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olivia-castaneda:
Olivia was equal parts nervous and excited to be out of her lab for once and doing something social, the people and atmosphere a stark contrast to her and her dad hunched over broken machines. The brunette runs her finger under her lipstick as she freshens up in the mirror before heading back out of the bathroom and into the party itself. She did feel a little lost as she looks around, realising she now has no idea which part of the room she was in. “Erm, excuse me. Do you know where the bar is? I’m all turned around.”
@calamitousstarters
“Oh you have come to the right man then!” Sammy greeted her with a bright smile. He didn’t normally come to these pointless events but he knew both Jessie and Jack would be attending. He didn’t trust this city not to catch fire around those he cared for, so he’d come out. Dressed in a well fitted black and red suit, he looked the part of one of the other, normal, humans. “I was actually just about to go get a refill on the good stuff.” Sammy pointed to his empty glass, which he then tossed over his shoulder. He didn’t even blink as it smashed on the ground behind him. “I’ll walk you over and all I want in exchange is to know what I should call you other than-” HIs eyes flicked her up and down once. “Tight.”
deathbeckons:
“you and your wallet if you keep drinking the shots that are supposed to be mine.” mal pointed out as sammy once again drank a shot intended for him, though he was only teasing he certainly would like the alcohol that he had originally paid for. the young vampire was happy when the other calmed down, and attention turned back to the conversation they had been having.
“scorpio, huh? i’m a virgo. i’m pretty sure that means we’re pretty compatible.” he teases, listening as sammy pretty much introduces himself to malcolm – because they had never much interacted before. “no wings? gotta be painful. almost like me having vampire speed but one prosthetic leg so i can’t use the speed as much as i’d like.” mal chuckled, before raising his brow at the fact that dear sammy had known jessie longer than jack had. that he wasn’t expecting. “killing people for money in a town like this must bring in a lot of money.” everybody wanted someone dead here.
“you haven’t asked for it, but i’m gonna give you my introduction. i’m a virgo, i’ve only been a vampire for 11 years and as you know, dear jessie turned me. at the time it was against my will, and i’m sure i made that known at the beginning but i wouldn’t change jessie and jack for the world. before that i lived at the hideout, had a life, competed for commander for most of my life with the love of my life, before i got too cocky and jessie got me. let the humans think i was dead for ten years until that whole thing with the hotel elysium. then i got back into the relationship with the human commander, lost my leg in the SRS collapse, and then turned him when he was dying and here we are.” yeah, things had gotten complicated towards the end there and many still didn’t like him much for it. jakoris was still struggling, and that certainly hurt him still but it was what it was.
Laughing, Sammy nodded. The imagines that had been flashing through his mind had faded back, though a hit of worry still lingered in his gut. He wanted to put his eyes on Jessie for himself. Although, he did trust Mal. If only because he was a Davenport. “Oh, we are very compatible. Especially horizontally.” He joked right back. Well, half joked. What? He had a thing for vampires with the last name Davenport. They were all hot. Sue him. He didn’t care. Mal had this whole, tall, dark, and handsome thing going on that really did something for Sammy.
“Oh, man, I don’t have any other friends with missing limbs!” Sammy nearly shouted in excitement. “We can be missing limb pals- Limbless Lads- The Maimed Men- Wait what about, Crippled Chums? Oh god, no that sounds horrible. Apodal Adults.” He settled on finally. A large, dumb, smile hanging on his lips as he sat back to listen to Mal speak.
The guy actually had Sammy’s full attention. Which was really saying something. Most people bored him with in seconds. However, Mal was actually rather interesting. “Awe, you two really got a little Romeo and Juilet thing going on. Only you both turned into undead leaches at the end. Which, really, would have made that whole story a hell of a lot more interesting.” Sammy pointed out as he waved for the bar tender to fill up another couple of shots for the two of them. “Romeo, oh Romeo, will thou art bring be a bag of O negative.” He chuckled to himself as he dramatically leaned his head to the side and bat his eyes at Mal.
khanivcre:
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she never made it her job to know everyone around; people knew her, they knew who to watch out for, liliana on the other hand found almost everyone insignificant and dull as fuck. nevertheless, this stranger had a familiar face, and she found whatever nonsense he was spilling actually quite amusing. “fuckers can’t do one thing right - don’t give them too much credit. with that giant target on their backs, they’d be gone one by one in no time.” she downed the remainings of her whiskey, before slamming the glass down; eyes drifting in his direction, as she leaned into the bar; elbows resting on the surface, “do you seriously think they can pull it off? it;s a whole fucking miracle that lunatic axel pulled his two crippled brain cells together to come up with this thing.” she let out a laugh.
she loved the thought of ripping his head of; axel’s. there was something so satisfying about it. his death would serve no purpose, and it would change absolutely nothing, but getting rid of humans for absolutely no reason other than the fact that he was an annoying piece of shit was her hobby.
“you can blow shit up - i’m more into ripping people open.”
“I mean-” Sammy sat back a bit, his brown eyes darting to the woman sitting next to him. “-It’s great for my business.” He placed a hand on his chest as he spoke. He was not nearly as hidden with his career choice. How was someone supposed to hire him if they didn’t know he was a hit man to be hired. Besides, if someone wanted to come after him, so be it. Lots had before and they would again but here stood Sammy. “More people that want them dead the more they are wiling to pay to make that happen.” He pointed out with a grin.
There was something familiar about her. Had they slept together in the past? Bumped fuzzies? Possibly. Maybe she was just a regular here? Perhaps. God knows that when Sammy drank a lot everything got a little blurry.
“Here is the thing. I don’t really care what they do or do not pull off.” Sammy stared. “Like, I have tired to give a shit, really and truly tried, but I can’t. Humans gonna do what humans do. All I’d like is an invite to the big booms before they go down. That way I can have my popcorn made and my seat taken before the show starts.” He explained as his next shot came.
Shrugging his shoulders, Sammy tossed the drink back. “I mean, yeah. Ripping is fun. Shooting. Blowing up. Stabbing. Chocking. You know its more of the whole them ending up dead part thats fun for me.”
deathbeckons:
envy-fallen.
oftragxdy.
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Jasper’s emotions were taking hold of him; to the point where he had completely forgotten his boyfriend was there in the room. In his head, it was just him, his brother, and his mother who had abandoned him. Whether it was her choice or not was still up for debate in his mind.
He opened his mouth to speak, but instead, flinched as his mother interrupted him and Sammy. His hands flattened against the table only for his fingers to curl in on themselves; his nails digging into his the soft skin of his palms.
Jasper squeezed his eyes shut and lowered his chin to his chest. Focus. He hissed at himself internally as his mother continued to speak. But it wasn’t just her voice out loud that was causing him to grow dizzy. It was her in his head.
I did leave, Sper. But I’m back now.
Shut up.
I taught you better manners than that.
“Who the fuck said I need you to keep me safe?” He found himself hissing at his mother’s physical form. “I’ve handled myself for years without you.” He spat. “Years without dad.” A sticky substance coated his fingers as he dug his nails into his skin even more. “And this fucker isn’t much help.” He shot a glare at his brother. “I haven’t needed you for a long fucking time so what makes you think I need or want you now?”
So cruel, Sper. Why are you so cruel?
“Because you made me this way!” He shouted at his own thoughts. Though, it took him a moment to realize that he had said it out loud. His hands were shaking as he took a step back from the table.
I raised you better than this.
Sammy’s words were swimming in his head; jumbling up into a scrambled mess. He was unable to focus on anything other than the tone of his voice. He seemed calm but the words – as jumbled as they were – didn’t connect with the calmness of his voice. “I’m not crazy!” Was the only response the younger Dalton gave to his brother.
I am crazy. I’m very much loony tunes.
But you’re my crazy.
“I’m not. I’m not crazy. I’m not–” Jasper shook his head back and forth as he placed his now bloodied hands on his face. “Fuck you!” He spat. “Fuck you all. For sitting around this fucking fake ass table, bullshitting like we are a normal fucking family again!” He shouted. “Newsflash: We will never be that family again. Never in a million fucking years.” And then his eyes found Malakiah’s, causing air to catch in his throat. Fuck. “I– Not you. I didn’t mean–” Too much. Too fucking much.
“I need some fucking air.” He turned without another thought and walked out of the room.
@envy-fallen
As the family began to bicker with one another, Kia had to look down at his plate. He rubbed just under his nose to hide a smile that cracked across his lips as they all dug under each others skin. He’d never family and part of him had always wanted one. Well, in the past he had. After seeing the three of them interact, Kia was perfectly happy with the family he had now. Jasper. Who he understood a hell of a lot more now than he did a second ago. He tried to contain his laughter before hearing Jasper start to actually lose it. He could tell the difference between annoyed Jasper and angry Jasper.
Looking up at his boyfriend, Kia caught his eye as soon as he warned everyone that he didn’t want to see them again. “It’s okay, I know.” He answered back quickly. He didn’t take it personally. Jasper had a tendency to fixate and forget about everything else around him when he did. Known of what he had been saying was aimed at Kia.
Standing up as Jasper began to leave, Kia cleared his throat. “Thanks for dinner.” He told Auralia. “You don’t have to be worried about him or myself. We know how to take care of each other. We have been for a while now.” He informed her. “He’s a fucking hell of a lot stronger than you think he is. Saved my ass too many times to count.” Kia added, his wings puffing up a bit as he pushed in his chair and walked out after Jasper.
Catching up to him outside, Kia didn’t say anything before he wrapped Jasper up in a tight hug. His wings folding down around the two of them. Shielding them both from the rest of the world. His arms tightened around the other, not caring if any of Jaspers blood got on him. He wanted to make sure that Jasper knew his family didn’t scare Kia. If anything it was good to meet them. To understand why Jasper was the way he was.
“Move in with me, will you?”
jasper was yelling and sammy was poking fun, and malakiah was doing his best to sit there and remain polite. anger flashed dangerously in her eyes, but not for any of those sat or previously sat at the dinner table but for those that took her away from him and caused this strain on their relationship that aurelia was questioning more and more each day as to whether it could be fixed or not. she let jasper shout, she didn’t tell sammy off for his words – though she was somewhat surprised at the husband and wife comment – and she smiled softly at malakiah before clearing her throat. “if he calms down enough to come back, you’re free to ask the staff to box up what would’ve been the rest of the food, or even sit and enjoy the meal. i’ll retire to my room so that he doesn’t have to worry about me.” a beat, “for the record, i know he’s not crazy. i’ve never said that he was. i know he doesn’t need me, and i don’t blame him for not wanting me either but i just need him to know that that is not how i feel about him. it was a pleasure meeting you.”
and then it was her and sammy, because her son and his boyfriend were outside and she didn’t think for a second that they would come back. “same goes for you, sammy. if you wish to stay and eat you can, you can even join me upstairs if you want but i understand if you have places you would rather be.” she grabbed her glass of wine and finished it before moving to stand, using the table to steady herself. “harper, please bring the rest of my meal to my room. my sons too, if he does decide to join me.” she glanced up at sammy, the pain she was trying to hide becoming more obvious on her features. it had been a long day, and the healing and painkilling properties of the medicinal plants she used could only do so much and they did nothing for the emotional pain that jaspers words had caused. “you don’t have to stay, but if you could help me to my room, i would appreciate it.” @deep-trouble
When Jasper pointed him out as not being very helpful, Sammy just shrugged his shoulders. What was he supposed to do? Step up and be a father to his younger bother once mom and dad flew the coo coo’s nest? As if he had any idea what being a dad looked like. Ha. Yeah, no. While Aurelia had always been good to Sammy, she wasn’t his mother. Well, maybe now she was but as a child he’d barely known her. Of course that was all dear old dads fault, and not her own. However, he hadn’t grown up with any parents either. So sue him for assuming that Jasper would be okay without him to hold his hand when mommy vanished.
Sammy’s mom had been dead for years and he turned out okay.
Right?
Right?
Sitting back, Sammy listened as his little brother really started to lose it now. He couldn’t understand the whole ‘I’m not crazy thing.’ Personally, Sammy was well aware of his own madness. Hell, he’d turned it into a career. It was better than whatever the hell Jasper was doing now. “Bye Bro!” Sammy waved as Jasper left the room after throwing his little tantrum. Still a child. His attention turned back to Kia and Aurelia. “Good luck.” He cooed to Kia once he also made his exit.
Making a bit of a face, Sammy sat fowards and threw another bite of food down his throat. “Personally, I think that went well.” He pointed out before flashing his step-mother a bright smile. “No blood was drawn. No one pointed a gun at anyone. The house is still intact and, yeah some mean words were tossed around but- Sticks and stones, right?’ He asked with a grin. “Better than family dinners with my mom and dad.”
A little laugh left his lips as he slipped out of his chair and quickly to his mothers side. Putting her arm around his shoulder, Sammy supported most of her weight as harper came to get their meals. “Bring mine too. I’ll finish up stairs with maw.” He told the woman quickly before glancing at Aurelia. She looked tired and sad. Poor thing just wanted to have a nice dinner with her family. Probably shouldn’t have invited Sammy then.
@oftragxdy
@cavernovs
Location: Davenport Manor Closed for: Jessie Davenport
As much as Sammy trusted Mal, he was a Davenport after all, he needed to see Jessie with his own eyes. Make sure that she was alive. Here her voice. Put his own eyes on her. Maybe it was silly but the idea of her being gone had gotten lodged in his head. As if a recording of her being blown up was on a broken loop in, his mind couldn’t truly focus on anything else. The bar was a good distraction but it wasn’t enough to shake this feeling Sammy had gotten in his gut.
He felt heavy, weighed down by a horrible sense of loss. One that hadn’t actually taken place. Losing Jessie- He’d never really thought about it. Partly because the mention of such a thing felt so unexplainably horrible and partly because they’d never had to. Not really. Sammy had always assumed he would simply die before she ever got close to it. Which, really, is what he still hoped for.
Jessie was just about the only person who was consistent in Sammy’s life. His birth parents were a joke. His step-mother was good but had her own problems. Jasper was constantly in and out. Not ever someone to count on. Jessie was good. Not only that but she knew who Sammy was and didn’t care. She never batted an eye at his out bursts good or bad. Manic or depressive she was there. Always there.
Anything that threatened to take that away from him wasn’t welcome. Sammy had always dealt with such threats swiftly and efficiently. However, the thought of the explosion being an issue hadn’t even crossed his mind.
Pushing open the heavy front door, Sammy’s eyes darted around the entrance. “Jessie?” He called into the house. It was early morning but most people here didn’t sleep. Nor did he care if he woke anyone up. “Jessie!” He called her name again as he kicked his boots off, a slight panic raising in his voice now. “Where are you?” He mumbled to himself as he started upstairs towards her bedroom. “Jessie?”
deathbeckons:
“woah, relax. i said she could have been hurt. she’s fine, not a scratch.” mal reassured the fae, resting a hand on the mans arm and squeezing to try and get him more grounded, and get him to calm down. “she was there because she felt someone had to go and look why the co-ordinates were given, but jessie is completely fine, sammy. she didn’t get stuck in there, she wasn’t inside when it exploded. she helped get people out.”
he started to reach for the gun, to get him to stand down and take his word as true, “i wouldn’t be so calm if she had been injured, you know that. settle down, she wouldn’t want a fuss when she wasn’t harmed.” malcolm didn’t need to take the gun in the end, with sammy slipping it back into his jeans. “i would say the first is more painful, but the second one is emasculating so it depends what you’re going for. i think that jessie would like an input though,” more like a chance to stop his actions, “so why don’t you ask her… tomorrow. tonight is for me, sammy. you’re married to my maker, and to jack, and i barely know you. that should change.”
Fire. Blood. Screaming.
She could have been hurting. Burning. Broken. Crushed. Dying. She could be dying.
The words coming out of Mal’s mouth didn’t line up with the imagines that bounced around inside of Sammy’s head. He tried to shake them off. Tried to re-ground himself in the here and now but he his mind wondered back. Of course, Sammy had gone to see the sight of the explosion. All the damage that it caused. Discarded limbs. Blood trails. The smell of burnt hair and flesh still hanging on the air. None of it bothered him till the idea that it could be Jessie’s entered into his brain.
When Mal come reached out to take his weapon, Sammy finally came back. She was okay. That wasn’t her. Mal was right. Neither of them would be here if she had been hurt. She was okay. She had to be. Jessie was stronger than some little boom.
“Yeah, right.” Sammy nodded, swallowed, and sat back down in his stool. He grabbed the two shots that had been refilled for both of them and took one right after the other. “Fuckin’ nearly gave myself a heart attack.” He admitted pushing his hand into his chest and letting his head fall back a bit. Breathing out, Sammy let his attention fall back on Mal.
“Good point,” Sammy cooed happy to change the subject. Goddamn caring sucked so much ass. “Where to start then, hum?” He tapped his chin. “I’m a Scorpio. I’m nearly six-hundred years old. Got fae blood but no wings. How’s that for a fun fact? Oh! Oh, I’ve known Jessie longer than she’s known Jack. Have a loopy little half-brother. What else?” Sammy hissed to himself. ‘I kill people for money. Like a bad tooth-fairy. Only I knock out the teeth and take the money.”
Ey! (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Just for your love, yeah, I'll Give you the world Mona Lisa's smile Hey (oh, oh, oh, oh) And I'll do 25 to life If it makes me a king A star in your eyes
@cavernovs
juliet-briggs:
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Juliet appreciated the services that Sammy offered. Her hands stayed clean when there were those like Sammy willing to spill blood for the right price. Still she certainly thought herself above such brutality. Usually there were other ways that she could handle issues without violence or threats- at least not any obvious threats. If he enjoyed his work, all the better for him. Still there was more that could be accomplished when one did not need to work in the shadows or watch their back from the mess left in their wake.
“Dinners, parties, and events that require an invitation.” A subtle dig at the fact that Sammy’s social circles vastly differed from Juliet’s own not counting gatherings of the fae. She rolled her eyes at his comment. “Not everyone has to buy their companions. I happen to have plenty of acquaintances who understand the importance of paying our respects to certain people before moving on to more enjoyable conversations.”
Pouting, Juliet took a deep breath through her nose, refusing to allow his mockery to anger her. “That is your opinion, Sammy. You are entitled to it no matter how mistaken you might be.” She turned her attention to her phone, toying with it as if she were answering an important message.
The dig that Juliet threw Sammy’s way fell on def ears. He could care less who she ran with. Why would he? She wasn’t on his list. Until the day she was he wouldn’t bother to find out. Besides, her type seemed boring. He yawned just to make sure she knew how little he cared for the subject matter. What was the point of a charity dinner in a place like this? The only charity here was death. Most would call it a mercy for these fuckers. No one, not even Juliet, got to where she was without cracking a few skulls. Or, at least, having someone else crack them for her. That was something Sammy believe with his whole being. She acted better than him and yet people just like her relied on him. They were all hypocrites.
“And would any of those acquaintances bat an eye if you, say, got shot walking home tonight?” Sammy asked. “I mean, not a threat just asking for fun. I got better ways to use my bullets.” He promised as he made an X over his heart. “Because the people I run with would probably light this whole city on fire if my brains ended up on the pavement tonight and trust me, hun, I ain’t blown smoke up their asses.” He nearly cooed. “Butt that’s just me.”
He sat back in his chair and drank his re-filled shot quickly. Ordering another, which was already made and set out in front of him as she spoke. “Awe, now I feel bad.” He mockingly tossed his hand over his heart and pouted a bit. “Someone hit a sore spot. Hey, you think one of those acquaintances of yours can make it all better with there respects?” He asked raising an eye brow at her.
passionate-tragedies:
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“Mhm,” He hums, not particularly thinking about the other’s answer. For Jazz it was easy to feel chaotic and confused, just show his a math equation or ask him to explain the history of mer kingdoms. He felt perfectly at ease, however, as the other looked his body up and down. The attention was very much welcome, especially from someone looking like him.
His laugh comes natural, finding the other amusing and way more enjoyable than the ones who had gotten him his found round of drinks. “Is that so? You might be more dignified than me then. Perhaps you can help me explore and widen my tastes then.”
“I’ve just moved here,” He answers, smile still on his face. “I get bored staying in one place too long and I here Calamity is always filled with excitement. How about you?”
Chaos and confusion did not really ever meet for Sammy. He was more confused by peace. Quiet. It got under his skin this awkward, horrible sort of way that made him want to blow off his own head. However, chaos was his air. He breathed that shit in and out. Drank it up like water. Ate it. He thrived when no one else knew what the fuck was going on. Not that he ever really knew what was going on. No, he was as in the dark as the rest of them. The only difference was that he enjoyed the ever living shit out of it.
A laugh left the back of Sammy’s throat as he shook his head. “I’m not. Nah. No. God- Can you imagine? Me? Dignified. My god.” He nearly wheezed as he put a hand on his stomach. “Sweet heart you are like a beautiful sea lion and I’m more of, like, a weasel. Nearly a rat but not a rat. You know what I mean? That’s about as close to dignified as I get.” He promised.
“Hey! Me too! Look at that. We have so much in common already.” Sammy teased. “Been around the world too many times to count and landed back in this shit stain of a city. Same old, same old.” He waved a hand. “Seems a little less shitty with this view though.” He flirted shamelessly.
deathbeckons:
he listened to sammy go on and on about the explosion, thankful that he seemed to have not noticed the youngest davenport sat next to him with how intrigued he was by his own conversation. still, when malcolm’s shot was taken from him his eyes rolled and he tapped sammy on the shoulders. “sammy, darling, replace my shot. and it really wasn’t all that exciting, especially considering jessie was there; we’re lucky she wasn’t hurt.” of course many others had been, but he couldn’t think of anyone that the fae would care about enough to agree that maybe it wasn’t all as fun as it had seemed. “but if you’d like to blow something up i say go for it as we’re not anywhere near it.”
mal had certainly had enough of explosions to last a lifetime. the explosion and collapse at the slaughter-ring slasher had caused him to lose a leg, and then this explosion really not all that long after it had shaken the young vampire and he could tell it had shaken jessie. “it was tequila, by the way. for when you buy me the shot back.”
Nodding, Sammy quickly agreed to replace Mal’s shot. Mostly because the guy asked so nicely. He’d never been good at saying no to a Davenport. Waving down the bar tender, Sammy was about to order when Mal went on about Jessie being there. His heart jumped into his throat. Nausea rolled over him. Goddamn, he could have thrown up right then and there. Jessie was there. His mind saw the aftermath. Visions of her stuck in the flames, the ruble, rushed through his mind. She was in pain. She couldn’t move. She was there and Sammy had no idea.
His attention snapped back to Mal. He grabbed the front of his shirt in a panic. “Mal, why was she there?” Sammy asked first. “What happened? She’s okay-okay or did she get hurt?” He asked as his face flushed, eyes glassy at the thought of something happening to Jessie. “Where is she now? Fuck!” He nearly shouted and let go of the mans shirt.
Reaching into his pocket, Sammy drew out his fire arm and checked the clip. “Gonna kill all of them. Swear to god. If even one hair on her head got burnt they’re all gonna die.” He slammed the clip back into his gun and stuck it in the hem of his jeans. “What’s worse slowly having you skin removed piece by piece and watching dogs eat it or cutting off ones man hood and shoving it down said mans throat so he can truly fuck himself?” He asked as he started to formulate a plan of action.
deathbeckons:
envy-fallen.
oftragxdy.
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Jasper remained silent as his boyfriend began talking; answering all of the questions that his mother seemed to be asking. He took another swig of the bottle as he leaned against the nearest wall. He couldn’t bring himself to sit. Not yet. He was growing even more anxious with every second that passed and his brother was not making it any easier. In fact, he was making it worse.
“Mind my language?” Jasper jerked his head back in disbelief. “I’m over four hundred and fifty years old, Aurelia. I can say whatever I damn well please.” He hissed at her, his eyes showing just how annoyed he was at her.
His jaw clenched as he took several gulps of the alcohol; silently wishing it would work faster. His annoyance only grew when Malakiah called him by the nickname he gave him. Jasper’s hand tightened around the neck of the bottle. “And the two of you need to know this shit… why?” Jasper found himself asking his family. “It’s not like either of you truly give a shit.”
Calm down.
That wasn’t very nice of you, Sper.
He stretched the muscles in his neck as he took another gulp of the vodka. “How about instead of talking about me and mine–” Jasper moved towards his brother and placed a strong hand on the back of Sammy’s neck. “Why don’t we talk about my big bro?” He tilted his head to eye the others. “Who are you fucking as of late, Samuel?” He tightened his grip on Sammy’s neck. “Is it one of the high council members?” Jasper paused. “Oh wait, no wait, it’s a fucking merfolk, isn’t it?” Jasper let out a laugh. “A fucking fish. God. Imagine!”
Jasper was all but guessing, and trying to stir the pot in the direction of someone else. He hated talking about his personal life with anyone, especially his mother, whom he hadn’t seen in centuries, and his brother, who does everything he can to piss him off.
Jasper released Sammy and took a step back as the first meal was brought to the table. He snubbed his nose and moved towards his chair. He collapsed into it before downing the rest of the bottle of vodka.
@envy-fallen
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At Aurelia’s words, Malakiah couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He seemed to have made a good first impression on Jaspers mother. She didn’t need to know all the details of everything they got up to. Everything he told her was true, no lies, just some omissions. Like the whole burning things for fun. Fucking in front of said burning things. Breaking a mans noise. Nearly getting his wings cut off and only surviving because Jasper was high as fuck and able to just keep going. She didn’t need to know about the whole pixie cupcakes and Jack thing. Nah. those things were better left unsaid.
“Thanks.” Kia nodded back to Aurelia. “I hear that a lot actually but Fallen don’t really age. It would be hard to tell a four year old Fallen from a million year old one.” He explained with a shrug. “I like to think we age like fine wine.” Kia chuckled before the two brothers went at each other.
So this is what having a sibling was like. Constantly at each others throats. Did they find this fun? Not from the look on Jaspers face. Sammy looked happy. Even as Jasper dug into him.
“Jasp-” Kia tried to butt in but he gave up. What he going to say? This was Jaspers family. He wasn’t about to tell him how to talk to family. Fuck it. Kia didn’t even know how to properly talk to family. He had none. What did he know about any of this?
Sitting back, Kia also took a long drink for his beer bottle. Finishing it off, he avoided eye contact with everyone till the food arrived. Once Jasper was sat down next to him again, he spread his wing just enough to brush the side of his shoulder. “This looks amazing.” He breathed out and sat forwards. Taking the beer that was meant for Jasper, Kia popped it open and hoped to god that Jasper and Sammy didn’t start throwing things at each other.
@deathbeckons
She listened to them bicker for a few moments, sipping from her wine and pursing her lips as she looked over her boys. Aurelia didn’t call this family dinner for them to sit and argue, in fact it was for the complete opposite reason and yet she had maybe expected more maturity from the two of them than this. “Enough.” The fae spoke curtly, setting her wine glass down as hardened eyes looked between the other two fae. “I don’t care to know who either of you have had relations with and really, I had hoped to have waited until after dinner, but it’s apparent that isn’t going to be possible. Jasper, do you think you’re the only one hurt by what happened? Do you think that you got abandoned and no one else had any other emotions about it?” She asked, though she wasn’t about to leave Samuel out of her reaming as eyes fell on him, “And do you think winding him up in a situation in which he’s already obviously going to be on edge is a good idea when I wouldn’t have called you all here if I didn’t think it was necessary?”
Aurelia let the words hang in the air as she picked up knife and fork, and took a bite of the starter that had been made for them. “Jasper, I didn’t leave you voluntarily, I don’t know how much more plainly I can put that. There is nothing in this world that hurts me more than the time I’ve lost with you, though I’m not sure how I can get you to believe that other than the fact that you know I can’t lie. I care about you, and therefore I care about Malakiah if he’s important to you. I don’t need to know the ins and outs of your relationship, in fact I rather hope you spare me the details.” She looked between them all this time, including the fallen as she let out a sigh. “Someone targeted us, and I don’t remember who it was. They altered my memories and that means I can’t keep you safe from them if they decide they didn’t get what they wanted from me. We need to protect one another, whether or not you care Jasper, you have my surname. Whether or not you’re serious about threats Sammy, you’re a part of our family. And you, Malakiah, are known to mean something to my son now and so I’m sorry but you are also a part of this.”
“I sound paranoid, I know that. I couldn’t protect you before, I couldn’t protect myself. I can and will now.” A pause again, as she focused on her food once more, having another sip of wine. “Someone tell me about Amos and why he thinks he should have any semblance of control over a Dalton.”
@deep-trouble
The thing about pulling the pin, lobbing the grenade, and a watching it explode was that Sammy enjoyed every second of it. Seeing Jasper get all wound up. Oh it was magical. After years and years of knowing the his little brother, Sammy could push and poke just the right buttons to get a reaction out of him. Little tickle here. Little tap there. Flip that switch. Watch him spin around. What a game it was to enjoy. Even if mom didn’t love it so much, Sammy was in his glory. Even when Jasper grabbed the back of his neck. Turned the attention on him instead. Or tried to.
Mommy wouldn’t have that.
Tonight, it wasn’t about Sammy. It was about Jasper and his knew little thing. So, no matter how hard Jasper tried he was always going to be in the spotlight. Exactly where he didn’t want to be. What a joy!
Sitting up a bit, Sammy swatted away Jasper’s hands and looked at his mother as they started to lecture each the two of them. “Please, all of you. One question at a time.” He raised his hands and sat back. Looking to Jasper, Sammy offered him a smile. “First of all, I’ve been fucking my wife and husband thank you very much.” Sammy started. “Maybe a few others but that’s neither here nor there.” He waved one hand a bit. “Second, how dare you? Have you forgotten what Finding Nemo taught us? Fish are friends, not food. They should be eaten out and nothing more.” He pointed out in calm tone before turning his attention to his mother.
“Third, yes. Yes, I do think its all a great idea.” Sammy answered her first question about winding Jasper up. “Gotta get his little ticker working again. It’s been all looped out since you went bye-bye for a hot minute.” He informed her with a quick smile. “Forth, mom, I hate to tell you this, but I kill people for a living. It’s messy but lets be honest, you knew that already. If someone's coming after us, let’em. They can met me at the door instead. Then I’ll make them go sleep with the fishes. And no in the fun way. No more problem. The useful son will take care of it. End of story.”
@oftragxdy
fennwells:
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Blood or blow jobs.
“How civilized,” Fenn murmured darkly, eyeing the other man with a growing sense of irritation.
This… was not a problem he usually had. Strangers, on principle, didn’t typically approach him in public. Of course, most of the time, that was due to Lan. But, when he was alone, he was generally left to his own devices, unnoticed and overlooked - which was how he preferred it. Flying under the radar was how he stayed alive. How he proved his worth. If people weren’t paying attention to him, he could eavesdrop. Gather information. Sometimes even steal or pickpocket or snoop.
Being noticed, scrutinized, by a random stranger was… an uncomfortable role reversal.
“I mourn for your loss,” he snarked, rolling his eyes. “It’s almost as if the world, and all of its many explosions, doesn’t revolve around you. A travesty. Truly.” And, yeah, maybe he was laying it on a little thick, but he was annoyed and keyed up and… perhaps a little bit intrigued, now.
“If you blow up ‘a bunch of people,’ I’d imagine you wouldn’t want anyone there to see it,” he answered absently, picking at his cuticles. “Too messy and far too much paperwork.”
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“That’s why people hire me.” Sammy agreed. “The civility.” He nodded as he spoke with an uptight sort of tone. This wasn’t going to end well. Despite what people thought, Sammy could read a room. He just didn’t care if he upset people. What? He was here first. If this child wanted to be all judgy and get upset than he could leave.
Taking a shot of patron, Sammy pushed his glass towards the bar tender and ordered another one. All the while nodding at Fenn’s sarcasm. Which, Sammy had to admit, was immaculate. Even if the kid was a little bit of a shit. He could give credit where credit was due. “Do you know how much better the world would be if it did revolve around me?” He asked looking at the other. “Not much better but It’d be a hell of a lot more fun, Twilight.” Sammy admitted. Oh yes, that was a good nickname for this one. Twilight. Like those shitty teen romance novels of yesteryear. Perfect.
“You sweet summer child.” Sammy turned his body completely to look at the other man. “First of all, do you think Freddie mother fucking Mercury went to the studio everyday until two days before he died because he didn’t want an audience? No. Of course not. That would be insane. Let the people watch!” He corrected. “What is a show without a crowd to gasp, clap and boo, huh? Nothing.” Sammy went on feeling just a little drunk now. “Second, I have people who do paper work for me, Edward. Now why don’t you go fight a werewolf over some bland looking girl.”
juliet-briggs:
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Of course Sammy would have been hit with a hammer in his illustrious career. Juliet bit her tongue, keeping any questions about brain damage that he might have incurred as well as the fact that Sammy lacked a sense of self-preservation. Honestly, Juliette shouldn’t be the least bit shocked at the shenanigans that the elder fae managed to get himself into. “You know that if you decided on having a legitimate career with an office, the chances of you being attacked with whatever is close at hand significantly declines.” Not a zero percent chance. Juliet spent far too much time around Sammy to ever be able to truthfully say that there would be no chance or someone wishing to harm him.
“I go to social events.” The kind that bored Sammy were he forced to attend. She couldn’t imagine that he would be all that comfortable at any charity dinner where the cost of attendance was more than the donations amounted to. “You are absurd.” She placed her cup down, china clinking a bit louder than she intended. “I would never cry myself to sleep. Really your imagination is far too overactive.”
Yes, being a merc didn’t exactly come with job insurance. The amount of times that Sammy thought he was gonna die could not be counter on both hands. That was just it, though. He was still alive. Not that he thought he was indestructible. Nah. Someday, some young whipper snapper was going to beat him at his own game. He just didn’t care. Dying was dying. Everyone was gonna do it. Lots had done it because of his hands. That’s what made him so good at his job. Sammy wasn’t scared to die. The idea actually thrilled him. It was something he’d never done before. No doubt, when the time came, Sammy was going to go down in a blaze of glory and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
“You do?” Sammy cocked an eye brow up at Juliet. “Charity auctions do not count as social events.” He clarified quickly. “You have to actually be social for it to be a social event and blowing smoke up some rich, bald, wrinkly as my balls, mother-fucker doesn’t count as being ‘social.’“ He went on with a wave of one hand.
He reached again for his drink and paused when she corrected him. His head fell forwards as he laughed again. “Oh my fucking god.” Sammy smiled brightly at Juliet. “You are sad, sad mess aren’t you? Like we are taking grandma ain’t making to christmas sad.”
passionate-tragedies:
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Jazz was fortunate enough not to find himself at the Hideout when it blew up for all of Calamity to see. Not only was he bored out of his mind after the play, but the puzzles and all this talk of betrayal made his head hurt. He wanted to have fun - actual fun, not this revenge fun the people here seemed so fond of.
It’s why he found himself at a bar, charming a small crowd as they paid for his drinks. It’s why he took no offense when the stranger beside him took his shot and downed it in front of him.
“You surface walkers seem to love blowing things up,” He says, already being given another shot in hand, this one with whipped cream. He smirks at the other before swooping up some of the cream with his finger and licking it clean off. “Tell me, is that the only type of thrills you seek or are you a bit more worldly and diverse in your taste?”
“It’s more thee chaos that blowing stuff up does to everyone and everything around it that makes the love.” Sammy corrected the man next to him before actually looking at him. When his head did turn to find Jazz standing at his side, He arched an eye brow. Shamelessly, Sammy flicked his eyes up and down Jazz’s body. “Uh,” He went a bit slack jawed. “Tight.” He managed to get out in a slight hiss. Where had this one been hiding those whole time? Why was he only appearing now?
Watching Jazz lick the cream off his finger made Sammy visibly shutter. Yummy. He looked sweet and it wasn’t just because of the whipped cream. “Nope. No. Lot’s of things thrill me. Way more worldly. Super diverse.” He promised as he shook his head quickly. Leaning over the bar, Sammy shouted at the bar tender. “Two more over here buck!” He pointed at himself and Jazz before standing up straight again. “So, what’s a nice place like you doing in a boy like this?”
juliet-briggs:
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Juliet braced herself for whatever it was that she’d forgotten. With Sammy, it would either be a quick point or a sermon on the mount. She hoped for the former yet expected the latter. “Has someone tried to smash you with a hammer?” She wouldn’t put it past any of his targets or even a particularly vicious past paramour. Sammy had a way of making people either adore him or wish him a painful death. Let him believe that it was the scars that enticed others to him. The last thing she needed was his ego to grow even larger than it already was.
“I’m not dull.” She sounded petulant when arguing his point. They had vastly different ideas of what fun consisted of. She was certain that he didn’t have the same interests as she. He probably didn’t get the same sense of satisfaction from proving out a particularly difficult data set, while she didn’t see the appeal of watching the life drain from someone’s body as he did. “I have fun.”
A little smile pulled up on Sammy’s face as she inquired about being attacked with a hammer. “To many times to count.” He answered with a thought tone. Sam was old. He had lived a long and sorted life and, on top of that, he killed people for money. People had attacked him with everything under the sun. Some more affective than others. A hammer wasn’t a horrible choice now that he thought about it. “Golf clubs, rolling pin, wine bottle-” He turned his head to the side and tapped a scar just above his right ear. Which was missing a chunk out of it. “Belt buckle got me here. People get creative when they realize they’re gonna die.” Sammy admitted with a shrug. He downed the rest of his drink then, his posture still relaxed.
A laugh echoed out of Sammy’s throat as Juliet tried to defend herself. “Oh, my bad. Hadn’t realized you’d became a party animal since last time we ran into each other.” Sammy giggled. He raised his hand to get a refill and then turned his waning attention back to her. Sam tended to have a hard time paying attention on his best day and today he was buzzed, tired, and completely uninterested. “I am sure you do. I just don’t find sitting at home, drinking a half a bottle of red alone, masturbating to some sad, boring, missionary shit, and then crying myself to sleep fun.”
fennwells:
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Sitting in some dingy, low-life bar in the early hours of the morning was not, in fact, Fenn’s idea of a good time. Normally, he’d never set foot in a place like this, but he’d come (entirely unwillingly) with Kaiden - who had promptly left him at the counter to “chase some tail.” Typical.
Fenn sat, stewing, in silence as he absorbed the conversations around him. He swilled the last dregs of his drink in the bottom of his tumbler, contemplating his next move. He could leave, of course. Just walk out. But, the only reason he was in here in the first place (beyond Kaiden’s impressive, but annoying, persistence) was Lan. He had asked Fenn to behave - to be civil, with Kaiden. As if it were that easy. That simple.
Fenn scoffed, baring his teeth at the thought.
He’d spent the past several years in constant competition with the other human. Spent every waking moment wishing he would fail - that he’d be cast aside, out of Lan’s favor. And now he was supposed to, what, just… let it all go?
Sighing, Fenn tuned back into reality just as a man leaned into his personal space to snatch his mostly-empty drink and empty it. Bewildered, Fenn turned to stare at the interloper, brows furrowing.
“You’re paying for that,” he snapped. “What the hell are you on about?”
“I only pay for things with other peoples blood or blow jobs. It’s really up to you.” Sammy spoke without even looking at the man. His dark brown eyes finally landing on the other man once Sammy had put the glass down. His smile never wavered as he glanced the other over.
Well, wasn’t he just the picture of unhappiness. Who came to a place like this just to sit around and be a sulk? People came here to get drunk. To, oh fuck what did the kids say? Turn up. Yeah, that was it. Something like that anyways. This was not one of those sad bars. Plenty of them in Calam but this was not one of them.
He was a good looking guy, Sammy could admit that. Even with the pouty look on his face and that sour tone of his. He had this My Chemical Romance thing that reminded Sammy of his own youth. All dark and edgy. As if his problems alone could bring an end to the whole world. Poor guy. It was a wonder he could hold his head up it was so inflated.
Little judgmental, don’t you think?
“Just some fun.” Sammy hummed at his second question. “Been a long time since I’ve blow anything or anyone up.” He pouted now. “Missed the big boom the other night. Fuck, what a waist.” Sammy wined on and let his head drop back so he could order another round for himself and Mr. Way. “It’s like the whole if a tree falls in a forest and no one is there to hear it thing. Like, if you blow up a bunch of people but I’m not there to see it, whats even the point?”