#askseptiemephantom

[askvattenghoul-blog]

{ @askseptiemephantom } The water ghoul had wandered off from the church grounds for once, his gaze turned to the beautiful night sky above. He passed a few mortals on the way, feeling their stares. He did his best to keep his head high and ignore them as he found his way inside a bar. The air was heavy with smoke and the smell of alcohol. Music poured out from a couple of speakers mounted on the walls. It looked cozy enough, so Vatten made his way up to the bar itself and ordered himself a drink, trying not to stand out too much. The bartender gave him an odd look but smiled politely as they handed him his drink. Vatten thanked him and wrapped his clawed fingers around the cool glass.

[askmadamsatan]

{ @askseptiemephantom } It was late one evening when the Madam decided to head down to one of the downstairs bars. She did not expect there to be that many people as it was, well, quite late. She stepped off the elevator, her red heels clicking against the floors as she approached the bar. Inside, she was pleased to see only a few people sitting at tables and in the booths. She walked further inside, approaching the bar itself and ordering a glass of gin and tonic from the masked bartender. Once the drink was done, she thanked the masked gentleman and made her way towards one of the more private areas, she was stopped halfway though as she spotted an all too familiar face. "... Septième?" She questioned as she stood beside the man where he was sat.

[askdeuxiemephantom-blog]

[ @askseptiemephantom ] Deux was going about his normal business, mixing potions and poisons, turning stones into dust and handling dangerous chemicals. At one point, he gets up from his desk and through a few rows of shelves and cabinets before he reaches the one he was looking for. He looks down to get the right key from his pocket before looking back up and reaching for the lock. He stops halfway though, as he locks eyes with himself in the glass of the cabinet. He blinks a few times and moves his head from side to side, eyes squinted. “What the fuck?” he murmurs before taking off his work glasses and stepping closer to the glass. He takes a few seconds before he finally jumps back, startled. Are those fucking triangles in his eyes? 

He takes one more look before he drops his glasses and sprints off, out of the laboratory and down the long hallway towards the medical wing. He slows down a little as he reaches the medical wing, various nurses and doctors walking around, nodding at him with smiles but then looking at him weirdly. He hurries up a little before he finally reaches his best friend’s office, not bothering to knock before he opens the door and quickly closes it behind himself, spotting Septi behind his desk. “Vin! Vin, you gotta look at this, I think something is very wrong!” he starts as he walks over to the older man, his voice shaky and frantic. “Look!!” he says loudly as he leans in over the desk and points to his eyes. 

[askdeuxiemephantom-blog]

[Past-RP - 7 years before current timeline]  @askseptiemephantom​ The phantom walked out from the bar, a cigarette in hand. He looked around the dark street, drunk people yelling and struggling to walk in straight lines. He turned his head to look at the flashing neon sign above the building and smirked. The name of the place always cracked him up. He lifted the cig to his lips, feeling around his pockets for his lighter before the he looked up to see a small flame in front of him. He raised his brows and leaned forward, taking a soft inhale to light up the cigarette.  “Thank you!” he said and straightened his back, taking the cig from his lips and exhaling the smoke. He turned to look at the stranger, eyes roaming the other persons face and body. Damn, he thought. “I haven’t seen you here before, are you new?” he asked with a smile. 

[askdeuxiemephantom-blog]

@askseptiemephantom Deuxième stood in the garage, his back against the car they’d be riding to get to their location. A masked man stood besides him, hands folded behind his back. Deux looked around to check the clock, but couldn’t spot anything. Then he remembered that the driver probably had a watch and so he grabbed the masked man’s arm and pulled up his sleeve. Checking the time on the wrist watch there. 5 minutes, where was he?  Soon enough he heard the sound of one of the doors opening, and the familiar sound of combat boots hitting the concrete floor of the garage. He turned his head too see the phantom approaching and let go of the driver’s arm, fixing his sleeve and patting him on the shoulder. “Hej hej,” he said and gave Septième a small wave. He quickly went over the details of the mission with his best friend, and they would soon find themselves in the back of the car, driving towards the abandoned town, excitement bubbling in Deux stomach. He loved abandoned places. Maybe he could make Septi go exploring with him when they had finished their target. He wanted to ask, but then realized...   There had been an awkward silence between them the whole time, Deux figured that maybe none of them knew what to say. Or maybe Septi just didn’t want to say anything at all. He turned his head just enough to look at his friend out of the corner of the eye hole. 

[askdeuxiemephantom-blog]

[6 years from current timeline]  @askseptiemephantom He stumbled out of his car, almost falling to the ground in pain. Rain fell hard on his leather getup, the sound of it hitting his mask made his ears ring and he let out a groan. He held his arms to his stomach tightly and stomped his way to Vincent’s front door, his vision blurry and his head spinning. He fell against the door at first, the beak of his mask forcing him to turn his head painfully to the side as it hit the door. “Ffhuck..” he shuddered.  Deux then forced himself to stand upright and painfully pulled one of his arms away from his leaking wound, knocking frantically on the door. He knew this was a mistake. He knew he shouldn’t be showing up at “outsiders” doors in full phantom getup. But he also knew that this was a life and death situation, and the drive back to the tower could potentially be mean he’d die from blood loss. “V-Vincent!” he called weakly, his voice muffled under his heavy mask. 

[askdeuxiemephantom-blog]

"I’m always going to support you. Without even a second thought, I’ll be there when you need me. I want what’s best for you. " Septi says as he sips his 5th drink of the night, smiling.

@askseptiemephantomHe smiles back at the older man and holds his own drink up, clinking it against Septi’s.“Skål!” he says cheerfully before taking a large sip from the drink. “And I’ll always be here for you, you know that right? You happiness is important to me.. Very important. Because you..” he pauses and points at the older man, one eye squinted and his lip curled in a crooked smile. “You are important to me.” he tells Septi. 

[askdeuxiemephantom-blog]

[@asksisterbabael @askseptiemephantom] Deux put his phone back in his pocket with a sigh and took off his glasses. He looked around the almost empty laboratory, his eyes stinging from how tired he was. He got up from his desk and said goodnight to some of the alchemists still working. He pulled off his lab coat as he returned to his chambers, almost tempted to just get in bed and sleep the next day away. But alas, he had things to do. He went over to one of his cabinets and pulled out the drawer where he kept his medicine. He quickly spotted the bottle of sleeping pills, turning them in his hand. "These should do..." he muttered to himself and looked back at the drawer, his eyes landing on a bottle of pills he used to take for his anxiety. He blinked a few times, didn't he throw those out? He let out a shuddering breath and quickly closed the drawer. He walked out of his chambers and soon made his way into the hallway Septi resided in. He stopped in front of his best friend's door, praying to Satan that there'd be no unnecessary drama tonight. He let out a deep breath and knocked softly on the door, waiting.