Lothlier Vrask

The Last Dance

[lothliervrask]

Lothlier Vrask

The Basics –––

Full Name: Lothlier Vrask

Nickname: Loth

Age: mid 40’s equivalent 

Birthday:  Fall

Race: Sin’dorei

Gender: Male 

Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance –––

Hair: Shoulder length, dark strawberry blonde hair 

Eyes:  fel green

Height: 6’5

Build: Athletic, toned, leanly muscled

Distinguishing Marks: Dimples when he smiles, a few scars here and there on his upper body, but nothing major. He has light freckles on the bridge of his nose. 

Scars: not notable

Tattoos: none visible

Piercings: his ears, his cock on the underside

Common Accessories: He carries a cane that has a hidden blade. It is a glossy black tipped in a silver cormorant's head. 

Likeness: Sam Reid 

Personal Information –––

Profession:  Fiduciary, amateur boxer

Hobbies: Hedonism, boxing, reading, poetry, both reading and writing it, appreciates the fine arts, dirty, slow dancing, gin and tonic (it’s a hobby if you do it enough), playing the piano

Languages:  Thalassian, Orcish, Common, Darnassian, Shalassian 

Currently Living:  Quel’Thalas in a richly appointed townhouse

Birthplace: Quel’Thalas

Religion: no gods, no masters

Fears: not being in control, certain secret activities coming to light, commitment, the cold, deep ocean

Personality:  

He is a sly, charming fox of a man. He presents with impeccable manners and good taste. He has a sharp wit and clever mind…and a terrifying, wild and violent temper. Loth seems to have something just simmering under the surface, an almost manic delight. He keeps this under wraps most of the time. But not all of the time. 

Relationships –––

Mother: deceased

Father: unknown

Siblings: Ahnariel Vrask

Spouse: na

Children:  na

Other Family:  none he’s in contact with 

Pets: na

Sex & Romance –––

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Preferred Role: Dominant

Preferred Position: 

Turn ons:  deep set eyes in men, smoky voices, a nice, round bottom in women, curvaceous women, refined men, brats he can mercilessly tame, blood play, knives

Turn offs:  Clinginess, tears, emotional manipulation, over seriousness, being controlled in any fashion

Love Language: It’s probably never love, but he enjoys pleasing his partner before himself. 

Relationship Tendencies: He stays until there’s nothing left to delight him. 

Traits –––

Bold your character’s answer

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between/ Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader/ In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic /In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between /Modern

Hard-working/ In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional Information –––

Smoking Habit: like a chimney 

Drugs: Socially 

Alcohol: Socially 

RP Hooks –––

Loth is great if you need a financial adviser, money laundering, you want to fight him in the boxing ring, or wish to spectate him fighting. Loth is not ever going to be interested in slice of life things. He’s a hedonist at heart and making breakfast together or having tea or…picking out drapes is just not going to be something he would ever consider doing. I mean, sure, he drinks tea, but there’s no need to role play this out. 

Looking For ––

Stories

Darker themes 

Toxic situationships

Contact –––

here on tumblr is fine. In game? We’ll see. 

[phantasmalatelier]

How Intimidating Am I?

Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

Send 🐰 for barely intimidating

Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating

Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating

Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating

Send 🐯 for very intimidating

Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”

[lothliervrask]

TT- How often do you go shopping?

Lothlier had to stay late at his job at the bank. He’d neglected some paperwork. Alone except for the security guard snoring at the receptionist’s desk, he stayed past midnight. He’d have stayed later, but he ran out of smokes. He’d never get a thing done without those. 

Draping his jacket over his arm, he left his office and nudged the security guard on the shoulder, making the man snort and sit up straight. He smiled thinly down at him. “See me out,” he said. He’d have to be let out and the door locked behind him. 

Once outside, he made his way, not home, but to a little corner shop that was always, mercifully open. 

Loth was a perpetual bachelor and shopped like one. He filled a hand basket with wine that should have been cheap but was priced for convenience, some fancy cheese wrapped in gold foil, sticky fruit candy he didn’t really want but he had a bit of a sweet tooth, a deck of cards because he thought he might want to play solitaire, and two packs of his expensive, imported cigarettes. 

It had become a bit of a tradition to go to this corner store after midnight. So much so, the cashier knew him well enough to tease him about his purchases. Loth knew she flirted a little and he indulged it because his ego demanded it. Then, like always, he went home where he would frown at most of his purchases in the morning.  thanks @thesoftshellmedic

[lothliervrask]

Can you feel love? You seem like someone broke your heart.

Loth sat at the bar, spectating a fight instead of being in one. He nursed a gin and tonic made weak by melted ice cubes. He watched the boxers circle each other, but his gaze slid through them and went somewhere far away. The corner of his mouth ticked down minutely. 

Surrounded by people he could go home with if he wished, he knew he was alone. The fight was over and he didn’t even know who won. He’d go home with more money or less than he arrived with. It didn’t really matter. 

Regardless of all that, he’d go home alone. Because tonight every face had something lovable about it. Something he really wanted to know. To be familiar with. Big, stupid heart aching and bleeding under the smart oxford…if only he could get it to be quiet. Drowning it in liquor didn’t work. Smothering it in vice never silenced it. That didn’t mean he’d indulge it. Love, after all, was a selfless thing. At least, he thought it should be. And no love he could give would be anything but selfish. Poison. 

So, he’d just go home alone. 

Thanks anon

[felonous]

Say Anything Saturday!

~* Confess something on anon *~ ~* Whisper something into their ear *~ ~* Write an (non)anonymous letter *~ ~* Say something to cheer them up or even piss them off *~ ~* Tell them something dirty to get a reaction *~

Say anything! Anon is on!

Don’t forget your ask/reblog karma: Send a question to whomever you reblog this from! Send a question to whomever sends you a question! Spread the love!

[rylandfalkov]

For @rylandfalkov and @zenithnightbane

[turning-through-the-never]

For @veilosdaigoa and @dicenne

[fio-renze]

For @fio-renze & @keranna-zerine!

[lilyofporcelain]

For Laeynna, Soryk, or Belidrae.

[felonous]

Truthful Thursday

~Ask my character anything, they have to answer truthfully! ~Leave my character an honest confession from one of yours! ~Tell my character something on anon you’ve always wanted to say but cannot tell them to their face!

Anon is on!!

Don’t forget your ask/reblog karma: Send a question to whomever you reblog this from! Send a question to whomever sends you a question! Spread the love!

[turning-through-the-never]

For @dicenne, @veilosdaigoa, @xylaes

[lothliervrask]

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

Loth frequently liked to eat at fine restaurants. By himself. It never felt lonely. He could read the paper or just sit in silence and enjoy food he didn’t have to prepare. 

But just like all restaurants, the one he dined in now garnished the dish with curly kale and a very bitter orange slice. His lips thinned in displeasure as he pushed the garnish onto his now empty bread plate. He wondered how much money they could save by simply leaving off the garnish he knew no soul under the heavens ate. 

Subtlety, he looked around, eyeing the other patrons. Sure enough, their garnish was similarly abandoned. 

Besides, he wasn’t overly fond of oranges. He preferred a nice pear or plum. And curly kale had a hideous texture. Why not garnish with something like…oh…spring peas or zucchini cut in clever shapes?

Loth sighed and ate his dinner. 

@tu-tusk thanks!

[charmymemes]

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

[lothliervrask]

❝ how bad could it be? ❞

“How bad could it be?” Nyc’thir asked, elbowing him in the side, trying to make light of things. 

“How bad? You can’t imagine,” Loth said, tone breezy, though his mood certainly didn’t reflect it. 

Nyc rolled his eyes and stole one of Loth’s smokes from his pocket. He tucked it between his lips and took Loth’s lighter to light it too. “Ever the dramatic,” he scolded before sauntering off. 

Loth watched him go and knew it would be the last time he would see him. Nyc had bungled the job. Maybe Loth could have played it dumb and not gone to his superiors, but that left the risk he’d be blamed. And he couldn’t have that. 

It didn’t matter that Nyc’thir was his friend…his lover. 

Instead of mourning or even telling Nyc to run, Loth made himself a gin and tonic and put a record on. He’d do better without a partner to worry about. 

@nixalegos thanks!

[lothliervrask]

Blood and Darkness Prompts —

❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞

“You should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place!” Loth’s mother had hissed, hand pinching his ear as she’d tugged it. 

He hadn’t bothered struggling. She’d only grip harder if he had . So, he’d taken the small agony and humiliation with a stony face. It was hard to think whether or not he felt anything except maybe this flaccid sort of low, simmering anger. A child’s bitter anger that had nowhere to go. 

He’d yet to do anything worthy of shame. He’d hear the words again and agree. 

Loth knew he should be ashamed. 

Ashamed of the work he felt forced to do. Ashamed of the nameless lovers he left come morning. Ashamed that he kept his mother hidden away, basically a prisoner, and had the gall to call it love. 

But a man could not stomach such shame and degradation for long. He shouldered them with a hundred tiny copes. Too much fine liquor and too many cigarettes. Too many nameless lovers and illegal boxing matches. 

He ate the stale peanuts absently that were in the cut crystal bowl on his desk at the bank and thought about just how he was going to kill his next mark, his expression mild. 

@lilyofporcelain thanks!

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[lothliervrask]

I would let you do bad things to me

“How gracious of you. Good thing too…all I know how to do are bad things.”

cheeky anon!!

[lothliervrask]

Heathcliff watched his entire fight. Every punch, crack and impact caused the heat and humidity to rise in the cramped backroom fighting ring in Silvermoon. The stench of cigarette smoke and sweat permeated his dark clothes with tension and drama. He watched, as the man easily handled another slightly out of his weight class. His moves were calculated but had a unique artistry he had not seen in some time. His footwork was nothing short of mastery. Who was this unique stranger?

A small smirk formed on Heathcliff's face after the final point, the arm of the panting man raised in the air to salute victory. There was relief, pleasure and confidence radiating from the handsome fighter. Heathcliff leaned against the wall with his coat in his hands, observing, waiting, making his stare his only cue of intent as one by one, the crowd started to disperse. 

Loth panted, sweat dripping into his eyes. He mopped his face with a cool, damp rag that was passed to him, smearing off the blood and perspiration, rolling a sore shoulder. A tumblr full of whiskey was pressed into his hand, still taped from the fight. He filled his mouth with the stinging liquor, swished it about and spat off to the side. 

He took his share of the prize winnings and shrugged into his oxford shirt, draping his suit jacket over his arm. He fished in the pocket of his jacket for a cigarette the scowled in irritation when he couldn’t find one. 

“Fuck,” he grumbled, body singing with adrenaline still, muscles in his arms and chest bunching and twitching. 

It was the he noticed the stranger staring with appraising interest. He’d noticed the man right before the fight had started and he recalled seeing the stranger smoking. Serendipity, he thought with wry mischief. Well, if he was going to be stared at, the least the stranger could do was give him a smoke. 

Loth, moved through and pushed past the disappating crowd to stand close, his smile thin and crooked. He narrowed his eyes a little. 

“Got a smoke?” He rumbled, tone clever as his smile broadened, showing pinked teeth from his split lip. 

@wraheathcliff

[wraheathcliff]

Heathcliff offered him a smile with the cigarette, his expression a devil's bargain as the exact person he wanted to speak to walked right over.

The stranger carried the irresistible allure of a man that just won a fight and played it cool. It worked on Heathcliff, a man unusually tall like him with equal stature. His clothes looked a bit disheveled, like he had already been fighting or fucking. The strange hovering aura of Heathcliff's undeath was unmistakably dangerous, yet his eyes were open and friendly.

His hand was up to light the cigarette for the fighter just when he expected it.

"You deserve better whiskey for that fight." Heathcliff praised. "I haven't seen anyone with my build move like that. At least the living." he added with a sly smirk.

"You're not doing it for the money. And it shows." he leaned back against the wall, head tilted just so he was gazing down at him a bit.

"I've been trying to determine what to bet on you." he said with every implication.

[lothliervrask]

The man amused him and it showed as Loth’s eyes crinkled at the corners on the inhale of his smoke, angular features highlighted by the flare of the end of his cigarette. He waved a still-taped hand, dismissing the whiskey. 

“Rather have a nice gin and tonic, honestly. And if you think that’s what I deserve, by all means…help yourself and buy me one.” Loth stayed leaned in close, not to intimidate. It was companionable. Affable even. 

He looked up at him, further amused that he was talking to someone taller than himself. It didn’t happen often. That he was obviously undead didn’t bother him or unsettle. He’d worked with all sorts, both in his day job and his…extra curricular activities for the state. 

“Little late to be betting, stranger. The fight’s over,” Loth commented breezily. “But typically, I’d advise that you should bet everything on me. You’ll make more money that way.” His grin was crooked, a slow flirt. 

Finally, he thrust out his hand. “Lothlier Vrask,” he said by way of introduction. “A pleasure.” 

@wraheathcliff

[wraheathcliff]

Heathcliff shook his hand, still feeling the energy of Lothlier's victory in his confident grip despite the recent beating. He smiled, introducing himself with a tone that downplayed the title.

"Lord Heathcliff Dracone. Or Dr. Dracone if you're curious." he paused. "Heathcliff if adventurous." he added in a teasing tone.

He gestured to the closing bar with a nod, crossing his ankles in an adjustment to his lean. The heavy jacket was tossed on a nearby chair after retrieving a flask.

"I'm afraid I'm your only supplier at the moment. But you're a very lucky man." he emphasized the word. "This is the best gin you'll ever have. Made from flowers long extinct, actually… part of my private stock." he offered it with a grin. "You won't need tonic for this. Smoother than silk." his eyes stole the opportunity to look at the boxer's body on the sly. The muscles still fired up and twitching was a welcome distraction Heathcliff couldn't resist.

He lit his own cigarette and gestured to the ring. "I'm not here to bet money." he said without offering to explain further.

"If you don't mind me asking" he didn't stop himself "I'm curious how you like to celebrate winning a fight." he exhaled lazily to the ceiling.

@lothliervrask

[lothliervrask]

Loth took the cue and slow fell into a chair to sit with fluidity given to him by the still thrumming energy of the boxing match he’d won. One elbow on the table, he dragged his regard very slowly up Heathcliff until he met his ruddy gaze. 

“Well, Heathcliff,” he said, taking a long inhale of the proffered smoke before graciously taking the flask. 

He didn’t finish the thought, at least, not yet. Instead, he unscrewed the flask and took a generous pull from it. He mm’d in appreciation, but didn’t compliment the beverage as if to say it was an appropriate offering. 

“It’s a strange feeling…after a fight,” he said smoothly, gesturing to the chair next to him. “And it depends on the kind of fight, if it was a close call. I feel like a beast if I almost lose,” he said with a little snap of his teeth and a rumbling chuckle. “But I didn’t almost lose this one.” He shrugged, expression clever, teasing. 

He set the flask on the table and scooted it closer to Heathcliff indicating he had no intention of drinking alone. “There’s pent up energy. A little measure of rage. An excitement that almost makes me want to get right back into the ring. Like it’s unfinished business,” he said in a rasp with narrowed eyes. “I didn’t kill the man, after all.” His lips curled into a mischievous grin because surely…SURELY he wasn’t serious. 

“So!” He said snappily to slice the ominous tension, to imply the things said were a tease and a joke, “I usually take someone home. A little death satisfies just as much as a literal one. It’s a fight won and finished.” 

@wraheathcliff

[wraheathcliff]

Hints that Loth dropped pulled Heathcliff's curiosity, eyes flashing a little more open with his reply. A closed smile curled up one side in contrast, holding in attention.

He didn't sit in the other chair, but instead sat on the table in a partial lean and took back his own flask, looking down at Lothlier. His gaze was inviting while he loomed over him, his shadow casting long on the dirty backroom floor. He drank thoughtfully and handed it back. The smirk on his face was strange, like Heathcliff found something inexplicably very funny.

He knew exactly the kind of man Lothlier was. Obviously a bit dangerous, but that was Heathcliff's comfort zone. More importantly, he was the kind of ace Heathcliff needed to stack his deck if he was going to impress Lillandyr. Make her flame in frustration, watch her beautiful face pinch in desire. Presenting a fantasy he knew kindled her greedy side was the perfect gift. Plus she was so beautiful when she got what she wanted. How could he resist?

"There's a beautiful woman currently trying on lingerie at Phantasmagoria Peignoir about three blocks from here." Heathcliff's eyes gestured to the door then back to Lothlier, laying out his proposal with direct clarity.

"She's a handful and a half, a real cunning fox. High standards, impossible expectations. A body a good man would kill for and lips that could seal him salvation. I have the pleasure of finding her… us… a little fun tonight." he let this sit a moment, reading Lothlier's expressions, taking a drag and exhaling.

"Care to join me in her dressing room? It's bought out for the evening and I've already had wine and refreshments sent over." he added, lightly.

"Les petites morts await… if that's your real specialty." he grinned, anticipation sparkling in his eyes. @lothliervrask

@lillandyrshadowglade

[lothliervrask]

Loth peered up at Heathcliff through the thin haze of cigarette smoke, his slow grin spreading with every word from the other man’s lips. For a moment, it didn’t seem as though he’d answer or even perhaps, that he’d refused. Loth rose from his seat and buttoned up his oxford, leaving it untucked. He raked a hand through his messy hair, smoothing it back with old pomade and sweat. 

Livid bruises blossomed red and purple on his jaw and cheek. He sucked down the rest of his smoke before flicking it away and grinding it under his heel to put it out. He exhaled and ran his tongue over his bloody teeth. 

Finally, he turned to Heathcliff, raking his gaze over him lasciviously, open appraisal and approval. He mm’d. “What kind of fool would I be to turn down something like that?” He asked, grin just a shade too dark to be properly mischevious. “Let’s not keep her waiting.” Loth gestured to the exit, indicating Heathcliff should lead the way. 

[lothliervrask]

Anon Day —

What is something that keeps him up at night?

Loth sat bolt upright in bed, body sticky with cold sweat. The gray, predawn hours left his bedroom nearly pitch dark and it was quiet except for his panting breath and the relentless hammer of his heart. He dragged a hand down his face and reached blindly for his smokes. 

Horrid images flashed in his mind. Too much blood. A glancing shot. Too much noise. A sloppy job and he’d yet to get the rest of his pay. Not that it was about the money. It was never about the money. 

It didn’t matter that his mark was a bad man. 

Loth was a bad man and one day? He’d die just like that, writhing on the ground, drowning in his own blood and he’d leave behind nothing. Destined for a potter’s field. Disappeared and not missed. 

At least mother would be looked after. 

thanks anon!

[aerdendios]

Anon-Day!

~ Ask my my character anything you want ~ Confess something you would never say to my their face ~ Send them an anonymous letter ~ Give them unsolicited advice you think they need ~ Tell them one thing you like about them ~ Tell them one thing you hate about them ~ Tell them your favorite memory of them

Anything is welcomed on Anon-Day, as long as it’s on anon!

[turning-through-the-never]

For @dicenne, @veilosdaigoa, @xylaes, & @jacelandon

[lothliervrask]

Heathcliff watched his entire fight. Every punch, crack and impact caused the heat and humidity to rise in the cramped backroom fighting ring in Silvermoon. The stench of cigarette smoke and sweat permeated his dark clothes with tension and drama. He watched, as the man easily handled another slightly out of his weight class. His moves were calculated but had a unique artistry he had not seen in some time. His footwork was nothing short of mastery. Who was this unique stranger?

A small smirk formed on Heathcliff's face after the final point, the arm of the panting man raised in the air to salute victory. There was relief, pleasure and confidence radiating from the handsome fighter. Heathcliff leaned against the wall with his coat in his hands, observing, waiting, making his stare his only cue of intent as one by one, the crowd started to disperse. 

Loth panted, sweat dripping into his eyes. He mopped his face with a cool, damp rag that was passed to him, smearing off the blood and perspiration, rolling a sore shoulder. A tumblr full of whiskey was pressed into his hand, still taped from the fight. He filled his mouth with the stinging liquor, swished it about and spat off to the side. 

He took his share of the prize winnings and shrugged into his oxford shirt, draping his suit jacket over his arm. He fished in the pocket of his jacket for a cigarette the scowled in irritation when he couldn’t find one. 

“Fuck,” he grumbled, body singing with adrenaline still, muscles in his arms and chest bunching and twitching. 

It was the he noticed the stranger staring with appraising interest. He’d noticed the man right before the fight had started and he recalled seeing the stranger smoking. Serendipity, he thought with wry mischief. Well, if he was going to be stared at, the least the stranger could do was give him a smoke. 

Loth, moved through and pushed past the disappating crowd to stand close, his smile thin and crooked. He narrowed his eyes a little. 

“Got a smoke?” He rumbled, tone clever as his smile broadened, showing pinked teeth from his split lip. 

@wraheathcliff

[wraheathcliff]

Heathcliff offered him a smile with the cigarette, his expression a devil's bargain as the exact person he wanted to speak to walked right over.

The stranger carried the irresistible allure of a man that just won a fight and played it cool. It worked on Heathcliff, a man unusually tall like him with equal stature. His clothes looked a bit disheveled, like he had already been fighting or fucking. The strange hovering aura of Heathcliff's undeath was unmistakably dangerous, yet his eyes were open and friendly.

His hand was up to light the cigarette for the fighter just when he expected it.

"You deserve better whiskey for that fight." Heathcliff praised. "I haven't seen anyone with my build move like that. At least the living." he added with a sly smirk.

"You're not doing it for the money. And it shows." he leaned back against the wall, head tilted just so he was gazing down at him a bit.

"I've been trying to determine what to bet on you." he said with every implication.

[lothliervrask]

The man amused him and it showed as Loth’s eyes crinkled at the corners on the inhale of his smoke, angular features highlighted by the flare of the end of his cigarette. He waved a still-taped hand, dismissing the whiskey. 

“Rather have a nice gin and tonic, honestly. And if you think that’s what I deserve, by all means…help yourself and buy me one.” Loth stayed leaned in close, not to intimidate. It was companionable. Affable even. 

He looked up at him, further amused that he was talking to someone taller than himself. It didn’t happen often. That he was obviously undead didn’t bother him or unsettle. He’d worked with all sorts, both in his day job and his…extra curricular activities for the state. 

“Little late to be betting, stranger. The fight’s over,” Loth commented breezily. “But typically, I’d advise that you should bet everything on me. You’ll make more money that way.” His grin was crooked, a slow flirt. 

Finally, he thrust out his hand. “Lothlier Vrask,” he said by way of introduction. “A pleasure.” 

@wraheathcliff

[wraheathcliff]

Heathcliff shook his hand, still feeling the energy of Lothlier's victory in his confident grip despite the recent beating. He smiled, introducing himself with a tone that downplayed the title.

"Lord Heathcliff Dracone. Or Dr. Dracone if you're curious." he paused. "Heathcliff if adventurous." he added in a teasing tone.

He gestured to the closing bar with a nod, crossing his ankles in an adjustment to his lean. The heavy jacket was tossed on a nearby chair after retrieving a flask.

"I'm afraid I'm your only supplier at the moment. But you're a very lucky man." he emphasized the word. "This is the best gin you'll ever have. Made from flowers long extinct, actually… part of my private stock." he offered it with a grin. "You won't need tonic for this. Smoother than silk." his eyes stole the opportunity to look at the boxer's body on the sly. The muscles still fired up and twitching was a welcome distraction Heathcliff couldn't resist.

He lit his own cigarette and gestured to the ring. "I'm not here to bet money." he said without offering to explain further.

"If you don't mind me asking" he didn't stop himself "I'm curious how you like to celebrate winning a fight." he exhaled lazily to the ceiling.

@lothliervrask

[lothliervrask]

Loth took the cue and slow fell into a chair to sit with fluidity given to him by the still thrumming energy of the boxing match he’d won. One elbow on the table, he dragged his regard very slowly up Heathcliff until he met his ruddy gaze. 

“Well, Heathcliff,” he said, taking a long inhale of the proffered smoke before graciously taking the flask. 

He didn’t finish the thought, at least, not yet. Instead, he unscrewed the flask and took a generous pull from it. He mm’d in appreciation, but didn’t compliment the beverage as if to say it was an appropriate offering. 

“It’s a strange feeling…after a fight,” he said smoothly, gesturing to the chair next to him. “And it depends on the kind of fight, if it was a close call. I feel like a beast if I almost lose,” he said with a little snap of his teeth and a rumbling chuckle. “But I didn’t almost lose this one.” He shrugged, expression clever, teasing. 

He set the flask on the table and scooted it closer to Heathcliff indicating he had no intention of drinking alone. “There’s pent up energy. A little measure of rage. An excitement that almost makes me want to get right back into the ring. Like it’s unfinished business,” he said in a rasp with narrowed eyes. “I didn’t kill the man, after all.” His lips curled into a mischievous grin because surely…SURELY he wasn’t serious. 

“So!” He said snappily to slice the ominous tension, to imply the things said were a tease and a joke, “I usually take someone home. A little death satisfies just as much as a literal one. It’s a fight won and finished.” 

@wraheathcliff

[lothliervrask]

Heathcliff watched his entire fight. Every punch, crack and impact caused the heat and humidity to rise in the cramped backroom fighting ring in Silvermoon. The stench of cigarette smoke and sweat permeated his dark clothes with tension and drama. He watched, as the man easily handled another slightly out of his weight class. His moves were calculated but had a unique artistry he had not seen in some time. His footwork was nothing short of mastery. Who was this unique stranger?

A small smirk formed on Heathcliff's face after the final point, the arm of the panting man raised in the air to salute victory. There was relief, pleasure and confidence radiating from the handsome fighter. Heathcliff leaned against the wall with his coat in his hands, observing, waiting, making his stare his only cue of intent as one by one, the crowd started to disperse. 

Loth panted, sweat dripping into his eyes. He mopped his face with a cool, damp rag that was passed to him, smearing off the blood and perspiration, rolling a sore shoulder. A tumblr full of whiskey was pressed into his hand, still taped from the fight. He filled his mouth with the stinging liquor, swished it about and spat off to the side. 

He took his share of the prize winnings and shrugged into his oxford shirt, draping his suit jacket over his arm. He fished in the pocket of his jacket for a cigarette the scowled in irritation when he couldn’t find one. 

“Fuck,” he grumbled, body singing with adrenaline still, muscles in his arms and chest bunching and twitching. 

It was the he noticed the stranger staring with appraising interest. He’d noticed the man right before the fight had started and he recalled seeing the stranger smoking. Serendipity, he thought with wry mischief. Well, if he was going to be stared at, the least the stranger could do was give him a smoke. 

Loth, moved through and pushed past the disappating crowd to stand close, his smile thin and crooked. He narrowed his eyes a little. 

“Got a smoke?” He rumbled, tone clever as his smile broadened, showing pinked teeth from his split lip. 

@wraheathcliff

[wraheathcliff]

Heathcliff offered him a smile with the cigarette, his expression a devil's bargain as the exact person he wanted to speak to walked right over.

The stranger carried the irresistible allure of a man that just won a fight and played it cool. It worked on Heathcliff, a man unusually tall like him with equal stature. His clothes looked a bit disheveled, like he had already been fighting or fucking. The strange hovering aura of Heathcliff's undeath was unmistakably dangerous, yet his eyes were open and friendly.

His hand was up to light the cigarette for the fighter just when he expected it.

"You deserve better whiskey for that fight." Heathcliff praised. "I haven't seen anyone with my build move like that. At least the living." he added with a sly smirk.

"You're not doing it for the money. And it shows." he leaned back against the wall, head tilted just so he was gazing down at him a bit.

"I've been trying to determine what to bet on you." he said with every implication.

[lothliervrask]

The man amused him and it showed as Loth’s eyes crinkled at the corners on the inhale of his smoke, angular features highlighted by the flare of the end of his cigarette. He waved a still-taped hand, dismissing the whiskey. 

“Rather have a nice gin and tonic, honestly. And if you think that’s what I deserve, by all means…help yourself and buy me one.” Loth stayed leaned in close, not to intimidate. It was companionable. Affable even. 

He looked up at him, further amused that he was talking to someone taller than himself. It didn’t happen often. That he was obviously undead didn’t bother him or unsettle. He’d worked with all sorts, both in his day job and his…extra curricular activities for the state. 

“Little late to be betting, stranger. The fight’s over,” Loth commented breezily. “But typically, I’d advise that you should bet everything on me. You’ll make more money that way.” His grin was crooked, a slow flirt. 

Finally, he thrust out his hand. “Lothlier Vrask,” he said by way of introduction. “A pleasure.” 

@wraheathcliff