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simone-artois:

Simone could tell the man wasn’t comfortable with the situation, and perhaps he could even be categorized as shy. But she had noticed the unkept man standing when he had tried to leave, and at the very least she could give him a reason to avoid whatever situation that was. She was also curious about this man in the dark suit. The town wasn’t very big, and she had yet to see him around, so maybe he was a new comer.

Pulling her new drink closer, the woman observed him for a moment before sipping at her liquor as he begrudgingly took a seat on the stool beside her.

“Hm,” she hummed, narrowing her eyes slightly as she scanned his face, “How about you pick a name and call me that. You know, since we’re playing games here.”

Oh good. She enjoyed playing games. Awesome. Apollo had to force himself to stop from rolling his eyes, his fingertips tapping anxiously on the bars surface. He strongly disliked socializing, only having come here to have a quick drink before he went back to his apartment.

“I’m not guessing your name, that’s ridiculous.” He muttered sourly, watching the unkept stranger by glancing over his shoulder every now and again. “Besides, I’m awful as guessing.”

#simone-artois

forgcttenkincaid:

“You have a nice face is all. Reminds me of a painting I saw once.” ( @secretphoenixx )

He wasn’t sure how to exactly take her comment, arching a brow in complete bewilderment. “A painting? My face reminds you of a painting?” Apollo repeated, brown eyes outlining the woman's small figure. “I’ll be honest, I’ve never herd that one before. Please tell me the painting wasn’t by Van Gogh. I would hate to be portrayed by a suicidal schizophrenic.”

#forgcttenkincaid

matildahunt:

“Rearranging someone face is never the answer” Matilda pointed out as she sipped on her drink a couple seats down from him. Her eyes glued on a book in front of her.“Though I might suggest giving them a creepy smile and they might stop staring” she pointed out finally glancing up from her book.

“At least it would stop the staring.” Apollo stated, dark eyes glancing in the woman's direction for a brief moment. “Although a creepy smile isn’t my style.” He took another swig out of his glass, allowing the whiskey to sit on his tongue only to feel it burn satisfyingly. “Besides, who are you to base an opinion when you’re so engrossed in that book?”

#matildahunt

wailingaxrelia:

“Then maybe being a little more grateful that they’re just staring, and not coming over here to talk to you, since you’re better off without them.” A brow arched, and despite the seriousness in his tone, she smiled. “Test you? Got cards on yourself or something?”

She had a point. The situation could be much worse. “I guess...” The man muttered from over his shoulder, refusing to look at the blonde woman. “I have a temper is what I mean.” He grumbled, lifting his hand up as the bartender turned around to signal for another drink.

#wailingaxrelia

bloodxspice:

“That’s good,” she said curious about what the hell he was. He didn’t smell like a wolf or let off the energy of a vampire. Maybe a witch? Too serious to be an imp. Maybe a ghost or one of those tetras she’d heard about? God, she hoped he wasn’t some boring ol’ human. “So why you so pissed off? Or are you always this angry for no reason?”

He continued to stare down at his drink, attempting not to flinch as this stranger continued to talk to him. “Currently, you’re the reason.” Apollo replied, swishing the liquid about within his glass as he moved it from side to side. “So how about you lay off.”

#bloodxspice

rebeccahawthornex:

Rebecca saw his body language change drastically and knew she hit a nerve. She watched in horror as the glass broke and red blood began to fill his hand, the bar went silent for a moment before the noise level of the bar began to raise with conversation. Rebecca being a natural helper she quickly stood up, moving towards him and grabbed his hand. “We need to get the glass out and wrap this up.” She looked at the bartender asking for a cloth. “Would you like me to pull it out, I can do it, if you like.” She felt her stomach fill with guilt as she glanced at his hand. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered, she had totally been to blame for making him upset enough to do this by mistake.

He didn’t care who witnessed his outburst, intensely staring at his new wound. Blood ran down his fingertips and began to pool in his palm, stiffening as the woman grabbed his injured hand. “I don’t want your help.” Apollo shot back, pulling his hand away from her before stepping back. “I’m fine.”

The lawyer glanced back down to examine the piece of glass which protruded out, slowly managing to use his opposite hand to pull the shard. He tried his best not to wince as he did so, placing the jagged piece upon the counters edge. Apollo glanced up again to stare at her, holding his hand outwards so the blood wouldn’t drip onto his suit.

Nothing else was to be said. He didn’t want her help... - In face he didn’t need it. Accepting help from others had always been a difficult challenge, always keeping his walls high and his heart locked up. He then turned away and headed toward the door which would lead him out onto the street.

#rebeccahawthornex #c; rebecca

rebeccahawthornex:

“Oh I didn’t know you had a badass mother, that went through a “lets beat up everyone that looks at me funny” stage… I must meet her.” Rebecca replied before shrugging “You may have not been talking to me but I answered and now we are in conversation. Simple really.”

If there was one thing he disliked talking about, it was family. Dark chocolate hues shot her a nasty glare, his fingers tightening around the glass he held. She had clearly stuck a nerve of which was better left alone and untouched. “My mother... my mother wasn’t around much. I’m afraid you’ll never have the privilege.”

Apollo slammed his empty glass down onto the bars surface, a loud crack following. He winced as shards of glass broke from the force, pulling his hand back to reveal a bloody palm. “Son of a bitch!”

#rebeccahawthornex #c; rebecca

lenoredauphine:

“Nope, but the manager and owner aren’t around which leaves me in charge.” And she had absolutely no qualms about motioning over a bouncer to escort a violent customer out of the establishment. “Your point? This is Red Creek. Either you get used to the stares or you go somewhere else.”

He decided to keep his mouth shut, simply shrugging his shoulders as he shot back the rest of his whiskey. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m not from here. Still getting used to it I suppose.” The British man commented, running both hands over the surface of his face with a tired moan. “I suppose it’s late. I should be getting home.”

#lenoredauphine

foreveryoungalbus:

“Why is that so impossible?” he asked, noticing how shocked the other seemed to just the idea of someone being interested in him. The vampire was straight, but he was man enough to admit that he could see when a guy wasn’t ugly, so he doesn’t see why he thinks could be so impossible.

“Because I prefer to go unnoticed.” Apollo shot back, tapping his fingers against the glass which now only possessed three cubes of ice. The lawyer finally slid the glass away from him as he took a step back from the counter, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Does it really matter?”

#foreveryoungalbus #c; albus

hanna-vanxallen:

“Yeah– I’m going to ask you not to do that because this is my one night off and I’d rather not have to arrest someone for a stupid bar fight if it’s all the same to you.”

Apollo glanced up from his glass, staring the woman down from the corner of his eye. “I’m not going to start a fight unless they decide they want to test my patience.” He muttered, glancing over his shoulder in the strangers direction. Both hands were wrapped around the sphere shape, squeezing the glass with aggravation.

#hanna-vanxallen

foreveryoungalbus:

secretphoenixx:

“If they keep looking at my like that, I’m going to have to rearrange their face.” Apollo muttered, currently standing at the bar as he awaited his drink. He was dressed in a silk suit, one leg crossing the other as he leaned against the counter for support. This is why he didn’t like socializing, hating the feeling of being watched or observed. Stop staring asshole.

“Maybe they just liked you and are trying to create courage to come talk to you” he knew he did that a lot of times before, he was so shy that he took some time to create courage to go talk to a girl he was attracted to. And when he finally created courage, he ended up babbling, he couldn’t really flirt for the life of him, ever.

Apollo nearly choked on his drink at the mans words, forcing the liqueur back and down his throat before beginning to cough. “Like me? If that’s the case which is highly unlikely, I’m not interested.” He muttered as he slid the empty glass away from him.

#foreveryoungalbus #c; albus

lefebvrexgiovanni:

APOLLO LOCKHEART:

“If they keep looking at my like that, I’m going to have to rearrange their face.” Apollo muttered, currently standing at the bar as he awaited his drink. He was dressed in a silk suit, one leg crossing the other as he leaned against the counter for support. This is why he didn’t like socializing, hating the feeling of being watched or observed. Stop staring asshole.

“Rearrange someone’s face while I’m present and you’ll be swallowing your teeth instead of having another drink served. Ignore said person, it’s not a difficult task to accomplish.”

Dark eyes darted over to the man who made the sly comment, the corners of his mouth tipping upwards momentarily. “If you’d like to do so, please. Be my guest.” Apollo stated, glancing back over at the group which continued to stare at him as if he was a piece of meat. “What is up with them?”

#lefebvrexgiovanni

wailingaxrelia:

secretphoenixx:

“If they keep looking at my like that, I’m going to have to rearrange their face.” Apollo muttered, currently standing at the bar as he awaited his drink. He was dressed in a silk suit, one leg crossing the other as he leaned against the counter for support. This is why he didn’t like socializing, hating the feeling of being watched or observed. Stop staring asshole.

“I bet you make friends real quick – Though, I can’t say that’s going to win you many arguments around here. People are more likely to test you on that threat than cower to it.”

Seriously. Why did every person in this bloody place have to make comments. “Luckily, I’m not looking for friends... actually I’m better off without them.” Apollo confirmed, now staring down at his empty glass which was beginning to taunt him. “If they’d like to test me, that’s their call.”

#wailingaxrelia #c; aurelia

storyofkane:

secretphoenixx:

“If they keep looking at my like that, I’m going to have to rearrange their face.” Apollo muttered, currently standing at the bar as he awaited his drink. He was dressed in a silk suit, one leg crossing the other as he leaned against the counter for support. This is why he didn’t like socializing, hating the feeling of being watched or observed. Stop staring asshole.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” a peaceful drink before the town went dark from curfew; that’s all he wanted.

“I don’t call staring at a stranger nothing, that’s for sure.” Apollo replied, sipping at this drink quietly while his eyes glared in the direction of this unknown man. People in this town.

#storyofkane #c; kane

He was currently taking another swig out of his glass, cocking a brow at her words. “Bloody hell, you sound like my mother.” Apollo muttered, clearly annoyed by the woman’s words. “Besides, I wasn’t talking to you. It was a self comment I shouldn’t have said out loud.”

#rebeccahawthornex #c; rebecca

“A vampire joke?...” Apollo stared at the woman as if she’d suddenly grown two heads. “What kind of question is that? No. It’s not a vampire joke.” He stated, shaking his head in absolute disbelief. What kind of place was he living in.

#bloodxspice #c; clary

Talking also wasn’t his best quality. Ever since he could remember, he’d been the wallflower standing in the back of the class terrified to even do show and tell. Perhaps it was from lack of a fatherly figure, or perhaps it was just the way he was. Either way, the entire situation made him rather uncomfortable. Who the fuck was this guy?

He’d only had one drink although he was feeling the whiskey fog his brain from shooting the last little bit in his glass. Dark eyes darted over to spare a quick glance towards the woman, feeling that far to familiar lump sitting in his throat. Apollo forced himself to clear it, leaning away from the counter and more comfortably into the bar stool.

“No, I’m nameless.” The lawyer replied with a stoic expression, glancing back behind the counter as the bartender approached with two more drinks. “What about you, do you have a name?”

#simone-artois #c; simone

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