It must be hard for the retirees if itâs a job that requires the energy of a teenager. Yes, haha, exactly. I was even scared of some teenagers when I was a teenager. Ooh that must be nice. Maybe I should star delegating the summer hiring process to my brother, heâs closer in age to the teens, anyway.
Oh, so much easier, itâs incredible. Itâs wild, how much easier it is to talk to strangers when you canât see their faces. Though, I think the key factor here is that weâre typing, too, not speaking. Because it would take me days to record a video that I knew was going to be seen by a lot of strangers. How do you feel about public speaking?
Itâs quite beautiful, I donât think youâll regret it! Oh wow, I love watermelon! Were you able to eat them? Yes, I think they do. I donât know much about them, but hers is very abundant. Mm, most likely. Gardening can sometimes be more time consuming than people expect.Â
Ooh, that sounds like it might be fun. You mean like⌠wine tasting, that sort of thing? Or making your own wine? Iâm not sure we have the weather for it, unless you wanted to make cranberry wine instead of grape. Now that might be interesting. Ooh, a whole vineyard greenhouse⌠that sounds like a sight to see. Â
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[user is jealous and surprised at the easy conversation here]Â
This is true. The internet contains itâs own mask. I am never on such devices, but to have entire conversations with some random librarian is incredibly strange.Â
Orobas I can easy public speak, there is nothing about it that is fearful. He always has had a way with words. There is confidence you must have, perhaps start there.Â
No watermelon was eaten, someone stole it apparently.Â
There has to be lots of better places to have a vineyard then here. Where would you suggest a good place to be?Â
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{text} I know. I havenât felt that much anger in a long time as I did when I saw you that day. And I gave you my word that I would help you make her pay. In whatever way necessary. All you had to do was ask. I would drain her myself if thatâs what you wanted. That offer still stands.Â
Christ and all the Saints⌠I take it this means youâve already handled it? Why did you go alone? I wouldâve come. Without question.
{text} That promise protected her. In the end, even I we couldnât do anything without risking it still being active. That was the problem with it all. That is why he is buried while I figure out if he managed to break it or not.Â
Nothing is ever entirely handled. Life will always prove that. There will be someone else to step in our way. This is why its always been better to be just the two of us. The moment we stop, this happens. The world shifts and stares upon us, and thinks one thing. They shouldnât be here.Â
[pm] No, youâre getting your stupid cursed watermelon, so I wonât owe you anymore.
[pm] Who are you? You know what-- why donât you take Jae @seongofjaeâ. [user inserts phone number] He should be able to aid you. Keep him occupied this week.Â
{text} Actually, yes. Thatâs exactly the impression you gave when you came to me with half your face burned off. Â And on occasion, yes.
{text} Melted, pocketed holes though the bones, and scarred gums for all eternity from that holy water. You know no one really helped him me with that. Just let some woman get away with it without a gathering of disposable vampires to feast on her. So where were you? Just being concerned? Â
Have youâŚthought about writing a letter? To explain your feelings? ItâsâŚeasier than saying it out loud and itâŚhelps. It helps to write it down, and you can keep writing until its worded just the way you want. And whatever you canât say in a letter, you say in person. IâŚlike letters. I think theyâve worked for me. At the end of the day, your actual words matter more than any material object. They are far more valuable, and they will say what you need them to.
I understand. But maybe donât think of this as one perfect present to give, you could give them multiple presents over time. And so, one doesnât need to capture everything, maybe the next will, or the one after that.Â
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I did love someone very deeply, I can only assume this love placed that person at the center of my priorities and transformed my a life journey for mutual fulfillment rather than simple attainment. Â
But then I lost it in a poker game, so I wouldnât know.Â
But there is a product that would allow them to see your feelings rather then simply hear them. Interested?Â
Who: Haxian (Orobasâ maker)Â
Where: Bloodhaven
TW: Possible abuse, {they donât see it that way.} Just be safe with that gray area for you. Starvation insinuation.Â
Summary: Haxian has witnessed Orobas act through his own murder over four centuries using others as replacements. The only thing that will stop his progeny from spiraling with no possible return was difficult and necessary. He put him in a casket, shackled, and injured, and dropped him in a flooded well on the night of Lydiaâs attempted murder. Â
HAXIAN!!!Â
Haxian stood in the beautifully decorated dining hall of Bloodhaven hours later. Furnished richly, in tastes that clearly suited Orobas' with dark woods, deep colors that weren't overbearing on the senses, and pretty scents of flora and sandalwood aroma. Such a smell made him think back to their homelands. He struck a match and lit the end of incense, the tip of it burned hot and bright red before blowing out into a trail of wispy smoke.Â
How long it's been since they were allowed anywhere near their birthplaces. The entire east had changed since ancient times, different names, boundaries, shaping wars, and infiltration's of outside influences. Where home was didn't entirely exist properly anymore. The bounties too high, a perfect place to suicide in total destruction if they both decided immortality was enough.Â
Haxian wore a traditional meets modern variation on the tang suit jacket of pale blue and white, folded creases, and looked comfortable. Against the grayed batlike visage of his skin and the shifted additions to his features, it was a strange visual combination. However, Haxian felt the most comfortable in silks and linens over designer suits Orobas always adorned.
COME BACK! GET ME OUT! GET ME OUT! GET ME OUT!!
He stared out the window as Orobas screamed in his mind, the humans that pretended to be a part of this place already left for the night and gave the whole area a comfortable tranquility. In the basement were a few newborns, and a couple others working on things for Bloodhaven. The Elder's presence usually had the occupants within the clubhouse, finding other rooms to settle in. Fear was a strong undercurrent here. However, tonight they were working on a few things for him, setting up training for the younger ones, it was honestly a flashback to his times with his master. That time of his life boring until he found Orobas, and now he was walking the same path. Things always came full circle.Â
His blood family had always done things a little differently than others. Perhaps it was because of how they were chosen. Around him now were diverse structures of makers and progenyâs, some left to their own devices, some made without care, others shared the same sentiment as them, and kept close as lovers, siblings, or undefined. Haxian always had a different feeling about it. Orobas was his to wield and have. Period. There was nothing else to it, and such an obsessive passion couldn't be defined.Â
AHHH!!!! I NEED TO EAT!!! ITS ALREADY BEEN DAYS BEFORE LYDIA!!!
Haxian continued to listen to the idle chatter in the room. The conversations amusing at times, as they asked him questions on his history, and begun putting together a timeline of his long life. Most in the room were barely pushing a hundred, missing so many wars, and critical historical moments. Orobas' idea was to document his story, his progeny one who always allowed his mind to forget the past when the moments didn't matter or hold significant weight. Haxian had to wonder if Orobas wanted to remember things or to piece together excuses to step away from him.Â
A soft-spoken vampire asked him something he almost missed, he turned towards them with a gentle, yet terrifying smile. "No, that moment actually transpired within France. There was a small villa there that was occupied by a witch who had decided to cash in on our bounty. We compelled the entire village over the span of a week, so it seemed organic and their ideas. Then we sat back and watched the witch hunt unfold. It was loud, with pitchforks and fire. We watched her fight, and we watched her burn at the stake."Â
"That was the area that the slayers found you," one of the vampires asked, and Haxian nodded.Â
"Such an old family-- France never was the same after. We never went again," Haxian felt those distant memories toy within his mind. Slayers weren't entirely feared by him, but for Orobas, whose name carried through time-- they would always, eventually find him. If he had to define fear.Â
"Eldon would know, right? He carries that scar on his chest, the one that almost took him out. He showed us one night when he was in a 'giving' mood," one of the younger vampires chuckled, doing air quotes. "Where is he anyway?"Â
'It would be odd to see him without the other,' Haxian thought. Though it happened more than people gave them credit for. Even those in the clubhouse always assumed if the Elder was here, so was Orobas.Â
"He's not here?" Haxian inquired and lied.Â
"No, we haven't seen him for a few days actually. He said heâs been busy," someone pulled on a cork from a bottle and poured a generous serving of blood for everyone in crystal glasses. Haxian kept looking out the window. Morning could creep up upon the world soon. Â
"Then don't worry about it," Haxian said simply, and the group seemed to get the idea rather quickly. Â
It hurts.
Impossibly.
Haxian. Iâm so tired. Donât leave me here.Â
Those last words in his mind came through, but internally, their bond stilled and quieted. Haxian stepped away from the group and moved through the front door. A wisp of smoke followed him, the air around his body disintegrating his cells, and further until he disappeared from view. The other vampires glanced at the open door and brush of wind without realizing his exit before he was simply gone. Haxian appeared out of thin air and stood upon an old well tucked in the woods.Â
His hands folded gently and settled down into a lotus pose. His back was straight, wisps of sandalwood scents filled the outdoor space from having lit that incense. He closed his eyes. Feeling that bond, the tether of communication that was always there. Simple chatter, little words, and jokes that only they spoke to one another. Having entire conversations without anyone any the wiser.Â
He turned on Orobasâ phone, glancing at the casual messages he was having before tonight.Â
I hate all of them. These people in your life. Haxian spoke between their minds. Nothing was said back. It was silent. So impossibly silent.
What is it about White Crest that makes you call this place home?Â
Haxian frowned, his hand curling around the phone tightly as the silence was deafening. The Elderâs anger consumed.Â
Why are you changing so much?
Haxian looked out at the rising sun in the distance.Â
âWhen you wake up. My progeny, Ji-u.â Haxian spoke Orobasâ birth name, the one deeply lost in the history of their lives. Forced to change it almost immediately upon leaving his homelands. Something heâd never ever forget. Â
âIt will be different. Maybe itâs time to show White Crest, I am here.â
Master Post || Collisions of Evil & Obsessions of Power
Featuring: Orobas & Lydia
Summary: Lydia and Orobas become bound together in a powerful promise with a life debt as the repayment. Lydia takes advantage of it to keep herself safe from Orobas, who has made his intentions clear that because of this, he wants to kill her. From varying degrees of Fae nonsense, indirect requests, and taunting moments that have left Orobas heavily scarred, Lydia discovers his reluctance to always do anything simply and suffers still. The serial killer is content with pushing the boundaries and hurting her when he can.Â
Overconfident, Lydia, thinking Orobas is soulless, makes the fatal mistake of telling him to find true love without realizing that such a thing was already acquired. It takes Orobas a while to catch on, suffering greatly from the promise becoming unfilled until it suddenly isnât after a conversation with Morelia.Â
Where Lydia has had the upper hand for months, boils down to one final moment between the two.Â
April: The Shining -- Lydia meets Orobas and his serial killing mime. Evenly matched with this creature shadowing his moves, Orobas takes advantage of the situation and asks Lydia to aid him in distracting it so he can kill it. His way of distraction comes from attacking her violently to lure the mime in. It works. However, it also seals a promise.
May: A Debt Unpaid -- Â Orobas, a monster with patience and connections, shows up at Lydiaâs home. She learns where her new car came from, and the tables turn when she reveals their binding.
May: Return to Sender -- Lydia destroys the car Orobas purchased for her.
May: Dandelions -- Orobas has to count dandelion petals for Lydia, but as always, he takes pleasures in a kill while he does so. Haxian finds him and Orobasâ cold exterior cracks with his master, and reveals his intent to play it out so he can murder her like he use too, and how Haxian, had killed him.
May: Pie Contest -- Lydia forces Orobas to bake Arthurâs pie from the contest.
June: Pie Nonsense -- Orobas doesnât understand human food, so he brings his blood dolls over to help him figure it out.
June: Final Steps -- Orobas finally finds out where Arthur lives and goes to him for help to finalize the recipe and get it exactly correct in the mists of trying to find his lost friend, Carrington.Â
July: It Follows -- Lydia receives pies from various people through out the day and realizes that sheâs been followed and stalked by Orobas in deeper ways than she suspected.
July: Shades of Evil -- Lydia, after having been tormented all week with people she knows giving her slices of the pie, finally meets Orobas at Hanging Rock. He gives her what she wanted, and something more. Lydia gives the ultimate request. For Orobas to fall in love and show them vulnerability.
July: Venom -- Kristof, a very old friend, finds Orobas after his bad injury, and takes him to his house to let him feed and heal up enough to walk. The two arenât entirely on friendly terms. Haxian comes to collect Orobas and learns Kristof is in town. Orobas delays telling Haxian this is about Lydia.
July: Middlelands -- Â Haxian brings Orobas home. Jae is over out of habit, and assists to get Orobas cleaned up and fed so he can better heal, but the two old vampires have an argument over Lydia. Jae gets caught in the middle.
July: State of Love -- Â Orobas delivers Carringtonâs rescued sword, but reveals the poor state he is in because of the promise binding with Lydia, and her asking of him to find true love. Carrington gets Orobas to believe he has felt love. Orobas has a mental breakdown.
August: Love to an Immortal -- Â Harsh invites Orobas over to enjoy some wine and blood, and they snuggle on the couch and talk about what love is for an immortal.
August: Coming Soon -- Morelia and Orobas share a complicated and desperate conversation, one that breaks the promise bound with Lydia for good.
August: When a Stranger Calls -- Â After fulfilling his promise, Orobas sees an opportunity.
August: Let The Right One In --Â Orobas, walks into Lydiaâs house. ENDÂ
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Timing: Yesterday
Parties: Chloe, one of Lydiaâs human hostages, and @eldonash
Summary: After fulfilling his promise, Orobas sees an opportunity.
Warnings: stalking tw, drug manipulation (vampiric compelling, leanan sidhe kiss), reference to domestic abuse tw, vomit (brief)
Diamonds are great, but ultimately they are just thoroughly squished charcoal.Â
What if you could sayâŚ.actually show this person the depths of your emotions, in tangible and literal sense?
[pm] True, but you can make a similar assessment on all things made.
There seems to be an insinuation there. Literal sense could work, if the words I seem to have to utter are actually what I feel for them. Iâm sure you have felt love for someone at some point. What did it feel for you, in such a literal way?Â
Yes, youâre right. Itâs an unintended consequence of being around someone so much, I suppose. Yea, I donât hate it, honestly. Truthfully, I wouldnât be opposed to hiring a reformed convict when I really think about it. But, we usually keep the hiring in the family anyway, most of our outside workers are part-time summer teens. Â
I totally agree! I have a good friend who quite enjoys cosplaying, I bet sheâd be down to participate.
Are those the type of people that work for you, or just the ones youâre around the most? Sometimes I find crotchety old people endearing, in a way, but teenagers are terrifying. Well thatâs very sweet, thank you. You must be something special, because itâs not everyone I open up to too quickly. It could also be the cloak of the internet too, of course. Itâs not likely, because I really donât enjoy public speaking at all, but on the off chance it ever does happen, Iâll let you know.
Yes, I know, itâs very strange. Itâs gotten me into trouble a few times, because, you know, White Crest. I quite enjoy White Crest National Park, itâs the most familiar to me, anyway. Itâs got trails, but sometimes if Iâm feeling brave or curious, Iâll venture off. Oh, I find people watching entirely fascinating. People do the strangest things when they think no one is watching, I love it.
Oh, gardening can be fun! What fruits did you grow? A friend of mine has an amazing greenhouse, itâs full of vegetables.
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I am always around those extreme ages for whatever reason. I think it is because we do tend to hire either retired people looking for a little extra spending money, or young ones who can keep up with the way we run things. Teenagers are incredibly entertaining and completely chaotic in ways I have never been able to deal with. I am fortunate to have another manager around to help with that.Â
It is rather easy to speak while looking at a screen, isnât? I didnât think Iâd enjoy such a thing when it came around, but itâs not too bad to sit on my porch and have a conversation with someone late into the night that I never met. Hm, if you do get some practice in and decide, I will come.
They do. Ill have to get myself together one day and go for a walk there. Recommendations usually pan out well. I was gifted grew two vampire watermelons. One got rather large, the other stayed tiny. It was quite adorable really. Especially when they are hungry. Greenhouses get pretty humid and warm donât they? I suppose they are needed with Maineâs weather. Someone really does need to tend them full time to reap any benefits. I'm certain my half focus is why we didnât get more yield.Â
Iâve been extremely curiously lately on wine. If I were to change hobbies, I might explore such a thing. Cryptid Corner is oddly a decent job, I wonder what it would take to be able to grow a vineyard in Maine. Iâm sure it would require something like your friends greenhouse, and I rather hate humid warm places.Â
What's a strange interaction you've had with someone else in town?
Strange? There are strange interactions every single day.Â
Probably with that little girl { @laylacooke } who felt inclined to shoot me with a BB gun from the games sections of Cryptid. Her face was absolutely mixed in emotions, it was quite entertaining to watch it change so many times in the span of seconds. The young are always expressive and think too quick before they are processing. I never pressed charges or anything, but strange is a good word for it.Â
Officer Roland though. That moment was exceedingly strange, having someone look upon me and Haxian and inquire if we were safe while out in the dark. How noble and strange. Now he-- that is someone I still think on. This paladin in khaki uniforms that feels like it would burn me to touch his skin. That is someone I wish to sink my teeth into sometime. Just once. @sgtrolandhills
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This all sounds agreeable with me. I will meet you there and we can begin. Do not expect to waste your entire evening on the hunt. We are there to find what we are looking for and get back out with the best deal.Â
You must have connections in town if they are willing to stay open late.
I have a few. The things I like to buy are usually custom tailored and made to order, so they stay open later for me. Alright, thank you. I will see you at the candy shop as that is the easiest place to start on that road in my opinion. Here is my cell if you need me. [user inserts number privately]Â
Location: Harshâs Place
Featuring: Harsh and Orobas, and mentions of Carrington @notsoharshâ
Timeline: Beginning of August
Triggers: None, its pretty soft
Summary: Harsh invites Orobas over to enjoy some wine and blood, and they snuggle on the couch and talk about what love is for an immortal.Â
Orobas has been passing his days in a cloud of confusion. It was worn with a blank face, his attitude and temper short, and most of the people he worked with kept an even wider distance. Harsh had suggested they share a couple blood bags, which was frankly so disgusting. Orobas brought instead, two bottles of blood and wine from his favorite dolls. He already had a lot of strings pulling in the right direction involving Lydia. She may have him bonded into a failed situation, but it didnât mean he wasnât sitting idly by as it devoured him. No, he was working on gaining access to her house, and he was setting her up for something heinous.Â
âHarsh,â he poured the wine in one glass, wanting to smell it and savor the bite of tang and dryness that most food carried. He sniffed it, fingers long and cradling the liquid, his eyes have been blood red since his injury and even now, they were eerie in the comfortable environment. His complexion was grayed, like he was starving himself, but it wasnât anything to do with that. The scars on his face would always be there from the holy water, small pockets just along his jawline, only caught when the lighting in a room struck his profile. âBefore you decided to get rid of your soul, did you ever love someone?âÂ
Honestly, the stuff Orobas had brought over was better than what Harsh had tucked away in the fridge. He always forgot how much better it was when it was fresh. Maybe he should go for a hunt. Orobas would probably be up for it. It wasnât like there was much point in playing the good little vampire now. No one was watching. No one cared. It didnât matter. As days had gone by since that call, it was starting to seem like nothing did. Breaking things, getting into trouble, it wasnât the same as it had been before the deal. It was all just hollow.Â
The question caught him by surprise, but he nodded as he considered his own glass. âYeah, I did. I think Iâve told you about her⌠well, a little anyway. Eleanor. She was the one who turned me. But that was a loooong time ago,â he said, pausing to take a sip. Spiked blood at least never lost its appeal. A rueful smile snuck onto his face. âBack then, I thought she and I were going to be together forever, like you and Haxian. But⌠even before it all went to shit, that mightâve been wishful thinking. I donât think I really knew what I was asking for. All I knew was that I wanted to be with her as long as possible.â He paused, shooting Orobas a curious look. âWhy do you ask?â
Orobas unbuttoned his deep blue suit jacket, exposing a crisp white shirt underneath, and leaned back on the couch, lounged out over sitting stiffly like he typically did. Likely wrinkling his nice clothes, but Orobas didnât seem to care right now. He sipped the drink slowly, crimson gaze on his friend. âHm, I hadnât entirely put that together. I assumed we all have a bit of a relationship with our masters, not always with our consent.â Orobas absolutely hated that Eleanor died, it was a moment he dwelled on for his friend often. âBut love isnât something Iâd define it as. Itâs, something else-- I donât know what.â Orobas didnât think he loved Haxian. He wanted to please him, keep him impossibly close, and it felt more like they were one of the same person versus a partner. A lot of people said often that any definition of relationship with Orobas was also one with Haxian.Â
It made more sense at Harshâs pain, and though Orobasâ face usually lacked much emotion to it, a soft snarl curled his lips as anger coiled easily. âMhm,â he took another drink, wanting to relax and not fall into the pit of anger again, and the numbness of wine and blood was welcomed. âIâm in a binding with a Fae at the moment. I have to find true love, or I will keep feeling as bad as I have been. Not sure on the time table, but itâs getting a little unbearable and such things will dissolve for me. Last time I felt this ache, I might have picked a fight with a brood in Berlin. Results, more enemies to say the least. I left that Elder with no one.â He glanced over, Harsh with his suave energy and easy smiles, even when he was brooding.Â
âCarrington seems certain I already love someone. I just donât know who. Iâm that ignorant over it.â
âYeah, I guess thatâs true.â Harsh nodded, even as he scrunched up his nose at the word âmasterâ. Eleanor had never been that for him. She taught him and guided him, but she was a partner, not a master. And he definitely wasnât that for any of the vampires he had turned. Most of them had gotten what they wanted and left, or he had. Maybe some of them had wanted that. Harsh never bothered asking. He could tell them how to avoid slayers or the best places to go looking for people to eat, but beyond that, he didnât really have much in the way of sage wisdom to offer. âReally? Huh. With how long you guys have been together, I guess I kinda figured you guys would have it all worked out by now.â
Brow furrowing, Harsh leaned forward, eyes flicking over Orobasâs face. He hadnât missed the way he seemed subdued and the almost sickly color of his face. Fae bindings, he had heard of them, but⌠honestly, he didnât know much. Someone had told him ages ago to watch what promises he made to certain people, but Harsh hadnât given that much thought. âTrue love, huh? Iâm guess the fae didnât give you any instructions on how to do that. Thatâs⌠kind of a fairy tale thing though, isnât it? I mean, how is your fae promise supposed to know itâs true love?â
That last bit did catch his curiosity. âOh yeah? Did he say who he thought it was or just that you act like youâre in love or something?â
The two definitely didnât have anything worked out. They existed, like twin shadows that slid into countries, cities, and homes and tormented the world. There werenât many relationships formed in their long life. A few at most, and the rest of the world simply passed by. Perhaps that was a problem, but to Haxian and Orobas, existence was enough for them. At least until recently, when Orobas wanted more of something he didnât know how to define. He was the one straying from the norm, the one causing ripples in their relationship. Four hundred years later, and Orobas still might not have felt every emotion.Â
âI barely know love, to add the word true as a defining factor means little more to me. This Fae enjoys power, I understand them profoundly in that way, this was a guaranteed way to keep me from killing them. Something impossible, hm? Not a bad play.âÂ
Orobas drew his hand up into his hair, and combed it back in a sweep to brush it from his eyes. It was rare for him to ever let himself appear this disheveled, but in the back of his mind there was the second piece to that promise that he knew very well. To be vulnerable in front of them. Orobas glanced over to meet Harshâs gaze. âHm, Carrington is a romantic. Someone who sees the world differently even while carrying the same immortality burden. He would be the only one who would think I could feel such a thing, or already have..â Orobas chuckled. âCarrington would believe evil could somehow feel such an emotion. I wanted to cut him up for suggesting it, and he still hugged me.â
Orobas still intently looked at Harsh, âI donât know what sort of love would fulfill the promise. I was hoping it was you to make my life easier. I do care about you more than others.âÂ
âIt seems pretty unfair if they made an impossible promise. Is that allowed?â Harsh sipped at his drink. That didnât seem right. But he knew next to nothing about fae. He had met a few in his time, maybe more than he knew, but as far as he was aware, he had never made a promise to one. âEven if they like power that much, swearing you to something you canât do seems like it should backfire on them. But, I donât think itâs impossible. Itâs just⌠worded weird, like a fairytale. I think true love is out there for you, man. Youâve just gotta find it.â
He couldnât remember ever seeing Orobas so messy looking before. It wasnât a bad look on him. Then again, he wasnât sure anything would be. Orobas had that natural sort of prettiness to him that even four hundred years had not managed to dull. Harsh had noticed before. He wasnât blind. âCarringtonâs sweet, a little soft though. But I mean, he might have a point. I wouldnât say Iâm romantic, but I figure that love looks different to different people. Yours might just look, yâknow, different.â
A slow grin spread over Harshâs face. âOh yeah? Well, I am pretty loveable. You do give me a lot of leeway on⌠well, everything. I know Iâm your favorite. I⌠donât know if Iâm a great pick for your âtrue loveâ though. The whole, yâknow, soul thing⌠but Iâm working on it. Maybe after, I donât know, we could see what happens.â
âWho knows, I donât know enough about the Fae,â Orobas laughed gently, greatly amused at how Harsh worded it. He wasnât one to read like Haxian did, and the word fairytale always sounded so funny to him. Humans write stories about the supernatural, creating warnings for the future generations, or their children. It almost made what he was so much worse-- their glamoured ideas to what was terrifying a little off from the true monster.Â
âCarrington had said that exactly as well afterward, so that makes two of my friends believing in me. How cute.â A deep throb of pain made his eyes close, the longer he allowed this promise to feel unobtainable, the worse it was getting. âYou are my favorite. Emotions will probably feel overwhelming and beautiful. I canât wait to see you kill someone with it-- the rush, the entire moment, the feed. Mmm.â His voice tapered off, the thrum of pain wearing on him even with the blood. Maybe he should have brought one of his dolls over the bottles. Blood wasnât enough to curb this feeling though.Â
âFriendship was omitted with that one little word. True--,â Orobas set his glass down and settled more on the couch, clearly in mild distress, but keeping most of it from showing. âHm, there is someone that might fall into that, but itâs not something I ever cared to admit. Nor she.â
âMe either,â Harsh said, with a little frown. âMaybe I should work on that. I, uh⌠sort of still have people thinking Iâm a slayer. It would be way more convincing if I actually sounded like I know what Iâm talking about.â The fact that it hadnât actually been an issue so far was probably more just dumb luck than anything else. And given the warnings he had gotten since arriving in town and some of the strangeness he had seen and heard, it would probably be a smart move in any case.Â
âAw câmon, thatâs what friends are for, old man.â He gave Orobas a teasing grin as he shifted, lightly nudging at him with his knee. Preening, he pressed a hand to his chest. âGo on, tell me how much you like me. I could listen all night, baby.âÂ
Smile fading, Harsh sat up, shifting closer to Orobas. His hand was careful as it landed on his back, moving in gentle circles. âYeah? Whoâs that? If you need help tracking her down, I can do that. You seem⌠rough, man. And I mean that as nicely as possible. Is there anything else we can do to make this easier on you? You wanna go kill something? That always cheers you up.â
Orobas let himself plop, only five people in existence could see him this way, vulnerable and trusting, and Harsh was near the top. He shifted until his head was in his friendâs lap, tossing his legs over the edge of the couch and closed his eyes. With a gentle shift, he encouraged Harshâs hand into his hair and simply stilled to enjoy the closeness. âI donât want to do anything right now, just being with you is nice. You have more friends then I donât you, slayer?â Orobas asked playfully. âIâm jealous, I want all your attention. Playing with hunters, too. How fun. Have you killed any vampires to prove your role?âÂ
There would be a time that Harsh might want to not do that. But Orobas understood the thrill if could bring, or the necessity. âNo, I see her often. I donât even know if I feel that exact thing for her, but of anyone-- less Haxian, I have no idea. There isnât much I can do though. This is what happens when you break promises on this scale apparently. To be honest, this isnât nearly as bad as gargling holy water. Iâm not sure I will ever fully heal from that ordeal.â
Harsh didnât need much prompting, threading his fingers through Orobasâs hair without hesitation. The closeness was nice, comfortable. Having someone so ruthless, so powerful curling up with him like a kitten was surreal, but in a good way. âI am pretty popular,â he said, teasing right back. âHey, you get plenty of my time, babe. You know youâre my number one. Not yet. Iâm⌠kinda hoping it doesnât come to that. If I do, Iâll make sure itâs not anyone you know. Thereâs this asshole I turned a while ago--Caleb, he could use a good staking if I need to prove myself. But Iâm mostly just trying to lay low.â
Grimacing, he gently stroked Orobasâs hair. No wonder he looked so off. Gargling holy water sounded like a nightmare and a half, Harsh would sooner stake himself than try that. âWell, you might as well keep trying with her, see if the feelings start to click. So uh, why were you gargling holy water? I donât think you told me about that one.â
âI can get you whomever when you need it. There are always vampires coming here that donât need to be here,â Orobas said easily. Better Harsh uses their death to his advantage, though Orobas wasnât very shy about dealing with younger vampires. It was an interesting problem to have, being that Harsh could sever a bond with his own blood, but Orobas didnât judge him for it at all. It was what it was, if Harsh figured that was worth it to keep up appearances.Â
Orobas tilted his chin, exposing the underside of his jawline where pocketed scars now resided in blemish. âIt burned through the side of my mouth, and jaw. My gums are scarred over as well, enough that it's always aching to even eat. Hm, she requested it, so I really had no choice in the matter. That is the entire thing, my debt to her must be seen as significant if the magic is so binding. I did weirdly enjoy it though, but I have quite the relationship with pain and torture. It will be fine-- in the end, I will have my way with her.â He seemed to ponder a moment. âDo you think love comes from a place of good, Harsh? Or that itâs designed for mortals? What I feel for you and a few others, never felt like any word was enough to describe it.âÂ
âOh yeah? If youâve got some suckers who need to go, I can take them out. That might be easier. If anyoneâs giving you trouble, just let me know.â Maybe it was callous, but Harsh had never felt much connection to anyone he had sired. There had been one or two before he had thrown his soul away, though he had lost track of them more than a century ago. And any that came after⌠they had their uses, he had taught them the ropes and then moved on. It was better that way.Â
Harshâs fingers were careful as they brushed gently over the scars. âShit,â he muttered. âHow long ago was that? You think thereâs, I donât know, some kind of magic that could fix it? I know a couple people, maybe one of them could make some kind of potion.â That was probably a pretty big if. Still, it couldnât be that hard to fix, right? His fingers moved back to Orobasâs hair almost idly as he considered the question. âI mean, I donât really know. I feel like itâs a pretty abstract thing. I think⌠good and bad donât have much to do with it. Itâs just what you feel, right? I donât think thereâs any kind of checklist to fill out on how love works. But if someoneâs important to you and they make you happy, I donât know, maybe thatâs love.â
âThere is no need,â Orobas grinned, âthough magic is fascinating, my body is covered in such things. Itâs just another mark, maybe this time, a small reminder of my slip up. I was due one, you canât go through time like we do and not make mistakes.â Though what wasnât said was the obsessive factor in all this, that Lydia could keep hurting him if she desired, it would eventually flip, and his turn would be something incredibly worth the pain and frustration. Orobas listened to Harsh explain further on the topic that drew him here. He could listen to him speak for hours, could maybe even humor falling asleep even if it was dreamless meditation.Â
Carrington had been intense and direct with his expressions on love, and Harsh seemed to be easily satisfied with the simplest words; happiness, importance. To a mortal who had circles of friends, and family, Orobas only had a handful. Immortality for him wasnât lonely, he was satisfied with who he had, but it did make his view on this difficult because of it. âAbstract is a good word to describe it, it almost seems impossible to define. Maybe that will be how I get around it. What it means to me, believing my version of it could fulfill the promise. She doesnât even need to love me.â He said, but the softest furrows met his brow.Â
âTell me, if love is abstract in how you see it, then how do you see vulnerability?âÂ
âYeah, I guess your scars are pretty sexy. Iâm more talking about the whole⌠part where it still hurts to eat and stuff. Cause that seems like it would be rough.â Harsh didnât think about it naturally. Empathy was one of the many things lost to that hollow inside. But⌠if he forced it, he could at least say that if he was in pain every time he ate, he would start ripping heads off to try to fix it. Then again, Harsh had never been the type to be patient about that. If there was a problem, he was going to fix it as soon as possible, no matter what it took or how many spellcasters he had to go through to get it.Â
âThat could work. Loopholes are always good. Unrequited love is still love.â That sounded right at least. It probably wasnât healthy, but whatever. If this fae was going to jerk Orobas around, making him chase after some fairytale dream, why couldnât he sneak around to get it? âVulnerability? I donât know. I guess⌠it seems a little like a weakness. But I donât know if itâs always a bad thing. I think I used to like it, kind of. At least with some people. When I was with Eleanor, I could let her see everything, and it was kind of scary, but it also made me feel⌠safe. Or like she understood me. So⌠I guess I see it as being kind of risky, but it can be worth it sometimes.â
âI see,â Orobas could picture Harsh enjoying that time. It was a nice visual in his mind, and compared to others, heâd likely not think about it in such a way. Trust and feeling safe were too rare things in his existence. Even if right now he felt both, along with content, and calm. âI think, I donât stop to think about any emotions-- now that I have been asking about them. For existing as I have, it wasnât something that required it. Itâs funny-- people make the assumption that I donât have a soul, and I always had wondered why. Maybe not acknowledging the smallest of emotions has given that impression.âÂ
He didnât aim to poke that sore spot for Harsh, but Orobas, even in such a good mood, could be cruel. âI wonder if Haxian can feel love, now transforming-- going beyond what we are. I have never had the desire to mutter such things to him. Through so many centuries. I should do it shouldnât I? I might get thrown out a window though, and I live in a high building.â Orobas laughed genuninely amused by the visual, there was a lightness in him that he rarely felt. Like the pain from the promise was unraveling slowly without his awareness. âHm, itâs probably saying too much. But Iâm not opposed to learning new things. Come on, read to me. Anything, I donât care what. Let me rest a little.â
âYeah? I mean, I donât think most people think about those things too much. People just kinda feel their feelings.â Harsh laughed softly as he brushed Orobasâs hair back from his forehead then smoothed it down again. Honestly, he had thought the same at first. Orobas did sort of fit the bill, he was similar to other soulless vampires Harsh had crossed paths with. But⌠not completely. Despite the blood dolls and the casual way he dealt with killing, Orobas could understand other people in a way Harsh had left behind two centuries ago. âI think most people just donât really get how the whole âlack of soulâ thing works.â
Harsh cocked an eyebrow before shrugging as he dug his phone out of his pocket. âIâve got a couple ebooks on here, some news stuff--oh yeah, I took a bunch of pictures of these books from the old Scribe HQ. Itâs a lot of informational stuff, but some of itâs actually pretty interesting.â He flicked through his pictures for a minute before settling on a nice long passage. âThis oneâs actually about soul stuff. Let me see, âthe soul is less of a spirit and more a manifestation of the selfâ...âÂ
Harsh didnât even delay. Not a millisecond pause to give him grief over his small request. The undercurrent of exhaustion from not fulling this promise, and even pushing back against it had made him tired. âThank you,â Orobas hummed lightly, and listened to Harsh read until it seemed like he fell asleep.Â