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@occultacarne
I realize there are like a handful of people Sebastian won't bother and those people are like
Eiden (oddly enough for now) Tenna .......
That's it? Literally that's it?
oH AND TILL. he was kind enough to lift Till up and all that, but hasn't messed with the guy....
yet.
I'll make an offocial thing like Lethe did for @hollowfaith because WHY NOT?
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I realize there are like a handful of people Sebastian won't bother and those people are like
Eiden (oddly enough for now) Tenna .......
That's it? Literally that's it?
Lyney's eyes drift briefly to the victim, left on the ground as though they were nothing more than something to be discarded, and he finds himself frowning once again. If he had the chance, he would at least give them a more dignified end. Right now, though, he had to think about himself.
Instinctively, he took a few small steps back, keeping distance between himself and the other man. "How convenient" - he remarked. "I suppose it's much easier to sleep at night when you've convinced yourself no one ever had a choice."
Every instinct screamed at him to leave. And yet, somehow, Sebastian's words - and the sound of his own name on the vampire's lips - rooted him to the spot.
"I'll hold you to that" - he added, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite himself. "If we ever meet again."
Sebastian doesn't take a step forward when Lyney steps back. That is enough, though. It makes him want to chase his prey. What fun would it be if he found Lyney first instead of this sorry excuse of a sack of meat? He scoffs at the idea, but his gaze softens when they look at Lyney,
"Think what you will." Whether he slept well at night or not, that was something Lyney can think about if he wished.
"But believe me, we will meet again." He will find him in other words.
And with that, Sebastian's gone. Scattered into bats that flies off into the nightsky.
Perhaps Sebastian doesn't understand it as Vanth means it. He couldn't, as Vanth has never told him of his past mistakes. Still, Sebastian's words comfort him all the same. It doesn't really matter if Sebastian knows what scars lie beneath Vanth's quiet begging for a promise—not to leave him for his protection, or worse, to depart in death or even eclipse. Sebastian would not leave him for any reason, and that is more than enough. It's everything. The shaking breath above him tickles warmly against his scalp. Vanth slowly slides his arms around Sebastian's middle, squeezing him as though to comfort him back. ❝ I'll always be by yours, too. ❞ Briefly, Vanth falls silent. His thumbs strokes into the fabric over his partner's waist, weighing his next words. ❝ And whatever happened back there... I'm still beside you. ❞
❝ Whether we talk about it, later or at all... I mean it. ❞
He knows vanth will always be by his side no matter what. They won't ever leave each other. Not even for the worst, he knows. Vanth has proven time and time again that he was here to stay for the long run.
Sebastian shifts to where he's now on top of Vanth. Not for round two, but to gaze into his lover's eyes better and kiss him once, twice, then a third time.
"Thank you," he whispers against Vanth's lips. He thanks him for not rushing, for not PRYING.
It was honestly the last thing he wanted to talk about. He cups the side of Vanth's face, "For now, I wish to focus all of my attention on you."
Vanth warily sizes up their opponents. All the while, he stays poised for defense, but unfortunately, this also gives those robots a chance to scan his abilities. Shit. ❝ If I had to pick a number out of ten, ❞ Vanth speaks over his shoulder, keeping his eyes in front of him. ❝ I'm like a three right now! ❞ If Vanth had been more careful at the start of this, that number would be much higher. He should probably do as Adolin suggests and seize an opportunity to rescue Sebastian while Adolin keeps these stupid hunks of metal busy. ❝ I'm on it! ❞ Flickering out of sight, Vanth reappears deeper inside the puzzle, bypassing which platforms he still can. ❝ Shout if you're in trouble! I'll zip back to you! ❞ Though the other two are preoccupied in a match with Adolin's sword, one of the robots follows Vanth's rush to free Sebastian. It teleports directly in his path, swiftly gearing up to attack. Perhaps it is his frustration that he weaponizes, but Vanth reels his arm back with all his might— ❝ Fuck! ❞ —and strikes.
❝ OFF!!! ❞ Smash! Its metallic skull caves in, sending sparks firing off pain through its chassis. It doesn't go down, and so Vanth deals another blow—this time, a kick to what would be its chest, knocking it off its feet. In the distance, the unmistakable sound of a blade splitting its foe hits Vanth's ears. No call of distress follows it, which should mean that Adolin must be holding his own. Even so, Vanth gives a split-second glance behind him just to be sure. He finds the man still entangled in battle with the robot left standing. Vanth can't let him become outnumbered again. He has to take this pain in the ass that followed him out. While it's still trying to get off the ground, Vanth drives his foot into it and wrestles a grip around its leg. With his sapped strength, his arms tremble as they pull. Vanth musters forth all he has left, tugging until the metal groans and shrieks, finally ripping free. He's unable to dodge the robot's dying efforts to fight back as he's struck in the face with his own shadow, leaving him stumbling away with a metal limb in one hand, and the other pressing a palm against the gash on his cheek. Vanth spits the taste of iron out of his mouth, and off to the side. Brandishing the metal leg as a makeshift weapon, he makes a break for Sebastian. Morpheus's doppelgänger takes notice of him, and instinctively Vanth holds his breath as he prepares to fend it off with the poor limb of its kin. Luckily, the Hellhound swoops in while it's distracted, taking it down for good. Vanth could not breathe a harder sigh of relief. ❝ Remind me to get you some treats, ❞ he mumbles appreciatively as the limb drops to the ground with a loud clatter. Finally, Vanth turns his attention toward disarming the prison that entraps Sebastian. ❝ C'mon, let's get you out of here... ❞ A press of a button sends the glass capsule back to the ceiling, freeing Sebastian at last. Not wasting any time, Vanth checks him over, and when everything seems good (thank fucking God), he staggers a few steps back, combing an exhausted hand through his sweat-sticky hair. ❝ We're good over here! ❞ He answers Adolin's call from across the room. @occultacarne -> @highprinceadolin
Sebastian didn't like being caged. Being confined made him remember things he'd rather not. The feeling behind it, the emotions he felt. The loneliness, the darkness of it all. Things he now took in stride with him. Darkness, he wasn't afraid of, loneliness had become a part of him. It was why he had created Morpheus and his siblings so many, many, moons ago.
What would it have been like if someone came running to his rescue those many moons ago? Barging in through those doors, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of that room?
Would something have changed?
He watches Vanth fight his way through. Adolin handles himself well, slicing and slashing through metal bits. They clatter and clunk as their bodies hit the floor.
Impressive, really. But, his eyes don't stay on Adolin long as they return to his lover. Morpheus doesn't fail him in protecting Vanth either. And finally, Vanth is the one to push that button and release him from his confinement.
"...." he's being checked over, as if Vanth hadn't been the one who was struck. Sebastian doesn't say anything. Waits for Vanth to say that the coast is clear. Then, he reaches gently to run his finger along where he got hit by the robot and kisses Vanth's lips.
"You did good." You are the ray of sunshine.
The kind one saw after being locked in the dark for so long.
@highprinceadolin - @blightsbite
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Lyney narrowed his eyes and, before he could even answer the rhetorical question, the man let out a chuckle. A chill ran down his spine. Nothing good could possibly come from that.
He hesitated for a brief moment, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly as his mind raced through every possible escape route he might need if things took a turn for the worse.
"Lyney, the Great Magician of Fontaine" - he introduced himself at last, never breaking eye contact. Somehow, the threat managed to both freeze his blood and set his heart racing.
"Though I'm afraid I don't recall volunteering for that" - he replied, lifting a finger as if politely asking for the man's attention. "For mercy to mean anything, the other person has to be willing to receive it. Ignoring my choice wouldn't be very merciful of you to begin with."
Sebastian ignores the heap of a body on the ground now. It no longer satisfied him. He has a new toy here. He can focus his attention on something alive, still pumping blood.
"When it is time to feed, however, you don't get to choose who the victim is," he says with a certain sweetly innocent tone.
"Still, I will be sure to exercise mercy when I find you, Lyney, the Great Magician of Fontaine."
Vanth is too precious. Sometimes, Sebastian worries that he will break Vanth more than he has in their time together. He finds that he is worried that it will be the case. It isn't something he's thought of often with another. The last person having been with Love was so, so, SO long ago.
"Very well. I will work toward being more careful. However, that means you will have to do the same, mm?" They both knew it would be something impossible. He shifts, laying himself and Vanth down into a more comfortable position.
"I am deeply in love with you. There is nothing I cannot and will not do, if it's for you."
❝ Mm... ❞ Vanth hums affirmatively, a low, almost drowsy little sound. The change in position touches the deeply buried instinct to sleep. He's so comfortable, so safe inside his lover's arms that he wishes they could shut their eyes and dream all the hurt away. Perhaps he'll do as Sebastian taught him his first night in the city, and drift into his thoughts to rest. For now, he is awake, focused on the familiar baritone of Sebastian's voice. Vanth takes him by each side of his face, kissing him between his dark brows. ❝ I will, ❞ Vanth murmurs, before tucking himself underneath Sebastian's chin. ❝ I promise. ❞ Though his body lies still, his pulse somersaults. Vanth's fingers fidget into Sebastian's clothes; his feet between his ankles do, too, overlapping at the toes. ❝ ... Will you promise me that it's anything but leaving? That when I open my eyes... the first thing I'll always see is you? ❞
Vanth's voice grows tight, and so it drops no louder than a whisper. ❝ Nothing in this world matters more to me than that. ❞ Even if it is the last thing I see, I want it to be you.
There's a brief surprise in Sebastian's eyes. Had he also been worried that he would leave? It aas a foolish thought. Sebastiaj could never leave Vanth behind.
"Of course, I wouldn't dream of it." He couldn't, but most definitely wouldn't. Vanth was everything. He....
Sebastian closes his eyes and buries his face partially into Vanth's hair. He exhales, a shaky breath leaves him.
"I will always be by your side, my Dove."
The question gets thrown back to him and he simply hums as he looks at his own cards for a moment.
"You seem like the type to scope a situation out before you fully commit. The same way you were staring at me the moment I walked into this place."
He tapped the top of them and the dealer slide him another card. A single glance before he sits it down. "Cautious but curious. Which also means... you'll be a risk taker if you think it'll be interesting enough."
Usually those kinds come from old money. Opportunistic predatory types. He certainly didn't mind.
"You should get into games, you'll be fun to play with. Unless I'm wrong as hell?"
"Mm, you sound so sure," he says as he eyes his own cards in hand. "You are right about me being a risk-taker, however. I enjoy challenges." He enjoyed being kept on his toes. The thrill of it all was where it was at!
"However, regarding me watching you, you stick out like a sore thumb, as others would put it." He sets his own card down.
"Vanth, my husband has taught me one game I found I am good at. He says I'm good at playing pool."
"Ah. This is about the prince. Or perhaps about the girl who was behind Vanth's death. Not once, but twice," his voice seethe out a whispered fury. He regains his composure.
"I would hardly call Prince Adolin a friend of Vanth. They only had just met. His death will mean nothing to my Dove." Now, turning to face Aurelius, he cocks his head curiously. "And you failed to answer my question. What is it you want, Aurelius?" He watches the angel carefully, and then he exhales a sigh. Releasing the tension and negative emotions he was feeling.
There's then a smile, relaxed, genuine.
Since Aurelius is here and he was having such a time, why not play with the angel a little bit?
"Actually, you do not have to tell me anything. I welcome your company nevertheless.:
"No you don't."
Aurelius answers a bit too quickly—not because he doesn't believe Sebastian, but because the demon's words ring true. A grimace hits his features before he adds, "I don't."
"So I'll tell you directly: either cherish him and his friends, or lose them both. I don't know what kind of lust-addled confession you fed him, but it doesn't take a fool to know that relationships work best while built on trust."
He'd known from first-hand experience. With Klaus.
Sebastian doesn't say anything, instead he huffs out a small sigh. He thinks for a moment and then motions for Aurelius to enjoy the scene with him.
"Who am I to dismiss what you say? Perhaps you know more about that than anyone, mm? You had to go through something similar." He places his hands on the railing as he watches the ocean glow with its bioluminescent creatures of the Moonbeach.
"Aurelius," he begins, voice a whisper as he calls the angel's name.
"I am a demon. King of hell...it is etched in my veins to be the way I am..." he sighs softly again. "But it isn't impossible for a demon like myself to learn what it means to be good. That is what I want to be for Vanth.
....you will help me? To be better than what I am" he looks at the angel with hopeful eyes.
@hollowfaith
"And here I thought you'd rather avoid me. What is it you want, Aurelius Vane-Tempest?"
Sebastian's hair is tied in a low ponytail. Not the usual hairstyle he'd go for, but that's irrelevant.
Golden eyes focus back out into the horizon, and those golden eyes shift into their usual red.
"If you are here to talk about how I ruined Vanth, then I will advise you to hold your tongue."
He'd approached the silhouette because there was something painfully familiar about it, but once his senses realize who it is, Aurelius skids to a halt.
His face is pale with simmered fury, and the gaze focused on Sebastian's eyes—how dare they bleed red in his presence—glows with fresh contempt.
"You have no grounds to speak."
"I'd assume you'd behave after getting what you want, but you still target Vanth's friends. You're as hypocritical as ever."
"Ah. This is about the prince. Or perhaps about the girl who was behind Vanth's death. Not once, but twice," his voice seethe out a whispered fury. He regains his composure.
"I would hardly call Prince Adolin a friend of Vanth. They only had just met. His death will mean nothing to my Dove." Now, turning to face Aurelius, he cocks his head curiously. "And you failed to answer my question. What is it you want, Aurelius?" He watches the angel carefully, and then he exhales a sigh. Releasing the tension and negative emotions he was feeling.
There's then a smile, relaxed, genuine.
Since Aurelius is here and he was having such a time, why not play with the angel a little bit?
"Actually, you do not have to tell me anything. I welcome your company nevertheless.:
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@hollowfaith
"And here I thought you'd rather avoid me. What is it you want, Aurelius Vane-Tempest?"
Sebastian's hair is tied in a low ponytail. Not the usual hairstyle he'd go for, but that's irrelevant.
Golden eyes focus back out into the horizon, and those golden eyes shift into their usual red.
"If you are here to talk about how I ruined Vanth, then I will advise you to hold your tongue."
Sebastian's words put a stop to Vanth's recklessness. At his side, his fists flex. He has to focus; his soulmate's safety depends on it. ❝ Okay… ❞ Vanth's gaze moves between Sebastian and Adolin before temporarily settling at his feet. ❝ Alright, I won't blow it. I promise. ❞ Once Vanth is quiet and his frustration in check, Adolin instructs his attention. It lifts from his feet, closely watching the pebble the man plucks from the ground. A short toss sends it clattering to yet another platform, which responds by illuminating the next step forward. Good! This means they're getting somewhere. Adolin's got the right idea here. Vanth pays closer attention to the third stone thrown. He sucks in a sharp breath as it ricochets off to the wrong platform. And when it settles, the platform drops, unleashing a group of enemies upon them. ❝ Shit! ❞ Vanth jolts into a position of defense, poised between Adolin and harm's way.
Faintly, the shadow beneath him stirs. ❝ We're gonna have to knock these fuckers out. C'mon! ❞ With that, their battle begins. @occultacarne -> @highprinceadolin
As the two figure out the platform, Sebastian doesn't show much, aside from praising quietly, mainly toward Vanth for how good he was being. In any situation, if it had been reversed, he knew he would have been frustrated, too. Still, he was handling it well. And Adolin...well, he knew he could mildly count on the prince to watch over Vanth and keep him on track.
It's when the pebble hits the wrong platform and the robots spawns that Sebastian moves, ready to attack, only to then stop himself with a quiet breath of fresh air.
3.
3 robots storm in, all different in size but no bigger than a horse. Two come from either side of the captors, and one is at the center. They all seem to start scanning the two to copy whatever powers they have stored. Even the faintest of shadows has been copied, and they dance ever so weakly against the feet of these robots.
Sebastian wants nothing more THAN to fight.
Still, at least Morpheus can assist them---by fighting a robotic hell hound they managed to copy from Morpheus. Make that 4 robots.
"Try not to die," Sebastian says calmly. The comment is mainly aimed toward Adolin
And as if on cue, these tincans are charging in!
@highprinceadolin - @blightsbite
Cradled inside Sebastian's palm, Vanth's hand relaxes. His expression doesn't catch up immediately. There's still a pinch set in his brows as his thumb tentatively strokes the skin under Sebastian's clothes, careful of its discoloration as though maybe those wounds might still be there. Sure enough, the skin is smooth, dry, and best of all, healed. Vanth exhales softly as he allows himself some relief, sinking back down so that his forehead rests over it. ❝ You can't ignore yourself like that... ❞ When his words are muffled, Vanth shifts to meet Sebastian's gaze after a moment. However, his mouth is still partially buried in his open clothes.
❝ You can't ignore youself like that, Seb..! But—of course you will, 'cause I would, too, if it was you... So at least you let me take care of you. ❞ Vanth turns his hand around, squeezing their fingers together. Thank you, for letting me take care of you. ❝ It's better to see you with scars than not at all... We're both safe now. You need to rest—together, with me. ❞
Vanth is too precious. Sometimes, Sebastian worries that he will break Vanth more than he has in their time together. He finds that he is worried that it will be the case. It isn't something he's thought of often with another. The last person having been with Love was so, so, SO long ago.
"Very well. I will work toward being more careful. However, that means you will have to do the same, mm?" They both knew it would be something impossible. He shifts, laying himself and Vanth down into a more comfortable position.
"I am deeply in love with you. There is nothing I cannot and will not do, if it's for you."
♠ Noir knew that with Sebastian, he always needed to be on his guard no matter what. Which was difficult when he couldn’t fully gauge the extent of his abilities or intend. There were plenty of opportunities for the man to kill him, yet he didn’t. Sure, death held no power here - not that mattered much to him - but it was the act of it that held meaning, not to mention the gratification it could carry.
So when Sebastian suddenly appeared close to them, Noir yelped out of surprise and shock that he had let his guard down more than anything else, his hand instinctively reaching for the handle of his gun. Likewise, Anubis, due to his size, jumped behind instead of in front of him, eyes wide with terror. And when the jackal saw who it was, the burning in his sockets intensified, yet his body language revealed that he was scared. Under any other circumstances he would tower over him, but now he felt so, so very small and helpless.
Oh, the stench of death clinging to him, so unnaturally made his insides churn with disgust. This was not a being that should exist, yet here he was, walking among the living.
“Holy fucking shit, a little damn heads-up would’ve been lovely, Everest.” Then he continued, a red tint painting his cheeks, “hell would freeze over before an atom of my body would even consider missing you!” Noir was so ready to give him a quite angry lecture about manners and courtesy, two things he himself did not possess. However, that should not be the focus of their meeting, no, his irritated expression shifted to the trembling dog by his side, who by now gathered enough courage to face the demon in front.
Of course, the condescending comment didn’t help.
The jackal let his tail hang low while putting on a brave face, his hind legs shaking. What was he even supposed to say to that? “You do not belong here, fiend,” glowing eyes were transfixed on Sebastian, trying to muster the courage to look into his very soul, ears perking up to catch the faintest of heartbeats, “I was told you are not here by choice but by birth. It feels like a cruel fate has been bestowed upon you.”
"I assumed you knew I was coming to you."
It's the reaction from Noir and the god of the undead that tickles Sebastian. The chuckle is low, but delighted, honestly. He finds it amusing to see both of them so startled, one of them with his tail tucked between his legs and those legs trembling.
"Ah, and a shame. Here, I thought we were friends after spending quality time together. Just the two of us." He answers plainly afterward. His gaze meets the jackal with a tilt of his head.
"Ah, it seems Noir's discussion hasn't gone through to you? I quite enjoy existing. Since we already had this conversation," he says, looking at Noir, "I will not repeat myself again. Besides, we are here for a meeting, are we not?"
On cue, Morpheus approaches from behind Sebastian.
"well, look at that. Hit a nerves i assuming? Or is that your usually face when you're excited??" A sly smirk reached the corner of his mouth, almost toying with the man. He doesn't flinch or step back, Edward looks straight onto those red orbs as if challenging.
"I don't need my instincts to know anything about you."
"I like a guy who toys around with danger." In other words, he was pretty excited. It meant that, like it or not, Edward was now a toy, himself. Since the pup liked treading so close to fire? It was just only right.
"I hope that you and I can be friends. No need to put trust in the mix, wouldn't you agree?"
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In the haze of his afterglow, Sebastian still licks and sucks him. Vanth hardly moves despite the noises his lover's attention draws out of him, faint, breathy, and high-pitched, as sweet as birdsong. Sebastian answers his soft cries by closing his mouth over his. At first, Vanth warbles gently against his lips, muffled, before the taste of himself on Sebastian's tongue subdues him. With sluggish desperation, he flicks his own against it, and then Sebastian pulls back, murmuring praise against him. Good boy. ___ Later, Vanth lies against Sebastian's side, both of them washed and cleanly dressed. Bruises peek out his collar, already fading from violet to blue. ❝ You took care of me already, ❞ Vanth quietly reassures him. After all, Sebastian had prioritized Vanth's health over his own. A few bites and a little blood loss were nothing in comparison to what Sebastian had been left with. ❝ I'm okay, I promise. You were careful with me... I hardly feel a thing. ❞ Instead, Vanth's concern is with Sebastian. He brings himself upright, inspecting his beloved from above.
❝ Did it help..? I wanna see your wounds... ❞ Vanth brushes a tender thumb over Sebastian's cheek, before reaching to gently move aside his clothes. ❝ Can I..? ❞
"It is never enough," he answers with a light sigh. Sebastian can care for Vanth for eternity if allowed. Vanth wouldn't need to do anything!
His feature softens, and he runs his fingers through Vanth's hair as the man shifts, concern in his eyes. "I am fine. You fed me well." He lowers his hand from Vanth's hair and links those fingers around Vanth's to help him move his clothes aside, "See?" Those injuries look to have fully healed. There's some mild discoloration from the holy attacks, but they are barely noticeable, at least to Sebastian. It didn't bother him at all.
"It is much harder to rid scars that are caused by the divine. It will disappear fully in time."
The most noncommittal hum one could possibly give slipped out when "home" was mentioned. Last she remembered, she'd killed her home. Shot half of it dead and left the other behind since it'd never have her as she was. This place was just as much a home to her as the Undercity at that point. Just somewhere to exist.
But that was something she never found uncomfortable. It was more the circumstances the Stars subjected them to that drew her ire. At least it wasn't a cage they had to suffer alone- something Orchid seemed quite keen to pick up on. Though Jinx remained wary, she forced herself to stay in place when the woman approaches. The kindness in her expression does little to truly ease her mind, even if it does make her less inclined to turn her away.
Besides, she liked being helpful.
"... I could. Whether or not I will depends on what that something is."
"It isn't anything bad," she says, promisingly. "I just need help searching for someone. You see, they are excellent at hiding. I can sense them, but I can't seem to pinpoint their exact location."
Orchid seems a little bummed to share this news with someone else. "You seem like you know your way around, and seeing as how you said you've been here a while, I believe it is safe to assume you may have seen who I'm looking for." That or know of the person. She could only hope for the latter.
"By chance, have you ever met a tall man with black hair as long as mine? Golden eyes?"
