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“Of course I was already up, you know I don’t like sleeping in.” She teased, moving to follow Quinn out the door. Illyssa never slept in if she could help it. Getting up early meant that she would give herself as much time as possible to do whatever it was she was planning on doing. No reason to waste time curled up in bed or loitering around with nothing to do. She kept herself busy and honestly Illyssa preferred it that way.

“We can stop for something if you’d like, tea for me though no coffee. It’s been centuries and I’m afraid I still can’t kick my tea habit.” She knew that Quinn was as uneasy as she was about this peace treaty. Especially now that the rumors that the hybrid was back. Everything seemed to be hanging on Vivian and Aleksander’s next move but neither leader was doing anything. Which just made everything feel that much more stressful. “Have you been in your office all night? Everyone calls me an overachiever but I think they should be looking at you.” She shook her head with a smile but they both knew that if Illyssa had her own office job she’d probably spend just as much time in her office as Quiin apparently did.

“I know you don’t like sleeping in.” He agreed. She was always up like him. Where he just worked himself into exhaustion, Illy seemed to just have everything perfectly planned. She slept the perfect amount. she got up at the perfect time. she seemed to have everything in perfect order. He wasn’t sure if it worked for her but the only stress she seemed to have was from the upcoming meeting and their leader’s next move.

“I just need coffee because, you’re right. I have been in my office all night. Something happened with a local lycan kid that I’m trying to cover up. The evidence is all pointing at him. He is a lycan and still did things in such a way that humans can convict him.” He wasn’t going to tell her that he had actually been staying even more at his office so he could spend time with Rejean, the vampire he had started to fall for. He could never tell any of them that, “Overachiever insinuates that my work actually achieves anything. I’m more of just a workaholic.”

◜.•° .•° .•°◞ ━━━━━━ || HAD THIS MAN been anything but a lycan, siwoo might have offered giving up his pretzel and gone to get a new one himself. or he may have just done a good deed and grabbed it for him. but unfortunately for them both, quinn is a lycan. the last thing siwoo wants to do is be civil with him. then again, he is drunk, and seemingly can’t look after himself. then again, he knows the signs now – the dog could come at him at any moment, perhaps to finish what his mates started fifty years prior. siwoo doesn’t trust him. “what did you do? drink to forget?” he sneers.

He was confused. What did he mean? He opened one eye to look at the other, trying to figure out what the meaning was behind his question. Did Siwoo know Quinn and Quinn wasn’t remembering?” Quinn wasn’t that drunk, he was just very buzzed and probably shouldn’t drive, “To forget what?” He frowns, finally sitting up again to look at the other fully, “I was just drinking because they kept bringing me drinks to my table.” He shrugged, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I can tell now that I have...”

#Siwoo

“That’s a fancy name,” Réjean hummed. “But old, yes, I see why you’d change it,” he agreed and adjusted his position to be more comfortable - cuddling into the lycan’s side instead of straight up on top of him. He caressed the man’s stubbly cheek and played with his hair before placing a teasing kiss just next to his lip and following it with a a playful laugh.

“Right, you didn’t even have smart phones back then… or the internet… or… anything. Seems like terrible times if you ask me. What did you do for like… fun?” Réjean had a hard time imagining it. He himself had grown up with technology all around him developing fast. You could almost call him addicted to social media and the attention gotten from strangers all around the world. It had been validating and he missed the clout he used to have. After running away from his father he had set all his profiles to private and not touched them since out of fear it would otherwise make it too easy for him to find him.

“your vernacular is... fun to listen to.” He mused quietly. Times were different and he had adapted but he would never again seem as young as Rejean was now. Never again. Rejean one day would lose that too, but Quinn hoped he would keep himself for as long as possible. Quinn didn’t know if he changed or if his views had just become old themselves. If he had changed or if everything about him had just sat and gathered dust, only left to remind him of his own youth. He hoped he was more than that. More than just a husk full of old memories. He hoped that Rejean wouldn’t grow bored of him.

“I don’t really want a smartphone now. Blackberries get email and text so I can still do business from them. the younger leechers in the pack convinced me that smartphones were better but I find them just more distracting. I can get the news on a paper, and I do every morning. I get four different newspapers, five on Sunday. I don’t even know what to do on the phone that is fun. I think I found a gambling game on there but it’s nothing like the real casinos.” He lifted his arm to check his watch, only to get a view of his tan line where the watch used to be. He forgot he had sold it to make a car payment. He played it off by lifting his other arm and rolling up his sleeves them settling his arms on Rejean’s hips, settling with him closer, “I gamble a lot and always have but I also rode horses and chased pretty boys. I was only twenty when I was turned and soon after the lycans were at war with the vampires. I didn’t really do anything for fun except sometimes I would hang out or work out with the other leechers but I was extremely dedicated to the cause. I’ve been a soldier or a college student my whole life. Even as a human I was going to school to become a lawyer. What do you do for fun?”

#Rejean

“‘They didn’t get away without damage’,” Cain imitated his friend with a laugh. A wide grin spread his lips knowing he’d gotten his friend. “Let me guess it’s just cause you were looking out for the pack and trying to avoid legal trouble?” He playfully bumped Quinn’s shoulder with his fist and then walked past him, searching the office for anything resembling booze.

He listens to Quinn talk about his debts and stops his search to look at him with his head crooked sideways. “Quinn, how much debt have you racked up?” He asks a strange mix of worry and amusement in his features. “You told me you’d quit a while ago.”

Quinn finally broke a smile. He had dug a hole that he would only dig deeper the more excuses he dished out. These excuses, Cain already knew, “I was! I always am. It is my main concern. That’s what drives me to gamble, how much effort I put into keeping your asses out of trouble. then it gets me in trouble.” He wadded up a receipt and tossed it at his friend’s heels.

His chest felt heavy as he saw Cain pause. He panicked and tried to think ahead of the question, which always gave him a rushed and worried look, and worried was the last thing he wanted from anyone. He had just had another leecher worry that he would end up in an urn on the mantle of the pack home, “I did stop. If I had been human it would have been a lifetime worth of sobriety.” He fidgeted with his cuff links, uncomfortable with the question, “I actually did pretty well, but living as long as we do... I just keep falling back into it.” He looked around, knowing that keeping things from Cain was not the best idea, “I lost the rent for the firm last month and I had to take out another loan to pay it. I’m surprised I got it with how bad my credit is, but they just wracked up the interest.” He shrugged like it was nothing, “I’ll figure it out.”

#Cain

favorite leechers?

He nods, pursing his lips, “Cain is probably my best friend. We have been close for some time now. I barely remember meeting him. It seems like he has always just been here. Then there is Illyssa. She is always there for me when I ask her to be. Our personalities match pretty well.” He taps his chin trying to think of more, “Miyu is really quiet but really nice and smart. I barely know the rest, if I’m being honest. I know them from training and being around the pack but that’s about it.”

@catcstrophcs @caininex @bitcmrks

#:eyes reflect the moon: ask:

More Facts about Quinn

Date of Birth (& age): May 8, 1369 (650) Place of Birth: Spain Gender: Cis-Male Species: Lycan Social Class/Community Status: Upper Language: Spanish and English Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: He is starting to fall for the vampire Rejean @rejeanroi and he is extremely close to his pack mates and the other leechers. Physical Description Height: 6 foot 2 inches Weight:190 pounds Hair: Black Eyes: Dark Brown Detailed Physical Description: Quinn looks young to be a lawyer with the degree he has and the case success he has under his belt. His hair is alsways in a perfectly touseled mess and his skin is always tanned. He is extremely fit from the years of training to do his job properly. Typical Clothing/Equipment: He can often be found in a suit or dress shirt and slacks. He sometimes wears a sleeveless hoodie and joggers to work out but not often. He has expensive watches and rings but he loses them often to gambling. Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: He is loyal and very protective. He is a perfectionist at work and a slacker everywhere else. If it means a lycan’s safety or life he is fully attentive but if it doesn’t, he is only half alert at all times. He is a chronic gambler so addiction is his main trait. Skills/Talents: He is a very skilled Lawyer. Favourites/Likes: He likes card games and winning in the courtroom Most Hated/Dislikes: Vampires (even though he is secretly dating one) Goals/Ambitions: To stay sober from gambling for more than one lifetime. Strengths: Very well educated in many legal systems Weaknesses: Very poor at impulse control Fears: His gambling will bring about his own death or death of someone he cares for. Hobbies/Interests: gambling and running marathons for charity. Regular Routine: He often stays late in the office, even staying over night, only to catch a few hours on the futon in his office. He returns home for lunch around noon to check on everyone in the pack that he can catch. He doesn’t really ever stay home but every so often he goes out to drink and crashes in his own bed. Philosophy of Life: Preserve the lycan species at all costs. Attitude Toward Death: He fears his death will mean the extinction of lycan. He feels if things have gotten bad enough for him to die, that lycans will be doomed. Religion/Beliefs: Catholic Fetishes/Strange Behaviors: He used to always go to a bar and pick someone up after a win in the courtroom, and will call old flames if he loses. Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience: He has seen many lycans killed in large groups and still has nightmares about it. The worst was when he joined the leechers. The leecher that trained him died in his arms during the first war. Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: Gay and falling for Rejean, a vampire. Education/Special Training: He has to retake college courses to stay a lawyer. He knows laws all the way back to the 1400′s in Spain and the U.S. Place/Type of Residence: He mostly lives in his office but his home is listed with the pack. Occupation: Attorney (mostly for the pack) Place of Work: An office he is senior partner at only a block from the pack. Work-related Skills: Past Occupations: Additional Notes: He is extremely intelligent and can even count cards but somehow when he starts to gamble he loses control of himself and his focus extremely quick. He also hates vampires purely because they wiped most of the lycan out when he was a newborn lycan. This has caused much internal conflict.

#facts #:court is in session: facts:

“Holy shit, six-hundred?” Réjean gasped and perked up, his head now leaned sideways on one of his hands while drawing little patterns on Quinn’s chest with the other. After a little over two years, it shouldn’t be much of a surprise that there was plenty vampires and lycans at several centuries old but it was still just as strange. It wasn’t something he could easily wrap his head around. They had lived through things he’d learned about in school and history always seemed rather abstract and far away even though he knew it wasn’t.

“What’s your full name?” Réjean asked, purring, the usual mischevious glimmer in his eyes. “If you don’t mind.” Not everyone was fond of having old things dredged up and some names were quite simply dead, Réjean would know and didn’t want to cause Quinn pain or offend him. “You must have many interesting stories to tell then?” If Réjean was anything, it was curious. Where he came from, knowledge was power and he’d been a master of charming his way in. It had been his only weapon and continued to be one of the few. But he harbored no no interest in harming Quinn unless he gave him reason to.

His laugh shook his body as it rolled from his chest, “Yes, six hundred.” He wasn’t disappointed when Rejean stopped kissing his neck. He enjoyed his touch, his mind so focused on the movement that he could have almost fallen asleep under the vampire. He jolted awake, that word startling his basic instincts. He hoped it didn’t show because Rejean was the one person he didn’t want to see that side of him. Rejean seemed so young, mentally too. He gave new life to the old Lycan that he couldn’t yet explain. He wanted to take Rejean out, show him to his friends, go on dates. This had started as a one night stand and this was only their second time meeting. Quinn had ripped vampires apart before. He would have murdered this older version of himself. What happens if the treaty goes away? He imagined the bloody war and just before Rejean was placed in that image in his mind he woke himself up to meet his eyes in the dark office.

His pains were dull and distant throbs, “Antonius.” He said in a low rumbling voice, obvious he was falling asleep. He didn’t want to, “I have some stories, but you don’t want to listen to an old man ramble on about time before black and white pictures.” He closed his eyes again, relaxing again and feeling himself almost drifting to sleep, “Antonius Quentin is my full name, if that gives any clue to my age. Old name.”

#Rejean

Cain arches his brows at Quinn’s story and a grin slowly spreads on his lips. Whatever the truth behind his bruises, if he thought he’d gotten himself out of the embarrassment he’d only made it worse for himself and easier for Cain to tease him. “So you got beat up by humans?” Cain didn’t even try to hide the laughter. Any anger he’d felt over the vampire and the way Quinn decided to run his office now had passed. This was too comical.

Pushing himself up from the chair, he crossed the distance between them and patted Quinn’s shoulder, still chuckling. “It’s good to be back,” he said winking and leaned against the other side of the window, enjoying the view of the city one had from up here. “Really, Quinn, whoever beat you up, let me deal with it. You got me out of plenty trouble, let me repay it,” Cain said his voice serious again. “And the window, of course,” he adds rolling his eyes. Quinn put way too much effort into his human cover if you asked him but then again if he didn’t who would save his ass from that annoying little thing that was human laws?

He had sedated Cain for the moment. Vampires were no longer on the menu. That’s all Quinn could ask for, in all honesty. Cain had always been one of the most volatile of them all. Quinn watched him move, elbowing him, “Shut up. There were close to twenty of them and they didn’t get away without damage.” He realized this sounded pathetic, but a grin spread across his lips and laughter even mixed with Cain’s, “Shut up.” He muttered again, a little embarrassed now.

Quinn had a choice now. A real choice. He could literally send Cain after any of his debtors. Any of them. He could just point to any of them and not have to worry about them. Hell, the landlord of the firm could even be taken care of. He shook his head. He couldn’t do that. It wasn’t in him, “I’ll just pay them back. I can take out another loan to pay for the firm and use the rent to pay the casino.” He turned and looked at Cain, “But thank you. I’ll keep you in mind because this isn’t the only casino I owe.”

#Cain

“Let me get that for you,” Cora smiled, taking his coat and hanging it up on the coatrack near the door. Her apartment wasn’t huge, so she could still hear him from near the door. It was pretty open-concept, which she loved. She sat back down, holding her wine with crossed legs. Her eyes widened slightly and she listened with interest when he explained that her husband had an ancestor that he was able to track down. She was slightly in shock, sort of looking away from the paperwork into midair, seeming to look at the wall but being unable to focus. Of course his brother would have had kids, it made sense. “So he’s my sort of, nephew-in-law-ish?” she asked, bringing her glass up to her lips yet again. “He’s here, isn’t he? In New York,” she said excitedly.

“Thank you, Cora.” He smiled. He liked the feel of her apartment. He had been contemplating his own apartment for some time. Especially now that he was entertaining the idea of being with a vampire. It was definitely more than a one night stand and he needed a place that they could be without putting the vampire in danger. He nodded to her question, “He is.” He pulled out a picture he had taken of Seph a few weeks back, “And he is technically part of this pack. The kid that joined three years ago.” He pulled out some more papers and sat them in front of her, “These I got illegally through some connections so I have to take them back but medical and college records. He goes to college around here. Three years ago he was injured and thought he wouldn’t cheer again but then he made almost a full recovery in a month. I believe he had been bitten about then. He lives both with the pack and on campus.”

◜.•° .•° .•°◞ ━━━━━━ || SIWOO REMAINS WARY of lycans, no matter their personalities or backgrounds or faces. that is all irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, because the vampire knows what they’re like. he knows the differences between their species; has researched far and wide into the beef between them to learn of why they would ever go as far as they did with him and with calus. eventually he comes to one simply conclusion – they’re complete asses. so it goes without saying that being in the presence of a lycan again is a less than satisfying experience. when he’s addressed, siwoo turns his head sharply towards the other. he could have ignored the fact that he fell (somewhat drunkenly) beside him, with his guard still up but not ready to fight without incentive. but then quinn has to speak, and siwoo’s eyes narrow dangerously, muscles tensing. “there’s a cart just down there.” siwoo gestures lightly with his head, gaze never leaving the lycan’s.

Quinn doesn’t notice the change in other’s demeanor at all. He is too tipsy to notice the potential danger. If attacked he could sober up pretty fast but until then he just enjoys the feeling of not really feeling much. He reclines on the steps, letting his head loll back. He groggily stares up at the stars, “Hey, I’ll be on my way in just a moment. I didn’t mean to just crash next to you, I’m just a little further off than I thought.” He has to keep his eyes open, he knows he will fall asleep if her doesn’t. He will wake up to a police escort if he does that. As good of a lawyer as he is, he can’t afford to bail himself out, “Thanks for the information though. As soon as my head stops spinning I’ll leave you alone and go grab myself one of those.” He promises with a drunken huff.

Gravel crunching beneath her feet was the only thing keeping her grounded at this point. The steady pace at which they walked, heel-toe, heel-toe, and the slight breeze that ruffled through her thick hair every now and then. Accalia deemed herself lucky for only associating with people that seemed to feel the same as she did about the peace treaty, but she knew it wouldn’t always be that way. As much as she wanted to befriend those with different views than her to sway their opinions, she knew from experience that lycans and vampires alike were too stuborn, and she had given up before even trying. “I just hope you’’re right,” she sighed softly, crossing her arms.

He let his hand drop after a moment, not wanting the touch to be deemed inapropriate or to make her uncomfortable, “ I think this summit might be a good thing. No one shares this opinion. It’s not an outcome many even consider. Everyone thinks just because we are there in a confined space together that there is going to be a bloodbath.” He pulled his hood up, it starting to get more chilly as they walked, “This could be good.”

Jareth felt his eyes roll in frustration. He was already frustrated from having to talk about Ivy when he didn’t want to, and now this on top of it was just making him angry. “And vampires attacked my home and the love of my life. I get that you have ‘more experience’,” he put air quotes around the words to emphasize them, his gaze steady on Quinn’s face, “but you shouldn’t be negating my opinions either. You’d clearly already had a change of heart towards vampires, so wouldn’t it be beneficial to you to open up more to the idea of them? Stay grounded and alert without being a complete asshat about it?”

He lifted his brows as Quinn said this, a disbelieving scoff leaving the back of his throat. “You have your own opinions, Quinn. i know you, and I know that you won’t always bend and break for everyone, so you’re spewing some bullshit right now.” Anger bubled up in his chest then, and he stepped impossibly close to Quinn, his gaze nery murderous. “Don’t you dare call me Child. you have no right to negate me or the way I am because I’m not as old as you. Keep your fucking opinion and your lies. I’m done here.” Wt that, Jareth turned on his heel and stalked off, ready to hide away for the rest of the night.

“Don’t air quote. This isn’t a competition about who had done better with vampires. I have just seen a lot more war than you. It’s hard to look someone you have fought for 600 years and just let it go. I’m scared of them, with good reason. I’m trying to warn you that there is good reason for my feelings. I am working with a vampire because my Alpha wants peace. How is that me being an asshat? I’m vigilant.”

He snarled deep in his chest, watching the other lycan with burning anger, “What lies!? I told you that I’m working with him to keep the peace as my alpha asked!” He roared and grabbed a metal banister off someone’s porch, bending it until it snapped, the metal making a horrid twisting sound, “I wish I hadn’t come down there to find you. I don’t deserve this.”

“Take a fucking nap, you baby.” He threw a chunk of metal but it went nowhere near Jareth as it was more out of frustration in general and not anger towards Jareth.

“You don’t think they’re as amped up about tamping down their bloodlust as some of us are?” Isobel asks, her eyes blazing softly with irritation - it’s the look of someone who’s played every game thinking ten steps ahead, and who can’t understand why no one else is stuck in the present. “You don’t think a vampire-owned casino would be the perfect place to get rid of a few more lycans, without any slaps on the wrist from their elders, if for some reason you can’t pay them?” A sigh leaves her lips. “I know who runs what because information is currency. How else do you think I make enough money to support the pack? Secrets are costly.” Another sigh, this one more exhausted than angry, and she’s dropping her arms before leaning back against the bar. “Saying that you’re getting out is all well and good, but I’m not going to ease off until you’reactually out. Our world is too dangerous of a place right now to be messing with the wrong people.”

He looked down, crossing his arms. He had heard it a million times from a million different people. The words had lost meaning. He knew Isobel cared and Isobel thought he was stupid for falling into this over and over, and honestly he was. He was a dumbass at times, but he just couldn’t shake this vice. How possibly could he? Living as long as he had, he just continued to relapse. He had tried. He really had. And if he had been human, he would have been off of it for a whole human lifespan. He had actually done really well, “I’m careful. I promise. I only take money I have. I only play the amount of money I have. The problem is the bills that money was supposed to go to. I swear I don’t give them the opportunity for any of that.” He nodded, knowing she was right, “We won’t meet like this again.”

#Isobel

It wasn’t hard for her to make eye contact with Quinn. It wasn’t hard for her to make eye contact with anyone, really, but this particular lycan made her feel safe. He never once gave her the impression that she couldn’t trust him, and that’s why she was so open with him. “I just hope that the leechers that truly don’t like vampires use it as an excuse. Does that make sense at all? I’ve met vampires that are completely harmless, and I’ve met some that only ever want to harm. What about the ones in the middle?” Accalia felt an overwhelming amount of sadness overtake her, and she had to look away. “I trust you and I trust her. It’s others I don’t trust.”

He nodded lightly as he listened, starting to walk with her again. He understood that entirely. The fear that someone would jump before the race started and someone else would take advantage. Of course he worried about that too. His close friend Cain was one of those that would step the moment anyone else stepped. There was a time that Quinn was barely any better. He shook his head, “We wouldn’t do that. The leechers are disbanded but we follow Vivian. Her word is law. We are going to surprise you.” He put a hand on the middle of her back, rubbing it lightly, “I don’t think anyone wants to be branded as the one who broke the peace.”

#Ace

“I’m not letting it happen, Quinn. If I let it happen, I wouldnt be able to live with myself. I defend my pack against those that deserve to be fought. But it wouldn’t be fair of me to bunch them all together. They present themselves as a threat, I treat them like a threat. And the ones I don’t know aren’t let in unless I feel like I can trust them. Don’t you dare pin the incomeptency of those other packs on lycans like me.” He was angry now, the vein in his neck bulging as he stared Quinn down.

“Yeah, that’s how how we’re playing. you’re standing here and telling me how all vampires are the cause of lycans nearly going extinct, but being a hypocrite because you’re willing to work with one. I can smell the lie on you, Quinn. I’m nice, tht doesn’t mean I’m a fucking moron.” Jareth rolled his eyes angrily and turned from Quinn, stalking back in the direction of the pack’s headquarters. “You let me know when you’re done lying to everyone and sputtering fake gospel and a species you know nothing about.”

“Jareth! What the fuck? Why are we fighting. I wasn’t saying you couldn’t have your views of vampires. I was saying that vampires killed my friends and family in the past and have taken advantage of the chances I have given. Every time I have given them. I didn’t say that you were incompetent. I was saying that when given the chance in the past vampires have taken advantage. In the past they ran us to extinction. They had us as slaves. Some of them in the coven in town here were part of that. You fought one war, I’ve been part of two. I’ve seen our people enslaved. People who give their enemy a chance get stabbed in the back. I’ve just been burned too many times to risk being as accepting as you.” He turned and met his angry glare.

“I am working with vampires, because my alpha dictates it. We have to be at peace. I’ not going to be the heathen that breaks peace over a small case here and there. I know more than you, Child. I have known vampires since I was a child. You weren’t affected for a hundred years of your life.” He watched the other leave, “I wasn’t saying you couldn’t have your own opinion, why would you say I can’t have mine?”

#Jareth

“That,” Isobel states, her expression thoroughly unamused as she crosses her arms over her chest, “is one of the worst excuses I’ve heard from you, and I’ve heard a lot. Did it cross your mind that I know which places are run by whom? And not only that, but that it might even be information I was willing to share, if it means that we might not have to keep meeting like this?” It comes off as cold because it’s meant to, but Isobel wouldn’t make a fuss like this if she didn’t care about the outcome. When it comes down to it, she would prefer it if he came out of this unscathed. “You paying me back is not the problem. The problem is that it’s going to get out of hand: you’re going to have a debt I can’t pay, and then we’ll have to add another urn to the brownstone’s living room, or worse.”

“Oh please.” He scoffed, crossing his arms and pacing around the office, “You aren’t going to have to put anyone on the mantle. I’ve never gotten in that bad. Never. I always pay the dangerous ones, I pay the casinos. My debts are to landlords and electric company.” He sighed, looking out the window, “I didn’t know that you knew who ran what. How do you know who runs what? I didn’t take you for the gambling type.” He finally looked to her again, now that the shame she laid on had eased a little, “Come on. I have gotten better over the years. I’m getting out of it. I am. I took on some humans at the firm so I can pay what I need to back. I’m getting out.”

#Isobel

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