His head buried beneath the pile of work that had begun to grow days earlier, which was left behind when he was busy to get the bar together for the upcoming event. It was the last thing that he wanted to do that day, when there were a million other things that could be done and the people that came and went through the bar were his usual enjoyment of the day. Bash needed to focus, but his thoughts were scattered between what needed to be done and the fact that he wanted nothing more than to walk away from it for a moment. Maybe two.
So he did, as he closed the book and pushed away from the corner of the bar that he’d been working in and glanced towards the patrons that filled most of the tables and seats at this time of day to prove that business was doing well. Better than it would have been if he hadn’t the help and the trust of those that worked for him, which reminded him to give them raises when the event was over for all their hard work. Still, as he moved to stand ― Bash couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched as he smiled politely to step around one of the bartenders that took up the spot that he usually filled.
That was when he heard the all too familiar voice, one that crawled up his spine and found a place in his chest that froze him into place. It couldn’t be him. The time that spun out between them since their last encounter had been long enough that it was thought to be the last, that they would find themselves on opposite ends of the world for the rest of their time here. But as he turned around, Bash knew it wasn’t the truth when his past was resting comfortably on a bar stool with two glasses being placed before him.
This was unexpected. He’d grown used to it, in the past, always somehow finding his way back to where Bash happened to be - or the other way around - but it didn’t make it any less surprising when they’d wind up under the same sky. “I didn’t realize the favorite of the house happened to be you. Wise choice,” he commented, his tone casual even as he reached for one of his drinks, expression mostly unbothered except for the cursory once-over he gave them. As though a vampire’s appearance would change much, outside of possible hair length and its maintenance.
Initially confused as he was, however, he made no move towards either getting up from his seat or approaching the beautiful, familiar face. Because Bashiano could never be a stranger to him, no matter the physical or emotional distance that separated them from time to time - both of them did know better than to try and pretend as such. His unoccupied hand made as if to slide the untouched drink in his direction, at the same time as he let his lips barely touch the contents of the one he held. Looking at Bash, still, waiting for whatever his next move would be. Some part of him eager to find out how exactly their bodies would react to one another this time around.
location: hearthstone bay - the bar right next to Pangean Beer
time: ?? not sure !!
status: closed @bashianofonte
“I’ve been told, on numerous opportunities, that this is the chosen place for a good brew,” Neal commented, his tone of voice casual as he chose one of the few open seats by the bar, gaze curiously taking in the ambiance of the shop itself before glancing sideways at the nearby patrons. “Though I do have to admit it’s not one of my particular specialties, so I’ll have to rely on what tastes good to me out of what’s recommended.” The corners of his lips tilted up, still, his face the pure picture of innocence. “Could I trouble you for whatever’s the favorite that is currently on tap?”
Fingers drumming almost absently on the bartop, unable to keep himself sitting still for too long, Neal’s eyes were naturally drawn yet again to those in the vicinity. His body stiffening somewhat as his mouth went dry, gaze sharpening into focus. Was this a type of curse they found themselves under, or some weird attempt of Greek fates of correcting what kept being broken time and time again? “Bring me two of them, actually,” he corrected his own order, eyes focused on Bash - pricking with enough force so as to make the other turn around. Look at him in return.
HAS LIVED IN ASTORIA FOR: Just a bit over two months
HEIGHT: 6′
HAIR COLOR: Black.
EYE COLOR: Blue.
Whilst born and bred in Scotland, part of an affluent family, Neal holds very little lost love towards his birthplace. He never lacked for much growing up, as a human, other than his biological mother -- who disappeared when he was almost too young to hold any real memories of her. What little he does remember when he allows himself to think back, would be her kind eyes, and the quiet way in which she showed her love for both him and his younger sibling - still a baby.
Unbeknownst to him, and because he’s based off the child of a vampire I very briefly played if a bit time-shifted, his mother disappeared due to an unfortunate run-in with a vampire that had grown obsessed with her, who turned her against her will, then kept her from finding any way to reach out to the family she’d left behind.
Also, one would have to be really really really really intimate with Neal for him to share his story so I’m mostly only mentioning it because I want it to be canon that he was/is the son of my other character.
He didn’t particularly care much for his stepmother - since his father remarried not too soon after his mother was declared dead - but held a good enough relationship to his brother into their adulthood.
Neal himself was turned - and thus his life began for the second time - due to his own bad habits in staying out late, attending gatherings with other men. He had been married, out of a sense of duty, but the married life wasn’t a happy one for him, and it produced no children of his own.
His newfound attitude towards his new abilities was... to go a little bit overboard with them. Enjoying thrills he’d never thought to experience, all under the guidance of his new sire. Someone who had, for some reason or the other, seen more potential in him than he’d thought he could possibly have.
One of the bigger influences in his life was, of course, none other than @bashianofonte . They first met as if by chance, two forces almost magnetically pulled together, in what was likely the absolute worst timing anyone else that crossed their paths ever had. Feeding, hunting, egging each other on - and then some - was their love language.
They might have been on-and-off for a long time, perhaps somewhat too destructive together to stand each other for far too long, but inexplicably always winding up within the same vicinity.
Is it sometimes on purpose? Neal would be hard pressed to say.
Works as night security at Astoria Studios! It pays well, and he doesn’t mind doing that type of grunt work. He particularly enjoys seeing what goes bump in the night.
He can be found very charming, by others, since he grew up in high society and taught how to present himself even before he could hold up his own fork. Neal relies on this to get by, but he might sometimes form a genuine affection for others. Be they coworkers or strangers he regularly sees wherever he’s haunting - like that bar stool that’s in his neighborhood that’s always occupied by the same few faces.
Is he being truly genuine when he acts friendly? Maybe so. Maybe not. He’ll weigh out the pro’s and con’s in every situation before he acts upon it - for the most part.
Some far more rash decisions have been made in the past. And some of them he just keeps on repeating.
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