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ncromancery·:

𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖎 —

Seo had the knack of making himself unseen. It’s a skill, he figured, any bodyguard ought to have. So he sticks, out of instinct, by the walls, corners and shaded spots. So it’s easy to spot Cesare, he knows the man by face, Victor spends enough of his time in the fighting grounds that Seo had too, in turn.

After the other speaks he follows the trail of the vampire’s gaze:

“Is it, now?” The witch hums considering, a light tilt on his mouth to make it a smirk. “Or is it just that you’re greedy? You know what they say about curiosity too.”

cesare turned his head when he heard seo speak, pursing his lips as he listened to his words. “curiosity killed the cat..” he hummed, running his fingers through his hair. “but satisfaction brought it back.” his last comment was states pointedly. “greed is what got me where i am.” he shrugged, looking up at the other man. “are you claiming not to have a little greed in you?”

#interaction -- seo;

bijovx·:

『 — “oh WOW, the bitch has got jokes too, “ bijou pronounces said words bitterly while offering the most forced of chuckles, even adding more to his act as he playfully punches his shoulder & shrugs lightly. the strength of a human being would most likely be nothing compared to the strength of a beast, but the pleasure that acting mildly violent brings to him is enough to cope with the anger that keeps building up in him. “ please don’t be SILLY, you tool. i’m always going to be younger than you, no matter how fresh your face looks like. you’ve lived about 6 of my very own lifetimes, am i wrong? i’ve always been the worst at math, hence the question, it’s not rhetorical. “

while he may agree that life is unfair, it’s always been gracious with him & he’s barely had a reason to complain about in his life & this isn’t the moment where he’s going to start doing something as pathetic as that. “ i am not opposed to the garden itself, but to its rules & this stupid hierarchy that magical creatures seem to enjoy toying around with. while i’m a slave, i came here willingly. shouldn’t that give me more of an advantage above all of the other sad fucks who are here because they’re a bunch of.. LOSERS. give me back my crop. i found it & i will keep it. you’ve wasted enough of my time already. aren’t you here because you want to fuck anyway? go find one of the cheapest whores here & forget about this interaction. but give me back MY shit. “ ;; 』

a switch flipped in cesare for a moment, both at his words and at the “playful” punch to his shoulder. his hand shot up, catching on the humans jaw. the grip was light, but enough to force him to keep eye contact. “you don’t touch me unless i say you can.” his voice was low, but calm. his hand dropped and he let a small smile grace his lips. “strange to see someone so proud of practically still being a child” he rolled his eyes. “i’m actually the oldest creature here so far.. isn’t that interesting.” he took the crop from under his arm, holding it up. “imagine all the glitter and gold i’ve seen that makes this look boring.”

cesare stared down at the crop. “i’d like to point out.. this isn’t yours. again. but you can’t argue with humans and their idiotic logic.” he held it out to the human, staring at him with pursed lips. “if you want it back, take it. but, i can’t help you when you get accused of stealing it.”

#feel free to drop this at any time!#also too lazy to put a gif #interaction -- bijou;

cesare sat on a bench that was shaded by a tree, watching as the sun went down. he had followed the shadows to this area, always preferring to come around before it was completely nightfall.

his eyes moved from the darkening sky to the people around him, watching as masters, mistresses and roses walked among the area. he was used to the display of nighttime roses, he wondered about the daytime ones. surely they couldn’t be much different. surely he was just bored.. but the saying “the grass is always greener on the otherside” was nearly as old as him, and he knew the feeling of it well.

#here's a shitty starter bc im bored and really want to write #antelucanstart

bijovx·:

『 — ” let’s recheck that statement together, sir. “ bijou pronounces the set of words that he had memorized from a very young age, a theory that had been deeply engraved in the back of his head (in fact, it had been a piece of advice given by maman as he would get in frequent arguments with his father whenever they came to a disagreement), in a rather forced form to at least not risk himself & end up in confinement again after facing that terrible reality not too long ago. “ you may not have wrinkles, but is it rude for me to assume that you are ancient compared to my tender 28 years of life? it obviously isn’t. although i will issue an apology to his royal highness for implying what he already is… an old HAG. “

both of bijou’s hands are held out when the item is taken away from him & he wiggles his fingers impatiently, as quickly as he can, to avoid throwing himself at someone who could easily throw him off & injure him. no one would ever be in the mood to be on disability while being a slave to this FUCKING garden, it only attracts the weirdos who are into very weird shit. “ that isn’f fair, “ he initially mumbles & finally dares to stare up at the young man’s (not young, but you get the idea) eyes, pressing his lips together & forming a thin line to hold himself back from saying shit he would regret. “ why don’t you.. think of me every time you look at it, while using it with me? wouldn’t that be a fair deal? “ ;; 』

cesare practically snorts at his words, eyeing the snarky rose. he could tell he was holding himself back though, in some way. he wondered if he would be daring enough to try and get into some sort of physical altercation with a master or mistress. but despite his mouthiness, he seemed smarter than that. “you know... technically..’ he started, bobbing his head side to side and drawing out the last word. “i’m only 26. i think that makes you the hag.”

cesare shrugged, narrowing his eyes slightly when bijou’s finally met his own. “life isn’t fair, pretty boy.” he retorted, pursing his lips as the other held himself back even more. “you know for someone so opposed to the garden, and it’s many wonders, you’re awfully eager to partake.. or at least be used as one of those wonders.”

#interaction -- bijou;

bijovx·:

『 — “ not to be offensive to you, tiny man of many words, but what in the ever flying fuck would you know about what the rules are in this place or what may be right or wrong? “ the smile on his lips is sarcastic & a hint of a chuckle can be perceived shortly after he’s done issuing commentaries about the other person. but upon noticing the lack of a peculiar necklace around his neck, bijou feels obliged to not take it too far & play it off as a joke. his hands quickly dismiss the thought of this being serious, along with the playful smile that he offers to him as he wiggles his fingers to give it more of a human emotion. “ i’m just KIDDING!! you would know better because that’s what wise ancient creatures know, right? not to mention you probably get a handbook the moment that you take a step inside this facility. why are all of you so fascinated by this place anyway? oh, well… “

his eyes turn down to stare at the crop & he instantly offers it to the other one, with a dramatic bow given to him to honor the mighty presence of whatever the fuck he happened to be. bijou’s yet to master the technique where he can easily figure out what the person in front of him is. “ how about i get a reward now? if i’m not to get anything though, you can shove your words right up your ass & i’m keeping this baby. i think i’d give it a better use than the one given previously by its careless owner. so we got a deal? “ ;; 』

cesare pursed his lips, slightly amused by the snarky remarks from the human, but not enough to crack a smile. he watched the other intently, listening to him ramble on. digging a hole and tying himself up with words. "ancient creature you say." he hummed, pressing a finger to his smooth, porcelain skin. "have i got wrinkles?"

when the other holds the crop out to him, cesare instantly snatches it away, not caring to remark on his sarcastic movements but rather to capitalize on them. "we don't have a deal." cesare said flatly, staring down at the other male. "see, you don't get rewarded for breaking rules and.. as far as you're concerened.. i make the rules in this place." he turned the crop over in his hands, twirling it between his fingers. "maybe if you learn how to bite your tongue you'll get it back. but for now,' he paused, tucking the crop beneath his arm 'i'll hold onto it for you."

"don't worry,' he started, reaching out to flick his index finger along the humans jaw. 'i'll think of you everytime i look at it."

#interaction -- bijou;

darkestrapture·:

🦋 —

“It comes with the face.” Caleb smiled, sardonic, but didn’t oppose when the other man took the seat and instead, nursed his whiskey. The Green Bar was packed full, but the booth he’d chosen was secluded enough.

“Yeah, you speak my language.” The fay nodded, “Got something interesting lined up in those fighting grounds of yours?”

"i know the feeling." cesare hummed, twirling his own drink in its glass. the vampire looked around the bar at the people, surveying who was closest to them. "i've got a fight i need you to win tonight." he said simply, taking a swig of his drink. "if you've got it in you that is."

#interaction -- caleb;

fy-hyojong

e'dawn~

#visage;

bijovx·:

ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

『 — a seemingly innocent demeanor is perfectly outlined on the expression that is worn on his face. one that he’d mastered so many years ago when he’d been caught red handed by either maman or the devil himself (his father) & he wanted to get away with sins that could’ve easily been highly punished by the morals that reigned his family. would it work with this person though? it’d be hard to tell, especially because they were not really conveying anything with the gaze that was being directed towards him.

“ listen, “ he’d mumbled as softly as possible & with the adequate dose of confidence injected into one single word, hoping it’d distract them from what had brought them together to his own shame. “ i found it. therefore it is mine. i always wanted to have a crop & this one shines when you put it under the perfect lighting, with all of these small diamonds that it has embedded along its length. it screams wealth & it only suits me right. if you promise to keep the secret, we can make use of it together. what do you think? it’ll be our dirty little secret. god, that sounds ridiculous. please slap me. saying something like that was shameful. i apologize. i’m just trying to save my ass here. “ ;; 』

✖

cesare was strolling idly when he came across the rose, obviously doing something he wasn't meant to be doing. he could tell he was human, smell and hear the blood in his veins. he looked down at him as he painted an innocent expression on his face, an eyebrow cocked as he listened to him.

he couldn't help but smirk at his words, a bit of a laugh catching in his throat. "i dont think that's how that works." he mused, reaching out and taking the crop from his hands. "it is lovely. but i don't think we work on the 'finders keepers' rule around here." he studied the crop, then the human in front of him. "imagine what kind of reward you could have gotten for turning this in honestly.. and yet.."

#interaction -- bijou;#this could go any way at alll

darkestrapture·:

“Do I look like I’m in the fucking mood to talk?”

"always so moody." cesare remarked, rolling his eyes slightly as he sat down opposite the other man.

"figured you'd always wanna talk money."

#interaction -- caleb;

jeanxmarie·:

Jean-Marie sat on the edge of the bench, seemingly absent-mindedly flipping through a notebook they kept on them at all times. The routine was as natural as could be. Flip through a few pages, look at the page, read some of the sentences they had written there. Their handwriting was practiced, beautiful, and fluid. The ballpoint pen they held as they wrote the words, in cursive of course, jotting down another note. The non-binary Fay had always thought of their writing as an art form. Maybe that was where their passion for authorship came from.

As they finished jotting their note however, their head turned up and they looked out at the people who were around, eyes finally settling on the nearest figure. Seemingly effortlessly they stood up and began making their way over to the person who their eyes were still glued to. “If I may ask, what are you thinking about at the current moment?”

cesare was standing relatively close to the bench that jean-marie was perched upon, staring blankly across the open area and around at the other people there. he had noticed them, but not really paid much mind to what they were doing until they spoke to him.

"nothing noteworthy." he replied to the question with a shrug, pursing his lips in their direction. "what are you writing about?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he eyes attempted to focus on the words lining the paper.

#interaction -- jeanmarie;

exalted-x·:

👑 –

Victor leaned back in his chair, head cocking slightly, though his gaze had gone slightly pensive. “I did humor you,” he told him, mouth curving upwards into a softly stated smirk. “I listened.”

He stood then, wings stretching, fluttering slightly before flattening out against his back. “I’ve grown bored of this conversation, Cesare. Surely you have something of note to watch in the pits?”

"if that's what you consider humoring me, you've got a terrible sense of humor." cesare retorted, pursing his lips, his nose crinkled a bit. he watched the other stand, his eyes narrowing as he stretched his wings and spoke.

"there's always something of note to watch in the pits.. for the right price."

#interaction -- victor;

exalted-x·:

“Am I meant to be impressed by that?”

"you could at least humor me a little." he replied, his tone a bit sarcastic.

#@ me trying to figure out what ces would be trying to impress w #still dont know #interaction -- victor;

clintfbarton-deactivated2025012

#musing;

imlovesbitch

Out. For. A. Walk. Bitch.

#his entire inspiration #musing;

ghettx-gurl

#musings;

theteacher

Watch her eyes roll back as you say "come for me baby girl" whilst your fingers are deep inside of her

#musing;

CESARE HEMLOCK is a 400 year old VAMPIRE. They are SWITCH, CISMALE, BISEXUAL and they use HE/HIM pronouns. People say they look a lot like KIM HYOJONG. They are LOYAL but can also be MANIPULATIVE. They love ORGASM CONTROL & DADDY KINK but hate SCAT & SOUNDING. They are a free citizen and belong to the DARK Fae. They work in the city as the OWNER of SAGOUNG FIGHTING PITS. They DO belong to their species’ clan.

#ANTELUCANBIO

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