a descriptive roleplay blog

Maesello had never understood most human games, this little ball game was just another one of them. They seemed like a waste of time, a dumb past time that only distracted from what was actually important. Yet the vampire prince seemed to enjoy it, but the shift in the prince's focus had not gone unnoticed by Maesello. He had been told the other would resist, that he would do anything to not return to the vampire king. Maesello, however, worked for that king, loyally and almost thoughtlessly. Having to complete tasks that made his mind fill with the pure beastliness of his kind was more than enough for him. This caused his memories to be quite a blur though, he fought and fought, losing more and more of any humanity he may have had.

He met the other's bright blue eyes with his own almost glassy brown ones. Unbeknownst to either of them, there was in fact something different about him, yet he had not experienced any adverse effects because of it. Although he himself did not even know there was a difference in his behaviour, in his mind; all that was on his mind was bringing the rogue prince right back home. If that meant spending some time with the prince, he would have no other option but to do so. He knew the prince, of course he did. The King was his employer, the man who he had sworn his loyalty to. Yet much of his encounters with the prince were as blurry as most of his earlier memories.

He raised an eyebrow at the prince's phrasing, "I don't think I ever mentioned that, how can you be so sure I still work for your father, it has been a while hasn't it? Wouldn't you think I'd get bored eventually?" his tone held the usual sense of mocking to it still. His voice was more than steady, he had been a great liar, even before he was a vampire but his memories of before were almost impossibly more blurred than his current ones.

The softening of the gaze did however confuse Maesello, he did not understand why this prince whose father he had served (hell he would most likely serve the prince as well once he would become the rightful heir) was looking at him, affectionately? "No you are right, we are just here for a fun little reunion." When the other showed off his fangs, a soft shiver went through his body but he could not place where it was coming from. He let his tongue roam over his own fangs before giving a small smirk, his most usual expression.

Leroy truly had lost so much time while he was stuck in that box at the bottom of the ocean, he had lost his mind while abandoned to the darkness by his father. It had been a lesson. A cruel one. One meant to deter him from his curiosity and sympathy towards humans, from Leroy's desire to coexist instead of rule them as they had in the ancient days when humankind were less, more influenced and gullible. Leroy's father had been at his peak height of power then and simply wanted to relive his glory days like some human high school quarterback washed up twenty years later. Leroy saw the damage it would do, the wars his father's plans would bring and as a result he had been dealt with by imprisonment.

It had inevitably been the darkness that had released him, spurring forth a power that Leroy was sure his father did not possess. Manipulating minds and people was a talent he shared with the King but to manipulate the very shadows and darkness around him was something only Leroy had mastered. He would use that ability now if he had to because he knew if Maesello had truly been sent by his father then the other vampire would not be above a little scrimmage. As if on cue with Leroy's thoughts the other spoke as much, speaking of a snack that would be made of any eavesdroppers and Leroy couldn't help but subtly shake his head, focus on the game laid out on the table.

How did a born monster, find a heart? Leroy certainly was not human. Only in body did he appear to be human and only then was it by choice. Of course, with closer inspection by a keen and knowing eye, one could tell the monster that he truly was. Dead, inside and out. Never to experience the hot churning blood in a beating heart except through his vicious teeth tearing it open. Perhaps it was curiosity, the desire to know all things; or boredom, driving his interest in humans outside of being his food source. He'd never been particularly kind to them, not before he was in that box, that was. There had been no deed undone by the prince of darkness in the cruel, vampiric fashion. Bloodlust and always fucking hungry. Finding every and any way to satiate that hunger wasn't just a game it had been the only thing driving him to survive the centuries.

"Hmm, I suppose I can't know for sure whether or not you're still work for my father," Leroy mused after taking another shot and standing up straight again, eyes sweeping the table analytically before they swept over Maesello with that same energy, meeting the others watchful gaze. "Not without hurting you, of course." Like his father, Leroy could control most lower level vampires, being born rather than changed also had an added bonus to the level of power Leroy held but he would never use such tactics on Maesello. He would give the other vampire a chance, unlike his father, Leroy had some honor. "But we're just two old. close friends that have lost touch, no need to ponder on such things." Almost as if it weren't a big deal Leroy waved it off, leaning down once more to align another shot.

The bartender waited a few minutes before bringing over what Leroy had ordered, a large dark bottle and two glasses, not wine glasses like Leroy would have liked but he wasn't going to complain. The old man then gave Maesello a once over before nodding to Leroy and making his exit, leaving the establishment with the two old men in tow under the guise of getting them home safe. Leroy waited until the lock clicked shut in the front door before he relaxed, sinking another ball before standing again. Scooping the tiny cue cube on the side of the velvet lining Leroy capped it on the end of his stick and ground it around, once more analyzing the table. His eyes flashed when they snapped over to Maesello again, amusement touching his features and his grin, head shaking as he chuckled lightly, genuine humor touching the action. "Settle down and pour us some drinks, stay a while, chat," he paused and his grin turned a little mischievous. "--enjoy the show."

Maesello's memories were mostly a blur, considering that, one, he had been alive for quite a while and two, he was unbeknownst to him being controlled. Yet he remembered some aspects of the vampire prince, their shared nights, their shared cruelty. The fact that this man, this man who he looked up to for that exact cruelty, was denying him the pleasure of killing off two puny humans was extremely confusing to him. He had never grown any affection toward humans since turning into a vampire all those centuries ago. He saw them as entertainment and food, that was about it. The vampire king used him exactly for that reason. He was loyal and cruel, as well as steadfast in his attitudes toward humans. He remembered the countless nights where the king was complaining about Leroy's change of heart and the imprisonment that followed. Eventually he had gotten quite bored of such stories but he could of course not speak that out loud. The king did supply him with enough victims to feed from whilst he was ranting about his son, which made the whole ordeal more bearable for Maesello.

He raised a brow when Leroy spoke about still working for the king, but a soft smirk played around his lips when he spoke about hurting him. "You know I like a little pain right." He stated with a seductive grin. "But yes, we are just two old friends catching up, it has been a very long time." He sat down then, crossing one leg over the other. It was obvious that Leroy seemed to suspect at least something, which was no surprise to Maesello. But he would complete his mission, whether Leroy would like it or not. He owed his loyalty to the king, and the king had tasked him to do this. He was not going to disobey. He glanced over at the bartender and the drinks, noting the intense gaze the other gave him. He went to say something but stopped himself from acting on his impulse. His attention was diverted when he saw the flash in Leroy's eyes. It had been a while since he had seen that, it brought a shiver over his body as Leroy showed him his true self. That was the way Maesello had always preferred Leroy, akin to himself, cruel and inhuman.

Plot: Florian got a little drunk and crashed at your muses place

Connections: Friend, advisor, someone he met last night, another noble,

Open to: male/nb, submissive leaning vers/bottoms

Plot: Declan kidnapped your muse and has been holding them in his basement for the past few days

Cyrus Harth | 26 musicology student | sub leaning verse (muse in progress)

thomas // maesello

Becoming the newly proclaimed king in a small kingdom in the Pindos mountains had not been hard at all, Maesello had found out from first hand experience. Some compulsion was all that he needed to make the royal family believe he was their rightful son and heir. A similar trick had worked on the small population high up in the mountains. He spoke Greek, after all, which made the shift to the regional Aromanian language variants almost natural. Their structures that are influenced by Greek, as well as the fact that Maesello had an infinite amount of time on his hands, made adapting his language use quick and easy. He had taken the position of king about fifteen years ago at this point, which for him seemed still newly proclaimed. Maesello's sense of time was, however, highly distorted. He had been moving around the world for the past six hundred years, fifteen years was nothing to him. He had seen the world change, nations fall and rise, wars fought and disease spread. Now he had gotten the reigns to a little, prospering kingdom, he was not as aware of the time that passed anymore. Although each year, he was reminded of his coronation in the early 1710s, which gave him some sense of time.

Keeping a court with humans, on the other hand, was a lot harder for the new king. His nature was not helping him in this regard, but he also held a certain disdain toward the species. It was not a rare occurance that Maesello had to replace his staff after he got angry with them over something minor and killed them off. Nor was it rare for him to drink from his court and end up killing them. His thirst was insatiable, even after his six centuries on this earth. He had never been taught how to, nor did he manage to teach himself how to control himself. He had been made this way, and he had completely accepted it. In turn, his court was frequently replaced; but there was nothing that a little compulsion could not fix after all. There were more than enough poor humans that were in need of a job and more importantly, a place to stay. Maesello knew that he had an almost endless supply of humans at his disposal.

He had recently had one of his 'purges' again, meaning he needed new court staff. He had found people for most of his positions, although the position of footman was still open. This was mostly because he did not like humans coming close to him, yet not having a footman would be suspicious. He had had an eye on a human that had been in the care of the court's services for a while for this position, a poor human man who seemed completely depended yet also extremely devoted to his court. Maesello decided that this was the man he wanted to be at his side, at least for now, as a footman. He had not spoken to the younger man before, though, he had only seen him. More importantly, he had smelled the blood the young man carried. The harsh manual labour had made the young man bleed before and Maesello could not get the scent out of his mind. He was not sure if this would be a good thing for him, keeping a human with alluring blood near by, but he was going to do so anyway. Maesello had never let any sense of morality stop him after all.

He had ordered the young man over, Thomas Cullen was his name he only then learned. The few court members left from his previous purge seemed wary about letting Thomas near the king, yet they could not do anything against his direct orders. He stood in his meeting room, waiting for the young man to come in. He had thought of meeting the man in his throne room, but he did not really enjoy being there. The imagery present upset him greatly. He held a glass of red liquid, something that simulated a red wine. When he heard the door open, he turned from the window he had been looking out of, his sharp eyes meeting the young man's directly. "Thomas Cullen, I am glad you could make it." he spoke, his voice was smooth and deep as he did. He stepped closer, gesturing to the couches in the room, "Please sit down, Thomas." he beckoned, crossing his own legs as he sat down. "Because of your wonderful work, darling," he offered the human a glass of red wine as well as he was speaking, "I am offering you the position of being my Footman." As he finished speaking he sat back. "What do you say, darling?" he asked then, raising an eye brow as he waited for the human's response. He was aware that his dear servants may have warned the human, but there was nothing a little manipulation could not fix, no, his pet names were solely the beginning of that.

Uneducated and barely familiar with the culture that had surrounded him, the young Albanian followed instructions as far as his basic understanding of Greek discourse could manage - he was familiar with every brick and every mound of dirt that supported the castle's foundation. Still, the upper corridors were a maze his social standing could never comprehend.

In total, four guards separated the monarch from his subjects, a number that seemed disproportionate, even to Thoma who could barely wield a pitchfork. He was competent at catching vermin, of taking risks that it seemed grown men shied from. In the eyes of those around him, he was no better than the beasts he was tasked to catch.

And then the summons.

Dark passageways lit by acrid torches reinforced the turmoil in Thomas' stomach; what would bring his existence to the King's attention; Treason, martyrdom?

The young man's turmoil affected little more than obedience as he traversed the shadowed passageways, the heavy wooden door propped by iron supports confirming his ability to follow instruction.

Moonlight bolstered the rays cast by the chamber's large hearth silhouetted the regal figure that petrified the young male. That wide azure gaze that stood harsh against his soot-tainted complexion fixated upon the lithe frame of a king, not a diety poised for retribution or perverse pleasure as his imagination foresaw, but a gentle creature, one that very well could take interest in a lowly servant.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The words came broken, barely understandable to the King. Thoma felt his heartbeat slow. The intention, the seclusion, he would surely be put to the block in front of his fellow minions if sacrifice or example were to be made of him.

He sat. The soft, plush stuffing of the couch felt luxurious to his skinny frame, the King's words quiet and mesmerizing.

He placed his own glass down, looking up and down the young man sitting across from him. The instant obedience was a pleasure of his, it worked well on his ego as well as his intense and insatiable hunger for power. It was a hunger he had acquired over the many years of his immortal life, being raised by a man who presented himself as a god to Maesello. It was only a matter of time before he would take on the characteristics of his maker, Maesello was no exception to that common occurance in vampiric hierarchies. It was after his maker's death though, that the hunger became uncontrollable, leading to his current position as king. It had been a search for a way to quench his hunger for power, a search for any sign of stability that had been so prevalent with his maker. Something about the young man in front of him, however, was highly reminiscent of that maker that had been Maesello's god. He just could not put his finger on it just yet.

The broken sentence came as a surprise to the king, Maesello had not been questioned since he got into power. Yet this mortal seemed to disagree with him and even call his decision a mistake above anything. He could not let his indignation with such an offense get the better of him though, not now he had finally arranged a meeting with the young man. "I," he began as his sharp blue eyes made direct contact with those innocent azure ones, "do not make mistakes, darling." he spoke, straightening his back. "Preferably, you try to not refer to my decisions in that manner from now on out." whilst he was aware he had to contain his emotions about being called wrong, it was not anything but natural to put the young man on the right track. He would learn that Maesello did not make mistakes, at least, none that would be of importance to a mortal life. "My request is clear, I suppose, I am asking you to become my footman. This will include basic language education." the last part of his words was mostly to imply the hierarchical difference between them, he would teach the young man to speak properly as he was able to do so. Maesello was a big proponent of enforcing hierarchy, after all. "It will also include staying with me for most of the waking hours, I will also be training you myself." he continued as if Thoma had already complied with his request. Although it was phrased as such, Maesello did not see the request as optional.

Originally posted by hanksthompson

The acceptance of the compliment made the creature’s eyes sparkle slightly. It was uncertain whose eyes they were, Dimitrios’ human side or the creature he carried, but he seemed pleased. “Why thank you, I am glad I still look good after walking this planet for over a hundred years.” he flashed a smirk, the sharp fangs and canines were glimmering in the light that shone upon them from the moon. “They call me a vrykolalas, a creature of vampiric nature. Although just blood isn’t usually what sustains me.” he stepped closer to the officer. “I already ate, don’t be afraid Carlos, dear.” he spoke, there was something soothing in his tone. Whilst his species was not known for their hypnotizing powers, Dimitrios was a rather persuasive and manipulative man in the state he was currently in. “How about a deal, I give you a fun time whenever you please and you’ll let me feed. Even the little human in here will get used to that, he’ll perhaps even see that listening to his instincts is better. Whilst he’s not in control right now, he shares my sentiment.” his hand travelled down the other’s chest, leaning closer to the other’s ear. “I can be as submissive or dominant as you want me to be, just say what you wish for.” he whispered.

Going undercover and leaving a life behind, leaving the real you behind was a dangerous game and had it's fair share of risks. Looking over your shoulder all the time and not being able to relax no matter what the mission was could be problematic and if an officer was rumbled as a cop, they were found dead or not at all. So why was Luca taking the job? Because he wanted to step up in Swat, become a team leader and do that he had to go through certain roles to be able to do it. It wasn't fair because it was dangerous but the lucky thing was......Luca didn't have family that would really miss him if anything were to happen.

The team had tried to talk him out of it and in an aim to convince him to forget about going undercover, but after a bad break up, he had resigned himself to the fact that being a cop was all he had. So for the last three months he had been benched from duty and had infiltrated a notorious crime operation, a family and was working his way up their inner ranks.

It would undoubtedly be an experience. Good or bad, that was still to be decided.

This time was no different, Elian had been assigned a relatively new member as a body guard. A man named Luca would be taking on the responsibility of protecting the reckless brat. He wondered how long it would take him to break this new employee, he sure hoped it'd take a while. Elian had not had a real challenge in quite a while.

Elian soon managed to find the quite a lot older man, "You must be Luca, I've heard so much about you." making his opponent uncomfortable and off guard was usually his first move, oh how he looked forward to playing with this man. "I am Elian Ledovskov, my pleasure, I will be your job, protecting me is quite a feat according to my father." he shot the older man a smirk as he spoke. "Please tell me, why would an old man like yourself want to be in such a position?"

His eyes were on the billiard balls in front of him on the green covered table but every one of his other senses were focused on the other vampire, Leroy's thoughts were spinning rapidly through his mind and it took him a moment to calm them and be in the moment; thoughts of his father finding him sent a panic through his system, the memory of that dark, cold, and metal box at the bottom of the ocean far too fresh for Leroy to go back willingly. The only lesson the vampire had learned was that his father would go to impossible lengths to be sure his only son became the cruel heir he wanted, Leroy would stop at nothing to make sure he became the complete opposite of what his father wanted. Even fight someone he once cared for, perhaps even still cared for in some small fraction within his frozen chest.

The shot he took was lazy, he wasn't focused on the solo game he'd been playing before Maesello came along but it appeared he still was, as if he weren't truly bothered by the other finding him. An uneasy feeling settled like a rock in his gut and as Maesello shifted to get his attention again Leroy couldn't help the searing intensity that shadowed his sharp blue eyes as he glanced up to meet the other's gaze. He wouldn't be going back and as Maesello tried to reassure that this was just a lovely little coincidence and that they should talk elsewhere something heavily sealed over his heart.

For a moment there was only the sound of the balls clacking together as his shot sunk two balls and he straightened his posture, wariness touching his gaze now as he took Maesello in more acutely. Dare he say that something was different about Maesello? It had been many, many years since they had last seen one another let alone spoken. How could he just trust this was simply a sweet little reunion? The shadows around them in the dimly lit back room at this shitty little hole in the wall bar, the darkness in sync with the vampire princes uneasiness and possible need to use them as a weapon.

"I don't think I could be anything but straightforward with you, Maesello," Leroy said finally, body still and calm despite the rage of emotions stirring within him, it was a surprise he had any at all after the time he spent in darkness and despair; starved and alone, Leroy had more than enough time alone with his haunted and tortured thoughts. "-- I'm not going back and I will do what I have to in order to prevent that from happening," a pause, the seriousness to his statement hanging thick in the air between him before his gaze softened just slightly, memories of intimate caresses and adoring kisses touching the recesses of his mind. "But you're not here for that, this is just a lovely and long overdue reunion," he added, the warning in his tone unavoidable as he flashed a smile that spread over his teeth to expose his own extended fangs, a promise more than it was a threat.

Maesello had never understood most human games, this little ball game was just another one of them. They seemed like a waste of time, a dumb past time that only distracted from what was actually important. Yet the vampire prince seemed to enjoy it, but the shift in the prince's focus had not gone unnoticed by Maesello. He had been told the other would resist, that he would do anything to not return to the vampire king. Maesello, however, worked for that king, loyally and almost thoughtlessly. Having to complete tasks that made his mind fill with the pure beastliness of his kind was more than enough for him. This caused his memories to be quite a blur though, he fought and fought, losing more and more of any humanity he may have had.

He met the other's bright blue eyes with his own almost glassy brown ones. Unbeknownst to either of them, there was in fact something different about him, yet he had not experienced any adverse effects because of it. Although he himself did not even know there was a difference in his behaviour, in his mind; all that was on his mind was bringing the rogue prince right back home. If that meant spending some time with the prince, he would have no other option but to do so. He knew the prince, of course he did. The King was his employer, the man who he had sworn his loyalty to. Yet much of his encounters with the prince were as blurry as most of his earlier memories.

He raised an eyebrow at the prince's phrasing, "I don't think I ever mentioned that, how can you be so sure I still work for your father, it has been a while hasn't it? Wouldn't you think I'd get bored eventually?" his tone held the usual sense of mocking to it still. His voice was more than steady, he had been a great liar, even before he was a vampire but his memories of before were almost impossibly more blurred than his current ones.

The softening of the gaze did however confuse Maesello, he did not understand why this prince whose father he had served (hell he would most likely serve the prince as well once he would become the rightful heir) was looking at him, affectionately? "No you are right, we are just here for a fun little reunion." When the other showed off his fangs, a soft shiver went through his body but he could not place where it was coming from. He let his tongue roam over his own fangs before giving a small smirk, his most usual expression.

“Well… it’s been a while. What brings you here? My father?” He couldn’t help the tension and distrust that laced his tone, it had been so long since he had seen anyone from his past and this just didn’t seem like it had just been an accidental meeting. Leroy could only hope they weren’t here for him and that he’d have to do what he had to in order to evade potential capture. His sharp blue eyes moved over the other as he shifted his stance, moving from one end of the billiard table he’d been playing on, cue stick still in hand as paused to lean against it. 

for now on phone sadly

Dirty tasks were what he was good at, it was what he was usually used for, Maesello himself knew that better than anyone. Having roamed this planet for quite a while, he had found the most pleasure in such activities. They called him a monster for his deeds, a criminal and a demon, he just saw it as entertainment. His employer had been quite keen on that cruel fact, the lack of remorse made Maesello perfect for dirty jobs. Hell it was the best employment he had had in a very long time.

Yet here he was, in this random bar in some unknown town, doing a job far out of his comfort zone (meaning he was not going to be covered in blood for once). Now face to face with a former ally, he had been instructed to take him home. "Leroy, what a pleasure." he spoke, his deep voice still holding the somewhat mocking undertone it had held for as long as he could remember. "Not even a 'how are you'? 'How have you been'?" His stone cold brown eyes staring right back at the other. "You are directly business talk as always, aren't you, Leroy?" he shot a glance at the bartender then, before turning his attention to Leroy again.

“do you know what time it is? the whole house went to bed two hours ago and you have the nerve to stay out this late?“

: julian valero / 26 / italian-american :

logan glances around , furrowing his eyebrows before he falls into step with the stranger . " i'm so sorry to come up to you like this, but you're being followed. pretend you know me," he mutters .

muse : logan tombes. late 20s. firefighter. bisexual.

open to : anyone.

muse: alessandro giachetti, mid-twenties, child of old money, pansexual.

written on phone, admin cannot remove parts of posts sadly

Originally posted by hanksthompson

The acceptance of the compliment made the creature’s eyes sparkle slightly. It was uncertain whose eyes they were, Dimitrios’ human side or the creature he carried, but he seemed pleased. “Why thank you, I am glad I still look good after walking this planet for over a hundred years.” he flashed a smirk, the sharp fangs and canines were glimmering in the light that shone upon them from the moon. “They call me a vrykolalas, a creature of vampiric nature. Although just blood isn’t usually what sustains me.” he stepped closer to the officer. “I already ate, don’t be afraid Carlos, dear.” he spoke, there was something soothing in his tone. Whilst his species was not known for their hypnotizing powers, Dimitrios was a rather persuasive and manipulative man in the state he was currently in. “How about a deal, I give you a fun time whenever you please and you’ll let me feed. Even the little human in here will get used to that, he’ll perhaps even see that listening to his instincts is better. Whilst he’s not in control right now, he shares my sentiment.” his hand travelled down the other’s chest, leaning closer to the other’s ear. “I can be as submissive or dominant as you want me to be, just say what you wish for.” he whispered.