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"Don't be upset by the results you didn't get with the work you didn't do"
Independant, multiverse, multiship, single muse OC RP blog for Sebastián. Based in the World of Darkness Universe. Crossovers easily with high fantasy, modern fantasy, MCU and apocalyptic settings.
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Kyle blushed and began to fidget. He had asked if the other could make a tangible duplicate of himself for Kyle's first time. He wanted it to be really special and he thought two of his boyfriend could help take care of all of his needs without spreading himself too thin. Plus Kyle was scared it was going to hurt. "I just... I have a twin fantasy. And having two of my boyfriend would make things less difficult and scary for my first time."
Sebastián studied every single word that Kyle offered, not in rejection but in actual consideration. He nodded slowly, understanding the petition uttered by his boyfriend.
"A tangible clone," he thought aloud, the gears in his mind shifting. "That requires... a lot of magic schools I am not versed in, but perhaps..."
He made a small pause, considering the tools he actually had.
"Actually, I could do something to achieve that," he looked up, his resolve firmer now. "But are you sure having two Sebastián's would make it easier for you? That sounds counter productive."
Brian beamed when Sebastian lunged at him, the second kiss was even better than he could’ve imagined. His arm held tight to the smaller man, his tongue slipped out to match the deep kiss. He poured so much pent up desire into one kiss, his hand gently gripping onto his bicep while the two of them just sat there happily making out for what felt like forever, but somehow not long enough.
“I don’t know, I’d argue I was the lucky one cos I was lucky enough to have the sweetest hottest guy ever wait my table… either this is the most elaborate way to earn a tip ever or I’ve hit the jackpot” he whispered, gently nuzzling against the smaller man and looking right into his eyes that were just so captivating that he knew he was fully Sebastian’s.
He let his hand slowly move from Sebastian’s shoulder up to his head, gently running his fingers through his date’s hair as he just smiled to him, before a strong cool wing made him shiver just a little “God I really don’t want this night to end, you’re just so damn amazing Seb and I want to just make this last all night… but I know it’d probably be a little creepy to ask you to come to my house on our first date but… I really want to ask, just so I can have a few more hours with you” he was blushing a little as he spoke, his breathing soft and shallow “You totally can say no but… if you want, my apartment’s not too far, if you want to”
Now, he had a really hard time believing that this was actually happening. Life had been rough enough so far for him to just accept such luck, so easily... But even if he distrusted the whole situation, he was too drunk and too smitten by the other's attention to worry about that in the moment.
Instead, much against his own anxious nature, Sebastián just allowed himself to go with the flow, making himself just as comfortable in leaning against Brian's bigger frame and smiling wide at him.
"Lead the way," he said simply, more than willing to continue their date wherever. He'd make sure to text his location to his best friend on the way there, for extra safety... But there was no way he'd deny Brian of this.
"I don't want our date to end just yet either, even if it's getting hella cold out here." A gentle confession as he stood up, and he made sure to throw away his trash in the bin nearby before he offered his hand for Brian to take. "The only disclaimer is that I have class early tomorrow, so I can't stay up like suuuuuuper late."
Emilia giggles softly as she follows him. She’s actually excited, mostly to properly hang out with one of the newbies but also partially for food. As soon as they get to the kitchen, she pulls herself up onto the kitchen counter, swinging her legs as she watches him.
The walk towards the kitchen was calm. The tower seemed to be rather peaceful those days. Hopefully it would stay that way, but he knew better than to keep his hopes up.
"Say, how spicy do you like your food?" he asked mindlessly, turning around to face her for a moment before he started pulling all of the ingredients he'd be needing from the fridge and the pantry.
"And don't say 'however you want to make them', because I am mexican and if I have my way with it, you'll die."
While Marc had been trying to be a little cheeky and just get some physical traits, he had to admit the more sincere answer he got was kind of sweet. It was clear that the man was never going to be quite as wicked as Marc was and, while he was still determined to at least get him to have one fun hookup while they were roomies, he was a little intrigued to see if he could pull off a normal bit of matchmaking.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sudden hit from the pillow, giggling as he fell to his side and grabbed the wall, a dopey grin on his face as he sat back up “I mean, I was hoping for that but… well, now I’ve got a bit more info to work with” he said with a playful grin, reaching over and just playfully poking his new friend in the leg “You’re a curious man, I have to admit. Not used to men like you who want a guy who they can have a conversation with, I’m used to hanging out with people who are less about the talking unless what’s being said is ‘oh god, yes, harder daddy’” he fully performed the orgasmic cries, before letting out another giggle and looking back to Sebastian “But duly noted, keep an eye out for good conversationalists who like coffee and… monogamy, which is a kink you’re very welcome to keep”
He leaned back a little, rubbing his thighs “But hey, since I asked… and hell, because who knows if we’ll find the same people, I’m a simple boy who likes a nice set of abs and big dicks… I’m a bit of a cock connoisseur, lost my gag reflex at 19, yet to meet a man who I couldn’t take to the base… OK one but you have to ask very nicely for that story” he grinned, grabbing the pillow to playfully hit Sebastian’s arm “Come on, you gotta have at least one physical part that gets you going. I can respect being into people for who they are but we’re all a little pervy sometimes, you gotta have one thing you can’t help but stare at”
All of Sebastián's thoughts came to a halt when Marc decided that he had to moan to get his point across, and now the newcomer with his prodigious memory had those noises seared into his brain. Because, of course, he needed to know exactly what his hot roommate sounded when cumming.
He had to shake his head for a moment to shake the thoughts away. But it was proving to be really hard with Marc giving even more information about his own sexual prowess.
"Well... I mean... If you wanna share that story, I can bribe you with gummy bears that I have somewhere in here..." he trailed off, using it as an excuse to look away from Marc for a moment and start digging into his backpack in search for his treats.
"I suppose... I can admit that I really like redheads, and men who are slightly taller than me. And big smiles. A man with a big smile is always gonna get my attention.... And I am aware that I just described you, but I mean that respectfully, alright?"
Brian was a little stunned that his cheesy line got such a reaction, rubbing the man’s back as he coughed and turned a little red. “Damn I hope not, haven’t even gotten that second date yet so you’re not allowed to die on me” he exclaimed with a big grin, still rubbing the man’s back just trying his best to make sure that Sebastian could breathe again “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to make you weak… but if compliments like that are gonna make your heart skip a beat, you might want to get ready for a lot of heart skipping cos I got a ton of those already ready to go”
The look on his face made it clear how serious he was, it felt like he’d gotten one heck of an upgrade from his original planned date when he managed to be lucky enough to meet Sebastian. The man was almost exactly his type and just looking at Sebastian in the moonlight made it clear that he was truly perfect in so many ways. Brian’s hand moved up from Sebastian’s back and just rested on his shoulder, as gentle and tender as could be “I guess then in the name of making sure you don’t choke on me again… just swallow whatever you’re eating now, cos I don’t think I can hold myself back another minute”
He waited just a little, making it clear he was serious before leaning in and pressing a soft tender kiss against Sebastian’s lips. It wasn’t intense, it wasn’t deep, it was just a soft tender almost chaste kiss on the lips he’d been constantly looking at all night. He held, just lingering there for a moment before finally pulling back and looking into those eyes “...you’re really just… perfect Seb. Absolutely perfect”
"You have to warn a guy before giving him heart attacks, though!" Seb groaned, smiling too in amusement at the dynamic that was developing between them. While it was true that the latino wasn't exactly shy or coy, he wasn't used to getting attention that way. It was lovely in ways that overwhelmed him a little.
So he was thankful for the warning, and he made sure to swallow the last bite of his meal properly before he noticed Brian leaning in. Of course he allowed it; their lips met gently, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Sebastián was almost embarrassed at how eager he was to enjoy the affections of this older man.
In fact, when Brian pulled back, it was Sebastián himself who lunged forward for a second kiss. This time, however, he made it deeper. Slow, sure, but he kissed Brian with the intention of a boy who had spent too long without feeling wanted.
"Don't talk to me like you're not a dream come true yourself," he murmured when he inevitably pulled back for air, remaning close enough to bask in the other's warmth. Before he knew it, Sebastián's hand was on the other's thigh, and he was scooting closer too. The sight of the lake was forgotten.
"I must be the luckiest guy, to wait your table just the day you got stood up..."
"Wait, her workshop? You have access to that?" Dorian looked up from searching, for once taken by surprise. The mention of anything being at an Order of Hermes site was impressive. Hell, he'd never met an actual member, and yet here he was, eating breakfast and planning out an investigation of one. He considered himself lucky for once.
With newfound appreciation, Dorian gave Sebastian another good, hard look. He was gorgeous. The idea of someone being that put together and having access to those sorts of resources, well…let's say it made Dorian's pants feel much tighter around him. The fact he hadn't flirted yet was an absolute miracle.
"So, finding someone by linking objects, people, places…or what have you…you really need an anchor. Hair's the gold standard — clippings, a lock, whatever. A toothbrush or hairbrush, anything she touched every day. Even her phone would work, honestly, you can do some weird magic with phones if you know how. Worst case, her favorite, but that will get me her general location." His eyes drifted as he thought through some of their options. "If it comes down to that, it's going to take longer to find her. So I hope you can dig up one of her brushes at this workshop you have."
But when asked who exactly he meant by "friend" when he talked about outsourcing… he felt stuck. He hated answering these questions.
"Look, I know how it sounds when I say 'my friend' can help. But he's legit. I mean, he's kind of annoying, but he's someone I trust. Like, no-question trust. My-life-in-his-hands trust, and I don't say that about…" he paused, squinting slightly "… anyone, actually? But it's different. We grew up together. Kind of…well, no, we did…" he waved it off. "… anyway, point is, if you've got her phone or, hell, her lucky sock, we might not have to use him, or at least he can make things easier if we still do. I bet he's outside right now, peeking through a window."
Dorian's eyes drifted over Sebastian again, really seeing him this time, and he sighed. "So, how hard would it be to get access to her workshop right now? Like, 'need my supervisor's signature' hard, or 'sure, you can pop in before lunch' kind of hard?"
Dorian wasn't alone in his attraction. Sebastián was also enjoying what he saw a lot, but his professional streak kept him focused on the task at hand. Flirting and fun could wait until the case was done, or until they've made at least some kind of breakthrough.
"... Not doing the best job at selling this friend of yours, if I'm honest," Sebastián added gently. There was concern in his voice, for he always tried to do a flawless job, but it was devoid of ill intent or judgement. If it truly came to that, he was willing to use any card available. But the less variables he had to account for, the better.
A sigh escaped him as he tried to refocus. Seb took the last sip of his coffee and put the mug aside, leaning a little closer over the table just to emphasize the weight of his next words.
"I am the Quaesitor assigned to this investigation by the Order of Hermes," he explained softly. "That means I have acces to her workshop and to the documents of her researches and all of that. Think of it as... having a warrant, I suppose."
He left the words hang in the air for Dorian to process and get a proper grasp of what Sebastián's role was in this case. It hung somewhere between detective and lawyer; depending on the case, mostly detective.
"Hmmm... I suppose getting to her workshop today is possible. I merely need to register our visit and, of course, register your participation as a consultant. That should take us an hour, tops."
Marc had to chuckle a little at the shock of how high his bodycount was, he had to admit he thought it was on the low side so seeing the shock in Sebastian’s face was just amusing. Of course hearing how low Sebastian’s count was had Marc looking shocked “Two? Two? I’m sorry you have a face like that and only 2? Oh that’s just… look, I get that you have a scholarship and I’m totally understanding that studies are important, but hotties like us shouldn’t have a single digit body count”
He really was just stunned, honestly he thought Sebastian was the exact kind of guy he’d of done anything to spend the night with so the fact that he hadn’t been drowning in eager bottoms was a shock that Marc wasn’t going to get over any time soon.
“Sorry just… well, it always stuns me when a smart hottie isn’t drowning in it so this is a lot for me… god, and here I thought I’d be the shocking one” he joked with a playful smile “Look, all I’m saying is if you want to get some, I’m down to be a wingman. Don’t think I’d need to do much, I’ll just point at that face and every bottom around here’s gonna have a new favourite seat”
He casually scratched his chest, just buzzing with excitement of the fun he could have with Sebastian and getting the man out “So what kind of guys are you into? Just so I know for when I inevitably manage to drag you out to a party… it might take me a while but I’m gonna do it at some point so I just wanna be prepared”
He could only blink in confusion at Marc's outrage about his sexual experience. Up until that moment, Sebastián never considered it to be too little. In fact, he thought it was just the normal experience for any boy who was only starting college. Had he been too sheltered? No, not really. Maybe he was just too committed to his past relationship to sleep around as Marc probably had.
"I... Don't think I want every bottom around here flocking me, really," he thought, smiling still even when the idea of drawing so much attention to himself surely made his anxiety spike a little bit. Nah, Marc must've been joking. He had to be joking.
"I guess I was just faithful to my boyfriend? We were monogamous... and the relationship lasted about a year or so-" Relationship, he said, as if his ex wasn't some closeted idiot who left him for dead the second their romance risked being exposed. "I suppose... I'm attracted to men I can have a conversation with, you know? Over coffee, before and after sex... I lose interest very easily. Maybe I haven't had that much experience because I'm really picky, not because I've lacked suitors..."
He reaches for his pillow and smacked Marc on the side with it, if only as part of the friendly banter. But that's when something hit him.
"Or wait, did you mean what kind of physical traits I find attractive?"
Marc was actually bouncing with genuine glee as he listened to Seb, enjoying the cheeky moment with his roomie who was opening up to him already. It was a delight to know that he could be a gay mentor of some kind and pull this man out of his shell to learn more about him than he expected so soon.
“Oh don’t be shocked, I look at everyone’s ass but damn, a top? Here I thought this town was out of tops, I thought all we had were some verses and bottoms who reluctantly topped out of necessity so you sir are gonna be very popular” he reached over and playfully tweaked the man’s nose, trying to be as playful as he could with his new friend “God, I’m gonna walk in on you fucking a twink, I know it, I’m calling it, I’m putting 10 bucks on it right now”
He was truly thrilled and it showed in his smile, just seeing the other man “So, you gotta tell me what your body count is cos a sexy top with a nice ass? It’s gotta be high… I mean, not to brag but I’m up to 89 in the last year alone, but that was a slow year cos of finals and stuff so… come on, spill” he exclaimed with joy, wanting to really keep the mood as light and fun as he could with the other man and maybe see if he could get the man so used to his slutty ass that he might be able to arrange a casual hookup situation.
It was new. Definitely new. He had never met anyone who was so genuinely excited to hear about him, and considering he was just moving into the city and knew absolutely no one yet, perhaps finding a good friend who could support him since day one was the best possible outcome. Sebastián wasn't usually so big on sharing about his private life, but the thrill of chatting with Marc was making it very hard not to.
"I, huh-- Really don't plan on fucking people on the regular, though," he laughed, not bothered at all by Marc touching his face and finding the whole exchange more amusing than anything else. "I have a scholarship to keep. For reals, I don't think I'll be getting laid as much as you think I will, even if I top."
Odd. Talking about sex with basically a stranger was also a new experience... But he figured, the sooner he built some trust with his roommate, the better off they both would be.
"Wait, 89!?" he repeated, a little surprised at the number. "I-- wow. There is no way I can compete with that, Marc. I've only ever had sex with two people before. A... Random hook up and my ex boyfriend back in Mexico. Now it look like I'm out of my league here."
Brian smiled a little as he took a little bite of his food, just enthralled by Sebastian and how truly sweet and charming he was. He kept his hand right on Sebastian’s bicep, hugging the man to his side as tenderly as he could while enjoying this. It was definitely so much more his style than the date he’d planned, and he was already making a mental note that this kind of date seemed to work well for Sebastian.
“Then your ego’s gonna be massive by the time I’m done cos I’m not quite out of praise just yet” he stated as though it was the most obvious thing he’d ever said. He felt his heart flutter just knowing he’d impressed the man at least a little “Well if you want more dates Sebastian, I’m more than happy to give you them… maybe when you come to my library, if you come near close we can just explore together after I shut, a nice little book date for a couple of hot nerds like us”
Just then Brian gestured over to the nearby pond, seeing a couple of ducks landing and splashing around just being adorable “Definitely some of the best views in the city” he said before pointedly turning to look right at Sebastian “Oh wait, found a better view… see, you’re not gonna stop getting compliments tonight so you might wanna get used to it” he whispered, his eyes flickering to Sebastian’s lips just for a second and thinking about making that move but he didn’t want to scare Sebastian off by being too forward, so he just smiled and gave the man a sweet squeeze.
Sebastián's eyes lit up immediately at Brian's idea of a library date. It's not just how much the younger man loved books, but the fact that the other was willing to indulge him with it. And not just indulge him, but break the rules for him... Staying after closing hours, just them and the books, maybe a snack? Seb's idealistic heart was already swelling in excitement.
"Ay, hombre. I don't even care how the rest of today's date goes. Just name the day and I'll show up for our hot nerds book date. That's a promise," Seb offered, smiling widely as he looked at Brian. Hell, he even made sure to scoot a little bit closer in appreciation of such a great idea. And, of course, in appreciation of the hypnotizing man it came from.
Now, he was just about to flirt back when Brian attacked him with the better view line, at it caught him so off guard that he nearly choked on his food. He coughed a little (maybe a lot), trying not to laugh and not to get too red in embarrassment. What was this? He had never gotten such attention and it was starting to make him a little erratic, even when he loved every second.
"You're gonna kill me!" he groaned, the smile just as big and tears in his eyes from trying not to die, or maybe from laughing too hard, the line was blurry. "Warn a guy before you make his heart skip a beat. I'm weak... You're making me hella weak, man..."
"A simple spell," Dorian repeated, staring at Sebastian's calm face. He pointed his fork at the napkin. "Right. You just said some magic mumbo jumbo, did one of those dramatic Hermes finger waves at that napkin, and poof. Easy. Nothing to it. You, my friend, are severely underselling how impressive that is."
Dorian lifted what remained of what could have charitably been called breakfast with the fork. The small square of pancake tilted dangerously before being devoured in one bite. If anything, Sebastian's use of magic gave him an idea of how he could handle a few problems of his own.
With nothing to focus on but Sebastian, he was hot, which was distracting; he could admit that. Dorian finished his plate before pushing it towards the middle of the table. "As for the sword bit. You're Order of Hermes," He said, like that explained literally everything. "You guys have the whole ancient, stuffy, DnD wizard vibe going on. You're basically all Merlin, and Merlin hangs out with Arthur, and Arthur has the sword in the stone, so I just figured they assigned you a sword at graduation...or a d20 so you can roll for charisma or what stat wizards use."
He waved a hand, dismissing his own train of thought while pulling Amanda's file out of the duffle. It was a brown, weathered piece of cardboard tied together with twine. Everything inside was handwritten, with meticulous notes, detailed descriptions, and even sketches that helped Dorian understand and interpret some of Amanda's dreams. Her handwriting was scribbled out, highlighted, and doodled over.
He let go of the bow before he flipped it open, digging through for an item of hers. Any item, really. He needed an anchor, some connection Correspondence could latch onto, and to see if he could make some progress in locating Amanda. Now that was a 'simple spell'.
"No idea where she'd hide," he answered, finding nothing on her in there and grabbing up the bag. Dorian tipped it sideways, rummaging with both hands to get deep. He frowned as he continued, "But I know a friend who can put out feelers. If I had something of Amanda's, I could just do it myself, trace the connection from the object to her, but she bolted before I could grab anything useful. So we have to outsource. My friend can find her; I just have to ask him to look around. It’s just going to take a minute. Or a few hours. Depends on how cooperative the neighborhood spirits are being today."
Was it truly impressive? Sebastián had learned to perform that spell ages ago, or so it felt like. Dorian's flattery, however, had him looking at the sygil on his napkin with renewed interest. People at the Order always said he was a prodigy; maybe they had a point.
"Well... I suppose some of my peers do like swords, or sticking to the whole dark academia vibe. I'm more of a... scribbling sygils with a sharpie on whatever surface's available... But I'm also one of our youngest, so maybe that's why."
It wasn't a diss on the Order, but more of a statement of how much he stood out even in that context. His mentor sure loved the concept of swords, but Sebastián himself would pick a gun over then any day of the week.
But he remained quiet for a moment, studying Dorian and the folder he was just pulling out to browse through, what he imagined, was Amanda's psychological case. As promised, he didn't pry. First and foremost, a Quaesitor respected the law, and the law protected Amanda's privacy... For now, at least.
"Well, I do have access to Amanda's workshop back at the Order's HQ," he mused in response to Dorian's idea. He wasn't the fondest of spirits, because they were flimsy and whimsical and not as reliable as a mage like him would like... So if he could help diminish their room for error, he would.
"What kind of object would we need? ... And who is this friend you're talking about?"
"Mm. Yet you wonder why we have survived for so long?" The Kindred Elder uttered, less of a question and more of a statement as those chilled blue eyes gazed down at the mage. "Right under your noses." He added with a subtle yet dry sense of amusement. At least, amusement in Galeb's own particularly brand of the sentiment.
Though he didn't move as Sebastian shifted, lowering a little to rest the side of his head against the vampire's chest, feeling the steady beat of a usually silent heart thrum against him. It was always a strange feeling. So used to the emptiness in his chest, no beat, no warmth, just dusty and unmoving, yet when he used the blush of life, there it was, something he longed for, something he missed -- - every beat of his dead and cold heart.
A warm hand lifted, resting against the far side of his lover's head, holding him close as he leaned down, pressing a kiss into his hair. "I do." He commented, all that he was willing to give away about he felt, perhaps all he could muster. Truthfully, whenever it faded away, he felt that loss all over again, mourning what pulsed through his body, the silence it left behind. "Enjoy it while it lasts, küçük sihirbazım."
"Well, I wouldn't say I've wondered how you've survived this long," he murmured against the other's embrace. "I learned from a very young age just how resourceful and tenacious your kind can be."
Coming from a mage like him, it could've been condescending. Yet, Sebastián's voice only held admiration. As if he truly found something to redeem in a group as problematic as vampires. That's how he had made it this far in life, after all: learning a little bit from everyone and everything, disregarding who or what they are.
"I guess it's temporary," Seb thought aloud, still focused in the rhythm of his lover's heart. "It must be tiring, forcing your body to emulate life... I, of course, know very little of the inner working of Kindred abilities, but if I were to produce similar results with magic... it would be very taxing to someone like me."
He then looked up, leaning forward to steal a gentle kiss from Galeb's lips.
"Thank you for going so far for me, hermoso. I really appreciate it."
As Sebastian's hand reached across the table, Dorian's fork speared into the last of his pancakes. The pronged ends scraped the edge of his plate as an ugly, high-pitched freak squealed. The sound scraped against his ears, causing his shoulders to hunch up around his ears, as he jerked the fork back as if the plate had bitten him.
A sound like that in a diner full of people would have disappeared into the noise, buried under the TV above the register, and the kitchen and that baby who hadn't stopped screaming since they walked in. But it only sounded louder.
The TV was still on. He could see it, the morning news, some weather woman talking about the chance of rain today. But the sound wasn't reaching him. The kitchen was still going, he could see the cook moving through the pass window, but the clatter, the grease-pop, the yelling — gone. He couldn't hear the baby. He could see it, still going, still doing the red-faced screaming thing it had been doing since they had sat down. His eyes went to the napkin, at whatever Sebastian had drawn on it
"What did you just do? Why can't I hear the baby? I could hear the baby like two seconds ago, and now I — what did you do? What is that?"
The whole time Sebastian was talking, Dorian kept his head low, his eyes down, hiding any signs of relief on his face. He felt bad about Amanda, and he didn't want to shake those feelings. Although he did appreciate what Sebastian was trying to do for him. It wouldn't change the fact that he had failed one of his patients; now it was a lesson he had to learn and a price Amanda had to pay.
"If something got into her, I can help with that. I know enough about spirits to find one if it's hiding in someone, I've done it before. It's not — I'm not an expert, but I know what to look for."
Every time Dorian spoke about spirits, he couldn't help but let his mind wander to the Dreamspeakers. It wasn't like any of those shamans were his teachers or mentors. No, they left that up to the totem. But thinking about them naturally led him to his mother…
"Wait. Back up. Did you just say Time sphere? Do you have Time magic? Like actual Time magic? How is that fair? I can talk to spirits, and you can mess with Time? What else are you hiding? Can you fly? Do you have a sword? I feel like you have a sword."
"Ah, it's just a simple spell. To give us some privacy," Sebastián noted calmly, pointing at the sygil on the napkin. It was a basic Forces effect, just to alter the way soundwaves travelled around. Subtle enough not to give him a truck of backlash in paradox. "I figured... Since we were going to discuss sensible topics, it was best not to get any curious ears involved."
Much like Dorian, he also took the privacy of his clients seriously. Although, in this case, it was more about protecting the secret of magic than it was about protecting Amanda as an individual. For her to be protected, he first needed to find her.
A soft hum escaped him in contemplation, munching on his food for a moment as he weighed Dorian's response. With how receptive he was being about the whole case, and the seeming affinity with the Spirit sphere, the investigation was very likely to proceed swimmingly.
"... Why would I have a sword?" he asked in response, half amused and half confused at the sudden tangent they were going towards. A gentle shake of his head got him focused again.
"Let's-- Let's align our efforts here. You say you can identify whether she's possessed or not, and maybe even help with that. I can most definitely use my Time magic to investigate the places she's been to as well... But we most certainly need to find her. Do you, maybe, know where she could be hiding after this whole thing?"
" back this way, " he said, not that he could keep anything straight in here, but his gut said this way was right, and leo's always been the type to go with his instincts. it's the same feeling that led him to ask more questions, of any legend, of the forest, of his current companion. " a couple weeks, huh? were you here last full moon? " he asks, almost in jest, brow raising in question.
werewolves were the most prevalent speciecs in the local lore, but not the only one. " but again, it really makes me wonder . . . if you know about the stories, what are you doing out here? you're not scared? " leo wasn't, but that was because jimmy was smarter than him. so if leo could get seperated and find somebody, jimmy was probably already halfway out of the forest by now.
If there was one thing Sebastián had learned from working with the supernatural is that lies should be kept as close to the truth as possible. And, if not absolutely needed, lying should be avoided completely. Less lose ends to keep track of, after all. So, when met with Leo's questions, he didn't really give it much thought.
"I was here last full moon, yeah," he pointed out calmly, being absolutely honest but also catching some intention in the question. The interest in the full moon, right in the middle of the forest, with filmmaking equipment... Were these guys trying to document werewolves?
Some people had no sense of self preservation.
"Research," Sebastián replied. "I'm a law student and my thesis is about the impact that the lack of environmental regulation in small towns can have on their ecosystems from a ecological sustainability point of view." It was only half a lie, but he figured it was best to go with that than to admit he was doing magic in the forest.
"But I am aware of the local stories. I just don't think a monster is gonna jump out of the woods to attack me."
“A book lover and hot? God damn you really are just unreal” Brian exclaimed with a proud little grin, his eyes twinkling a little just looking to Sebasstian who was somehow just getting cuter and cuter the more that he spoke “It’s the little library on the corner of 5th and Jackson, you come by any time and I’ll make sure you’ve got somewhere to study where no one other than me’ll bother you”
He was really just having the time of his life, getting to be out and about with easily the sweetest and sexiest man that he’d ever seen was nothing short of perfection as far as Brian was concerned. He gently swung their hands as he listened to the man’s request, trying to think “Chicken does sound good, I might grab the beef one… promise I’ll be nice and not get the garlic sauce or something cos if I end up doing something other than eating, I’d hate to make it uncomfy for you” he said with a playful grin, the subtle hint about wanting to kiss the smaller man just hovering in the air around them as he approached the counter to order.
The turnaround was quick, soon enough their food was handed over, the drinks put in a bag that Brian hung from their joined hands. “I know the perfect place to enjoy these” he explained, leading Sebastian towards a nearby park and found a little bench they could sit on. Once seated, the drinks were place between them and his arm gently slipped around the younger man’s shoulder before he took a bite “You know, I really do wanna thank you… I know your restaurant is great but this, this kinda is more my speed. A nice meal, a beautiful view… the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen” he said, cheeks red “Can’t imagine a better way to spend the evening”
The compliments and the flirting were something Sebastián didn't know he missed. He had gotten so used to focusing all of his energy into studying that he had almost forgotten the thrill of going out with a handsome man, the thrill of what it could be. And when Brian hinted at the possibility of kissing later down the line, well, the younger man got even more invested than before.
"To be honest, you'll have to try a lot harder if you think the taste of garlic would make me unncomfortable," he teased, committed to the idea of enjoying the night, whatever Brian ordered.
It only took a moment before they found a nice bench to sit on, in a quite romantic park to begin with. Was this what Brian had planned for his previous date? Because, he had to agree, it was much nicer than just sitting at a restaurant.
"You're really gonna boost my ego if you keep praising me," he chuckled, a little bashful at the amount of attention he was getting. "But you're not doing too bad yourself, Brian... I already got great food, an invitation to a library and a smile on my face. We just sat down and I already want more dates... I had kind of forgotten how much I like the attention."
