Call me Master

ʍy name is Cinaed ʍacʍhaolain, if you have an appointment, check in with my secretary first, but if you're looking for something else...? Well, you better remember your manners and call me 'Sɪʀ'. Vampire Original Character, Based out of the Vampire Chronicles fandom Some AU content and canons. FC: David Gandy NSFW Content: Blood/Death/Sex/BDSM/Slaver Trade Mun&Muse of Age

[benjaminthedevil]

Hiatus Notice

So, I think it’s time to admit that this is official. I’ve been fighting really hard against writer’s block for a while now, between the stress induced block from just real life bullshit going down and regular old writer’s block I’m just…entirely useless. I’ve been rolling around between wanting to be here writing and having absolutely no inspiration, and it’s just time to admit that I need a bit of a break. I’m going to be putting this account and a couple of my other’s on hold for a little while, and in the mean time I’m going to try giving a couple of my lesser used/known muses more attention and see if I can’t shake these blocks free. With luck, I’ll be back in writing shape in a few weeks. If ya’ll want to find me at one of my smaller blogs, just send me an ask and I’ll give you the urls, if not I’ll hopefully be back in shape soon and ready to get back to this blog! <33

[bossybastard]

herafaine replied to your post:herafaine: bossybastard: herafaine: "I feel...

"Oh, comeonnnn! Don’t spoil the fun, Banker." *poofs into a bat and screeches uselessly just to hear her own voice*

*catches her under a glass and weighs it down with a brick* That noise...is unnecessary. 

[brain-drops-soul-winks]

This woman has the best job in the world.

[bossybastard]

((lol...that look, like he actually has to pause and ask "Are...are you actually putting dirt ON me...? I'm trying to have a conversation." )) 

[herafaine-blog]

"I feel like there’s a metaphor looming unspoken here. Something about Cinaed and a tight fit. Can’t quite put my finger on it…"

[bossybastard]

"It’s not such a tight fit any longer" *insert devil’s smirk* 

[herafaine-blog]

*crouches down to get a better look*

"I dunno, Chief. Looks like wabbit season’s still in ‘an ya better keep at it with that musket of yours, if for no other reason than because some of us are enjoying the show."

*busts out her fancy theatre specs, pulls ger hair up into a twist and springs into her favorite box for the next act*

[bossybastard]

"Well, if it's going to be any kind of a fit, it's best to be a tighter one. Besides, there's only so much I can do when the frame work is small." He chuckled and reached to snatch the glasses right off her face. "But I'm sure you know, 'wabbit's are shy. They don't enjoy being...watched. I'd thank you not to frighten my catch away." 

[gandymania]

[herafaine-blog]

"I feel like there’s a metaphor looming unspoken here. Something about Cinaed and a tight fit. Can’t quite put my finger on it…"

[bossybastard]

"It's not such a tight fit any longer" *insert devil's smirk* 

[bossybastard]

Filth in Barcelona || Cinaed/Danny boy

[bossybastard]

There was a low dangerous growl that seemed to emanate from Cinaed following the insult, but the elder didn’t move to stop him. On the contrary, he simply sat back to watch his struggle at the window for a long moment before deciding to same some pity on his fool head.

"We’re on the top floor lad. The window’s don’t open. Regulations to cut down on suicide attempts. Though clearly the attempt is a moot point with you. Go on then, lad, try speaking to me like that one more time and we’ll see just how alive you’ll be after I leave ye a crumpled mass on the floor." 

He wouldn’t allow his point to be ignored, this brat was already testing his patience to their breaking point. He was fast, impossibly so and he crossed the distance before the younger immortal would be able to realize. The whole of Cinaed’s massive hand clamped onto the back of Daniel’s head and he hurled him back to the open space of the room.  "You will act like a civilized man with manors, or I will send you back to Armand in pieces. Now…SIT DOWN!” His voice bellowed through the whole of the suite, making the walls shiver and he made one firm gesture toward the couch again. 

[dannymolloy]

The window did not budge. And even though I could break it easily, I would not know how to get away. I had not managed the Cloud Gift yet and who knew how many bones I would break if I would jump. It crossed my mind for a moment, wondering if I could endure the pain, but then I remembered the stories of those vampires breaking their neck and lying defenseless in the open, ready to be burned to cinders by the rising sun. Not a prospect I preferred. I did not want to die.

I hardly had time to turn around. Before I knew it, I felt his hand clamp around the base of my skull and hurl me back to where I was before. For a second the room was a blur and I crashed hard into the hardwood floor. But I knew better than to turn my back on this one again, so I struggled as straight as possible  and as quickly as possible- my back to the base of the couch. When he bellowed at me, I could only glare. He meant it. I could see it in his eyes and his volume was more proof of this disturbing fact.

Now I knew his speed, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get away, and for the first time tonight, I really started fearing for my life. For a moment I lost control over my mind again and I started shaking my head like an autistic person, a call for help going out again for anyone who could hear. I needed Armand. He saved me before. He could save me again. Right…?

[bossybastard]

Cinaed wasn't deaf enough to be oblivious to the call the lad was putting out, but he wasn't inclined to care, he certainly didn't want to keep the brat forever. It would a welcome change if someone were to come retrieve him. 

"Lad. Ye have a lesson te learn tonight." He growled, picking him up by the collar of his shirt now and hoisting him up so that his feet hung barely an inch from the ground. "My evening began with endless complaints about yer bad behavior. Ye leave messes where ever ye go, you put every immortal in this city at risk fer yer carelessness. Until your savior arrives?...Yer mine." He growled the last of it, inches from his face. 

He carried Daniel now to the back of his suit, first through what seemed to be the master bedroom and then to a bookcase which moved after a code was entered into a security pad on the wall. The room beyond it wasn't like the rest of the space. There were no windows here, it was a pristinely clean room with smooth floors and walls and a drain at the center of the floor for easy cleanup. There were various structures lining the walls, different kinds of racks and bars, harnesses. 

Cinaed, however moved to a line of coarse ropes that were hung up on the walls. "Are ye going to give me trouble lad?" He growled with a devilish smirk, one hand still gripping him as it pulled the rope down from the wall. If he needed to he could always pin him, this room would be Daniel's prison tonight, and by the time he left it-he will have learned a very hard lesson: Don't fuck with Cinaed.

[bossybastard]

"I manage to run it by not being fool enough to lose the trust of my clients. It represents all that is my kingdom, and I assure you, I run it as a King." He smirked and shook his head. "My business runs by holding immortal accounts, moving them around to fool any mortal authority. We hide whole vaults of valuables in vague geographical locations, we trade in stocks in a steady, safe pattern of growth, but we also offer other services immortals are often in need of. Services like travel and legal mortal documents that allow them to continue living undetected in the mortal world. There are…of course other benefits to being held as a client of mine, but those are far more quietly held secrets." he smirked with a small nod. 

[everlastingporcelain]

She listened to his words, considering each, trying to imagine it. For her it was a good idea, something that perhaps every vampire has thought after three centuries, but at the same time she found herself unwilling to trust her fortune to anyone else. “What type of benefits?”She muttered, her question being mere curiosity, for her body motions still indicated certain distrust, and she distrusted him for the simple reason of being a living creature, as a natural instinct. 

[bossybastard]

He smiled faintly and shrugged dismissively, "I see to my client's needs. If they need to track down a rare and difficult antiquity, I have staff for that. I also hold stock and trade in substances that would be of use to immortals not just like you and I, but others. I've had a long time to prefect the details of my business, I've been met with many problems that have found solutions at my hands and my business has grown because of it." He considered her for a moment with a soft smile, seeing the distrust in her stance. "And tell me, what is it about your mortal bank that you're more keen to trust? Is it that you have to constantly monitor it ever century? Possibly move it, change the name on the account, or just hope that the various employees working there, who have their greedy little hands all over it, won't notice that your account has remained unchanged for as long as it has?" He smiled and shook his head a little. There was a reason his business was doing well, mortal men weren't none for their honesty and integrity. 

[romaninred]

Do you mind? [Cinaed]

[bossybastard]

"Is that what you think? That I’m some how dazzled by her supposed innocence? What was I to judge then, hm? Don’t be so foolish and high browed Roman, you’re not the only intelligent thing on the planet. I know you spend quite a lot of time housed in that library of your’s so I’m sure you forget that fact all too often. Is this one really your’s to claim though? She seemed rather cross with you, perhaps you should mend that old wound before attempting to claim it’s no longer there?" His brow raised in a dark, amused taunt. 

[romaninred]

He resisted the urge to respond; he didn’t think himself to be the only intelligent thing. “Bianca and I are not for you to understand. Nor do I have to explain myself to you. Or shall I ask after your Djinn?” His eyes hardened, any hint of amusement lost with Cinaed’s jab. 

They all made mistakes in their years; his lost him Bianca, for centuries. Cinaed knew a deeper pain, and needed to be reminded- it seemed - that he was not above mistakes. “I’ll not take criticism from one who has lost more than I’ve ever bothered claiming to his own reckless nature.” He said bluntly. He was in no place to be toyed with. 

[bossybastard]

He gave him an unimpressed look. “Well, as they say, that escalated quickly. Is that our game now, Marius? I speak to your pretty swan and make jest that you’re incapable of finding fondness in something that’s anything less then being more then a pretty face and you bring up that? I caution your words, old friend, or I might find need to remind you of what you’ve lost to a bond fire. My axes are far too sharp, far too close at hand, and you are far too old to be able to killed by them-what is there that would stay my hand?” He shook his head.

[romaninred]

Marius’ expression stilled for a moment. “The game should not be to tease after old wounds, friend. Strike not at a man when he moves in protection’s interest; I may have no right to call her close to me at this hour, but she is still one whom I would see safe. She is far more than a pretty face, that we can agree on.” He lifted a hand. “You find yourself at an upper hand, I’ll say no more.” He could do no more than defend her from the shadows just now; He couldn’t help a faint smirk at the mention of an axe, shaking his head. 

"Why must it be always you, streaming across some field to behead me? I’ve no defenses - a scholar should do nothing but run from such a thing, if only to avoid having to look directly into what hides beneath your kilt." 

[bossybastard]

"And who's to say I would have raised a hand to her?" He asked, an expression of playful offense suddenly taking him over, "Don't be so soon to jump at shadows old man, you'll make my job of tormenting you far too easy." He laughed though, openly and deeply, especially at his final words. 

"At least ye would die knowing the reason for a man's pride! If ye donnae want the view, scholar, don't stand down hill on a battlefield from me!" He smirked and shook his head. "I've seen those statues you Romans are so fond of. Poor man, tell me you're not so sadly equip?" 

[herafaine-blog]

"Every fucker I cross paths with wants to rule; every sad, hopeless fucker but me. See, I don’t wanna rule shit. I jus’wanna run free without the pesky little matter of caring. And you can stop me…" Hera eyed the Scot sceptically, pausing for another lazy drag from her cigarette…

[herafaine-blog]

http://bossybastard.tumblr.com/post/94482511080/herafaine-every-fucker-i-cross-paths-with            

Hera had the tendency to pick up conversations midstream of consciousness, her consciousness, that was. There were rarely introductions or explanations. One had to treat the whole thing like a childhood game of skipping rope and jump in wherever he saw an opening in the rhythm. Cinaed seemed pretty quick on the uptake and had a way with the particular breed of beast before him.

She huffed a lengthy stream of malevolence, letting his calm thin some of the fire rolling off her in a throbbing pulse. How did he never blow his top? It could be as exasperating as it was helpful. He was always cool, even when he wasn’t. The guy was control. Kind of the Yang to her Yin or however that crap worked. She didn’t really spend a lot of time pondering the intricacies of her interpersonal and business relationships.  Hera leaned, no, she tilted full force in the direction of action and would choose it over deep thought every time.

Case in point, her object. 

"Approval?  You're pretty, honey, but I'm sure a boy like you's got a pet for that shit."  She sucked a final, deep drag and looked around for someplace to out the skinny cigarette as she went on.  "Not that I don't have a little room in my schedule for a solid game of 'Daddy's kitten,' but maybe that's why I'm here." 

"I've got a uh, an issue with a lover; a lover's lover actually," her narrowing eyes shown like pale green jewels somehow more alive despite the shade of lashes.  "Okay, he's not a lover, he's the lover.  I do what I do on my own time, but I'm his and he's mine.  I don't give a fuck who he rides, but I'm number one.  I'm always number one, you gettin' me?" 

She sat on the corner of Cinaed's desk, just a tad bit of cheek leaning on a couple square inches, and crossed one stem over the other, which was outstretched.  "Now, there's a little issue of a dry, homely doll he's got himself worked up over; a bit of an obsession, if you ask me.  It's her blood.  She shares his blood.  Her father stole it and for some reason it matters to him though who cares why?  The point is that I'm splitting my pie with too many as it is.  I'm not about to hand my position over to a glutton because Papi's deluded himself into thinking a little blood sack might make a nice queen.  See, right now she's nifty play thing and that's all fine and good, but he's fixated and that doesn't work for me."

"I want her gone but he's... that's not an option right now.  But there's more than one way to skin a cat.  I can't touch her body, but he didn't say shit about unraveling her head."

The woman's tiny voice lowered along with her chin so that she was looking up at MacMhaolain darkly beneath a fringe of lacy black lashes and growling from deep in her throat.  "I want every living thing she has ever loved; every relation, distant or close, every friend, every lover; I wanna know who she dog sat for in the sixth grade.  And when I find them I am going to slaughter each of them, one by one, until she understands that it's me.  It will always be me.  And it would be better to be dead than to try'n take my place."

The pixie-looking vamp's tenor returned abruptly to its breezy, conversational attitude, "I want you to find them.  You've got the resources; you deal in flesh.  Find them all.  Track them down however you can and in return I will be at your call for those times when you require the subtlety of a woman's touch to handle those unfortunates with whom you no longer wish to associate."  Her manicure became interesting for a handful of seconds then looked up, her eyes alone sliding to meet his.  "A man of certain power doesn't get to stay at the top without a few thorns he wouldn't mind seeing removed discreetly."

[bossybastard]

It was becoming abundantly clear that he wasn't about to get any work done with this hissing little mink sitting in his office. No, she was quite determined to demand all of his attention. On a more urgently busy day he might have just picked her up by the scruff of her neck and tossed her out like a misbehaved pup, but for all her distraction she was at least amusing.  The files closed on his desk now, he stood to return them to the safety of their cabinets while he listened to her continued thought.

"I do have a pet for that." He agreed with a pointed smirk in her direction as he offered a clear glass ash tray for her cigarette to be stamped out in when he saw her looking for one. The last thing he needed was her carelessly burning his handsome desktop. "No game of kitten today though, lass. 'Daddy' has a rabbit now, and they take quite enough of my energy as it is." He was fairly confident that she wasn't familiar with how much work was involved to break in a new pet, from scratch. He was lucky to get his 'rabbit' to eat once a day, twice was a cause for celebration. That's what he got for choosing a reclusive one though, he supposed. 

He let her continue her point though, listening and nodding vaguely as he absorbed only the more relevant points of her issue. Jealousy and a possessive nature. How did he not see that coming from all he'd already seen of this woman? He smirked a little with a chuckle and a shake of his head. 

"You do realize that this is a bank, right lass? I don't run a detective agency. In most cases you'd be chucked out the door for even asking...you're lucky that you're preceptive enough to understand how I conduct my darker matters of business." He smirked slightly and took his seat again, his hand brushing over the span of his face absently in thought while his sharp blue eyes considered her for a silent moment from top to bottom. 

"I'll need a demonstration of your skill before I go investing that kind of time into your little game." He lifted two fingers to her with a pointed look. "Two jobs. One, a search and destroy, the other a live retrieval. If you succeed to my standard of satisfaction, you'll not just have the name and address of who she dog sat for, you'll have the name of the dog." His smirk was devilish now. How could he say no to such a sad little, jealous kitten like this one? If there was one thing he was familiar with, it was taking claim of a lover and marking that territory.

[bossybastard]

//it's fuckin' bed time

//night night <3 more posts tomorrow >^.^<

[romaninred]

Do you mind? [Cinaed]

[bossybastard]

"Is that what you think? That I’m some how dazzled by her supposed innocence? What was I to judge then, hm? Don’t be so foolish and high browed Roman, you’re not the only intelligent thing on the planet. I know you spend quite a lot of time housed in that library of your’s so I’m sure you forget that fact all too often. Is this one really your’s to claim though? She seemed rather cross with you, perhaps you should mend that old wound before attempting to claim it’s no longer there?" His brow raised in a dark, amused taunt. 

[romaninred]

He resisted the urge to respond; he didn’t think himself to be the only intelligent thing. “Bianca and I are not for you to understand. Nor do I have to explain myself to you. Or shall I ask after your Djinn?” His eyes hardened, any hint of amusement lost with Cinaed’s jab. 

They all made mistakes in their years; his lost him Bianca, for centuries. Cinaed knew a deeper pain, and needed to be reminded- it seemed - that he was not above mistakes. “I’ll not take criticism from one who has lost more than I’ve ever bothered claiming to his own reckless nature.” He said bluntly. He was in no place to be toyed with. 

[bossybastard]

He gave him an unimpressed look. "Well, as they say, that escalated quickly. Is that our game now, Marius? I speak to your pretty swan and make jest that you're incapable of finding fondness in something that's anything less then being more then a pretty face and you bring up that? I caution your words, old friend, or I might find need to remind you of what you've lost to a bond fire. My axes are far too sharp, far too close at hand, and you are far too old to be able to killed by them-what is there that would stay my hand?" He shook his head.

[bossybastard]

YOUR ANUS IS BLEEDING

Marius: Your anus is far bigger than mine, you've got far more to be 'butthurt' over

Cinaed: Is that really your argument? I think you're just a tight ass - perhaps someone should help you stretch

[bossybastard]

  He laughed, “Do you still belief in the falsehood of myths and legends? How strange for you. No, the only people who believe my business to be a legend are mortals who are easily fooled. It is as real as anything else, I should know, I’ve run it for centuries. I can’t imagine the hassle you must go through making business with simple minded mortals. Holding an account for more then a hundred years simply baffles them.” 

[everlastingporcelain]

"Well when you’re the monster of the story… it changes, you don’t only believe in the stories, but want to make them true sometimes."Bianca commented taking her gaze away from him. "Any mortal can be easily fooled, and want it or not…. it is entertaining to play with them from time to time." Bianca continued as she tried to imagine how he’d manage to hold such a business. "I am afraid that I have to keep an eye on my mortals, trust them to a point…However, why would I trust another immortal? As long as I know, we seem to fall in distrust so easily. How can you manage to run it, hm?"

[bossybastard]

"I manage to run it by not being fool enough to lose the trust of my clients. It represents all that is my kingdom, and I assure you, I run it as a King." He smirked and shook his head. "My business runs by holding immortal accounts, moving them around to fool any mortal authority. We hide whole vaults of valuables in vague geographical locations, we trade in stocks in a steady, safe pattern of growth, but we also offer other services immortals are often in need of. Services like travel and legal mortal documents that allow them to continue living undetected in the mortal world. There are...of course other benefits to being held as a client of mine, but those are far more quietly held secrets." he smirked with a small nod. 

[romaninred]

Do you mind? [Cinaed]

"A thorn to me, I do not mind, by I really can not abide your terrorizing my children. I understand their appeal, but you won’t find purchase in their minds." 

[bossybastard]

"It wouldn’t be their minds that I’d purchase, Roman. I believe that’s your game. And just who said I was terrorizing them? You’re blonde swan seems quiet content to hold a conversation with me thus far. I think you’re jealousy is turning you quite the shade of green, my red robed friend.” 

[romaninred]

His eyes narrowed faintly. “Heathen.” He retorted, the sound of friend on Cinaed’s tongue raising his guard. 

"What, pray tell, would I have to be jealous of, exactly? She is mine, blood and soul; and you - another course, ill-mannered scoundrel, the sort which she used to poison to an early grave in her mortal years, all the while dazzling them with pearls and small talk…" He chuckled quietly, shaking his head. "Her innocence should not fool you, yet it does - how remarkable, for all your years, that you would still be so green yourself." 

[bossybastard]

"Is that what you think? That I'm some how dazzled by her supposed innocence? What was I to judge then, hm? Don't be so foolish and high browed Roman, you're not the only intelligent thing on the planet. I know you spend quite a lot of time housed in that library of your's so I'm sure you forget that fact all too often. Is this one really your's to claim though? She seemed rather cross with you, perhaps you should mend that old wound before attempting to claim it's no longer there?" His brow raised in a dark, amused taunt. 

[bossybastard]

  There was a deep, amused snort of a chuckle as he shook his head. “Only the physical you say? Perhaps you know your maker less then you think. He’s far too…discerning. He and I have crossed paths many times before, and if he was anything, it would not be that he’s not man enough to fall victim to pure physical attraction. The aristocratic bastard’s too good for such simple primal reactions.” He smirked slightly, “And that is why I am the bastard; the barbarian. The far more content of the two of us.” Oh, he had that smirk of a smug devil. His relationship with Marius was an odd one, if not one of tedious tolerance. 

"My name is Cinaed MacMhaolain, the founder of the International Immortal Bank." 

[everlastingporcelain]

She hid her true reaction to his words, it was true, she knew Marius was way more than that, but she was not going to make him a topic of conversation, she refused to. “If by us you mean him and you, perhaps…. “She agreed with a soft grin. “Still a pleasure, Mr. MacMhaolain”

"International immortal bank? I thought they were legends, as vampires." Bianca added as her smile grew, exposing her sharp fangs discreetly, oh the irony of her words, it was worth a laugh from time to time how once she had considered that nothing supernatural existed. "Means I could stop using mortals to hold my fortune?"She added raising her eyebrows with a light interest. 

[bossybastard]

He laughed, "Do you still belief in the falsehood of myths and legends? How strange for you. No, the only people who believe my business to be a legend are mortals who are easily fooled. It is as real as anything else, I should know, I've run it for centuries. I can't imagine the hassle you must go through making business with simple minded mortals. Holding an account for more then a hundred years simply baffles them." 

[romaninred]

Do you mind? [Cinaed]

"A thorn to me, I do not mind, by I really can not abide your terrorizing my children. I understand their appeal, but you won’t find purchase in their minds." 

[bossybastard]

"It wouldn't be their minds that I'd purchase, Roman. I believe that's your game. And just who said I was terrorizing them? You're blonde swan seems quiet content to hold a conversation with me thus far. I think you're jealousy is turning you quite the shade of green, my red robed friend." 

[jaxthecarver]

[bossybastard]

He laughed, “Is that right? Tell me, what did you eat lad?” He smiled with a devilish, but approving smirk. He reached to catch his chin lightly and turned it up to take a firm, hungry kiss. “I am proud of ye lad, lets go get ye cleaned up then, hm?” 

[jaxthecarver]

"Salad. One with almonds." He explained against his lips with a flush, groaning faintly as he leaned into the attention. "Yes, please, sir." He couldn’t help a smile, the sight of him there, unexpected, was…nice. It was pleasant. Even after their vacation, it was still nice…he wasn’t used to that. 

[bossybastard]

He chuckled softly. “Did you eat the whole portion?” He asked, pulling his own coat off now and turning to head back up the stairs, expecting his little rabbit to follow; the sound of running water already starting on the floor above. “And when was the last time you had a portion of fish?” 

[jaxthecarver]

He watched, silently appreciating the view, before making his way towards the shower above. “I ate most of it…” There had been too much dressing for the last few bites. “It was…two nights ago? I can’t remember. I’ve been working a lot.” He looked back over his shoulder, trotting back down to close the door behind him, before catching up again. “Have you been busy…?” 

[bossybastard]

"We should get ye a calendar lad, ye can have a gold star for every meal ye eat." He smirked at him, an air of teasing, but...it was a serious consideration at this point. "I have been. Some mess in London and then in Shanghai. I didn't think ye'd appreciate picking up yer projects that regularly. Did ye at least enjoy yerself while I was gone?"