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"well... you haven't done anything for me to be wary of you... yet. So I won't make you a villain." But he's gonna keep an eye out for this one, just so he doesn't end up on the wrong side of their knife or something.
"Stereotype, hu? Since when the hell did demons and werewolves have those?" He snorts, giving a slight shrug of his shoulder with a long delayed sigh. "You wanna be friends or something, right. I've never had one before, so don't expect me to give you a hug or something."
Golden eyes squints just enough as he smiles in thanks. "You have my gratitude," he says with a light bow of his head.
"Ah, forgive me," he chuckles. "My demonic heritage must be too strong, you were unable to pick up my vampirism. Very well, I do not mind our lack of physical contact."Though, it would be rather fun to see how this man moved.
He was still wrapping his mind around how far everyone truly was separated. Either by time, location, or entire worlds. It was easier to believe anyone not from Earth was an alien. The line of thinking was easy to tear apart when someone is from Earth.
Just a different time. Just a different history.
He tapped the top of his cards before he was given another one.
"Me? Well you had it right. I'm just human. Where I'm from... I'm like the opposite of special, only rare."
He hummed as he spoke, deciding on the cards before signaling that he was done counting.
"When people are born, there's this thing caused curse energy that they naturally generate. There's a select few who can wield and manipulate this energy. I'm part of the other option; someone born completely without any of it, called a Heavenly Restriction."
The cards were flipped and damn. Toji overshot and the house undershot.
"Instead of having curse energy, I was born with the perfect body. The human form pushed to it's absolute limit. To the point of being able to detect curse energy with being so in tune to the world around me. Enhanced strength, speed, adaptability. Whatever stat a human has, it's maxed out basically."
It felt odd to explain it. Most people who sought after him knew that much about him.
And suddenly, Sebastian is no longer interested in this card game, Blackjack. He's more interested in Toji. His body, the blood that flows through his veins, this Heavenly Restriction. He is more interested in JUST how strong Toji is.
Still, he continues his game. Counts his own cards, and bam, he's just right!
It looks like it's a win for Sebastian this time.
"We have something similar in my realm," he answers with a hum. "Just human beings touched by a divine entity. It is believed that they are touched by Aestirah itself. Regular humans with impossible strength and speed."
"You interest me, Toji. I'd like to see your strength at its full potential one day."
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"A project?" He tilts his head curiously. He's intrigued. What does Vanth have up his sleeve this time? He's certainly full of surprises!
"Will we need to stop by the store to grab anything. Or perhaps, we just may be able to cheat?" Of course, they couldn't forget about his ability to transmutate whatever he wanted. Either way, he's guiding them back where they can work in peace while they were at work.
"What did you have in mind, Dove?"
❝ We can cheat! ❞ Vanth sing-songs, taking Sebastian by the hand as they're guided to somewhere more suitable for work. ❝ Saves us the trip, and also lets you stretch those big, strong transmutation muscles! ❞
Once they're in the shade, Vanth worms his way out of his jacket, draping it over his forearm. The red leather has sustained many a blemish just like Neoma's lick of flame, and Vanth kinda thinks... he likes it, actually! Maybe they can use it to their advantage. ❝ When Neoma got me with her flames, it kinda occurred to me that I like all these dings and bumps on it. It gives it character, you know? I wanna lean into that. ❞ On the topic of leaning, Vanth slightly nudges into Sebastian's side as a show of affection. ❝ You're the best person to do that with... 'cause most of the story this ol' thing tells has to do with you. ❞
It's funny how Vanth's brain works sometimes. Even in such a dangerous situation, he had been thinking about such a thing. Sebastian can't help but shake his head endearingly. "You are impossible, my love."
Neoma could have had his head.
Now, when he leans into him, Sebastian has a look of amusement and intrigue. "Does it, now?" He hums and gives a sly smile. "I have taken it off on many occasions." He's being silly, but he knows exactly what Vanth means by what he said.
"What were you thinking? Stones along the bumps and bruises of your jacket or...?"
Sam stared at the stranger for a moment in silence, and then his expression fell to one of melancholy.
"I only knew my Nana....I never met my mother...." He looked away from Sebastian now, fiddling with the doll in his hands. "My Nana said my mother got rid of me....so I don't know..."
Should he be asking the same questions? No one ever asked him these things before. Maybe that's how greetings worked here..?
"..."
He is not pleased to hear it. Nyx had gone through something similar. His eldest daughter hadn't been thrown away like some useless animal, but she had been confined by her mother like a caged bird.
"Come."
It is all Sebastian says, but he expects the boy to follow her. "You will tell me more about yourself and this Nana."
Sam shouldn't tell him his name. Kaine would say so, maybe. It wasn't a good idea to give his name to random people that asked, right? Not unless they gave their name first!
Yet, Sam looked back over at him, still holding his doll like it could protect him from anything at all. "Sam...? ...Um, I mean...that is my name. Sam.." He couldn't help but just give his name out anyway.
It would be rude not to, but he does utter; "Don't tell anyone...okay..?"
What kind of life does he live that he hides behind a doll? Sickening, really.
Sebastian is evidently bemused. Still, the boy gives his name. "And your mother? Who is she?" He asks.
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"Wouldn't you be, if you were in my place?" - he asks, arching a brow, his expression failing to mirror Sebastian's amusement. But then the man explains himself, and surprise is written plainly across Lyney's face. "The theatre?"
None of it makes any sense to Lyney. In that moment, he tries to think of every possible motive Sebastian could have for extending such an invitation. At the theatre, surrounded by other people, he couldn't simply attack Lyney.
...Could he?
Letting out a heavy sigh, Lyney hesitates for another moment before finally dismissing his bow and stepping closer.
"Fine."
None of this puts him at ease. If anything, Lyney looks utterly tense as he follows Sebastian towards the theatre.
"You could've invited anyone, yet you came to me. Why?"
"Touche," he says, knowing well enough that he couldn't argue with Lyney. If he were in Lyney's place, he would have run the other way, without giving the other a second thought!
Hm! Lyney, as Rabbit-like as he is, the magician is an interesting sort. Instead of declining the offer, he chooses to entertain the beast.
"I am pleased." Sebastian places a hand to his chest and bows ever so lightly.
"Good question, Lyney."
He's guiding, leading the way to the Calliope Theater.
"I would have taken my husband; however, he is preoccupied with something else at the moment. I just so happened to stumble upon you on my nightly walk."
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Kaine had told him about Sebastian. Their demon lord of a father, but he didn't exactly know what this demon lord was supposed to look like. So, when he was presented with this pale, long darked-haired stranger staring at him, he just shyly tried to hide behind the Offiuco doll he was holding.
That stare, it was like...something was trying to see into his mind. It was scary. So he held up the doll to hide his own eyes from that gaze and moved his head away. Yet, he couldn't ignore what he was sensing. He didn't know what it was, only that it felt familiar, but it was still scary!
"Am....am I in the way?" He spoke, still from behind his doll.
It came in like a wave. The familiar scent of the woman he was supposed to marry, but the strong scent of his own blood lingered in the air.
"..." It's what made him come this way.
It's what made him stand face-to-face with this child.
Sebastian doesn't know him. However, just like every one of his other children, he sensed the child's existence.
"No. You are not," He finally answers.
He shakes his head.
Unbelievable.
"You. What is your name, child?"
With every emotion Adolin feels, he can see the heart beating against the human's chest. The sound of the blood pumping through. The way he swallows. It's tantalizing.
It takes everything in Sebastian's power to hold back, but it's really hard, especially right now. More than ever!
Vanth's arm flies protectively between him and Adolin. As if that alone could shield the human. It's useless; even Vanth knows that, but he still attempts it.
He breathes out, barely holding back a hiss, fangs visible through parted lips. The need to just pounce on Adolin and sink his teeth in right now---GOD, what he would do.
Just a little bit. How else will he make sure we have enough food?
Temptation pricks at the back of Sebastian's neck. Normally, the king was well-versed in holding back. He'd gone years without eating in the past. He could do it again.
"Prince Adolin," He whispers, voice huskied with a kind of need.
"Perhaps it was not wise for us to invite you in. You should leave."
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The arm in front of Adolin is more of a suggestion than any real attempt to stop the king's advances. Sebastian knows well enough that if it came to it, Vanth could have Adolin out of harm's way in the blink of an eye. A quick teleport is all it would take, and Vanth doesn't want to risk them hurting someone who only came to check on them—because Sebastian would want better than that after everything that's happened between them, wouldn't he? And he does, by the sound of the warning he gives Adolin. To leave while he still has some self-control. It's okay, Vanth tells Sebastian with a look, a feeling through their bond. I can take care of us. Just let him leave. ❝ Adolin, ❞ Vanth quietly calls for his attention, knowing he's only raised more questions that he's currently leaving unanswered. ❝ We're fine. You can go... ❞
Vanth meets his gaze, and though his words permit to leave, his expression seems to imply that Adolin will be leaving one way or the other, if Vanth has his way. He's only giving him the opportunity for it first. ❝ Please. ❞ @highprinceadolin -> @occultacarne
In moments of vulnerability like this, it was easy to forget that Sebastian wasn't merely human. But those eyes, usually so brilliantly golden, now held a different gleam, and the fangs that had slipped into view made Adolin understand what he'd failed to grasp before.
Vanth kept trying to shield him - or perhaps trying to talk some sense into the other man - but all Adolin could think about was what it would mean if he actually walked away.
Vanth cared about Sebastian. So, so much. The three of them knew he would stop at nothing to give his husband whatever he needed, even though, right now, Vanth should be resting just as much as Sebastian.
I can do it. Suddenly, Vanth's words made perfect sense to Adolin.
To recover from serious injuries, food and rest were essential. But for Sebastian, food meant something very, very different.
"Vanth, you can't" - Adolin says at last.
Vanth had already explained what they did. How… he offered himself so Sebastian could feed. And as much as Adolin hated the thought, he couldn't be enough of a hypocrite to deny that Sebastian needed to eat - especially in a situation like this.
But Vanth was injured too. Vanth was exhausted too, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
Sebastian's request still hung in the air, echoed by Vanth's own plea.
Please.
Even so, Adolin hesitated, looking away from Vanth because it was impossible to meet his eyes right now.
"You can use me" - he says at last, directing the words to Sebastian rather than Vanth. "If I leave now, Vanth will…" - he swallows, his gaze dropping for a moment. "He's weak, Sebastian. But he's too storming stubborn to admit it or deny you anything, so…"
His stomach tightens. Maybe he was being one of the Ten Fools, but he couldn't let Vanth do it. Not when he was hurt too.
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You can use me,
Adolin says once he's grasped the situation.
Truth be told, Sebastian knew it would lead to this. Sebastian would rather leave and hunt than to feed on Vanth who was still also healing. It didn't matter if he was well off than himself or not.
"You are truly..."
For Adolin to offer himself with that same mindset, he knew it would happen. Still doesn't make the human any less of a fool.
But it is all Sebastian needs to unravel. Despite Vanth's guarding, Sebastian leans forward, hand moving past Vanth's and grabbing hold of Adolin. The action is quick, not enough time to move. Vanth would have teleported them someplace safe, after all.
It'll only take a second for those very fangs to make contact against skin, where the blood runs thickest.
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"Really?" The Doctor sounded quite confused but in a pleased kind of way. How did the saying go? One man's trash was another man's treasure. And he would not complain about a freebie. "Sometimes dead they can be more useful than alive," he let out a low chuckle, his own statement apparently materializing a rather delightful memory that he didn't mind recollecting.
Entirely unphased by the situation he had kneeled down to examine the body somewhat properly, checking the complexion and non-existent pulse of the poor fellow that had fallen victim to this gentlemanly beast. And indeed they were entirely devoid of blood, checking the supposed incision wound, he couldn`t help but feel impressed.
His beaked face looked up to the other, his scientific curiosity as visible as his morbid fascination. "A human holds, depending on their size of course, roughly between 4 to 6 liters of blood, and yet you drained them of every last milliliter," that was a marvelous feat to accomplish in such a short span of time, "losing half of it will already put someone in mortal danger, after that point they will have no chance of survival without urgent medical attention."
Not to mention that the consumption of blood could lead to hemochromatosis in a normal person, yet this man was looking more vital than ever. Oh, what joy, he must have stumbled upon someone truly abnormal!
Dottore stood back up, for now not paying too much mind to the dead body at their feet, instead, extending a gloved hand to the other man. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, my dear. From the looks of it you are sustaining yourself from blood, if my assumption is correct?"
"Ah, you are a healer," Sebastian says with a knowing glance. "To think one would come my way?" It's intriguing to see how this man even deals with the process of a victim turning into a corpse.
"It is a pleasure," he says in return, hand holding Dottore in a handshake.
"And your assumption is correct. I do not need it as much as my kin; however, it is a way for me."
Hm. There's something odd about this man's blood. He isn't sure what it is, though.
He doesn't have the chance to ask when the corpse begins to disappear.
Interesting.
"That is the first."
He supposed that if he had stuck around the bodies long enough, he'd learn that they didn't stick around for too long.
Something about the way Vanth seems so intent on downplaying the situation only makes Adolin's heart beat faster in alarm. "It's definitely not fine, Vanth" - and yet, when he speaks, there's no sharpness in his voice. "And this isn't some storming competition. You both need care" - he adds. What good would it do to sacrifice Vanth's well-being just to take care of Sebastian, or vice versa? That wasn't how things were supposed to work. Adolin worried about Vanth, especially if Vanth apparently wasn't going to worry about himself.
The touch on his arm softens, and before Adolin can say anything else, Sebastian's question makes his gaze turn back to him, meeting an intensity there that he hadn't expected.
"Whatever it was needed. Helping clean your wounds, making sure you get enough rest and have enough food to reco…" - his words trail off before he can finish the sentence, because, completely out of nowhere, Vanth moves, placing that arm protectively between the two of them.
Confused, Adolin looks from Sebastian to Vanth, then back to Sebastian again, his brows furrowing as he tries to figure out what storming thing he'd apparently missed.
"What?" - he asks, because, really, what else is he supposed to say?
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With every emotion Adolin feels, he can see the heart beating against the human's chest. The sound of the blood pumping through. The way he swallows. It's tantalizing.
It takes everything in Sebastian's power to hold back, but it's really hard, especially right now. More than ever!
Vanth's arm flies protectively between him and Adolin. As if that alone could shield the human. It's useless; even Vanth knows that, but he still attempts it.
He breathes out, barely holding back a hiss, fangs visible through parted lips. The need to just pounce on Adolin and sink his teeth in right now---GOD, what he would do.
Just a little bit. How else will he make sure we have enough food?
Temptation pricks at the back of Sebastian's neck. Normally, the king was well-versed in holding back. He'd gone years without eating in the past. He could do it again.
"Prince Adolin," He whispers, voice huskied with a kind of need.
"Perhaps it was not wise for us to invite you in. You should leave."
@blightsbite -- @highprinceadolin
He taps the top of his cards once his companion set down his cards. A card was given and he studied it for a moment.
"...Right, right. People around here aren't just from different countries..."
He mutters mostly to himself as he tilted his head to look over at the other.
"Mind sharing a bit about yourself? Where did you come from?"
Or rather asking what world was the other from. Eh, either one gets some sort of answer. He kept the other's first question in mind in the meantime.
The night was young and he didn't have a curfew and the tray of food was calling his name.
"I hail from a realm called Aestirah's Rune." He doesn't miss his beat when placing his card when it is his turn. "It is said that the realm was named such because it belonged to an Entity. According to the books, it was that very entity that created my world." Funny how, years of studying the histories, he's become quite interested in the stories behind his own world. It was one of his favorite studies as a child.
"How about yourself? You are human, yet there is something special about you."
"You are amazing."
Sebastian wraps an arm around Vanth, pulling him in closer and planting a gentle kiss on the pactbearer's cheek. "You never cease to amaze me." He can compliment Vanth all day. Truly, he was proud.
"It meant a lot to me that you agreed with it all. You conveyed exactly what you wanted to them. Neoma and Achilles saw it, and they trust you for that reason."
He lets his eyes fondly linger on the shorter male until, eventually, his eyes catch a glimpse of the singe from Neoma's saliva. "Perhaps we can also fix your jacket, hmhm."
Praise from Sebastian always makes Vanth so giddy. Gathered into his lover's arms, Vanth giggles and lovingly rests his palm over the man's chest. ❝ Pff, Seeeeb... ❞ Vanth gently nudges his forehead into him right as Sebastian's lips draw back. ❝ Jeez... You're lucky I don't have a huge ego... ❞ Once Sebastian is back to his full height, Vanth's eyes dance over his face, a soft smile settled over his lips. ❝ 'Course I agreed. I know how much it means to you. Those three are yours—you made them. It makes me happy... To have them trust me like that. ❞ Vanth's gaze flicks up, catching those golds he loves so much. Briefly, they linger... Until Sebastian examines his jacket, and breaks the spell before it can take hold. ❝ Oh yeah! Hey— ❞ Excitedly, Vanth bounces on his toes just a bit.
❝ You wanna do a DIY project with me? I was thinking of giving this old thing some new life! Maybe with your awesome powers, my ambitious brain, and some craft supplies, we can tackle it together. ❞
"A project?" He tilts his head curiously. He's intrigued. What does Vanth have up his sleeve this time? He's certainly full of surprises!
"Will we need to stop by the store to grab anything. Or perhaps, we just may be able to cheat?" Of course, they couldn't forget about his ability to transmutate whatever he wanted. Either way, he's guiding them back where they can work in peace while they were at work.
"What did you have in mind, Dove?"
Ismene's gasp for air once she's released almost rattles. Almost.
She isn't sure she drew blood, but she does decide to clean her nails later. Ismene coughs and hacks, a hand of hers coming up to her throat as she readjusts to breathing again.
Rarely does the fallen angel glare, but she's leveling one at Sebastian.
"Or what? You will maim me before you kill me? I will just come back. He would have found out eventually."
Some husband. Does he wish for Vanth to suffer under his possession?
Sebastian flexes his fingers. A low hiss escapes from the depths of his throat. Truly, he did not like it at all. He shoots her a glare of his own. He'd have no issue eating her right here and now.
"It does not matter," He answers, aggravated.
"Whether he'd find out eventually or not, it does not matter. I would rather he was kept in the dark longer."
He stands over here. Yes, he'd kill Ismene over and over again. Death was not permanent, but it didn't matter
His eyes returned to Sebastian as the man took the lead in explaining, and Adolin nodded as he listened to the part about the light, his stomach churning at the thought. So that had something to do with everything that was happening here?
Probably all of storming Spirale had seen - and heard - that explosion of light that had suddenly appeared a few days ago. Adolin had wondered what it had been. At first, he'd assumed it was some Star thing. But now, as the pieces began to fall into place, his eyes widened slightly.
It had been light from an angel. And Adolin knew very well what the angels thought of Sebastian.
"Are you saying…" - he began, only to stop when he saw Vanth helping Sebastian into a seat.
At first, his instinct was to move closer and help as well, but he stopped halfway through the motion, realizing that Sebastian might not appreciate it. Pride and appearances, Adolin knew all too well how important those could be.
But then Vanth's words reached his ears, and all the color seemed to drain from Adolin's face. "What?!"
This time, he did move closer. Not necessarily to sit beside Vanth, but to crouch down in front of him, his eyes searching him from head to toe, as if those words had suddenly made every mark on his body infinitely more concerning.
And before he could even think better of it, his hand reached out to gently touch Vanth's arm. "Mostly okay? Storming you, Vanth, you just said you died" - he said, his voice thick with worry.
"You both…" - his eyes sought out Sebastian as well, thousands of questions flooding his mind. How? Why? But none of that mattered right now. "How badly are you hurt?" - he asked both of them. "How… how can I help?"
He hesitated, realizing he didn't even know what kind of help would actually be useful to them. "Storms, if I'd known, I would've come much sooner."
The thought of Vanth… alone… No. He didn't even want to imagine it.
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It wasn't a chance that they would get. Between Adolin's sharpness and Vanth's guilt, everything would be revealed. Naturally, when Vanth speaks the truth of what happened, Sebastian isn't upset that it is out there for Adolin to hear and worry further about them.
Sebastian leans back against his seat, the back of his neck against the seat. A quiet sigh leaves him, eyes watching Adolin's worry for Vanth.
He doesn't know.
Because of course he doesn't.
"What would you have done if you had come sooner?"
Vanth,
He calls out to his partner's name through their bond. Sebastian can only do so much. He can feel himself slipping away again, and yet he manages to keep himself upright in his seat, sitting comfortably and looking at Adolin. The only telltale sign that he's near his edge is the swirling red that seems to mix in with his golden.
the human...
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