞𝚜

“Oh hardly. My family has money but none of it is mine. It’s all my older brother’s. And it’s not like we are the Cromwells. Hell we aren’t even Aldair rich.” he said with a soft laugh, though they were well off. Lance worked for his own money. he had to get used to making his own way in life. Even wit the advantages he was given before that. “ I can tell you now. I’m not sweet at all. I just don’t think anyone wants to be called an onion.” he smirked and pulled Vincent so they could leave. “Majix or Phallos?” 

“There’s 3 of ‘em.” He rose three fingers against his head to show over to Vincent. “Ooh, this looks like the perfect gift for Lance. He’s always so mean to me, it’ll be great to put him in his place.” He snickered slightly, glad that he was one-third done with his shopping for his brothers. “Will give that to Ethan!” He smiled, eyes mesmerized by the sort of inventory this shop had. “Oh, hi sorry, I’m Maverick but everybody just calls me Mav. You’re Vincent, right? I think i’ve seen you around town and some stuff.” He offered a smile in solace, slightly rosy cheeks were a usual for this particular Siward brother. 

“It’s fine I do too. You know. Too much money. Too many brother’s. Not enough of it to go around. So I will sponge off of them for as long as they will let me.” Lance said with a little laugh as he pulled Vincent in closer to his tall form. “Not that I am penniless. I simply have to work for what I have. Unlike some in this town.” He smiled staring down into the boy’s face, cupping his jaw with one hand. “So what say you little necromancer? Drinks. Dancing. See where the night takes us hm? Maybe we can raise a little hell.” Lance made a face when the other likened him to an onion. “Cakes have layers. So do parfaits. I’d rather be something sweet than an onion.” 

vincent had a rather…. unique gift of reanimation with corpses and although it scaared anaru, he had gotten used to it as the boy got older and older and his skills got better. “that’s wonderful, vincent. i’m glad you were able to improve your skills… though i wonder what the full extent of your powers could be one day” the thought brought anaru chills though. “are you okay, though? you look upset…” the father took note of the boys fists knuckled into his knees as though he were trying to control himself. “i’m doing just fine. business is doing good as always, keahi is working on a new project for the town… we got a new sub recently and he’s… not what i expected” he said, anaru lived a rather simple lifestyle as a socialite. 

“I have to get something for them in return. My father would be so heartbroken if I didn’t get anything for my brothers.” He grunted out a sigh just thinking about it. Taking the hand that was put in his, he lifted it up and kissed the back of his hand. “Oh you still answer to your father? That’s so cute. But what if I am naughty and I keep  you out too late hm?” he asked with a smirk pulling Vincent closer to him by the hand he held. “Why are you so curious about my secrets hm?” 

Vincent would have melted right then and there if it were possible. Lance had turned the boy into putty with a swift display of affection and he was reeling. "I still live under his roof. It's the least I can do for him." Staying out late for once in his life was something he could do. He would have been a fool to turn down such an offer. "I like the aspect of mystery. You're like an onion. There are layers and I wanna know all about them."

the maloy had worked for their freedom and the life they were given with the help of the anitelu family, so a gift like this was really unnecessary but anaru had expensive tastes in jewelry and this certainly fit that criteria for him to take it without resisting. he walked over to the mirror and looked at how the color of it complimented his complexion and smiled, he’d have to wear it to the next event that was being thrown because it was beautiful. “aw thank you, dear” he said as he puts a hand along the others lower back and guides him to the sitting room where anaru had been before he answered the door and gestured for him to sit with anaru. “so, tell me vincent. how are you and your father?”

"We're good. I've been busy with work and my studies." Vincent plants himself near Anaru, keeping a respectful distance away from the man. "I've gotten even better at control corpses. Which still sounds as morbid as ever." He draws a breath before he clears his breath, looking down at his knees which he was gripping so hard that his knuckles had gone white. Anybody in their right mind and with the ability to see would be flustered by the intense beauty of Anaru. Even Aphrodite herself would have written a ballad upon witnessing his splendor. "How are you though? I'd rather not talk about me." Vincent turns his head toward the muscular man, giving him a warm smile.

“Great, seems like I found the right place.” Ethan followed where he was pointing at and he raised a brow to ask if he was fucking kidding him when he saw the rack of candies. His demeanor changed when he pulled out a box and later revealed what was hidden inside it. “Yes, those real horns.” He looked at the the items in delight and he could already feel how much energy they held. The animancer touched some of them, and he could tell the ones that were harvested more recently and remnants of the life energy was still strong. “I’ll take these on any price. Do tell.” He got enough money, they weren’t the poorest house, but they weren’t the richest as well. “Unless you’re kind enough for a discount, I’m just saying. Cute looking guys are sometimes considerate.”

“Oh fucking hell. Christmas gifts? That means I am going to have to get him something. Fuck my life.” Lance groaned and rubbed his face in frustration. The last thing he wanted to do was have to get other people Christmas presents. He huffed and held out his hand for the other man to take. “Hey wanna get the fuck out of here? We can go get drinks maybe?” he asked with a smile. “And don’t worry about Jordy. He’d…beautiful. But no I don’t really like him all that much. He’s the reason I have to work for a living.” 

Vincent doubted that Lance would appreciate the gag gifts that he helped picked out for the Siward brothers. "Eh, you don't have to get them anything in return. Sometimes a card is more than enough, y'know? I always prefer to get gift cards anyway." He takes the hand offered to him, knowing he'd be a fool to turn down such an invitation. "I'm down! I can't be out too late, though. My dad'll blow up my phone." Vincent admits with a furrow of his brow. Even at the age of twenty one, his adoptive father coddled the boy to the point where it was nearly smothering. "We don't have to talk about him, honestly. I'd rather talk about you and all of your secrets."

   What could that possibly mean? His forehead wrinkled with curiosity as he watched the young man circle the counter and step up to the table. Dark eyes followed the boy’s hand, and lingered on the bird for a moment. He wondered what could the warlock could have meant when he said his gift was deeper than telek– “Holy shit,” he barked with wide eyes as he watched the stuffed owl come to life. If the man wasn’t white enough, he turned almost sickly pallid; every hair on his body stood at end. Coop flinched when the bird spread its wings, and nearly fell over when it took flight. Wide eyes stayed on the creature, and the lifeless eyes that peered down at him felt like they could suck him up any moment. “Uh… Please don’t take this the wrong way, but your gift is terrifying.”

"It's not that scary. They're completely harmless!" He tilts his head which was then mirrored by his undead thrall. "I'm sorry if I gave you a fright, though. I should've given you a warning before springing that on you." Vincent returns the owl to the display it had been on moments before. He fiddles with the posing of the creature before it goes still once again. "Um, yeah. I guess it's cool if people are expecting it. It's great for Halloween parties, let me tell you." Vincent shyly rubs at the nape of his neck, giving him a sheepish smile.