Baptized in Holy Water and Shine

Jesse Marston || Guard|| Vampire/Shifter Hybrid

[jesse-marston]

barrywakefield​:

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@krovscastlestarters​

Barry’s second experience of Heat Week came about that week. He had been finding his way back to Wicek’s suite from the art room when he was suddenly backed into the nearby wall by someone who was very affected by the goings on in the castle. Barry had really tried avoiding the man, he truly did because they had danced around each other for awhile, but he was so persistent and Barry was not very good at ducking and evading, and their bodies were now pressed so close to one another’s. 

“H-Hello,” Barry greeted. This castle was just wild, in Barry’s opinion, and whoever thought that putting so many heat-ridden people in a confined space needed to be subjected to a good scolding. “Can I help you?” he asked as he swallowed rather nervously.

Jesse was exhausted. He hated his heat week, and hated how he had to suffer through it still. Everyone else in the castle was bumping ugly, but all he wanted to do with hide in a bath of ice. It was really the only viable option for him, since he didn’t trust many people to sleep with. 

In his coyote form, he roamed the castle, hiding whenever someone tried to get too close to him. As he walked, he saw someone else who looked like they were hiding. He recognized the slave from the one time he had been to the art room, and if he remembered correctly, the guy was harmless. The coyote moved over to him and whined, lowering himself to the ground in a non threatening way. 

[jesse-marston]

dragonxguard​:

Carter pinched his lips together to hold back his laughter. He knew exactly who this way and he wondered if he should take pity on the other or walk away. His need to help won over and he squatted down next to him and reached out for the shoe. “Hold still or it’ll rip out your tooth.” 

He gently held Jesse’s head as he worked the shoe off his tooth. The poor shoe was never going to be the same and it was a damn nice one too. Great leather and he bet the owner was going to be pissed as all hell when they found out. “So you going to tell me how much the owner of this shoe is going to kill you for this?” He asked, he knew the other did not wear these types of shoes. 

Jesse did not want to lose a tooth over a shoe mishap. That would have been embarrassing and he wasn’t going to be able to explain it without people laughing at him. Did he regret chewing on the shoe? No not really. He regretted trying to hide it though, if he hadn’t then he wouldn’t have gotten stuck. 

“Who fuckin’ knows. It’s not like I care anyways. He doesn’t feed me half the time anyways”.

[jesse-marston]

dragonxguard​:

Carter was about to head out to do some shopping in the village as he needed to grab a few things. He was a bit about whatever the hell kind of dream he had and wondered if he had a son somewhere. He quickly erased that thought cause he knew he had always been careful with his partners. 

He came upon a coyote lounging about and it looked like he was chewing on something. He got closer and noticed it was a shoe and from the style he winced in pain. Those were some very expensive shoes as well. 

“And what exactly am i looking at?” He asked with a tilted head. 

“I’m stuck! Can’t get this damn shoe off my tooth”. Jesse shook his head again with no luck. He had tore a decent sized hole into the side of the shoe, and he also covered it in various bite marks and holes. Really, Jaden was to blame for this. If he just fed Jesse whenever he asked, then he wouldn’t have tore up his shoe. 

He whined and kept trying until he gave up, “Hey help me out here. I don’t wanna break my tooth off, that would be horrible”.

[jesse-marston]

Jesse was sitting out in his coyote form, which was something he missed a lot in that weird dream world. He just couldn’t imagine having to live the rest of his life as a human, it sounded like dog shit. Also, how was he supposed to reach that itch that he could only reach when he was coyote? That was the real question. 

Anyways, he was enjoying his lazy day, chewing on some of Jaden’s shoes because why not, when he heard someone approach. Now, he knew that chewing on Jaden’s shoes was bad, and he would have hid the evidence if he had thumbs and if his canine didn’t get caught on the leather. So the coyote just shook his head as he tried to untangle himself the shoe. 

“It ain’t what it looks like”

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[jesse-marston]

sncczin‌:

“Still the lamest nickname in history.” But that never stopped Jesse, and they both knew it. Hal didn’t do so much as blink when he felt the other’s legs rest over his own. The more weight the merrier – so he thought.

“Don’t you gotta place to nap in?” He retorted with a partial yawn. “Won’t believe it til I see it in writing and with a stamp from the city council.” 

“You’re the one who didn’t like me calling you Hal-landaise sauce”. Jesse’s nicknames could and would get a lot worst if he was left to his own devices. 

He was lowkey happy that Hal didn’t ask him to leave or move. Both men were more than content with being lazy on a park bench. “I do, but it’s too far to get there. Why? Wanna nap with me?”. He feigned offense and put his hand over his heart, “I swear it, I’ll do it. Don’t fuckin’ tempt me”.

[jesse-marston]

casterwillxcaleb‌:

“Well yes I can see that I just thought. Perhaps you might be cold out here, or maybe something was wrong. Would you like to lay down somewhere that’s uh. Inside?” he asked poking his thumb back behind him gesturing to to the small loft he kept for photo shoots usually. “Are you ok though? Should I call someone for you?” 

Jesse shook his head, “I mean I could but the amount of effort to do that is too much for me”. He sighed and leaned all the way back on the bench, sprawling his limbs out, “Nah, I ain’t need anyone. Unless they can carry me to my apartment, or make all my work load go away”.

[jesse-marston]

sncczin‌:

Mockery flitted from him just after the noise Jesse made. Which was arguably rude of him to do, that’s just how Hal worked when his brain was the size of a pea. 

“Ain’t nice to snap at folks that are just passin’ by either, but you don’t see me draggin’ out your ma’s name– you gotta give me more room than that. Scoot your caboose, man.” All was said without pause as he plopped himself onto the bench. 

“Don’t be rude, Hal-berry bush”. Jesse scooted over for Hal to sit, but then put his legs over the other man’s nap. He said he’d move, but he never said he wouldn’t make himself comfortable. 

“Don’t you gotta house you can nap in? I thought we established that this was my side of the park anytime after five”.

[jesse-marston]

sncczin‌:

Dead on his feet with his head crammed in the clouds – all standard Hal Cohen shit. The thought of ever being fully awake, fully alive, was the funniest joke of the goddamn century. Honestly, the bags under his eyes could’ve doubled as ten pounders at this rate. All of the space in his noggin? Yeah, the only occupant there was pure static; fuzzier than a half blown tv.

Still, a flicker of recognition zapped him when as he trudged through the park. That’s all it took for his mindless steps to redirect towards Jesse. “And can’t you see I’m trying to leech a few z’s too? Shaddap and scoot over.”

Jesse grumbled out a small protest, but did move over. Who was he to deny someone of an optimal sleeping space? Also, there was a less chance of someone starting shit if there were two people napping. It was all about survival here. 

“Ain’t nice to tell a man to shut up like that. Didn’t your mama teach you manners?”

[jesse-marston]

king-marcus-cove‌:

“This is not a good place to fall asleep,” he said as he looked at the male. Marcus was just finished at the hospital and was heading home when he saw the male. The weather was going to get cold tonight and not good for a sleeping conditions. “If you need a place to stay for the night. I have a spare bedroom.”

Jesse frowned, “I ain’t homeless, pal. I’m just takin’ a break from work, and this bench seemed like the best place. Also I ain’t dumb enough to take the bed of a stranger, that’s how you end up murdered and deposited in a block of cement”.

[silver-humanxx]

The key turned, creating the audible click letting the boy know it was locked. Silver had been on the closing shift for his mother’s flower shop, which meant he ended up leaving well around eleven pm. He adjusted his basket, that carried the clippings of flowers, on his shoulder and set off home. But he decided since it wasn’t that late, he would make a stop at the park and just unwind. Stepping into the park he set off on one of the side trails. It lead from one side of the park to the other and he enjoyed this trail. It had some wooded parts and some open spots. The cool breeze made him smile. It felt so good to have fresh air and quiet. He noticed a patch of lemon clovers and decided to grab some. He walked a few feet off the trail to the patch. He really never thought anything of it since it was a safe place. Bending down he began to pick some and add them to the basket. 

He was half way done when he froze. He felt as though he was being watched. Or maybe stalked? Slowly he lifted his gaze slowly until his eyes met something of nightmares. What was this beast? This thing? The body, the head, it was as if someone mashed together a hybrid of something. His breathing became rapid and shallow. He didn’t move. If he did the thing was sure to come after him right? It felt like ages of him staring at this thing. But then it was gone. Silver blinked and rubbed his eyes thinking he was seeing things. But then he looked down and noticed a few weird tracks that also just….disappeared. Grabbing his basket he took off running the rest of the trail. Getting out on the other side he dropped to all fours to catch his breath. What was that? Should he have searched for it? Scary as it was, Silver was curious as well. Sitting slowly he ran a hand through his hair, heart pounding as he tried to calm himself and wrap his head around it. Seeing a shadow Silver jumped and turned quickly about to scream….Human. Oh good it was another person. “S-Sorry. Sorry I uh…. I saw something back in the woods that spooked me. Thought maybe you were it coming to get me.

@krovscastlestarters​

[jesse-marston]

“Somethin’ in the back woods?” Jesse repeated. It was probably a squirrel, those fuckers were getting bigger and bigger each day. Well whatever it was, it clearly got the other guy scared out of his mind. Jesse peered over his shoulder to see if he spotted anything, but saw nothing, “I ain’t see anythin’, sure you aren’t seein’ things?”

[nikolaj-costerwaldau]

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[jesse-marston]

Jesse was painfully tired from work. He was working on a big case that was taking up most of his time. All the detective wanted to do was take a nap, but unfortunately he couldn’t. Going home was impossible too, so he just excused himself from the station and walked to the park just to get away from it all. 

He was so close to falling asleep on a bench, but luck wasn’t on the side. Someone came up to Jesse, probably thinking he was dead or homeless, and kept him from falling asleep. The man frowned and looked up at the stranger, “What? Can’t you see I’m trying to get some sleep?”

@krovscastlestarters​

[jesse-marston]

Jesse Marston. Age 36. Detective/Part Time Bodyguard.

Again not much is known about where Jesse came from, other than his thick southern accent. The life he keeps secret if filled with a horrible upbringing, as well as a stint where he worked as a young drug mule for a gang. 

Once he left his old life behind, he tried to make something of himself. He was formerly in the armed forces, and did end up losing his left arm during an accident while he was over seas.

He came to Krovs town, hoping to start a new life, and was able to take on a detective job for Police Department there. He also works as a part time bodyguard, watching over Jaden. 

He has a a service dog named Torta, that helps him through his day.

[jesse-marston]

familiarbear‌:

Bear didn’t mind playing along when the guard was being nicer to him than most. Moving close, he stepped up into his space and looked the other up and down. “I’ve been taller,” he replied with a shrug. He was lacking about two feet of height from his familiar form so this one always felt short, even though everyone else was shorter. “You’re kinda fun sized,” he teased with a grin. 

“Really now? You hidin’ some height from me?” Jesse laughed. He was fairly tall himself, but not as tall as the familiar. “Well I am a lot of fun, I will say. Wanna see what kind of fun we can get up to?”

[nellcrain]

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[jesse-marston]

hwan-seu‌:

“You and I both know I have no authority to get you time off,” he replied with an indifferent expression. “Speak to someone else about your vacation time.” Hwan didn’t think much about time off. It was just time to get some sleep and then maybe read. He felt better when he was productive. “That would be helpful. Shorter shifts and more time to sleep would make for more alert guards.” 

“Doesn’t hurt to ask sometimes”. The one person who could give Jesse time off wasn’t the biggest fan of him. Of course, who could blame the enforcer? Jesse was the worst employee. “And it would mean i got to sleep in more, rather than come here every fucking day”.