𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘

Roy Murdoch || 155 || Dark Fairy (Plant Specialty, some Animal) || Drug Dealer || Scottish/English

[royofchaos]

wtfjcsie:

Every sort of person seemed to have a taste to them, a feeling that lingered through Josie’s subconscious. As opposed to Hugo, who she always felt burned but was smooth like a good liquor, Roy was something sticky…slimier perhaps, trying to cover itself up with a sparkly, but ever-dark veneer. Watching him now, giggling and biting down on her bottom lip with delight at his commentary, she still saw it. She wondered if Roy knew it as well, but chose instead to continue on. In either circumstance, Josie found herself at least a little more relaxed in his presence. “I never make it forgetful.” 

Taking a larger sip, she nodded as he talked, looking off to the side for a second with a bittersweet grin as she thought on their time together once more. When he finally got back on track though, her head snapped back over to him, eyes widening just a little at the prospect of being close. “That answer depends just as much on you as it does me, babe.” Finishing off her glass in record timing – being a vampire and drinking sustenance made that part easy – she then leaned in close to his face. Her voice was almost a whisper, but just as challenging. “What do you consider the right payment for a month’s worth of narcotics and dust to tide me over?”

“That I can agree with,” he said with a smirk. The fae raised his glass to her before taking a swig of the drink and then placing it back on the table.

Roy did not shy away at all when Josie came near. Although it would be wise to reject her advances, the fairy had always been rather hedonistic. He tended to push away good sense when it interfered with him having a good time. And as Josie came close to his face and he smelled her perfume and the leather she wore, it was almost intoxicating. He could practically taste it and remember all the simple fun of old times.

“... Payment can come in many forms, love,” he said lowly, lips curling up into a smirk once more. His eyes gazed down to her lips and then back to her eyes. “Show me what you’re offering.” 

[royofchaos]

wtfjcsie:

He’d barely aged in all the time that they’d spent apart. Although, for a moment, Josie considered if it’d really been apart – they’d seen each other on and off (not romantically) for all that time when Josie ran dry, and it was quite easy to contact him if she needed. In all honestly, she didn’t mind him as much as she put on when it came down to it; he was a good conversationalist like Hugo, and had a suave mystery that she enjoyed in her male lovers. Watching his expressions closely with a curious smirk tugging at her crimson lips, she found no offense in him dismissing Shea and Hugo. After all, they were here alone.

“Third? I’m curious to hear the first two.” Her head tilted, eyes glittering then. He’d offered a classic Roy opening, and her head began to spin at how she could work this for her own interests. At something moving in her peripherals, she looked over, watching his fairy magic work and remembering just then how powerful he really was. Glancing at the label, she smiled. Her hand moved a little lower down his shoulder, a little tighter and warmer to the skin there. “You remembered my favorite – pinot noir. How sweet of you. Unless…it was merely an accident…” she trailed off, letting him take the lead on where to go with all she was offering.

“Number 1... unrestrained violence,” Roy mused, taking the bottle from the vine and letting the plant recoil back to it’s original state. “Number 2... just as unrestrained sex. Although number 1 and 2 can often intermingle when it comes to you.” He smirked a bit, opening the bottle. “Don't think I don’t remember.”

He began to pour into her glass, still smirking. “Don’t flatter yourself too much, love. I have a brilliant memory. And I am and always will be a gentlemen... I serve my guests only the best.” He looked over to her now as he began to pour into his own glass. “So, Is it business or hospitality you’re looking for, Josie? Or both? I can give you all the dust you want if you have what I like. In fact, I would give you just about anything in my collection for the right payment.” 

[royofchaos]

wtfjcsie:

At the scowl, Josie’s grin only grew further. Clearly, he didn’t like talking about this, which made it all the more fun. To see him squirm just a bit under the veneer of polite business man was always the best part of her night. However, she tried to remember that she was here to make Roy happy so that he’d give her product without charge, but to Josie, the way towards that was always through her taunts and then soothing. Roy was still partly human, after all. Even if he wasn’t, Josie was smart enough to know how to work him.

Josie glanced at the raven before looking back to him, staying standing as she listened. “I’m sure you do, you and your business have aged very well…” she walked towards where he was then, sliding into the spot on the couch next to him. Her head tilted slightly, looking over him, “I did tell you what I want, and it’s drugs, but you know as well as I do, Roy, that I deserve something of a discount.” Josie paused for a moment, chuckling lightly as she leaned in, “We should catch up, after all. I heard your girlfriend is now some hoty-toty Senator for your kind – oh, or is it ex-girlfriend? I can’t keep up these days, y’know? Does that make you upset? We can always talk about it,” Josie’s hand lightly went to his shoulder, words careful and light. “I’m in no rush. I have no one at home now that Hugo has run off to Fiji.”

Roy watched as she slid beside him, not moving or tensing. He’d never been particularly afraid of her. He knew the extent of her powers - both supernatural and her own innate Josie traits. He knew the things she could do but he never expected them from her. Additionally, he felt he had more than enough training to easily get out of any sticky situation he may find himself in with her. Vampires didn’t have magic, which was very convenient for him and good for how he felt about the species as a whole and as individuals. 

He raised a dark brow at the mention of Shea, disguising the fact thinking of her as a Senator had been the cause of a lot of inner turmoil for the past few days. He scoffed at the mention of Hugo. “I’m not here to talk about the woes of my love life,” he said, knowing it was useless to hide he hated the senator bit from her. But he could definitely hide the extent of it. “Or any of yours, for that matter. Although...” He let out a low laugh and shook his head a bit. “I will say that fate has a twisted sense of humor. Here you are again, forced to enjoy the shadows with me. Asking for your... third favorite form of escapism.” He waved his index and middle finger together, forcing a viney plant resting besides a decorative wine displayer to wrap tendrils around a bottle and bring it over.  

[royofchaos]

wtfjcsie:

Roy had been much younger when they had first met, of course, he’d never lost any of his signature suave or handsome. That wasn’t exactly why she’d been interested in him anyway– it had always been about the product. When one well dried up, another got filled, and Josie had always been a master at maneuvering her bucket in and out. Now, she figured, as much as she didn’t find Roy appealing any longer, she needed to make sure she didn’t dry up.

Watching the apple his in hand, small grin on her face, her eyes then trailed back to meet his as he discussed the price. Not free. It wasn’t as if money was an object these days but…she also like saving hers. “Dust, of course. Maybe some coke– is molly still popular?” she began to pace around the space, admiring everything and smoothing her hand over a nearby table. “Your business must be hurting, what with the legalization and all. Oh, and Queen Tinker Bell royally fucking you all.”

Ooo, sore subject. Roy hated talked about the royals. He had nothing personal against them, at least not until that little law that they placed recently about the dust collection. Before he just didn’t like them because they were everything wrong with the faefolk in his most not humble opinion. Now he had more reasons.

He scowled a bit and made his way over to an expensive looking chair of antique quality. “I have business in many more places beside West Hollow, love, and with much more...” He said, sitting down. His raven flew in from the window and over to a golden perch by the fireplace. “It’s hardly been more than a nuisance... Now, tell me what it is you want. Inhibitions are the only reason you came, I hope?” There was a time he would have hoped for more, but that had been so fleeting he hardly remembered anymore.

[royofchaos]

soulofsin:

“Good,” she began, “I should hate for this to go…what is the saying? South?” She had an edge to her voice. It was always nice to lock hooks when going fishing. While some might find it annoying, while some might perhaps be more interested in the classic hook, line, and sinker, Mila much preferred mutual benefits. She didn’t need to have the upper hand at all times, and if anything, knew the positives of losing it from time to time. Reaching into her suit jacket, she pulled out a card that read Emilaya Oruzhiye, along with her credentials and contact information and handed it along to him. “I’m always in the business of doing business,” she said, a smirk on her lips. 

“Absolutely,” Roy agreed with an unwavering grin on his face. While terrifying people was all sorts of fun, it was always nice to play on a level field with someone else as well. A challenge always made life just a little more interesting. He took the card, reading over her name and skimming over the other information with a little less interest. Afterwards, he pocketed it and offered another grin in her direction as he looked up. “As am I... A pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Oruzhiye.”

[royofchaos]

soulofsin:

“One thing you should know about me, Roy,” she began, in a rare show of honesty, “is that I can always guess.” There was an unintentional edge to her words, but for the most part, she remained lighthearted. She nodded as he confirmed he would not be a threat to her, feeling her shoulders relax ever-so-slightly, almost unnoticeable, and thought about his offer. If she were a better person, perhaps she might decline. And while Mila had others’ best interests at heart, sometimes, her moral compass could be skewed. For her, the ends justified the means, and she could definitely see the benefits in his offer. “That sounds like a fair deal,” she said, after some thought. “Over the years, I’ve become quite annoyed with the bureaucracy,” she admitted. “So long as you uphold your end…I don’t see why not,”

I can always guess. Interesting. She seemed interesting. “Brilliant,” Roy said, pleased with himself for having had the patience to stop and talk. Politeness and a little patience tended to pay off. Even if he had to overcome the urge to roll his eyes at the idea of a ‘mental health professional.’ At least this woman was a lot more intriguing than what he constituted as a simple shrink. “I wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.” There was a small grin curling his lips. “Do you have a business card?”

[royofchaos]

wtfjcsie:

Josie without drugs? Absolutely unacceptable in today’s climate! However, it did happen from time to time. As much as Josie was able to worm her way through the circles of West Hollow in order to get what she wanted in terms of substances, sometimes the well simply dried up. The fairies had now been forced to contribute more and more of their dust, making it harder for everyone else to get fresh product, along with the ones that had been circulating town provided for free by none other than their Queen had been ravaged faster than a pack of vultures on road kill. Human drugs, too, had seen a delay in shipment.

That’s where Roy, came in, of course. As much as Josie loathed the man for dumping her, she occasionally got desperate enough. Tonight was one of those nights, and arriving in before Roy was home, she took her spot once more on his couch. She had picked out only the most revealing of outfits she could find, knowing she at least had that going if it came to it. Lighting a cigarette, he arrived only ten minutes after her, Josie onto her second one as she scrolled through her phone to pass the time. Once she heard the familiar flutter of him arriving, she stood up, cheshire grin as thick as ever. 

“Roy, darling,” she chuckled darkly, outstretching her arms. “I’m sure you do. I would have already raided the place had it not been for your swift arrival.”

Roy eyed Josie over as he plucked an apple from a large plate of fruit. The outfit was something of a tell-tale sign she wanted something. In relation to how they aged, they hadn’t been together too long but long enough he’d come to learn quite a lot about her. The fae turned the red fruit over in his hand as he made his way over with the expression of someone just vaguely amused. 

As long as she wasn’t there to cause trouble for him, he never minded her company. It was quite thrilling sometimes. Although the thrill had not been enough to make up for all the trouble back in the day. There just came a time solo-chaos had begun to have more appeal. 

“... What will it be today, love? Remember, however... even for you, it’s not free. I have a business to worry about.” He raised his brows pointedly. That had been a whole issue with them. Business over pleasure. “You know that.”

[royofchaos]

> @wtfjcsie​ !!

It was as if he teleported when the fairy suddenly appeared a couple steps away from the open window and landed casually on the wood. In reality, he was practiced in speed and subtly when it came to his fairy form. Roy was purposefully walking towards his living room to get to the kitchen and grab something simple to eat when he caught something from the corner of his eye. 

He paused, taking a moment to assess the figure from his peripherals before turning to face her and sighing. Josie hadn’t changed. She always did this. “G’evening, love...” He said dully, continuing towards the kitchen now. “What brings you to my humble abode?” Rustic, maybe. Flawlessly detailed and decorated, yes. But it definitely wasn’t humble. “Something tells me I already know...”

[royofchaos]

soulofsin:

Though humour was almost never her strongest suit, Mila nonetheless appreciated when she could make others laugh. Partially because it was the best way to make acquaintances, and another in part because it usually led to people’s guards being let down. This latter part, she knew, wasn’t the kindest thing about her, but in a town like this (after living here for two centuries) one was nothing without one’s connections. 

“It may be. Though I must say, I expect you’re used to hearing such things,” she said, waving it away with her hand. She was already learning so much about him: namely, that he was dangerous. Dangerous, and therefore, good to know. “I suppose you’re right,” she said, a devilish look on her face, though she disagreed entirely, and a mischievous tone. “Enlighten me with what sorts of trouble you’d get into, were our positions switched?”

He chuckled lightly. “Well, I suspect you can guess,” he said with a smirk in her direction. “My kind are known for our mischievous nature, and I am no exception. Although some might... accurately argue that I far extend simple ‘mischief.’” Roy said mysteriously, still smirking. “You won’t have to worry about any of that extending to you... well, if perhaps we can strike a deal.” His dark brows raised slightly, smirk softening into a more knowing smile. “You come to me for all medicinal needs far extending the bureaucracy of hospitals, and I may refer some... trouble clientele in your direction. I know quite a few.”

[royofchaos]

pestilentially:

The unfamiliar face earned a slight furrow of brows, though it was a pleasant surprise to be met with his english accent. Mikolaj curled his lips into a subtle smile, having come from London just now. “I wanted to paint the sunset as I see it, not from memory or reference,” the explanation was simple enough. 

“I am new to town, and the dark doesn’t scare me. The world is quiet at night, I think it’s the perfect kind of peaceful for a walk.” After a brief pause, he added a concerned, “What’s so reckless about it?” Though in reality he was curious rather than worried. A vampire never feared the dark, it was the light that threatened to hurt him.

Roy offered a crooked smile as the man spoke and nodded slowly. He could always appreciate someone else who enjoyed the night. But then again, he could handle it in West Hollow. Any creature that threatened him, had just as much (if not more) of a threat in return from him. If this guy was one of those creatures, then he’d probably be fine as well. If he was a human, well then - he was an idiot.

“Ahh, well... Lots of wild animals in the forest. They say they come out a lot. There have been attacks.” He had to beat around the bush and be careful with his word because Roy couldn’t lie, but it was also not in his best interest to start rambling about the supernatural and be seen as reckless by another supernatural or crazy by a clueless human. “Perhaps you did not know that. Foreign, then? The accents on us can be quite a give away. But I’ve been here longer than you know.” 

[royofchaos]

shearriley:

Though Roy had a point– they couldn’t lie– there were other things that a fairy could become skilled at in order to get around it. For those who knew that fairies couldn’t lie, only a fool would still blindly believe everything they said. Fairies could deceive as much as anyone else. This time, however, Shea had no reason to doubt Roy. He wasn’t walking circles around the truth. It was the ugly and unignorable truth. Shea couldn’t mold Roy into someone he wasn’t. She couldn’t make him feel remorse for the things that he had done nor could she sway him away from doing those things in the future. Roy was right. And as much as she would have wanted to stay with him, she wouldn’t have been able to handle hearing about what he was doing.

“Well I suppose I have to believe it, don’t I? Since you’ve outright said it.” Her working theory that he had been so persistent about seeing her to ease his own guilt was now useless. “Yes, it hurt! I don’t know it what universe that you thought that it wouldn’t! I loved you, Roy, and you just disappeared! Regret over hurting me then isn’t going to change anything now so I hope all the hurt that you got to spare yourself was worth it!” 

Shea took a breath and let her volume settle. She hadn’t realize how out of control she had let herself get in the moment. Shea opened her mouth to apologize but couldn’t. She wasn’t sorry at all. 

Roy recalled the small bit of parchment he’d left. ‘I have to go away now. Sorry, sunflower. Please don’t look for me.’ He’d thought about it a few times over the decades, wondering what else he could have written to ease her pain. But he remembered that, at the time, it was all he could muster. Roy pictured himself leaving it beside the vase of the little place they were staying at in the early morning before she’d woken up. The image crossed his mind quickly before he was, once again, being completely engrossed in her understandable anger.

I loved you. The words stung more then the most poisonous plant he’d ever played too close with. Roy was silent for a moment, looking away and into the forest. Finally, he answered, taking a couple steps to continue their walk before pausing to wait for her to do so as well. “... You’re just as much of a spitfire as always.” He eyed her with a small grin to ease the tension. This may have been one of the only times in his life he wasn’t about to fight fire with fire. Anger with more anger. Not with her. Roy’s grin faded. “To be honest, I don’t know if it was worth it yet.” He wasn’t even sure what that meant - except maybe he couldn’t really read his own feelings about the situation well. He may not have been able to lie outloud, but that just made the lies he told himself in his head seem just that much more true.

[pestilentixlly-deactivated20181]

Mikolaj went to the park an hour before sunset to paint. Most people prepared to leave while he set up his easel and started working. Joggers, people walking their dogs, a few couples. At least there weren’t children around to scream or knock into his easel. The sunset cast a beautiful glow on the town and Mikolaj turned off his brain while he painted, letting his eyes and hand do their work. It wasn’t supposed to be a masterpiece, but his mind worked best when the world stood still and everything else disappeared. 

Anne Marie ghosted his thoughts, and so did Aleksandr. Dead fledglings. A town crawling with monsters. What to start with? He resurfaced from the depths of his mind when something broke his concentration.

[royofchaos]

It was finally getting late enough in the day when the fairy decided to take a stroll through the park on his way to the liquor store. He was a casual drinker who never had too much, but lately he’d had enough guests in his home to greatly diminish his stock. He was thinking of going directly there and returning without pause when he noticed an artist at work nearby. 

Roy appreciated art. It was a timeless way of expression and creativity. While he was never an artist himself, he always found time to admire works be enjoyed or be impressed by the creators that made them. So he found himself wandering over out of pure curiousity. He hummed thoughtfully as he stopped right by the man. “Awfully late to be out here in an empty park right as it’s getting dark. You must be new to town. Or simply reckless.” He said, voice heavy with an english accent.

[royofchaos]

shearriley:

Shea’s eyes met Roy’s when she stopped but immediately averted them when he started speaking. She had spent decades letting her feelings about Roy leaving her and feelings for Roy be left underneath the rubble of her old life in Ireland. It was a mistake to bring it up now, especially since she hadn’t prepared herself. Unfortunately, it was too late to take it back and find a different topic.

“Why would I have any reason to think otherwise, Roy?” Shea’s hazel eyes met his again, her voice filled with more conviction the longer she spoke. “You left without any warning or explanation so I had to draw my own conclusions.” Stunned and hurt by his words, Shea took a small step back. “You didn’t do that for me. You did that to save yourself from having to tell me that you were leaving me. Even if you’re right that I wouldn’t have wanted to go, I’m not going to let you spare yourself any guilt by letting you think that you did me any favors.” 

Roy furrowed his brows while she spoke, tensing up all the while. When she finished speaking he looked away and scoffed in impatience. The whole situation brought him back to decades prior - small arguments over harmless things that they would laugh about after. This was a bit different. She seemed to be under completely false impressions, and that frustrated Roy more than he cared to admit.

He looked back to her. “Guilt? When have I ever shown you I’m a man besought with guilt? I told you what I’ve done but I never once lied. You know I can’t. I never once said the things that happened plagued me - the only thing that plagues me is the angels and what they did to my family in Scotland. I don’t care about those peasant lives ruined or ended - they meant nothing to me. And believe it or not, I don’t feel-” Fuck. His fairy magic couldn’t bring him to say ‘guilty’ again, suddenly making him realize the extent of how much he’d been deceiving himself. Quickly trying to backtrack, Roy continued after only the slightest pause. “-that I was wrong for doing what I did. Because it’s the truth. I didn’t think you’d be able to handle the life I wanted. I wanted to spare myself the sting of hearing it from your lips. So I regret if it hurt you instead, but I’ve never been very selfless to begin with.”

[royofchaos]

soulofsin:

Truthfully, it wasn’t as if Mila had met too many of her kind either. She tended to gravitate more towards other species, then again, she very well could have met other ghosts and lived in ignorance. That much, she wasn’t so willing to believe. Mila always found out these things, one way or another, and it was quite honestly the first thing she liked to know. It was important to know who she was dealing with, after all. 

Should she tell the truth? She wasn’t particularly proud of the way she died, and it in no way reflected the person she was now. It barely reflected the person she was then. “A man like you succeeded in charming me,” she said, without malice, almost a playfulness to her tone despite the subject at hand, “with his interesting products,” she hoped that was explanation enough. She laughed, a quick and short thing, though she genuinely was amused. “What else? Would you suggest I look into a haunting career, knocking over things and whispering in the dark?” 

Roy laughed. There was something intriguing about the woman, especially since she seemed more secretive than he expected at first. That or she simply didn’t feel comfortable sharing the story of her death. In hindsight, he would also feel loathe to sacrifice his dignity and tell the story of his death unless he’d destroyed an entire army in the process - or something impressive like that. 

“Is that so?” Roy responded with a grin to her comment on having charmed her. “Hmm, well. Not necessarily but there are plenty of other fun things to do when you can still affect the world but not get killed or hurt.” His grin widened. “I’d say it’s the number one perk of being what you are. No consequences.”

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shearriley:

“I don’t know.” Shea said honestly. She hadn’t put too much thought in what Roy was up to in the time they had been apart– not that in depth anyway. She had tried not to think about most of it. Any thoughts on it usually revolved around who he might have been running around with rather than what he was doing. Even if she had tried to dream up some type of scenario of the trouble he was getting himself into, clearly it would have been vastly underestimating him and what he was truly capable of.

You know that isn’t me. Shea looked out at the forest in front of them and took a breath, considering it a little longer. “Do I?” Shea knew that Roy was different than the Roy she had known in Ireland but she couldn’t be sure just how different he was. “Roy, I’m not looking to change you but to say that I have much awareness of what is and isn’t you might be expecting too much. I don’t know which pieces of you have carried through time and which were tossed out as soon as you left me. And excuse me for not assuming the worst in you despite knowing about your past. I guess I have a better idea now.”

Roy resisted the urge to cringe at ‘as soon as you left me.’ Though he knew she’d be bitter about the way he just disappeared, it still made this weird, sick feeling churn in his stomach. Was it quite possibly guilt? He decided to chalk it up to not wanting her to be in a bad mood. “You think I left you because I wanted to?” He began, raising his brows as he turned his head to look at her. A hand came out to touch her shoulder and stop them walking a moment so she could face him.

“I had to. I wanted to bring you with me, Shea, but you’re too soft for my lifestyle. You weren’t going to want to follow me into chaos and bloodshed.” He shook his head subtly. “I decided to save you the effort of having to choose to give us up, so I did it for you.”

[royofchaos]

🎶 + 🔀 (Roman's prank is that Roy can only speak in Disney song lyrics for an entire day.)

He had tried not to speak all day, due to the bloody curse placed on him by his least favorite warlock. Roy was furious, scowling as he walked into the forest. When his raven flew down to land on his shoulder, he started to mutter to the bird - as he sometimes did when he was in a mood. He knew with his own fairy abilities, the creature could understand him. “… prepare for the coup of the century. Be prepared for the murkiest scam. Meticulous planning. Tenacity spanning…” He would have his vengeance tenfold next time he saw Roman. (x)

[royofchaos]

soulofsin:

It was the very reason Mila liked Fae: if you asked the right questions, in the right order, and were capable of reading between many lines, you could get to the truth far quicker than with any other species. Even though she was well aware as to how dangerous they could be, she appreciated that fact. They certainly made for good clients, and she had seen a handful or two in the past. 

“Now, now,” she chastised, though her eyes were glinting with amusement, “if we’re to look at stereotypes, would an angel really be smoking?” She said, waving her cigarette around, forcing the smoke to dance in the air between them. She inhaled again, “I suppose your options are varied, but the answers are always there. Still, eyes for eyes,” she shrugged a shoulder, “I’m nothing but a ghost,” she tsked, shaking her head, “long since dead. I spend my days mining the minds of others, if only to give myself a semblance of a personality,” she was kidding, but this might not have been entirely clear. Her deadpan expression and monotone voice often led to misunderstanding. Not that she minded. 

Roy was vaguely surprised she was a ghost. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Or at least it made more sense than other species. And at least she wasn’t one of those pesky invisible spirits lingering around random establishments and frightening humans into making ridiculous shows and movies. He could appreciate a dead human trying to live life normally despite their demise.

“Ghost...” He mused, letting out a breathy laugh. “Interesting. Haven’t met too many of your kind... at least not the ones that aren’t uselessly knocking things over and whispering in the dark. At first glance, I never would have thought... How exactly did you die, if I may ask? Or, more importantly... are you so mad you’d spend your entire afterlife doing something as dull as this?”