Teddy Leyton

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“Why thank you~” 

So few truly understood the pleasure of cruel manipulation and to be praised for his methods stroked Tine’s ego in just the right way. At the teasing he barked a laugh and waved a hand in dismissal.

“Oh no my dear fellow, you more than made up for that already. We were both in a foul mood anyway so let us take heart that our misfortune led to such a fortunate companionship.” The soldier had been pretty and Tine had enjoyed pulling his strings but that was so long ago. He couldn’t imagine putting that much effort into petty revenge nowadays. Killing was so much easier.

He quite enjoyed that genre of music as well but didn’t listen to it frequently. Still it was another shared interest he would keep in mind for future meetings with the tailor. At the next question he pursed his lips.

“…Sugar. Desserts and sweet things.”

Resting back in his seat he slid one leg over the other and rested his forehead against his fist.

“I enjoy soups provided they are not too chunky and the occasional chicken pate and salad. I can not say I am a fan of anything high in fibre.” Breads, pastas and noodles all gave him quite the stomach pain.

Taking his time to think of his next question he enjoyed two more shots in between.

“What is your preference in sexual partners?”

Although he knew that they’d agreed to let it be water under the bridge, he was rather grateful for the affirmation. He had absolutely no intentions of making an enemy of this man, not when the alternative could be much more fun. 

The ‘sweet things’ answer should have been expected considering what the man had wanted from the fast food joint, but part of him had put it down to the stress of such a horrendous day. It was rather cute, that this devilish and cruel man had a preference for sweet things. It made Teddy want to lavish him with gifts - fine chocolates and boozy marshmallows. 

At Tines question he raised a thin blond brow, eyes glinting in amusement. Well, wasn’t that just straight to the point?

“Preference?” He echoed, thoughtful. Oh, Teddy could give him a comprehensive list of what he enjoyed, but that wasn’t quite the question. Tine wanted to know what appealed to him; what he drew him in. 

“Men, naturally.” He gave Tine a cheeky smile, tongue between his teeth. “No, no... I know what you meant.” 

He rolled his lower lip between his teeth, dark eyes catching Tine’s and holding them. 

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A breath was forced out of her lungs from the sheet force applied to her body and her entire form was pushed forward, so much so that she needed to seek support against the wall before her. For a brief moment she had to consider whether or not this could continue, if she could adjust to it or if she’d actually reached her limit. Adrianna threw her head backwards and tried arching her back more, maybe it would make things easier. With a low moan she tried her best to bit back into and stared a little over her shoulder at the man right behind her.

“….Hgnnn… Yes, go on..” she replied a little breathless. “I think i can take one more inch.”

Turning her attention to the mirror in front of her the Fallen tried to distract herself by how good her waist looked all cinched up in this corset. Teddy always managed to create the most beautiful pieces for her, it would be a shame to just not put up with a little lack of breath to properly slip into this ensemble. “I would appreciate if you’d give me a quick notice before you pull the ribbons. Otherwise the fabric might rip when i breathe in…” she’s all muscles underneath, so completely ruining it isn’t too far fetched either.

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Ah so he knew how to play the game of forming business alliances without letting the unspoken resentment build up. Some may call it two faced but to Tine it was just good business practice. Holding your tongue could get you far with those who did not take criticism well and he could imagine the humor of seeing such fools read the bashing enraged, complaining to Teddy as he smiled and assured them they were fine. Playing them like spinning tops.

Tine was enjoying Teddy’s company more and more.

At the question Tine pondered.

“Cruelty is rather subjective.” Taking the shot he considered passing this one as he honestly wasn’t sure what act could be deemed the worst. After a bit he finally tapped the shot glass down and rose a finger.

“There was once a general and a soldier. The soldier was loyal to his general and harbored more than just admiration for him. Working his way up the ranks, through will and grit he became the general’s best soldier, going where he went, never leaving his side. The general praised his work but never showed signs of anything beyond professional relationship.

Well one night as the soldier prepares for bed in his tent the general comes to him and in an unexpected turn, takes the soldier as his lover that night. Come morning the general is gone from the tent and when the soldier finds him he acts no different than normal. Disheartened the soldier passes off the encounter as a fever dream or hallucination. Except the general comes to him again the next night and the next and the next, each time leaving by morning and acting like nothing has changed.” 

Taking another shot Tine licked his lips.

“Eventually the general is promoted and he makes the soldier his official right hand man. The soldier is delighted and accepts that their lovers relationship must be kept a secret, happy to stand by the man he loves in any way. Months pass and the nightly visits continue until they suddenly stop and the general announces his engagement to a pretty young woman he’s been courting since his promotion.

The soldier is distraught and confronts the general who responds he has no idea what the soldier is talking about and their relationship has never been anything but professional. Disturbed by this outburst the general arranges for the soldier to be sent away to a new post. The soldier, feeling used and now about to be tossed away takes a blade to the general and runs him through in a crime of passion that ends the life of the man he loved.”

He grins.

“But here is the kicker. The fiance enters the crime scene as the soldier remains hunched over the general’s corpse and in a shocking turn of events reveals that the ‘General’ who had slept with him and spoke sweet nothings with was in fact not the man laying cold in his arms, but rather, her!” A laugh. 

“Or I should say, I. Yes, months before the young soldier had scuffed my shoe and did not even apologize so I decided to teach him a lesson in manners. I gave him what he desired and in return, he killed the man he loved who truly never laid a hand on him.

So what kind of music do you enjoy?”  

Tine was good at spinning a tale. Teddy could imagine getting drunk and just listening to him talk, head in his lap as the hours ticked by. 

He was expecting Tine to call himself the general, or compare himself to him - a fictional man that Teddy thought sounded rather brilliant. Sadistic and successful? Consider him intrigued.

It took a moment for the twist in the story to register - for the fact that it was possible for Tine to appear as anything other than himself. Teddy initially went to dismiss it, but no, the man had survived a bullet to the skull. 

The little blond leaned closer, hands threaded together and chin resting on his fingers. 

“Oh, you are a delight.” He dragged his gaze over Tine’s face, drinking in his sharp features. He made no effort to hide his interest. What could he say? He found cruelty attractive, and that level was mouth watering. The question went ignored for the moment.

“I’m mildly aware shooting you in the face is a little worse than scuffing your shoe, however.” He was smiling, teasing in spite of the fact that he could have real reason to be worried. “I suppose I’ll have to work to make it up to you, hm? A pause.

“I rather enjoy electro swing music. It’s excellent for focusing.” He unlaced his fingers, plucking the fancy vodka up to pour them both two more shots.

Taking his seat he caught the shot and held it by his fingertips as he mulled over the question.

“That is a tough one…” Biggest fear hm? A heavy hitter right off the bat.

“Freezing to death. Burning is painful but it is quick if you choke on the smoke first. With freezing you try to stay awake and feel your limbs succumb to the cold bit by bit. Fingers and toes first. Then the nose and ears. Then skin and limbs.” 

A frown on his face as he described the grizzly details he shook it off with a scoff.

 “You know those walk in freezers in restaurants and such? I attempted to overcome this fear by staying in one for a prolonged period of time.” He laughed and tapped the shot glass.

“I ironically could not keep my cool. Ended up paying quite a bit in damage repairs.”

It was true. Tine never liked the cold and had a weakness to it. If anything could kill him it’d be freezing.

“My turn then. What is your guilty indulgence?”

It wasn’t that Teddy was in the habit of disbelieving people, but imagining someone locking themselves in a freezer because they were scared of freezing to death was a stretch. However, because it was Tine, Teddy found it fairly easy to picture. He was the right kind of crazy to try something like that. 

“It’s not really a fear of mine, but I’d hate to freeze to death too. It’s the slowness of it.” He made a face. “Feeling your body fail you.” 

He ran his pointer around the rim of his shot glass as Tine asked his question, a thoughtful expression on his face. He picked up the glass and downed it, enjoying the way it burned as it slid down his throat. 

“Indulgence is one thing, but guilty implies a level of shame.” He set the empty glass down, rolling his lip between his teeth. 

“You already know of my weakness of trash food when stressed...” What was he ashamed of enjoying, if anything? Teddy had always been a fairly open and indulgent individual. 

“Ah! Yes. I like to write anonymous articles bitching about bad work in high fashion, even if I am supposedly on good terms with the designers. My articles tend to gain traction and it’s incredibly satisfying.” He laughed to himself, somewhat sheepish. “I’m always honest in person, but sometimes I want to be mean.” 

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“But of course, the least I could do.” Knocking back the shot the glasses were refilled before the bartender left them to their conversation.

“No no, think nothing of it. I certainly do wish to partake of your services but I intend to pay like everyone else. But let us not speak business tonight.”  Gesturing to one of the couches he carried the bottle of vodka with them, setting it down and taking his second shot with a lick of his lips.

“Given we are well past formalities how about a game to get to know one another better?” He grinned in an almost impish way, like a mischievous teen about to suggest some trouble. “We ask one another about ourselves and should we wish to pass, we take a drink.”

A laugh and he rubbed the back of his head almost sheepish.

“I know I know. Rather juvenile but I do find it to be a great way of becoming.. intimate, with one another”

“What do you say?”

It had been a good few years since he’d played a drinking game. They’d fallen out of favour with his peers, but they’d always been a bit of a laugh, especially back when he’d been learning his craft. He’d gotten drunk on vodka many a time.

“Alright, that sounds like fun.” Tine’s boyish enthusiasm was rather infectious, and Teddy grinned back at him. 

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If only for a moment, he could forget about Rapture and their glass prison. With Tine cooing at him, calling him exquisite as he laid back on the shower tiles, he could forget that they were most likely going to die down there. 

When had he given up on the dream of escape? What had he accepted this reality? There was a time where he’d been trying to plot and plan, really convinced that he could figure a way back to the surface of the Atlantic without the pressure crushing him, but it was a pipe dream. 

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“Teddy it is~”

Standing from the instrument he ran a hand over the keys and held it out for the other to shake in greeting. Certainly, they were well passed such formalities but manners were manners and Teddy was an esteemed guest tonight.

“ A few years now. Picked it up to see if I had a knack for it and well, you heard the results.” Tilting his head he gestured to the bar and placed a hand on the small of the tailor’s back. “I am also quite adept at the violin if you have any requests. Do you play anything?”

The barman flashed a grin as the two approached, his eyes shut even as he placed down the glass he was polishing and swiftly picked up two shot glasses from behind him. A bottle of vodka with a dragon design on the bottle and flecks of gold leaf floating inside was pulled out from under the counter and poured into the shots in front of Teddy.

“To second impressions and unfavorable firsts.”

Lifting a shot in toast his smile was sharp and eyes lidded.

“And getting absolutely shit faced off good drink.”

It was surprisingly easy to be in Tine’s company, especially with such lavish surroundings. Honestly, if this club reflected Tine’s tastes, then they would get along swimmingly. 

Teddy took Tine’s hand and shook it, offering him an easy smile.  “I can play piano too.” He let Tine guide him towards the bar, taking his time to look over the man’s outfit. He had to admit, it wasn’t bad. He wasn’t sure if it was custom made, but it had certainly been tailored to his frame. He took the shot from the bartender and laughed, lifting it to clink their glasses.

“To second impressions.” He winked and downed the drink. It didn’t burn much, which showed just how expensive it really was. Teddy’s tolerance was high, but he could feel the potency. 

“Oh, that’s delicious.” He set the glass down. “You really meant VIP treatment, hm?”