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Vincent sat on a bench and busied himself with people watching. He sat with a cup filled with hot cocoa and a thick jacket wrapped around himself. There was a loose scarf tossed around his shoulders and a beanie atop of his head that covered his ears. Vincent was suddenly aware of somebody who had joined him. He scoots over, giving them space so they can sit comfortably. "You're not cold out here? I'm practically freezing." Vincent offers, trying to make conversation.

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lancelotthxsxcond:

“Oh hardly. My family has money but none of it is mine. It’s all my older brother’s. And it’s not like we are the Cromwells. Hell we aren’t even Aldair rich.” he said with a soft laugh, though they were well off. Lance worked for his own money. he had to get used to making his own way in life. Even wit the advantages he was given before that. “ I can tell you now. I’m not sweet at all. I just don’t think anyone wants to be called an onion.” he smirked and pulled Vincent so they could leave. “Majix or Phallos?” 

"You've still got a prominent name. That's something, at least." Vincent offers, trying to keep Lance in good spirits. He knew nothing about the Siward family but so far he had gotten along with multiple members of the house. Maverick had easily won him over and now he was hopefully becoming friends with Lance. "Uh huh, you're not sweet at all. I don't believe you, but I'll let you have that." He blinks slowly several times before he shrugs his slender shoulders. "I don't know anything about either of them. Do you have any yelp reviews or your own preference?"

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mavsiwizard:

“There’s 3 of ‘em.” He rose three fingers against his head to show over to Vincent. “Ooh, this looks like the perfect gift for Lance. He’s always so mean to me, it’ll be great to put him in his place.” He snickered slightly, glad that he was one-third done with his shopping for his brothers. “Will give that to Ethan!” He smiled, eyes mesmerized by the sort of inventory this shop had. “Oh, hi sorry, I’m Maverick but everybody just calls me Mav. You’re Vincent, right? I think i’ve seen you around town and some stuff.” He offered a smile in solace, slightly rosy cheeks were a usual for this particular Siward brother. 

"This'll make him sorry for ever being mean to you, I'm sure of it." He gives Maverik a smile, having to crane his neck upward slightly to get a good look at the taller male. "You've seen me around, huh?" He rubs at the nape of his neck, chewing gently on his bottom lip. "Maverick's a pretty cool name. It's better than Vincent, that's for sure. Uh, anyway." He clears his throat, "Did you maybe want anything else or will that be it for ya?"

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lancelotthxsxcond:

“It’s fine I do too. You know. Too much money. Too many brother’s. Not enough of it to go around. So I will sponge off of them for as long as they will let me.” Lance said with a little laugh as he pulled Vincent in closer to his tall form. “Not that I am penniless. I simply have to work for what I have. Unlike some in this town.” He smiled staring down into the boy’s face, cupping his jaw with one hand. “So what say you little necromancer? Drinks. Dancing. See where the night takes us hm? Maybe we can raise a little hell.” Lance made a face when the other likened him to an onion. “Cakes have layers. So do parfaits. I’d rather be something sweet than an onion.” 

Vincent wished he was familiar with having too much money. He was able to make due with what he made at his job and helped his father out as often as he could. "Ah, so you understand the struggle. Here I was thinking you were filthy rich and able to buy a small island if you wanted. Good to know." Vincent teases before he tenses up at the contact to his jaw which in turn makes the boy chew nervously on his bottom lip. "Ok, you're a parfait. I don't know if you're just as sweet as one. That remains to be seen.”

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anaruuu:

vincent had a rather…. unique gift of reanimation with corpses and although it scaared anaru, he had gotten used to it as the boy got older and older and his skills got better. “that’s wonderful, vincent. i’m glad you were able to improve your skills… though i wonder what the full extent of your powers could be one day” the thought brought anaru chills though. “are you okay, though? you look upset…” the father took note of the boys fists knuckled into his knees as though he were trying to control himself. “i’m doing just fine. business is doing good as always, keahi is working on a new project for the town… we got a new sub recently and he’s… not what i expected” he said, anaru lived a rather simple lifestyle as a socialite. 

"I'm hoping that I'll one day be able to actually breathe life back into things that have died." Vincent was only able to control things that had passed away. Once he relinquished control they returned to their eternal sleep until he woke them up once again. He hoped to give them a will and a life of their own. "Oh, I'm fine. Just nervous, if I'm being honest." Vincent clears his throat and relaxes his stance so he can turn toward Anaru. "A new sub, huh? That's always interesting." He gives a perked brow, "What's he like then?"

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lancelotthxsxcond:

“I have to get something for them in return. My father would be so heartbroken if I didn’t get anything for my brothers.” He grunted out a sigh just thinking about it. Taking the hand that was put in his, he lifted it up and kissed the back of his hand. “Oh you still answer to your father? That’s so cute. But what if I am naughty and I keep  you out too late hm?” he asked with a smirk pulling Vincent closer to him by the hand he held. “Why are you so curious about my secrets hm?” 

Vincent would have melted right then and there if it were possible. Lance had turned the boy into putty with a swift display of affection and he was reeling. "I still live under his roof. It's the least I can do for him." Staying out late for once in his life was something he could do. He would have been a fool to turn down such an offer. "I like the aspect of mystery. You're like an onion. There are layers and I wanna know all about them."

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You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Maloy

[cherylblossom]

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[colinford]

joe mcalister in every episode: 1.02  /  the fire.

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anaruuu:

the maloy had worked for their freedom and the life they were given with the help of the anitelu family, so a gift like this was really unnecessary but anaru had expensive tastes in jewelry and this certainly fit that criteria for him to take it without resisting. he walked over to the mirror and looked at how the color of it complimented his complexion and smiled, he’d have to wear it to the next event that was being thrown because it was beautiful. “aw thank you, dear” he said as he puts a hand along the others lower back and guides him to the sitting room where anaru had been before he answered the door and gestured for him to sit with anaru. “so, tell me vincent. how are you and your father?”

"We're good. I've been busy with work and my studies." Vincent plants himself near Anaru, keeping a respectful distance away from the man. "I've gotten even better at control corpses. Which still sounds as morbid as ever." He draws a breath before he clears his breath, looking down at his knees which he was gripping so hard that his knuckles had gone white. Anybody in their right mind and with the ability to see would be flustered by the intense beauty of Anaru. Even Aphrodite herself would have written a ballad upon witnessing his splendor. "How are you though? I'd rather not talk about me." Vincent turns his head toward the muscular man, giving him a warm smile.

[caterpie]

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ethanxsiward:

“Great, seems like I found the right place.” Ethan followed where he was pointing at and he raised a brow to ask if he was fucking kidding him when he saw the rack of candies. His demeanor changed when he pulled out a box and later revealed what was hidden inside it. “Yes, those real horns.” He looked at the the items in delight and he could already feel how much energy they held. The animancer touched some of them, and he could tell the ones that were harvested more recently and remnants of the life energy was still strong. “I’ll take these on any price. Do tell.” He got enough money, they weren’t the poorest house, but they weren’t the richest as well. “Unless you’re kind enough for a discount, I’m just saying. Cute looking guys are sometimes considerate.”

"You're really interested in buying them?" Vincent raises his brows in genuine surprise. "They're kept under lock and key for a reason. Finding a live unicorn is hard enough as it is and getting a horn can be even harder. Or at least that's what I'm told." He grumbles to himself before he picks up a horn, treating it with the utmost care. Their prices were steep as one could imagine. One in good condition easily cost nearly three hundred dollars with others in more pristine condition being much more expensive. "I'd lose my job if I gave you one of these with a discount. I don't even know where my boss gets them from." He sucks his teeth at his offer, though he did appreciate the compliment. "I'm sure if you're asking after them you can handle the price." He nudges the box of horns toward him, "Take a gander and see if there are any that catch your eye."

[commandundead]

The Necromancer by Benjamin Ee

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lancelotthxsxcond:

“Oh fucking hell. Christmas gifts? That means I am going to have to get him something. Fuck my life.” Lance groaned and rubbed his face in frustration. The last thing he wanted to do was have to get other people Christmas presents. He huffed and held out his hand for the other man to take. “Hey wanna get the fuck out of here? We can go get drinks maybe?” he asked with a smile. “And don’t worry about Jordy. He’d…beautiful. But no I don’t really like him all that much. He’s the reason I have to work for a living.” 

Vincent doubted that Lance would appreciate the gag gifts that he helped picked out for the Siward brothers. "Eh, you don't have to get them anything in return. Sometimes a card is more than enough, y'know? I always prefer to get gift cards anyway." He takes the hand offered to him, knowing he'd be a fool to turn down such an invitation. "I'm down! I can't be out too late, though. My dad'll blow up my phone." Vincent admits with a furrow of his brow. Even at the age of twenty one, his adoptive father coddled the boy to the point where it was nearly smothering. "We don't have to talk about him, honestly. I'd rather talk about you and all of your secrets."

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servingcoop:

   What could that possibly mean? His forehead wrinkled with curiosity as he watched the young man circle the counter and step up to the table. Dark eyes followed the boy’s hand, and lingered on the bird for a moment. He wondered what could the warlock could have meant when he said his gift was deeper than telek– “Holy shit,” he barked with wide eyes as he watched the stuffed owl come to life. If the man wasn’t white enough, he turned almost sickly pallid; every hair on his body stood at end. Coop flinched when the bird spread its wings, and nearly fell over when it took flight. Wide eyes stayed on the creature, and the lifeless eyes that peered down at him felt like they could suck him up any moment. “Uh… Please don’t take this the wrong way, but your gift is terrifying.”

"It's not that scary. They're completely harmless!" He tilts his head which was then mirrored by his undead thrall. "I'm sorry if I gave you a fright, though. I should've given you a warning before springing that on you." Vincent returns the owl to the display it had been on moments before. He fiddles with the posing of the creature before it goes still once again. "Um, yeah. I guess it's cool if people are expecting it. It's great for Halloween parties, let me tell you." Vincent shyly rubs at the nape of his neck, giving him a sheepish smile.