Just Ride

Tybalt | Ageless | Demon "Welcome to Hell, honey. You'll be here a while" {Independent Roleplay} Based lightly on SPN lore. Currently being testrun and housed on a sideblog; so no followbacks for now!

[demonsallupinyowindow]

{ + risingsebby }

[risingsebby]

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at him, he nodded at his question and stuffed his hands in his pockets looking up at him. 

“Yeah, I’m absolutely positive I’m not a kid. I’ve turned 14 quite a few months ago, mind you.” Sebastian tells him.

“Name’s Sebastian.” He answers leaning back on his heels. “Are you going to tell me where I am or—?” He was a bit, happy for his taste.  

[demonsallupinyowindow]

Fourteen. Yeah, still a kid. If he couldn't drive--let alone buy his own liquor--he was as good a kid as any. 

"Fourteen?" He laughed. "Fourteen make you a kid, kid. Let's not kid ourself here."

His grin didn't at all shift, even when he took in the stranger's name. He tilted his head a moment, as if considering whether or not telling him his location was worth his time.

"I don't know. Usually, I get souls in exchange for answers." He smirked darkly and left his answer vague, wondering if the kid would take him seriously.

[compulsivetwins]

Megan grinned. “Aren’t you excited.” She smiled. She looked at each firework & saw the dampness in them but also the color. She smiled when she imagined the house blowing up.

“Lets blow it up!” She was now more motivated than before. She reached for her back pocket & held up a small, green object. “I’ve got a lighter if that helps.” 

[demonsallupinyowindow]

"Of course I'm excited," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "It's not everyday you get a crate of fireworks."

And it was true. The last time he had gotten his hands on this many fireworks had been years ago. Decades ago. Certainly too long ago, if he had to bank on anything. Which was why he began to clamber about, jumping onto one of the bigger boxes to start searching the stacks.

He glanced back down at Megan when she spoke and grinned at the thin green lighter she had produced.

"If you can make fire from it, it'll definitely help."

[thetypeofwreckageyoulove-blog]

"It's the polite thing to say, is it not?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows somewhat.

[demonsallupinyowindow]

He found her confusion curious. Didn't she even know what she said? 

"It is absolutely. Especially when you're talking to me."

[tattoos-hair-blood-deactivated2]

Arsenic grinned as she held onto him, leaning her head slightly back as she felt his lips brush her neck.

"I like the way you think love." She grinned.

[demonsallupinyowindow]

His eyes flickered up to her face as she spoke and he chuckled.

"I thought you would," he sang, just a little cocky as he pulled away.

Once he was sure she was ready, he took her hand again, leading her toward the basement.

[demonsallupinyowindow]

{ + risingsebby }

[risingsebby]

“I might be—actually on second thought, considering I haven’t a clue where I am. Yeah, I’m a bit lost. I’m not a kid though.” He pauses. “N’who are you?”

[demonsallupinyowindow]

At least he made Tybalt laugh slightly, the demon giving a bit of a snort as the kid tried to figure out just how lost he was.

"Yeah, I figured as much," he chuckled. Interest grew when the other male insisted that he wasn't a child. "You sure? Because you look like one."

He grinned, deciding that now, maybe he deserved to know his name at least. "Tybalt. And who are you, kid?"

[compulsivetwins]

Megan wasn’t really paying attention when Tybalt answered her. Not until he called her name. She snapped out of her trans & looked over at the boy. “What?” She called back. 

She walked towards him & looked down at the rigid crate. “What’s that?” She asked, looking over at the design of the crate. 

[demonsallupinyowindow]

He didn't answer her until she walked over, pacing around and fidgeting with excitement. Once she was standing over the box, he motioned to the inside for it, even pulling out one of the objects inside to show her.

"It's a bunch of fireworks," he said, all too excitedly. "They're a little damp, but I'm sure as hell if I light enough matches, I'll get them to light." He grinned. "And this warehouse is gonna blow beautifully."

[tattoos-hair-blood-deactivated2]

Arsenic smiled and nodded in agreement, she held onto him rather tightly to insure she didn’t fall, the fact that she was wearing insanely high heeled shoes did not help. She looked around the old place and smiled at the feeling it gave her.

“The basement sounds good to me..unless you want a different room.” she grinned.

[demonsallupinyowindow]

He had been careful to be extra alert due to the fact that he had noticed her shoes. Generally, he liked to be rough, but he highly doubted that breaking her legs or ankles really constituted as the rough he was thinking of.

"The basement it is. Besides," he grinned and brushed his lips along her neck. "Who says we can't do it again somewhere else?"

[demonsallupinyowindow]

+ sophiasolimella

[sophiasolimella]

Sophia gasped slightly, letting her head fall back. “Afraid of men…” she mumbled.

[demonsallupinyowindow]

Deciding to reward her for how willing she was to expose her neck to him like this, he gave her a few kisses before pulling away and only keeping his hands on her hips.

"Is that so?" he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I find that hard to believe."

[youdontknow-jack-shit]

“Everything? Does that mean you have any sort of power over things?” Jack questions, mildly curious.

[demonsallupinyowindow]

He paused and quirked an eyebrow, wondering just why she wanted to know. He didn't answer at first, only staring as he tried to figure out. Once he decided he wouldn't be able to figure out a thing about her this way, he spoke.

"I do," he answered. "But what they are, that's for me and you to find out on your own time."

[thetypeofwreckageyoulove-blog]

"They're close friends with my old friend. They're demigods sir. Thor's children." She snapped back, getting quite angry.

[demonsallupinyowindow]

Her anger was just fueling his amusement and his desire to irritate her. While it was faintly interesting that she was friends with demigods, it wasn't as if it was the first time he had met those. So he glossed over that fact.

"Sir?" he decided to focus on instead with an amused grin. "So now I'm a sir to you? Finally you learn some respect."

[demonsallupinyowindow]

{ + risingsebby }

"You lost, kid?"

[demonsallupinyowindow]

{ + 6 }

[minifairyhelper-archive]

Baby Tooth’s laugh faded and she looked down at the ground for a moment or so while the other looked at her like the way he was right now. There was something about this guy she didn’t quite understand. He was different. Although all of the people she would meet were different from one or another but this was one person she didn’t quite understand. But she tried shrugging off the feeling she would get and glanced up at him again, but not in the eye this time like she had done the other times.

“But..” She sighed a tiny bit before shaking her head. “Sometimes people don’t want to answer a question that was asked to them and therefor they shouldn’t be forced to, right?”

[demonsallupinyowindow]

All the while, he had not once broken contact with her. Though her eyes shifted away and she looked down, Tybalt continued staring at her, trying to figure her out. Not because he was particularly interested in her, but because she felt like an anomaly. And those things just fascinated him, for better or for worse.

"When I ask the questions, I get to force them to." He narrowed his eyes. Not out of anger or spite, but confusion. Curiosity. "So no. Wrong."

[tattoos-hair-blood-deactivated2]

Arsenic looked around as she still held his hand then looked at him smiling, “its beautiful..but yeah freakish..”

[demonsallupinyowindow]

"For some things, some age does it good."

As he spoke, continuing to walk backwards, he pushed open the front door and helped Arsenic over the worn out floor and past the broken boards, all the while, the rotting flooring creaking and threatening to snap.

"Now you still want to go into the basement or are one of the other rooms calling to you?"

[demonsallupinyowindow]

+ sophiasolimella

[sophiasolimella]

They walked a couple of blocks before coming to a modest apartment. Sophia picked up the key from under the flower pot and unlocked the house, tossing it back where it had been before. 

[demonsallupinyowindow]

He followed her closely as she led him to her home. Once the door was opened, he was quick to take the lead and go in. The moment that the door was closed and locked and he was alone with her in her home, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close, a grin on his face. Gently, he brushed his lips up her neck.

"Now tell me what a pretty girl like you is doing living alone."

[youdontknow-jack-shit]

Jack had a feeling in the pit of her stomach saying something wasn’t quite normal here. He was giving off negative vibes, making her want to be negative as well but that goes against her kind nature. The closest time to this would be when she was with Castor, and he was an angel. Maybe Tybalt wasn’t human either. “You said you were king before,” Jack starts, “king of what exactly?”

[demonsallupinyowindow]

There wasn't much time to discern just what the hell was going on with this bipolar girl, because just when he thought he was getting to something, she had to go and interrupt his train of thought. He wasn't all too angry--he wasn't trying to hard to figure her out because she was insignificant. That didn't make his curiosity any less though.

"King of whatever I want," he said nonchalantly. "Though I think the proper term is King of Everything."

[demonsallupinyowindow]

{ + 4 }

[thetypeofwreckageyoulove-blog]

“You dare call me a peasant again and I’ll have the Thorson’s come and kick your “royal” smart ass!” She snapped.

[demonsallupinyowindow]

Well this was just fun now. He had met (and pissed off) plenty of people and though she was not the worst, she was still among one of the most charged and easily angered people he had met.

"Who? The Thorsons?" He laughed. "If they're as scary as you are, then I think I have nothing to worry about." Shifting around, he raised his eyebrows in a challenge before continuing. "Peasant."

[demonsallupinyowindow]

{ + 4 }

[midwinterfears-archive-deactiva]

What were one thousand and five hundred compared to two thousand four hundred twenty-three? But there was no way Kyla could sense how old was that ‘man’, she could have if he was a ghost, a half-breed of her species with a human or another vampire which he was not. The options were countless and perhaps if she put a little effort she would be able to find out what species he belonged to, however she was not in the mood to concentrate in such annoying individual.

“You aren’t my leader nor my king.” Simply assured the vampiress with a nonchalant shrug although remained quite calm it was obvious her statement was ominous. “Unless you’re an Old God from my homeland, I owe you no respect. Yet here I am being courteous towards such cheeky person.”

[demonsallupinyowindow]

There was an age old confidence about the vampire that intrigued him. It was the kind of self-assuredness you couldn't just pick up; only developed with every consecutive year of survival. Because that's when you knew you could do better than others on the most basic of levels. After that, it was just a matter of what you did with your time.

Even so, Tybalt wasn't going to let that dash him.

"And you are simply because you know of the royal blood that flows through me." He ignored the hints she was dropping because he couldn't care any less. Leaning forward, he smirked. "And Old God or not, you know I deserve respect."