i was never nothin'

this is an indie rp blog for aj and the queen’s damien sanchez, aka hector ramirez. oh yes, hi i’m melli. i’ve got other blogs, but damien is very, very high up on the priority list. i love him with all my heart & i can’t wait to flesh him out some more.

he’s set in a human verse obviously, usually post aj and the queen season 1, but i’m happy to write him at any point in time during the show or completely apart from it. you don’t need to know the show at all, his bio is a very short, yet complete summary of who he is & what he does.

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this had to be a first. damien had been invited to a-many places ever since he started working with lady danger, but this was .. unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. he came to this place with the premise that he didn’t have to do anything, but ever since robert blew him off again & damien was left to fend for himself & figure out this gay thing on his own, he’d been more open to .. new things. still, given that all he did these days was for money, he did not intend to join in the fun.  he might’ve discovered he wasn’t entirely straight, but without robert by his side, he felt nowhere near brave enough to delve into his new-found sexual needs & desires either. 

the mask he’d been gifted for this luxurious & very exclusive event was golden, carved from the finest material & most gallant swarovski crystals were scattered across it. he felt somewhat safe with it, so the inhibitions that usually kept him at bay were somewhat ... loosened. his date, though, seemed upset that damien was the one turning heads. admittedly, the mask did very little to distract from his fit, toned body - so here he was, getting crowded almost instantly since he’d set foot into this place. soft music was playing, people could be heard chattering ... or .. not quite that. 

he wasn’t even sure who he was looking for when he turned one guy after another down with a polite little nod & apologetic smile on his handsome face. he still missed robert, but he also knew that that wasn’t exactly his type - or was it? did he even have a type? how could he know when he’d never loved a man before? his ... so-called boyfriend for this month was quite busy glowering from the seat next to him, so damien pressed gentle lips against the man’s reddened ear & excused himself for a moment. he needed air. 

upon leaving the room, the sounds of sex were growing louder & louder with every step down that corridor. there’d been a few couples making out in the other room, too, but the one he passed by with a quick glance inside was much more intimate from the looks of it. he almost caught himself staring, so with a little cough, damien spun to return to his date - but in his haste to lie to himself, he didn’t realize he had spun into someone. chests collided, hands fumbled & he couldn’t help but lose himself in the beauty of blue when he looked up. “my bad. it’s pretty crowded in there. fair warning.”

Peter chuckled. “Against a horde? No, I don’t fight loosing battles and no one can win against a horde. If the size is fightable though? Sure.” He replied getting up to take a bottle of water from a box and drink from it. “Fighting a horde is suicide unless you have hundreds of bombs and, as you know, we don’t have those these days.

At the acceptance he smiled pleased. “Great,” he said taking another sip from his water. 

It was then that someone interrupted them. A boy stood before their table. “Sir Hale?” The kid called waiting to be acknowledged and once he was he went on. “There’s a group that hasn’t come back yet and they told me to come for you and ask you if you could go look for them.”  Peter sighed, it was as if talking about what he usually did around invoked that exact situation to arise.

“Fine, fine. This man is my guest, guide him to my room once he’s over with his meal.” Peter said standing up, he placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. “I’ll be back before nightfall. Feel free to eat my next meal if I’m not back on time,” he told him before he walked away.

“hordes aren’t the worst enemies out there.” damien found the human race to be much, much worse these days. his former camp didn’t sink due to roamers, it broke apart due to the human race. thieves, raiders & bandits came - one by one, every week, demanding & taking until they had nothing left - only to demand more. people got scared & they ran until there was nothing left. that’s why he was on his own for the past month. most groups were dangerous, he’d not dared joining another until now.

the intruder was quite welcome, so damien sat back to watch them, raising a brow at the way the kind addressed peter. sir hale? he couldn’t help a chuckle. that peter had to go didn’t bother him, it meant he had a bed to himself amidst guards & safety - he couldn’t really complain. “be safe, mister hale.” damien grinned, stretching out on his chair. when he left, the boy stood & stared, so damien stood & let the kid lead him to peter’s room. it probably was an office once upon a time, but it was cozy enough. he could go out & explore, but a comfortable bed was the other option & he knew which he preferred. he sprawled out on the bed, his duffel discarded by the door & his boots kicked off to reveal socks that had certainly seen better days.

At the question, he looked to the door feeling the people passing by. “I’m a scouter and I get teams out of trouble when they don’t return for too long, that usually grants me a comfortable life in whatever settlement but also gives me access to secrets and to what’s going on. With time, the defenses begin to be too weak to deal with the zombies and eventually zombies break through and kill everyone or most of everyone.” Peter turned to look at him. “Before it does, I bail.”

“That should answer both of your questions,” he added smiling at him. “We could share my bed. I promise to I’ll only hug you. It can be cold at night,” not like Peter felt the cold but he was sure the other did. He wanted him in his bed even if they didn’t do anything, just his company and a body to hug for the night.

privacy was a rare privilege these days, so he knew that those furthest from the group were either special or too intimidating to be around. peter seemed to be a bit of both. according to the others peter was vital to the camp & damien knew he had to jump on that chance before someone else did. he didn’t regret it one bit, except for the offer from before that implied he was a whore. “you don’t stay to fight?” brave. 

“I’m telling the truth. Behind everything on it right now, I can see you’re gorgeous. Life has just been tough for you.” Peter stated, turning his body a little to observe him better. His next words caught him off guard and he remained quiet thinking about it. Did he wanted friends? Maybe not but Damien was right in that he could use the company. “Very well. Sorry for assuming,” he finally said. 

“But I don’t usually stay in a place for long, so don’t get attached.” It was a warning to help him but it wasn’t a threat. “I leave before a place collapses. They all do eventually. This one is stable enough to last longer but I can do you the favor to tell you when you should leave.” In the end, Peter was kind and he wanted to protect others but every settlement fell to zombies eventually and, as such, he rather not form any sort of bonds. He’ll lose it all again and he wouldn’t bare it.

“life’s tough on everybody right now.” everybody was either dead or starving these days - or .. that state in-between. peter hadn’t been all that wrong with his assumptions, but damien wasn’t going to tell him that. he didn’t come cheap. “alright, boss. i’ll keep my distance.” don’t get attached, huh? damien wasn’t looking for friends, just favors & those willing to grant them. 

The man next to him looked skinnier than he used to be, he could see his rations were smaller than his own but just like everyone else. Usually, he wouldn’t share as he consumed for food than humans, but today he wasn’t hungry for food. Peter pushed most of his rations towards the man that was now sitting next to him. “I think you could use the food more than me,” he said, placing his elbows on the table and resting his face over one of his hands.

The compliment made him smile but he stared at the man in silence. He didn’t look like the type of man that was built for survival but somehow he had managed so he could use a hand into comfort and Peter was willing to provide. “I try to keep myself clean.” After some silence he spoke again “I can see the struggle in your face but it’s still a pretty face,” he complimented back. “I’m Peter, by the way, what’s your name?” He added then, speaking when the man told Peter his name. “Nice meeting you. Tell me, what is it that you want? I know you want something. Was it just food? I would understand but I could assume a few things though I rather not. I do have a nice place. Quiet, a mattress, private.” He was enticing him now, going straight to the point. There was no use for flirtation these days, it was a waste of time. Romance was dead and Peter wasn’t human, it was too risky. Plus love would just slow his pace down, forcing him to find a more stable place.

there was no way to eat healthy like this, when food was scarce & he had to take whatever he could to get by. he was just glad to be safe for a few nights, catch up on sleep & get some food in him before the place got overrun, too. that seemed to be the general consensus. success came quickly, just like he’d planned. so he still had it in him even in this state - or maybe he’d simply managed to stir up pity within the other. he really had to shave, cut his hair - get back into the swing of things. “thanks, handsome. you sure you don’t want any?” he’d not expected to get all of it, though he wasn’t complaining in the slightest. 

he reached out once damien was settled, hand coming off of his pocket and bringing him close to his waist as he walked behind him, close, intimately. his hand, for anyone seeing, was above damien’s pocket. but in their reality, he was brushing the hair on his skin, nibble-kissing behind his ear as he walked them out of the station. “fine, i am not going to say no to you trying to be a better man for me.” casper pointed, a low voice used so to not harm his ear for he was still stimulating the area.

he felt they both had their secrets, damien being a wanted man & casper being more than just any ordinary human. he found the latter was actually pretty damn handy, especially for the situation he was in since robert sent the cops after him. it’d been a little over a year now since he last saw him, but the law never quite forgot. damien didn’t think he’d find love in a man again, not after the disaster of last time, but he did & he was happy. he’d come a long way. 

How befitting it was to see humanity fall by their own devices, yet, whatever they had done had affected everybody else. Selfish. Just as they always were. Thankfully a werewolf was better equipped for survival so survival wasn’t really the problem, loneliness and worry were. Peter knew his nephews were strong and smart enough to survive this because, whatever this was, he wasn’t exactly sure a werewolf was going to heal fast enough to survive it. A zombie werewolf. Now, that was a really scary thought. But that was the worry part, the lonely part was the one currently taking its toll on the man. He wasn’t going mad, by any means, but he was craving companionship to a level he wasn’t aware could even be reached. He was lonely before, sure, but not like this. How could he trust anyone in this new world anyways? Even when he was surrounded by people he felt lonelier than ever but hesitated to go find the remains of his family for fear of rejection, he wouldn’t be able to take it right now or ever in the future, and he was lacking friends even before the zombies fell on them. But this new world was here to stay, so he either survived it or gave up and he wasn’t the type to just give up. He’ll find a way. Eventually.

Peter had moved on from settlement to settlement after all hell broke loose. Sitting still in one place felt like a problem knocking at your door but humans didn’t have the luxury a werewolf had. Peter could hunt his own food and he could use his senses and abilities to avoid danger. What he didn’t have, however, was a pack. Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t need a pack, but he could use the company of others. Someone to talk to even if whatever they talked about wasn’t important at all. Werewolves craved company as much as humans did or even much more so. In exchange, he was capable to help the settlement run much more smoother. They never knew what he truly was but they knew Peter was their best scout, their best hunter, and their best scavenger, so if Peter ever demanded something? He always got it. It helped the man didn’t ask for much so when he did, he always received it. One of the many perks for working hard for these humans was getting larger rations of food. The other one was a really nice bed. His help, in his own opinion, helped any settlement remain standing for far longer than any other. They always fell apart but he would always book it before it did. Better safe than sorry. It wasn’t like he ever met anyone worth taking with before or feeling sorry about their death.

He had been here long enough to build a reputation and respect, he wasn’t feeling like leaving any time soon and people were nice enough. Currently, he was eating when someone approached him. He always sat alone when eating and the others respected his space well enough. Most of them anyways.

He looked up to the man that had just approached and asked if the spot was free. Funny as it obviously was but today was… a particularly bad one. He could use the company and he didn’t mind paying for it. “Yeah,” he replied eyeing the man. He was definitely new. “You look like you have seen better days,” Peter added. He tried to keep himself looking well enough, sometimes it meant travelling long distances to find a river where to clean up and others it meant shaving with his claws. Mighty uncomfortable if you ever ask him but it helped be well received by others. Especially when moody.

life was so much more ..basic now. it used to be all about money, reputation & influence, nowadays it was simpler, much more straight-forward. either you had what you needed or you didn’t. if you didn’t, you had to trade. damien went through half his possessions in the first two weeks, luckily, as after that - money & possession soon became worthless. getting this far from the city hadn’t been cheap when everybody wanted to escape the death that big city population brought with it. 

he’d been struggling with his weight since he spent a good few months on the road with lady danger, but food shortage had definitely cost him several pounds - if not a few too many. cheeks hollow, dark circles around weary eyes. he’d seen the end & fought his way back. something .. drew him back & kept him going, but he couldn’t quite say what it was. 

“great, can’t ever be sure, can you?” damien offered the sweetest grin before flopping down on the seat next to the other. “first day back in camp. it’s not as much fun out there alone.” it really wasn’t. sleep was a no, the dead could be coming at any time & without anybody else around falling asleep in any place that wasn’t safe -- was death. “you’re looking pretty handsome, though. like the world didn’t go to shit. lucky me.”