Apply Some Pressure

“It seem like the perfect weather to go skinny dipping tonight don’t you think?” Josephine asked with a soft smirk.

Sebastian had only been back at the resort of a matter of days. He had to leave, find somewhere not too far away to let out the anger that had been building up inside him. Coming back after causing utter chaos outside felt strange, but he sure as hell felt a little more like himself. He had been on his way back to his cabin when a woman’s voice made him smirk. “Darling, any weather is perfect for skinny dipping, you just need to know the right places to go.” He looked over to her, taking her in. She could be the perfect welcome gift that he needed. “If you are so intent on skinny dipping then why don’t we go to the lake, mon cher?”

“Help me settle an argument. I think those fancy one piece bathing suits with the cutouts and the mesh and the chains and all that are just as sexy as a bikini. There was a guy last night who said that they weren’t. What do you think?” 

“That depends, mon cher. Sometimes the mesh and the chains can get in the way.” Sebastian glanced at the redhead, smirking. “But there is something about tearing all that away that you don’t get with a bikini. Perhaps it less about the clothing and more about the person in them. Sex appeal is everything, darling.”

Manon smirked, arching a sharp brow as she looked up at the other demon. She always seemed to choose bodies that were on the shorter side. Easier to pull off the innocent act. “Wouldn’t you like to know. Don’t worry, I haven’t tested it out on anyone. Yet.” Raising her chin out of his grasp, she rolled her eyes, hand straying to the scarf. “I did her a favor.” Manon tilted her head before raising her hand and patting his cheek. She couldn’t deny that his used mug was definitely a good looking one, and if it was anyone but Sebastian inside, she might have just liked to give that face a try. “It is a nice help, but I really enjoy the old fashion way. What can I say, I like getting to know my face.” Her eyes strayed to the attendant and she smiled kindly, her gaze a little less as he picked up a bag. He too was nice enough, but her attention was drawn away by a thin woman dressed in an Alyce body hugger. She bit her lip as she walked passed only to notice that Sebastian seemed to let his gaze wander as well. “Not even in a new face, sugar,” she giggled, shrugging her shoulders. “As, you did miss me. I figured I would. Plus, I hear there’s some interesting people here.”

Originally posted by giveme-yourattention

Manon had always been such fun to watch. The sweet and innocent face was easy to see through, well at least for Sebastian, but he was sure there were a lot of people who thought it would be easy to take advantage of her. “Hmmm, well, if you’d like a little practice with someone who can bite back, I’m sure you’ll find me.” He couldn’t help but grin at how blunt her words were. He really did admire her ruthlessness. “Oh, darling, I believe you. I’m sure you will make much better use of this pretty face than she ever did. I’m sure the poor little thing probably is grateful that you put her out of her misery.” 

Sebastian was certain that the woman had noticed them staring and he let devilish thoughts fill his mind. “Interesting is one way to put it.” He laughed and let his gaze drift back to Manon. “Hmmmm, how would you feel about a little welcome gift? Maybe a human to play with in the dungeon. Sadly we can’t kill them, but I’m sure that some welcome a little pain.”

Calliope truly hated him in this moment. She understood the demon need to destroy everything in your path, but she felt like Sebastian’s destruction seemed to be focused on her entirely. “I see,” she answered simply, in a cold tone, “Well keep your feelings or lack thereof to yourself because you had your chance to keep me when you had me. I do not want to play games with you anymore Sebastian.” It was a lie, but it was one that needed to be said. She doubted it would make any difference, but the effort had to be made. “Nathaniel is not my dog nor is he my property. He is someone that I enjoy spending time with and someone that fucks much better than the shell of a demon standing before me,” she continued, her face absent of any smile or pleasantry, “My night was exactly what I wanted until you showed up. In fact, Nathaniel had finished fucking me at the bar in front of a crowd of people. I would say that that is exciting enough considering the rules here against murder.”

He should’ve just said what he’d been holding in for years. Even being away from her he had still felt it. It was like she was a fire in his veins and no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to snuff out the flame. His jaw clenched. Her words hurt him more than he cared to admit. Why was he like this? Why was she the one thing that had stuck with him over the centuries? “This isn’t a game, Calliope. I wish it was. I wish I could get you out of my goddamn head because life would be so much fucking easier if I could pretend that there was nothing there. Fuck, do you honestly think that if there was nothing between us I would be wasting my rage on some pathetic child like Nathaniel?” He was shaking. If he could murder someone in that moment he would, just so he could feel like he wasn’t weak. He shouldn't have been feeling like this. “I don’t care who you fuck, Callie. It’s what we do, we fuck and we kill and we take what we want. But you can’t expect me to just stand there and take it if he wants to drag me through the mud.”

Claire finished putting together the rest of her room, having wanted to decorate it to the way her bedroom at home appeared. It made things feel a little more homey in her opinion. Having left the door cracked, she was ware of curious eyes when she turned. Offering a warm smile though her mind was intrigued, she lifted her hand in a finger wiggled wave. “I don’t bite, sometimes.,” she offered.

the naked leads the blind | playlist 001

Every You Every Me - Placebo

I know I’m selfish, I’m unkind. Sucker love I always find someone to bruise and leave behind.

Hearts A Mess - Gotye

You don’t get burned, ‘cause nothing gets through. It makes it easier, easier on you

Cough Cough - Everything Everything

Sold my feelings now I’m hanging by a thread

This Hurts - Mindless Self Indulgence

Oh, God I’m wonderful, I’m marvelous, intelligent, so why doesn’t that make me feel better?

Emperor’s New Clothes - Panic! At the Disco

I’m taking back the crown. I’m all dressed up and naked. I see what’s mine and take it

Danger - Sumo Cyco

Could I be your danger? Could I be your stranger? Sin and savior.

The Future Starts Slow - The Kills

Calliope wasn’t surprised by Nathaniel’s actions, but she was embarrassed and she hated feeling that way. This was a party. Violence had its time and place, especially adolescent violence. She didn’t turn back to look at Nathaniel knowing he would be fine. She grabbed Sebastian’s arm and dragged him toward the balcony. Once outside, she turned around to face. “C'était immature, même pour vous. Je ne vous comprends pas Sebastian. Vous avez fait vos sentiments envers moi à maintes reprises. Permettez-moi de deviner … vous voulez que je laisse Nathaniel derrière et que je vous dérange le reste de ma vie. Est-ce que je suis proche?” she snapped at him, almost in an helpless tone.

(That was immature, even for you. I don’t understand you Sebastian. You have made your feelings toward me clear time and time again. Let me guess… you want me to leave Nathaniel behind and lust after you the rest of my life. Am I close?)

His hand hurt, but oh, it was worth it just to know he had probably messed up that smug face for at least a little while. Sebastian smirked as Calliope dragged him through the room, a few shocked people getting out of their way. He finally sucked in a breath when she let go of him. He stretched his fingers, wincing at the sharp pain that came as he moved them. In a few hours the pain would be gone, but for the moment it served as a reminder of what he would consider a triumph. “Callie, you don’t know what I’m feeling. You don’t need to know. It would just... complicate things.” He huffed. It was the closest he had ever gotten to admitting that he did indeed feel something for her and even then it was barely an admission. “How about you teach your dog not to disrespect me in the future? It might save you some embarrassment when he mouths off at the wrong demon again.” Even through the harsh words he was smiling. The fact that Calliope hadn’t shooed him away to care for the younger demon meant something, he wasn’t quite sure that it was, but it was something. He straightened his mask, grinning at her, “Mon cher, au moins j'ai apporté de l'excitation à votre nuit.”

Aerith didn’t actually had very important plans to do, she could have been in her cabin in half an hour but where was the fun in that? After all she did love to tease him and remind him on how she still had a hold on him, something that he could fight but it would always be there. But there was something more, she hadn’t lied when she said he was one of her favorites, however she had a way of doing things that displeased her. She could tell there was something off and she didn’t like that, she expected every little piece of humanity to be gone after he killed his family, so she was punishing a little before she did what she had to resolve the issue. She bought a few things at the store of the resort, contacted some of her informants in case something interesting was happening in the real world, and actually returned to the bar to drink something before making her way to her cabin. She noticed her lights were off and sighed, two hours in the dark? He could be dramatic. “See darling I told you I wouldn’t be out for long.” She said after opening the door and turning on the light.” She smiled at him when she saw him on her couch. She started to take off her dress as she walked to him, she was wearing red lingerie today which she at least found fun since she wore red the day they met. She ran her fingers through his hair as she straddled him. “Since it has been a little while since I saw you, because I was being mean to you and because i know there is something bothering you, I’m going to be nice.” She kissed deeply moving away to whisper in his ear “I’m going to let you be in control tonight..and you can do anything you like.” Well as much control as she was willing to give, she wasn’t going to beg him, or be totally dominated..that only Drake could do.

Nathaniel’s eyes got dark as Sebastian grabbed his collar and he was prepared to fight back if the older demon took things too far, the only thing stopping him really was Caliope. Once she talked to him he used all his self control to calm down a little and he looked at her. “You’re right, is not worth getting in a fight with him.” He looked at him once more “You heard her.” He wasn’t sure what she had said but she had kissed his cheek and that to him made it clear that she wanted to be with him. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying another insult to Sebastian.

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Sebastian’s grip loosened as Calliope’s fingers wrapped around his wrist with crushing force. He let out a cold laugh, glancing at her with dark eyes. “Je vois que je ne suis pas voulu ici. Amusez-vous, ma chérie.” He turned on his heels, pretending he was leaving, “Enjoy being a sub-par version of me, Nathaniel.” A malicious smile curled his lips and he quickly turned back, his fist flying at Nate’s face. He just needed to release that anger and jealousy and Nate had such a punchable face.

“Eh, I’ve had lesser minds to deal with as of late,” Manon sighed, rolling her eyes at his words. “You’ll catch me up to speed.” Puffing her cheeks out, the woman frowned, poking at her own cheeks grumpily. “It’s a pretty face, but it’s still so… stiff. Better than yours, though so I’ve got that working for me.” She grinned up at him quickly before shaking her head. “Oh you mean you’re not? Shame, I even packed a butler costume.” Laughing, Manon let her gaze fall past the taller man, searching the area as she bit her lip. “Did Aerith send you?”

Originally posted by welostinparadise

“And now you’ve got to get back in the big leagues. Come on now, darling, where’s that sharp tongue I know so well?” He laughed, softly, his hand reaching to tilt her chin. “Hmmm, it’s not the worst face I’ve seen. I’m sure you’ll grow into once you heal.” He glanced at the scarf with a smirk, “And I’ll have you know that my face it perfect, at least for another decade or two. Let’s hope social media is still around then because damn, it makes looking for a new body so simple.”

He glanced at the bags, waving over a member of staff who had come to greet somebody. “Please take these bags to the mansion, or get someone competent who can. Try not to damage anything, I’ve seen her angry and I’m sure you wouldn’t like it.” He took a step back, watching a pretty little waif of a woman with a great ass walk past. He chuckled, thinking about what he could do later. “Of course she didn’t send me. I was just curious about whether or not you would actually show up. I’m not going to say I’m glad you’re here but... let’s just say I wouldn’t mind seeing you mess with a few tragic souls.”

Pressing her tongue against her cheek, Manon tried so hard to hold back her smile. Raising her hand to the person she had been speaking to, the woman pivoted on her heel, brow arching. “Well, look who crawled out of the slums,” she said, her head tilting. She let her hand drop to her side, completely ignoring the other person now. She felt jitters making her body jump before she launched herself at him. Her arms wrapped around his neck in a tight hug before she backed away. “Good thing you’re here to deal with the tantrum then. And my bags.” She grinned quickly, backing up.

Originally posted by game-of-mind

He scoffed, raising his eyebrows at her. “The slums, huh? Your insults are getting weaker, dear. That one didn’t hurt even a little.” They may have teased each other but there was definitely a connection between them, maybe because Aerith liked to keep them both around and they had to deal with each other constantly. He grinned when her arms wrapped around him, planting a kiss on her cheek. “I think you have me mistaken for someone from staff. You can take your own bags, princess.” He folded his arms, smirking in front of her. He did so love to push her buttons.

The air was still as she stepped off the train. Her neck was stiff. The problems of switching bodies so quickly. The poor woman knew nothing, just happy that someone was taking interest in the mousy visage she portrayed to the world. Manon smiled at the reflection the closing doors cast at her. Tilting her head, the demoness straightened the scarf that she had strategically placed over the efficient slit that had drained the woman’s blood. Lighting a cigarette that she had found on the woman, Manon watched the cloud of smoke lift into the air.

Exhaling, Manon dipped to pick up her case and turned away. The woman felt ‘almost’ sorry that the people on the train had to clean up her little mess. But she was more worried that there had been no one there to greet her. She’d alerted her dearest friend that she would be there, and yet Aerith was no where to be seen. Sighing, she stomped her foot like an unhappy child. Turning to the nearest person, thankfully, she raised her voice. “Hi, yes, hello?” she asked, letting the most sugary sweet smile take her new face. “Do I have to do this myself or is there some way too get a hold of the resort?“

Originally posted by halsey-argent

Sebastian had caught wind that an old friend arriving and he couldn’t help himself, he had to see if the rumour was true. Friend was probably not the correct way to describe what they had. Maybe playful rivalry was better. It was like they were always fighting to be the favourite in Aerith’s eyes, neither of them ever winning. 

He watched the train pull up, eyeing the passengers that came off. He didn’t recognise any one and would have probably gone back to his cabin to find a new toy to play with, if it wasn’t for one woman’s mannerisms. He could recognise them anywhere, and he smirked at her as she spoke. “Nice face, Manon.” He chuckled, looking at her case, “There’s a doorman you can ring, I’m not sure he would appreciate a tantrum though.”

Nate wasn’t sure what they were saying but from the tone and body language he was pretty certain they were getting in a fight, he gently placed his hand on her waist. “You know, I am not  a fucktoy but i rather be that, than some insecure, possessive guy that doesn’t understand that he is old news.” He smirked “There are some girls around desperate for anyone why don’t you go fuck one of those and let us keep having fun?”   

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“D'autres hommes peuvent vous avoir, mais ce petit garçon doit apprendre un peu de respect.” Sebastian’s voice was low growl, his jaw clenching as Nathaniel kept butting in to things he didn’t need to be part of. He stepped closer, grabbing him by the collar, “Nathaniel, please, keep talking about shit that you know nothing about. I would love an excuse to hurt you.”