Patrick Bach

I deserve my freedom. I earned it. Ex-Beta || Werewolf || 101 || Wrongly enslaved

[whispersxinxwax]

::Cleanliness is next to Godliness::

[whispersxinxwax]

Sebastien looked from the slave to the man behind her and noticed the collar around his neck, his eyes ran over it before he looked to the girls wound as the claimed slave put the handkerchief to it. The vampire’s eyebrows quirked and he smiled to the other man -”Thank you, I’d of hated to have to pick her up and carry her back to the chateau in Armani. Would you mind?” The vampire gestured to her and smiled -”Sebastien. Have we met?”

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He saw no reason to pick a fight with this vampire, and ripped a strip off her shirt, tying it to keep her from bleeding too badly, and then crouched, lifting her easily over his shoulder, getting to his feet. “I don’t believe so. Patrick Bach.” He nodded in greeting, holding her arm around the back of his neck, keeping her steady on his shoulder, as he assessed Sebastien. He lifted his chin, as he recognised the scent, finally. “I work with Ezra.” 

[whispersxinxwax]

::Cleanliness is next to Godliness::

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-”If you bleed on my suit, I’m going to have to break something. Clean yourself up.” Sebastien handed the handkerchief out with a click of his jaw.

[bittenandbitter-blog]

Patrick caught the slave as they fell back into his arms, and took the handkerchief, pressing it to the wound in her neck, looking up at the vampire. He had a familiar scent, though he couldn’t place it over the smell of the blood that was making his mouth water. He put pressure on the injury, and sighed, though he didn’t say anything, trying to place the scent still.

[aislinghavenhq]

She hadn’t expected him to say that, for some reason it made her typically loud mouth go quiet. She looked at him, a little confused, when he turned her head to touch her, brows coming together to furrow just a little. She chewed on her lower lip and looked down at his mouth, his familiar face, even in his changed state every single part of him was familiar to her. It was odd for her to connect with someone so fast, but she couldn’t help it. “Your pizzas are going to burn. I’m sorry I said they’d suck.”

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He chuckled, softly, and kissed her, before carefully shifting her out of his lap, and going to take the pizzas out of the oven, tipping them carefully onto a plate, bringing them over. “Well, let’s reserve judgement until we’ve tried them.” He said, smiling. “They usually turn out ok, but you never know.” He poked one, and shook his head. “They’re too hot at the moment.” He nuzzled into her hair instead, inhaling her scent again, something he’d never get enough of, now he was back.

[covairebred]

New Eyes || Open

[covairebred]

Cynthia’s brows creased in the middle. “What do you remember?” She didn’t think the guards would do permanent memory damage. “Does your mistress know?”

[bittenandbitter-blog]

“I remember every detail of solitary. Some of it is blurred, but that’s to be expected, the constant darkness... But I don’t even remember being taken from solitary. I have... flashes which I believe may be from that period. And then I come back to myself a mile or so from An- Enyo’s. She knows.” He nodded.

[aislinghavenhq]

The mistress looked at him and sighed quietly, a small sound through her nose. She leaned against him and shook her head. “Don’t change on my behalf.” But she already had an idea, another one that would be a little more time consuming than just tossing a few poorly aimed insults his way.

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He smiled, and nuzzled into her. “Anya, there’s no-one else I’d change for.” He murmured, rubbing at the base of her spine, gently, holding her in close. It was true, there was no-one else he respected and cared for as much as her. “I want you to be happy.” He turned her face towards him, gently stroking her cheek. “There’s nothing I want more.” It was one of the few urges he actually had.

[aislinghavenhq]

Enyo let herself get pulled up into his arms, whining out a little grouchy sound until she was re-situated and comfortable in his lap. Despite their differences in status, he dwarfed her. It wasn’t necessarily hard to do in a physical sense, but to make her feel dwarfed was damn near impossible, and yet somehow he managed to do it. She looked up at him and accepted the kiss, holding onto it for an additional moment before sighing quietly. "We’ll fix it. I’ll figure out a way.”

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry.” He said, again. “I know it’s... different. Difficult. I hope it’s just a survival strategy, but...” He shook his head, and kissed her forehead. “It makes it easier for me to... Play the part. I know I don’t have to with you, but outside of here.” He stroked her back, gently. “That’s besides the point.” He shook his head. “I’ll try and fix it.”

[thexwolfsxinxyourxbed]

Merry Fucking Christmas

[thexwolfsxinxyourxbed]

Valerie listened quietly, before nodding as if his words had answered her question. She’d felt the rage build before, and she’d felt the exact opposite, but her issue had never been relevance. It had been connection, and pain. Well, pain had always helped that. She’d suggest it to Patrick but she doubted Enyo would be happy with Valerie butting in, so she shrugged. “You’re not a sociopath. So.” She turned, glancing at him. “It’ll go away, I guess.” It was an attempt at comfort. Though she doubted he needed or wanted it, or anything from her. When he commented on her being Enyo’s friend, she gave a derisive little snort. Leaning back to tip her head against the bench, gaze flicking up to the sky. “Do I look the type to have friends?” She stated softly. “We fight, we drink, we fuck. But I always manage to piss her off. It’s a talent. I manage to piss off a lot of people.” She stated with a shrug. It wasn’t a matter of self pity, she wasn’t sorry about it. It was just.. a fact. 

“What did you expect, Beastie? For me, big bad wolf that I am, to attack again? Force myself in your general direction? I don’t go where I’m not wanted.” She said, that, those words, a flicker of some sort of emotion seemed to dance past her expression. “She said some shit, so I retaliated. She commented on Beau..” The emotion there was stronger. Distinctly painful. “So I retaliated. She mocked my lack of control. So I took hers away. Then you came around, wanted me to leave. So I left. I got what I wanted anyway.” Regardless of whether it painted her as the bitch, it also painted her as having some semblance of control over her reaction to everything. It was a lie, though a good one. She hadn’t gotten a goddamned thing she wanted.

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He nodded. “I certainly hope so.” He shrugged. “Well. I did. Now I’m not so sure. Perhaps it’s easier staying this way.” He wasn’t sure which was better, being himself, but angry at the world, or being in this state, and being unable to be angry. He glanced at her as she denied being friends with anyone. “Well, I suppose you can either try and be better at people, or accept the fact that you aren’t going to have many connections in the world.” He pondered this. He wasn’t sure what he’d do in her situation. 

He let the silence fall between them, looking at her. “Strange, how you don’t seem happy about it.” He said, softly. “If it was what you wanted. And yet here you are on a bench, looking miserable.” He shrugged. “I’m sorry if she hurt you. She was upset that you took Castalia from her. I believe she’d grown attached to her.” It was hard. He was sure there was truth on both sides, but he had no idea who’d cast the first stone, and he doubted that he would. “I don’t know Beau, but I’m sure she didn’t mean to truly hurt you.” He shrugged. 

[thexwolfsxinxyourxbed]

Merry Fucking Christmas

[bittenandbitter-blog]

“Still altered.” He said, shrugging. He wasn’t himself, that was for sure. Still, he hadn’t found his answers. He would, that much he was sure of, but he just didn’t know where, or how. “Still, I can’t complain.” He shrugged. “May I?” He gestured to the bench next to her, following her gaze as he turned slightly, and sat next to her, giving her ample time to protest his company. He let the silence sit between them, content to watch for now, not wanting to push her.

[thexwolfsxinxyourxbed]

Her head tilted at his words. she knew.. vaguely.. about what he was talking about. She’d seen the way he’d been acting. She couldn’t exactly say she’d been there, but she’d experienced something similar. Her head turned and as he sat, she paused only to shimmy down the bench, one leg crossing over the other. “Is it nothing? Or is it building?” Valerie reached out, palm splayed, pressing her fingertips just beneath his clavicle. “Mine builds. Right there. It builds and builds.” It wasn’t much, but it was more than she’d ever willingly divulged to him before. After a few seconds, she lowered her palm, tugging a cigarette out and lighting it. “Wasn’t going to stab her or anything.” She stated softly, giving a slow exhale.

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He looked down as she touched him, not reacting, apart from to look up at her again. "It's... As if there is a missing link between my emotions, and my actions. I am still angry." He put his hand over hers on his chest. "Inside. It just doesn't... Seem to be relevant." He let her pull her hand away, and fished his own pack out, lighting up. "I know. I thought you two were friends." He said, looking at her. "I have her side of the story, but... You backed down very quickly."

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He glanced over at her, again. “Can’t be worse than yours.” He smiled, shaking his head. “We can always order takeaway, if it really is awful, but I live in hope.” He opened the oven, putting them in, and set a timer, before going over to sit next to her. “What are you trying to do, Anya?” He asked, concerned, brushing her hair back from her face, tilting his head as he looked down at her. “Trying to elicit some kind of emotional response by goading me?” It made sense. “Believe me, I’ve thought of the worst things anyone ever said, or could say, to me. Thought of the worst things I’ve done. My mind just rationalises it away.” He shook his head.

[aislinghavenhq]

When he sat down beside her, she looked up at him from her position on the couch, hair splayed out underneath her. Her lips were pursed in a loose pout and she looked at him through pale lashes. “I like you either way,” she conceded softly, looking away from him after a second. “I’m just… worried for you. "Your anger made you hungry.”

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He inhaled, feeling his chest clench. There was something, at least. He leaned over, and pulled her upright and into his lap, to rest against his shoulder. "I'm sorry." He said, quietly. "I'm still angry. I just... Don't feel it. I know it's there. I just... It doesn't affect me." He sighed. "My brain is malfunctioning. This, combined with the amnesia... It's certainly... Wrong. I'm just not sure how to fix it, or how it happened in the first place. Solitary confinement had something to do with it, certainly." He shook his head, and then ducked to kiss her. "I'll fix it." He could fix anything, right?

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He paused in chopping bacon into strips, for a moment, perfectly still. That should make him angry.

…nothing.

He continued chopping. “Well, with me missing, presumed dead, you had nothing to lose. You were clearly attracted to him, and I imagine it was part of your grief. Second stage, anger. Lashing out at your memory of me, perhaps.” He arranged the strips over the bread, and then looked at her. “Don’t feel bad.” He smiled at her, and turned the oven on, sticking them on a tray, adding the leftover cheese. “I assume he didn’t hurt you. Or is that where he’s vanished to? I haven’t smelled him around since I returned.”

[aislinghavenhq]

She waited, listening, and still there was nothing. Not even the hint of a pang of sadness or fury or even slight confusion. He was going over the stages of grief, which was a good sign, but still nothing. Her scowl deepened and she lay down on the couch, body hidden from him. What else could she say? There was nothing she could hurt him with that wasn’t inhumane. She could mention his mother, but that was over stepping. She’d slay the first person who insulted her family. Coming up with nothing, she rolled onto her side and with a huffed wince, she said, “I bet your cooking sucks.” It was a pouty, half assed insult, said like a petulant child.

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He glanced over at her, again. "Can't be worse than yours." He smiled, shaking his head. "We can always order takeaway, if it really is awful, but I live in hope." He opened the oven, putting them in, and set a timer, before going over to sit next to her. "What are you trying to do, Anya?" He asked, concerned, brushing her hair back from her face, tilting his head as he looked down at her. "Trying to elicit some kind of emotional response by goading me?" It made sense. "Believe me, I've thought of the worst things anyone ever said, or could say, to me. Thought of the worst things I've done. My mind just rationalises it away." He shook his head.

[thexwolfsxinxyourxbed]

Merry Fucking Christmas

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He scented her long before she scented him, and went towards her. Perhaps unwise, but Anya and Valerie had been friends, and he didn’t want them to have fallen out. He supposed really there was nothing he could do, but he’d had Anya’s side of the story, and it didn’t add up. “Valerie.” He said, softly. “How are you?” He fully expected a biting answer, and stayed just out of reach, just in case.

[thexwolfsxinxyourxbed]

The little wolf slowly turned her head as Patrick approached her, spoke to her. Seagreen eyes lifted silently and her head tilted up at him at his question. It was almost like she had to think about it before she gave a little shrug. “Good morning, Beastie.” She stated simply, before she turned her gaze back to the people around her. Her hand fished in her jean pockets for her cigarettes. “Been better. Been worse. You?” It was strangely, decidedly mild of her.

[bittenandbitter-blog]

"Still altered." He said, shrugging. He wasn't himself, that was for sure. Still, he hadn't found his answers. He would, that much he was sure of, but he just didn't know where, or how. "Still, I can't complain." He shrugged. "May I?" He gestured to the bench next to her, following her gaze as he turned slightly, and sat next to her, giving her ample time to protest his company. He let the silence sit between them, content to watch for now, not wanting to push her.

[bittenandbitter-blog]

“I’m very proud of you.” He deadpanned, glancing over his shoulder at her, before going to riffle through the cupboards. The ingredients she had were somewhat random, but he managed to find enough to make ciabatta pizzas, and he got them together quickly and efficiently, not humming as he might once have done. “Well, if you throw it, please aim at my mouth.” He popped some cheese into his mouth, arranging it on the bread covered in tomato sauce. “She backed off quickly.” He said, quietly, running through the fight in his head, shifting angles, analysing posture.

[aislinghavenhq]

Her temper was still in high gear, her mind still rolling around somewhere up there. She heard his voice fall flat and felt a stab of something flow through her, she just wasn’t sure what. From the couch, she shot the one thing she could say that she thought might make him angry enough to snap back at her. “I slept with Mason while you were gone.” She waited, quietly, hoping for some reaction. Anything.

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He paused in chopping bacon into strips, for a moment, perfectly still. That should make him angry.

...nothing.

He continued chopping. "Well, with me missing, presumed dead, you had nothing to lose. You were clearly attracted to him, and I imagine it was part of your grief. Second stage, anger. Lashing out at your memory of me, perhaps." He arranged the strips over the bread, and then looked at her. "Don't feel bad." He smiled at her, and turned the oven on, sticking them on a tray, adding the leftover cheese. "I assume he didn't hurt you. Or is that where he's vanished to? I haven't smelled him around since I returned."

[thexwolfsxinxyourxbed]

Merry Fucking Christmas

bittenandbitter

She was sitting absently in the park, taking a long drink from her flask as she leaned back against the bench. Valerie seemed.. occupied. A little distracted as her gaze followed along each person passing her. Sharpening occasionally, as if she were looking for something, or someone. She barely noticed when Patrick had stepped into her proximity, his scent warning her more than anything, and her head tilted sharply. Not quite looking at him, but acknowledging his presence.

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He scented her long before she scented him, and went towards her. Perhaps unwise, but Anya and Valerie had been friends, and he didn't want them to have fallen out. He supposed really there was nothing he could do, but he'd had Anya's side of the story, and it didn't add up. "Valerie." He said, softly. "How are you?" He fully expected a biting answer, and stayed just out of reach, just in case.

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He chuckled, as he followed her, pressing a kiss to her hair before following her down the stairs. “I wouldn’t have you any other way. Now, if I make you some food, do you promise not to throw it at me?” He teased, gently, though he was more reserved than usual, the joke and the humour there, but somehow just slightly disjointed. “Do you have any food in the house?”

[aislinghavenhq]

Her brows furrowed at his quiet laugh, the halfhearted tease. She wondered what it would take to get him back, what level she would have to stoop to in order to make him angry enough that he kicked back into his usual mindset. Still, she was just glad to have him. “I went shopping. There’s a little bit of everything in there,” she said as she made her way to her sofa and sat herself gingerly on it. “And I’m not making any promises,” she teased back.

[bittenandbitter-blog]

"I'm very proud of you." He deadpanned, glancing over his shoulder at her, before going to riffle through the cupboards. The ingredients she had were somewhat random, but he managed to find enough to make ciabatta pizzas, and he got them together quickly and efficiently, not humming as he might once have done. "Well, if you throw it, please aim at my mouth." He popped some cheese into his mouth, arranging it on the bread covered in tomato sauce. "She backed off quickly." He said, quietly, running through the fight in his head, shifting angles, analysing posture.

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[covairebred]

New Eyes || Open

[bittenandbitter-blog]

“Guard Kennedy.” He said, quietly. “I asked him about what happened that weekend. It was clearly a touchy subject, and things got heated. I attacked him in response to rough treatment, and he put me in solitary. A-Enyo paid to release me.” He smiled. “I am working at the mechanics in the city. If I still have my job. It was made very clear to me that poor performance would not go unpunished, but I hope it will be excused as my absence was not, on the whole, voluntary.” 

[covairebred]

Cynthia knew better than to approach guard Kennedy when he was in certain moods. It was common knowledge around the Chateau. “She is a good mistress.” She nodded. “I am sure they will understand. It is really up to teh guards if they allow you to work or not.”

[bittenandbitter-blog]

He nodded, though Enyo was his mistress only in name, only to keep him out of the Chateau. She was something else to him, if only he could find the emotion to free the word from his mind, find the context he needed to find it in the first place. He knew she was his, though. "The guards..." He sighed. "They took me somewhere. I need to find out where." He frowned, slightly. "I remember solitary... And then I remember... Nothing until her doorstep. The files are missing."