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Something I want to play around with in my current fic is the fact that Avid is an alchemist. And clearly, since he worked on a cure for rabies, he's a damn good one too.
Which means that Avid knows how to make bombs. And poison. Heck, he could have probably poisoned the vampires animals and killed them if he got close enough.
Like all I can imagine is Avid going Bagshot because he's pissed off for some reason and just taking out a bomb, throwing it at the castle and running away.
DO YOU THINK EITHER OF THEM EVER SAID SOMETHING AND THEY JUST STARE AT EACH OTHER BECAUSE THE KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THE OTHER ONE IS TALKING ABOUT. DO YOU THINK LEGS FELT SLIGHTLY SICK. DO YOU THINK LEGS ALWAYS CHECKED HIS FOOD AFTER THAT.
OH. AND THEY BOTH PROBABLY KNOW THE TASTE OF POISON TOO.
Now I've started wondering if I know enough Latin to pull this off (with the trusty help of google) and how someone who spoke only Latin, with absolutely no knowledge of English, would have learned English in the old days.
Not for any important reason, of course. I just think it could make a funny little story.
Also, I feel the need to atone for whatever it is I've been doing with my recent AO3 uploads.
Venus, I would read the hell out of this if you wrote it. Being able to talk and shmooze his way out of consequences is such a central part of Scott’s character. What happens when you strip that away?
Scott wakes to the smell of blood and woodsmoke. For a long moment, he doesn't move. Six hundred years of sleep sits heavy in his bones, pressing against his ribs like stone. The world feels wrong. Too loud. Too bright.
Voices drift through the forest. Human voices. Scott's eyes snap open. He rises from the grave. Hunger claws at his stomach, ancient and familiar. Yet something else catches his attention first.
The voices.
People.
Civilization.
He follows them.
The village he finds is small, but it is clearly not whole.
Crumbling buildings stand beside newly repaired ones. Some houses are little more than skeletal frames draped in vines, while others show fresh timber and recent handiwork. The roads are uneven, half-swallowed by years of neglect, and lanterns glow in places where people have only recently returned.
It feels less like a town and more like a wound being stitched closed.
Someone is rebuilding this place.
Someone is trying to bring it back to life.
A young man notices him standing at the edge of town.
"Oh! Hey! Are you okay?"
Scott stares. The words mean nothing. Not a single one. The man continues speaking. Faster this time.
Scott blinks. "...Quid?" (What) he asks.
The man stops. "What?"
Scott frowns. "Quid dicis?" (What are you saying?)
The man looks increasingly concerned. A few more villagers gather. They begin asking questions all at once. Scott understands none of it. His confusion slowly turns into horror.
These are humans.
Humans speak Latin.
Humans have always spoken Latin.
Why would they speak anything else?
He points at one of them.
"Loquere recte." (Speak properly)
The villager tilts his head. "What?"
"Latine."
The villager frowns. "...I don't understand."
Scott's brow furrows. "Latine."
The reaction is immediate.
"Wait, that's Latin."
"He's speaking Latin?"
"Seriously?"
Several villagers begin talking over one another.
"Doesn't the doctor know Latin?"
"A little, I think. Where is he?"
"He's out of town."
"Of course..."
His hope immediately dies.
Scott watches them hopefully. They recognized the language. Good. Excellent. Progress. Then the conversation continues in whatever incomprehensible tongue they are speaking.
"LATINE," he repeats more firmly, gesturing between himself and the group.
The villagers exchange apologetic looks.
"Yeah, we know it's Latin."
"None of us actually speak it."
He doesn't know a single word they just said.
Six hundred years.
He sleeps for six hundred years and somehow humanity has forgotten how to speak.
A terrible realization settles over him.
He is ancient. Powerful. One of the oldest vampires alive.
And he is completely incapable of asking where he is.
Oh you know, this could be done in a fun way, where Scott’s dialogue is written in English and then everyone else is written in a faux-gibberish like language that has smatterings of English like words (all the latin route words might make some vague almost sense to him). Sort of a Tolkien-esque approach, where the reader is getting the translated version from Scott’s perspective.
I wish I knew more language stuff, or had the time to research it, cause this would be very fun
Now I've started wondering if I know enough Latin to pull this off (with the trusty help of google) and how someone who spoke only Latin, with absolutely no knowledge of English, would have learned English in the old days.
Not for any important reason, of course. I just think it could make a funny little story.
Also, I feel the need to atone for whatever it is I've been doing with my recent AO3 uploads.
Venus, I would read the hell out of this if you wrote it. Being able to talk and shmooze his way out of consequences is such a central part of Scott’s character. What happens when you strip that away?
Scott wakes to the smell of blood and woodsmoke. For a long moment, he doesn't move. Six hundred years of sleep sits heavy in his bones, pressing against his ribs like stone. The world feels wrong. Too loud. Too bright.
Voices drift through the forest. Human voices. Scott's eyes snap open. He rises from the grave. Hunger claws at his stomach, ancient and familiar. Yet something else catches his attention first.
The voices.
People.
Civilization.
He follows them.
The village he finds is small, but it is clearly not whole.
Crumbling buildings stand beside newly repaired ones. Some houses are little more than skeletal frames draped in vines, while others show fresh timber and recent handiwork. The roads are uneven, half-swallowed by years of neglect, and lanterns glow in places where people have only recently returned.
It feels less like a town and more like a wound being stitched closed.
Someone is rebuilding this place.
Someone is trying to bring it back to life.
A young man notices him standing at the edge of town.
"Oh! Hey! Are you okay?"
Scott stares. The words mean nothing. Not a single one. The man continues speaking. Faster this time.
Scott blinks. "...Quid?" (What) he asks.
The man stops. "What?"
Scott frowns. "Quid dicis?" (What are you saying?)
The man looks increasingly concerned. A few more villagers gather. They begin asking questions all at once. Scott understands none of it. His confusion slowly turns into horror.
These are humans.
Humans speak Latin.
Humans have always spoken Latin.
Why would they speak anything else?
He points at one of them.
"Loquere recte." (Speak properly)
The villager tilts his head. "What?"
"Latine."
The villager frowns. "...I don't understand."
Scott's brow furrows. "Latine."
The reaction is immediate.
"Wait, that's Latin."
"He's speaking Latin?"
"Seriously?"
Several villagers begin talking over one another.
"Doesn't the doctor know Latin?"
"A little, I think. Where is he?"
"He's out of town."
"Of course..."
His hope immediately dies.
Scott watches them hopefully. They recognized the language. Good. Excellent. Progress. Then the conversation continues in whatever incomprehensible tongue they are speaking.
"LATINE," he repeats more firmly, gesturing between himself and the group.
The villagers exchange apologetic looks.
"Yeah, we know it's Latin."
"None of us actually speak it."
He doesn't know a single word they just said.
Six hundred years.
He sleeps for six hundred years and somehow humanity has forgotten how to speak.
A terrible realization settles over him.
He is ancient. Powerful. One of the oldest vampires alive.
And he is completely incapable of asking where he is.
It’s not a Trustbites related fic request, but I really love how you write Abolish, and am wondering if I could request an Abolish training sequence? Thanks!
Please enjoy a training scene with Morcant and teenage Abolish <3
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Abolish focused on keeping his breathing even and steady, even as his feet pounded frantically into the dirt, as he sprinted through the forest. He was sure footed and fast, nimbly moving through the underbrush unbothered by low hanging limbs or twisting roots.
There was no point in trying to outrun a vampire. Even without lunges or the wings of a bat, a vampire will easily outpace even the swiftest humans. Any energy expended in running away would be better used in fighting back instead. But Abolish wasn't running away. He was running towards.
The depths of the woods was not a suitable place to be able to hold his ground effectively. But Abolish had grown up in these woods, and he knew them well. He couldn't outrun the vampire on his trail, but he could lead them to the clearing he knew, where he would have sufficient room to actually fight back.
So he ran, mentally tracing his path. Past the dead oak, turn right before the stone that looks like a fist, follow the deer track until you reach the creek.
The creek was the only problem with his plan. There were two ways over the creek. One involved hopping between mossy stones, close to the water's surface. Possibly the safer option, but it would mean he'd have to double back along the bank to reach the stones. The other option was to jump it.
The deer track lead to a point where the creek had cut through a raised hill, causing a small ravine a few meters deep and nearly as wide. Abolish couldn't hear the vampire behind him, but that didn't mean he was free and clear. He maintained his momentum, pushing air steadily in and out of his lungs, eyes locked on his path. It had been a long time since he had last missed the jump over the creek, but he'd never done it with a vampire chasing him.
He was approaching it faster than expected, and had to chip in an extra stride to get his dominant leg to land in the right place for a clean take off. He had no choice but to commit, and launched himself forward.
He landed cleanly. He swallowed a triumphant laugh, refusing to lose momentum, and kept sprinting towards his destination.
He made it three strides into the clearing before he heard the sound of something breaking through the treeline behind him. He dropped into a forward roll, narrowly avoiding the claws that swung towards his throat. He was back on his feet in a second, balancing on his toes as he pulled his weapon from his belt.
He had no armour, no silver, not even a dagger. All he had was a single stake. The adrenaline from his sprint through the woods had his heart pounding, but he was still breathing perfectly. He faced his attacker, stepping sideways to avoid another swing of claws. The vampire was a little taller than him, so had better reach. But rather than jumping back to get out of range, Abolish surged forwards and ducked under the vampire's next attack. It gave him a clear shot, so he didn't hesitate. He kicked hard at the back of the vampire's left knee and drove his elbow into his ribs to send him sprawling to the floor. He spun, dove forward to pin his opponent down with his knee. With a forceful shout, he adjusted his grip and slammed the blunt end of the stake down onto Morcant's chest.
"Two inches too low," Morcant said.
"Fuck," Abolish snapped.
"Language," Morcant muttered.
"Sorry sir," Abolish huffed. He lifted the stake, repeating the swing of his arm, trying to memorise the correct spot. He got it on the third try, and repeated it once more to lock the motion in. Satisfied, he pushed himself up and reached down to offer Morcant a hand up as well. The vampire didn't need it, but it would be rude of him not to offer. Morcant gave him a small pat on the shoulder once they were both on their feet again.
"That was better," Morcant said, as they began the walk back to Thornvale Manor. "You got me immobilised much faster that time, and you picked a better location to confront me."
"Thank you, sir," Abolish said.
"Though you should have taken the stones to get over the creek," Morcant added. "You would have been dead if you missed that jump."
Abolish couldn't help but frown.
"I was confident I could make the jump," he said, trying not to sound petulant.
"And what is more important than confidence?" Morcant asked, casting him a sideways glance. Abolish chewed the inside of his cheek.
"Certainty," he answered, remembering his lessons. There must have been a tone in his voice, despite his best efforts, because Morcant gave a small sigh, and brought them both to a stop.
"You are skilled, Abolish. Do not doubt that," he said, voice firm and even. "But when it comes to life or death, you must be certain you are doing everything in your power to stay alive. Your skills will mean nothing if injure yourself taking unnecessary risks."
"I understand," Abolish said. Morcant nodded, and they resumed walking.
They walked in silence for a few moments, Abolish thinking on Morcant's words. They were most of the way back to the Manor when Morcant cast him another sideways glance, grinning this time.
"It was a very impressive jump, though," he said, voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. Abolish felt a flush of pride.
"Thank you, sir," he said, in an equally soft voice.
well I'm glad I went through and took screenshots of all the requests in my inbox after tumblr ate sabi's ask, cause it ate another one too. i forgot how deeply broken and unusable tumblr can be some times......
Luckily I have been copying the prompts over into my documents as soon as I get them, but I'll take screenshots as well so no one gets missed even if tumblr keeps eating things in my inbox <3
There's some really fun prompts that have been sent through. I am really enjoying working on these, but I am planning on trying to get some work done on my main fics too. I had most of the next chapter of Complex Journey written but I ended up really not liking the direction I took so it's been moved to the dump pile and I'll be taking another attempt at it.
How about Ragebait? Avid and Pyro teasing/flirting with Abolish? And trying to fluster him
@thisiswasabis your request disappeared from my inbox for some reason but luckily I had it copied into my document.
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"What are you using that for?" Avid asked, eyeing the jar Abolish retrieved from the cabinet sceptically. They were in the process of making a new treatment for his wound, after he and Abolish had sat down for an hour the day before to write out a list of all the things Avid had tried for himself previously. It was a really long list, but Abolish had said it was helpful, so hopefully that meant that he still had some ideas. Though Avid wasn't sure what a jar of sand was going to achieve.
They were in Abolish's office in the manor, a sparsely decorated room that consisted mostly of a large desk, a few bookcases and a long workbench along one side wall. Avid was currently perched on the edge of the work bench, as Pyro had claimed the desk, four books open in front of them as they cross referenced notes. Abolish was moving about the room, gathering ingredients and tools, and slowly laying them out on the bench next to Avid.
"It's volcanic clay," Abolish explained, handing the jar to Avid so they could inspect it. "It's infused with minerals that promote healing. It'll made a good poultice base."
"Hell yeah," Avid muttered flatly, "love to be slathered in mud."
He placed the jar down on the bench. Abolish reached over and slid it a couple inches to the left, so it lined up with the other jars he had set out. Avid waited until Abolish turned back to the cabinet before quietly picking it back up and placing it down out of place again. His eyes flicked up to meet Pyro's and they grinned at each other. Abolish emerged from the cabinet with a fresh roll of bandages.
"Avid," he said, painfully neutral. Avid grinned wider.
"Abolish," he said, holding eye contact. Abolish's eyes narrowed, ever so slightly, and Avid giggled.
"I can just not help you, if you'd prefer," Abolish said.
"As if you could stop yourself," Pyro scoffed from the other side of the room. Avid saw a muscle twitch in Abolish's jaw as he clenched it. He clearly decided the jab wasn't worth a response, and simply stepped forward to place the bandages down and realign the jar. Avid didn't bother waiting, staring right at Abolish as they reached over and, with one finger, slid the jar slightly to the right.
"Really?" Abolish asked, raising an eyebrow. Avid giggled again. The way he had lent over to move the jar had twisted his body close to where Abolish was standing.
"Dunno what you're talking about," they said, tilting their chin up in defiance. There was a tiny beat of stillness, and for a second, he really thought Abolish might crack. He swallowed, and his eyes flicked down to Abolish's lips. The movement seemed to snap the tension, and Abolish turned away with a fond roll of his eyes. Avid let out another little giggle, heart fluttering in his chest. Over Abolish's shoulder, he saw Pyro staring, looking just as affected as he was.
"How do you do that?" Avid bemoaned out loud. Abolish glanced back over, and there was a touch of genuine confusion on his face.
"Do what?" he asked. Avid let out a dramatic sigh.
"Just be… all stoic and shit," he said. "I'm here, flirting my ass off, and you're just— just standing there."
"Oh my god," Pyro whispered, dropping their head into their hands in embarrassment.
Abolish blinked.
"You were flirting?"
Avid opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.
"Oh my god," Pyro repeated. "He didn't know."
"You didn't know?" Avid asked, feeling a little dizzy.
Abolish's brow creased.
"Abolish," Pyro said with a bemused laugh, getting up from the desk to walk over to them. "We've been flirting with you for weeks now."
"Both of you?" Abolish asked, glancing between them. Avid giggled again, reaching out to grab Pyro by the arm.
"Pyro!" he hissed.
"What? You started this conversation!" Pyro snarked back, but he was grinning.
"I… uh—" Abolish attempted, and Avid was shocked to see a touch of colour rising on his cheeks.
"Abolish?" he tried softly, and Abolish's eyes flicked to his face. Avid reached his free hand out towards him.
"Come here," he said, and Abolish took a small step forward. Avid brought his hand up slowly, and gently, heistantly, cupped Abolish's cheek.
"Can I?" Avid asked.
"Yeah," Abolish breathed. Avid didn't hesitate.
Kissing Abolish felt like a revelation. Like suddenly everything in Avid's life actually made sense. By the time he pulled back to catch his breath, his heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in the tips of his fingers. The flush in Abolish's cheeks was even more obvious, but other than that his expression was still beautifully focused, like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Avid giggled frantically, overwhelmed.
"Wow," Pyro whispered, and that just made Avid giggle more.
"You, uh—" Avid attempted through their laughter, "you can say that again."
"Huh," Abolish breathed.
"So…" Pyro said, grinning, "am I gonna get a turn?"
They didn't end up making any progress on Avid's treatment that night. He still felt a hell of a lot better the next day, anyway.
I think what’s really fun about the secret third thing crossfangs dynamic I’ve been writing is that they’re both just dealing with this weird bug that they’ve found
like for Scott, Abolish is this fascinating exotic bug that he keeps poking to see what it's gonna do, and maybe it's got a really nasty looking stinger that is *definitely* gonna hurt if it gets him, that's kinda part of the fun though
and then for Abolish, Scott is an annoying insect that keeps buzzing around him, but he acknowledges that it's an important part of the local ecosystem so he can't do anything about it unless it becomes actively harmful (and maybe he thinks bugs are cool. and maybe he's interested in seeing more of this bug and it's weird existence. but that's irrelevant).
anyway I'm glad people are enjoying the vibe, there's gonna be more because I've already got at least one request for more of it which I am *very* happy about
I also think this is a fun dynamic for abolish and legs because if you have Owen being integrated into the coven and therefore carrying the goldsmith scent, you get a scene of Abolish and Legs both rocking up in town stinking like goldsmith, and Cleo just like “wtf have you two been doing???”
I think what’s really fun about the secret third thing crossfangs dynamic I’ve been writing is that they’re both just dealing with this weird bug that they’ve found
like for Scott, Abolish is this fascinating exotic bug that he keeps poking to see what it's gonna do, and maybe it's got a really nasty looking stinger that is *definitely* gonna hurt if it gets him, that's kinda part of the fun though
and then for Abolish, Scott is an annoying insect that keeps buzzing around him, but he acknowledges that it's an important part of the local ecosystem so he can't do anything about it unless it becomes actively harmful (and maybe he thinks bugs are cool. and maybe he's interested in seeing more of this bug and it's weird existence. but that's irrelevant).
anyway I'm glad people are enjoying the vibe, there's gonna be more because I've already got at least one request for more of it which I am *very* happy about
I also think this is a fun dynamic for abolish and legs because if you have Owen being integrated into the coven and therefore carrying the goldsmith scent, you get a scene of Abolish and Legs both rocking up in town stinking like goldsmith, and Cleo just like “wtf have you two been doing???”
Any crossfangs would be awesome! I love how you write them and their relationship.
Oh boy this one got away from me. Somewhat of a continuation of this scene, with some vampire biology/dynamics once again inspired by the incredible @audioeidolon
cw: morally ambiguous characters, mildly suggestive in a secret third thing kinda way. I dunno what their vibe is here but it... it sure is something.
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The fledglings had finally settled down to rest. Scott left them curled up together in the coffin and slipped out into the night. He had forgotten how ravenous fledglings were. They were burning through their reserves quickly, and while Scott was loathe to leave them alone in the Castle, he had no choice but to go out hunting.
It would be easier if Owen was pulling his weight, but at least he was self-sufficient, and not an active drain on resources. It just meant it was up to Scott to do all the hunting for the fledglings. Which was fine, he was more than capable. But he had gotten used to a certain kind of luxury, with a coven that looked after itself and a town that offered respectful sacrifices. It had been some time since Scott was a sole provider.
Nighttime cloaked him comfortably, as he moved into the forest, flitting into bat form to swoop over the ravine. He didn't plan on venturing far, just deep enough to snatch a few unsuspecting animals, fill the collection of bottles he had brought with him, and return before the fledglings even knew he was gone. But as he landed in the bough of one of the ancient pines and retook his vampiric form to scent the air for prey, he caught the whiff of something else in the woods. Something human.
There was a human near his Castle. That simply wouldn't do.
He wrapped the shadows around himself easily, disappearing from sight, and begun to move towards the offensive scent.
He was beginning to wonder if it was time to make a proper example of one of the humans, if they were going to keep coming so close to his home with nothing to offer in return. He had put up signs and tried to be civil about it, but if they were going to keep ignoring the polite warnings, perhaps it was time for some good old fashioned heads on pikes, or corpses dumped at the gates of town with threatening messages carved into them. A little gauche, for Scott's taste, but needs must.
His plans shifted a little less murderous, though, when he saw exactly which human was lingering near his home and his fledglings.
Abolish emerged from a small rocky outcropping — too small to even call a cave — with a bag hoisted over his shoulder that Scott could tell was full of freshly mined silver.
Scott had been watching the hunter carefully over the last few weeks. There was something fascinating about him, how unaffected he was by it all. Calm and focused, he slipped under the notice of the panicked humans. But Scott had noticed. He had also noticed, after the first few weeks in Oakhurst, that Abolish's scent had changed.
What had once been a clean and neutral odour (deliberately neutral, by Scott's guess), had shifted to something earthier, and more naturally human. But what had caught Scott's attention was the scent that lingered around Abolish's throat. He had only noticed it the rare chances he got to get close to the hunter, so faint he needed to lean in and breathe deep to scent it. But, after their last encounter in the woods, Scott was certain he had not been imagining it. Abolish had a coven scent.
His initial instinct was that Abolish must be an escaped thrall, like the farmer was, but he had none of the haggard desperation to suggest it. An attack dog, then, perhaps? He had known some covens to keep skilled humans close at hand for easy feeding and to be disposable weapons. Scott thought it was far too much work, especially when you could just turn the skilled ones to keep forever, but to each their own.
"Can I help you, Scott?" Abolish asked over his shoulder, continuing down the path towards town. Scott had to admit he was impressed. That was twice now Abolish had been able to sense his presence, even through invisibility. He slipped out of the shadows in easy step next to the hunter.
"You're the one practically at my doorstep," he said. Abolish shrugged.
"I figured y'all wouldn't be wanting this silver anyway," he said, giving a vague gesture to his bag. Scott hummed, and leaned in. The coven scent was almost entirely faded, but Scott had a sharp nose, and his instincts were clearly telling him that the hunter carried the scent of another Elder vampire, one that Scott didn't recognise. He shifted his steps to move into Abolish's path and forced them both to a halt. The hunter twitched an eyebrow at him, but that was the extent of the reaction.
"Who exactly are you, Abolish? I admit, I cannot figure you out," he said, taking another step into Abolish's space. As always, not even Abolish's heart rate gave a reaction. Scott let a low, almost inaudible growl rumble through his chest. The sort of sound he used to chastise the fledglings, or bring Owen to heel. Abolish simply tilted his chin to maintain eye contact. Definitely not a thrall then, any drop of vampiric blood in his would have caused at least some kind of submissive response.
"I told you, Scott," Abolish said, sounding downright bored. "I have a job to do. I just want to do it, and go home."
"And what job is that, exactly?" Scott asked. He took another step forward, slow and deliberate, just to see what Abolish would do. Abolish shifted his weight, taking a half step back, but not in a way that felt like yielding ground. It almost felt like a dance, Scott leading, pressing Abolish backwards as he followed easily, never breaking eye contact.
"It's irrelevant to you," Abolish said.
"And yet it has you poking around my home, while my fledglings are resting," Scott said, letting the threat hang clearly in the slither of air between them.
"Like I said," Abolish replied, "I was just getting the silver. You weren't using it anyway."
"I should kill you just for the fact you're traipsing another coven's scent through my territory." Scott let his growl build and flair into his words, stepping forward again.
Finally, there was a reaction from Abolish. That last step had pushed him back enough that Scott had him all but pressed against the trunk of a tree. He was not pinned, but he would have to be very quick and clever to be able to get away if Scott decided he wanted him to be. But it was not the scent of fear that rose from Abolish in that moment. Instead, he let out what was distinctly a huff of frustration.
"I was hoping that would have worn off by now," he muttered.
"It mostly has," Scott admitted. "The fledglings wouldn't notice it, I doubt Owen would either. But this is my territory. It's bad enough there's humans here, with their heartbeats and sweat-stink, I don't need someone else's pet getting their scent everywhere too."
He let disdain drip off his words. This close, he could see subtle shifts in Abolish's expression, the way his brow furrowed slightly and the edges of his lips tipped down in what could almost be a frown. Scott wasn't sure what reaction he expected. Humans usually got oh so offended when he spoke of them like that, but Abolish seemed mostly unbothered, if a little confused.
"I'm not trying to mess with your territory," Abolish said, and Scott was surprised by the honesty of the statement. "Like I said, I thought the scent would have worn off by now."
"The coven scent of an elder takes a long time to wear off," Scott said. "I'm assuming you were using something to cover it up initially. I should have scented it the moment I saw you."
"Yeah, but I ran out. So you'll just have to put up with it, I guess," Abolish replied with a calm shrug, like they were discussing the weather. Scott kind of wanted to bite him just to see if he would even react to that. Instead, another idea formed in his mind.
"I have a better idea," he said. "Something that won't matter to you, but will make me much more willing to turn a blind eye to you roaming about my territory."
"And what's that?" Abolish asked, but the slight narrowing of his eyes suggested he at least had some clue what Scott was suggesting. Scott smiled sweetly, and let a gentle purr build in his chest. It was such a soft sound, he doubted Abolish's human ears would be able to actually hear it, but they were close enough he would be able to feel the vibration of it.
There, Scott thought, as he saw Abolish twitch, just slightly. It was the subtlest tilt of his chin, a cut off motion as Abolish locked down whatever habit he had been trained into. Scott wondered how long it had taken the Elder who's scent he carried to train the young man to bare his throat at the sound of a purr without the help of vampiric instincts.
"You want your scent on me," Abolish said flatly, in a way that suggested there was a clench to his jaw as he spoke. Scott purred a little louder.
"Your silly human nose can't even smell it, and your Elder will happily cover it back up if somehow make it out of here," he said, grinning. He watched Abolish scan his face carefully, obviously looking for some kind of threat or trick. Scott waited, still purring softly, as the hunter finally came to a decision.
"Fine," he said, and Scott's grin widened. "But if I feel fangs, I will stab you."
"Don't threaten me with a good time," Scott drawled, and Abolish rolled his eyes. Scott waited one more beat, building the sound rumbling through his chest to it's full volume. Slowly, with the same care he seemed to approach every task, Abolish tilted his chin up and to the side, exposing the soft skin of his throat.
Scott could dive in, drive his fangs into the vein and drain the hunter faster than he could react. He might get a stab in, might even do enough damage to actually hurt Scott, but there was no real threat to his life. Not like there was to Abolish's. And yet, there he was, backed up to a tree and giving Scott full access to his neck.
Scott had heard Owen talk of a moment of trust, between him and the doctor. Perhaps this was something similar.
Scott leaned in, and pressed his cheek against the warm skin of Abolish's throat. He nuzzled in, stepping even closer to press his chest firmly against Abolish's, so he could feel every rumble of every purr that rolled through him. The forced proximity had Abolish resting a hand on Scott's hip, simply because there was nowhere else for it. Scott rubbed his cheek along the line of Abolish's neck and up over his chin, feeling the faint scratch of freshly shaven hair. This close, the unfamiliar coven scent was painfully obvious, and Scott's purr shuddered to a growl as he let himself melt into his instincts, desperate to cover it up with his own scent. His hand came up to press his wrist to the other side of Abolish's throat, coating him at every point where the intruder's scent lingered. The hand on Scott's hip flexed, ever so slightly. Out of concern or warning, Scott wasn't sure. He didn't care either way, he wasn't stopping until he was certain Abolish was drenched in his scent, and his alone.
The heat of Abolish's living flesh added another layer to Scott's scent, an undercurrent of something almost herbal beneath the sweet metallic tones of the Goldsmith coven scent. He ghosted his lips across the line of Abolish's jaw, letting his breath dance over his skin. No was no trace left of the unfamiliar coven scent as Scott breathed in deep through his nose. An edge of tension in his chest began to ease. A threat removed. Slowly, with one last nuzzle against Abolish's cheek, he leaned back.
Abolish's expression was a blank mask. But even someone with such brilliant self-control clearly had limits. It was subtle, but Scott could hear how Abolish's heart rate had stepped up, ever so slightly. Still no scent of fear to him, but for the first time, Scott could see Abolish was not entirely unaffected. He grinned down at him.
"There," he whispered, "much better."
"Are you done?" Abolish asked. Whatever emotion that had pushed into his heartbeat was not audible in his voice, as he maintained eye contact with Scott.
"Yes, yes," Scott said with an airy laugh, finally stepping back to allow Abolish to move away from him. "On your way then, Abolish. I look forward to our next meeting."
Abolish gave him a flat look, re-shouldered his bag that had been discarded on the floor, and walked away without another word. Scott watched him leave, comforted by the way his coven scent lingered in his shadow.
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#PLEASE feel free to tag me in anything lol it's fun to see weird vampire dynamics I don't have to write myself
oh thank god, i'm glad its not annoying, i'm having so much fun writing these weirdos
#abolish suffers so much#i love the image of morcant scenting little abolish ;-;
Just imagine little Abolish standing there, trying not to pout, while Morcant wipes a fancy silk handkerchief covered in his scent all over Abolish's face, purring away happily cause now his little weapon ward smells like him <3
I think what’s really fun about the secret third thing crossfangs dynamic I’ve been writing is that they’re both just dealing with this weird bug that they’ve found
like for Scott, Abolish is this fascinating exotic bug that he keeps poking to see what it's gonna do, and maybe it's got a really nasty looking stinger that is *definitely* gonna hurt if it gets him, that's kinda part of the fun though
and then for Abolish, Scott is an annoying insect that keeps buzzing around him, but he acknowledges that it's an important part of the local ecosystem so he can't do anything about it unless it becomes actively harmful (and maybe he thinks bugs are cool. and maybe he's interested in seeing more of this bug and it's weird existence. but that's irrelevant).
anyway I'm glad people are enjoying the vibe, there's gonna be more because I've already got at least one request for more of it which I am *very* happy about
Idk if you are still doing this but could I get Abolish being a menace to Scott <3
Abolish gets a bit of teasing & flirting in, as a treat. Poor Scott can't help that he has a thing for confident, competent & dangerous men.
(I deliberately left it vague so you don't need the context of the fics, but this can definitely be read as CoY!Scott & Abolish, or just them in any sort of post canon established relationship).
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"I thought you said you knew how to fight with a quarter staff?" Abolish commented blandly, as Scott picked himself up out of the dirt. He tried not to pout as he brushed the dirt off his knees and collected the staff off the floor.
"Yeah, a thousand years ago," he muttered. His Sire had liked his fledglings skilled, and had supplemented Scott's already decent skill set from his noble upbringing, adding quarter staff and hand to hand combat to his passable abilities with swords and bows.
Abolish was standing to the other end of the courtyard, watching calmly as Scott gathered himself. He had said he wanted to brush up on some weapons skills, and Scott had volunteered to spar. He wasn't so arrogant as to think he would be able to easily beat Abolish in combat, but he hadn't expected to be knocked onto his ass within a few seconds of their first bout.
"Do you need me to go easy on you, then?" Abolish asked and he sounded so goddamn genuine Scott actually growled at him. Abolish raised an eyebrow back at him.
"I'll take that as a no, then," he said. Scott didn't bother responding, just took his position again near the centre of the courtyard, waiting for Abolish to make the first move.
Scott managed to survive a couple extra beats in their second bout before Abolish landed a solid hit on the back of his knee and sent him to the floor again.
He rolled over onto his back and glared at him. Abolish just stepped back, giving his staff a casual twirl around his body.
"You're doing this deliberately," Scott grumbled.
"Doing what?" Abolish asked, far too innocently.
"Distracting me," he muttered. Abolish was a little too slow turning away from him to fully hide the way a small grin appeared at the corner of his mouth, so Scott knew he was correct.
Abolish had changed out of his usual button down and slacks into a soft linen shirt and loose fitting pants. That had been bad enough — Scott was struggling to drag his eyes away from where the shirt hung open around Abolish's throat — and then Abolish had picked up the staff and Scott should have known he was done for. Abolish wielded the weapon with fluidity and confidence, stepping and twirling like a dancer, in a way that had Scott practically entranced. He never should have agreed to this.
"I have no idea what you mean," Abolish said, the neutrality in his voice finally sounding a little forced. Scott pushed himself back onto his feet with a scoff, stepping up to Abolish again.
He held his ground better in the third round, getting Abolish slightly off balance at one point, but it didn't take long before he was forced backwards, Abolish ducking easily under a swing of his staff and slamming directly into his chest. They both hit the dirt that time, Abolish's weapon pressed flat across Scott's chest as he knelt over him, pinning him to the ground. Scott didn't need to breathe, but still felt like the breath had been knocked out of him.
Abolish's hair was slightly tussled, framing his face prettily has he loomed over Scott. The open collar had shifted, revealing a slither of collarbone and the firm muscles of his neck and shoulder.
"This is deeply unfair," Scott hissed, and Abolish didn't bother hiding his grin that time. "Did you even want to do any training, or was this your plan the whole time?"
Abolish shrugged, and Scott had to resist the urge to growl at him again.
"The training was a bonus. I was mostly testing a theory," Abolish said, still crouched over Scott, knees either side of Scott's hips.
"And what theory is that?" Scott asked, though he kind of didn't want to know the answer.
"That you're easily distracted," Abolish said with another shrug. Scott did growl that time and, with a surge of vampiric strength, pushed his weight up, twisted, and flipped them over. He had the distinct feeling it only worked because Abolish allowed it to.
just to quickly clarify some things for the trustbites vote fic requests:
You can request anything vsmp related, does not have to be trustbites related
if you requested something for the bloodyvoid bribes you can submit another request but I’ll be doing the requests from new people first, just to spread the love around
like I said, I am back on my days on at work so will be a bit slower but keep sending in the requests and I’ll get to them when I can!
