#c:seth

[darcycrawford]

Seth | the girl who cried wolf

@seth-hastings​

Her plan was reckless and stupid and she knew that but Darcy was too proud to just stand around and be made a fool. Maybe she’d end up dying but at least she’d be a pain in the ass to those who’d pissed her off. And Seth had seemed like the perfect puppy dog to fool. She’d already sent a couple dozen photographs of Sebastian Hastings dealings to him, anonymously, of course. She didn’t know their family’s history but her intention was to stir up a bit of trouble. Just one issue arose, it wasn’t quick enough. It wasn’t bringing the same gratification as a normal take-down would. 

Reckless or not, her plan still faced scrutiny. She had gone over every possible outcome she could think of. Many ended in death; pissing off an original enough to snap her neck. At least, that was if they were feeling kind enough to do it quickly. Either way, she always knew she’d lead a short life. Why start running from death now?

Her boots made a distinct noise against the pavement as she crossed the road in front of the Imagine That theater. He had told her he worked there and over the past few weeks she learned his schedule. Just as another minute ticked by, she saw him walk out the doors. 

“Seth.” She was quick to pull on his arm, yanking him into a nearby alleyway. Strength wasn’t much of an issue when you caught someone off guard. She paused for a moment, faking to catch her breath. She worked up a flush in her cheeks to make her urgency more believable. “I know you don’t really know me but I need your help. Out of all the people I’ve met, you’ve been here the longest. There’s something seriously fucked up going on in this town.” 

[chrissy-brooke-blog]

@seth-hastings

The brunette looked smaller than she actually was with a hood pulled over her dark hair and surrounded by piles of books. She had plugged her ears with headphones and retreated to an apparently unused corner of the library, collecting any books that might have helped like a magpie collected silver. By the time a second being had found her, thick lashes had drooped downwards into a close, her body limp as her head rested on the open pages of an ancient book.

[atticus-west-blog]

sethmasters replied to your photo: Holy fuck

“You alright there, Masters?” 

[darcycrawford]

Seth | another one

@seth-hastings

Darcy slowly exited the library, attempting to watch each step on the stairs over a pile of loose papers and folders. She’d spent the past couple hours photocopying old records and newspapers. She always found the research portion of hunting to be relaxing, therapeutic. Unfortunately, this time she’d seen a familiar face and narrowly escaped another altercation. An original as a librarian? Admittedly the snort that sounded through the stacked books when she saw him was a bit of a dramatic reaction. 

She gripped a half empty coffee cup in her other hand, a feat that was sure to end in disaster as her shoulder bumped into someone passing by. The harmless nudge released half the stack of papers into the wind letting lose a string of curses from the hunter’s lips. “Oh, fuck.” 

[jirozilla]

Jiro was back again to make Seth wriggle like a worm. At least, that was the idea he'd gotten from the one who hired him to do this the first time. Maybe he'd gotten a bit excessive because Seth didn’t actually need to sign any contract, but it was more fun that way if he could talk him into it. That didn't work. This time, however, he was not asking, simply doing and seeing how far he could get. He started placing signs on the building: DANGER: DEMOLITION IN PROGRESS, putting tape around the area and turning incoming patrons the other way.

@all-cf-me (seth)

[jirozilla]

@all-cf-me (seth)

He was on a job that no one had actually hired him for, maybe he had lost it completely, or maybe he was just being petty. Jiro stood there, staring at the club owned by a councilman like it had personally offended him, before moving around the building, measuring nothing, just pointing at random spots. Eventually, he handed over the tablet with a demolition contract displayed for Seth to sign. "You need to sign here before we can get started." It was not a forged document, since Jiro worked in demolitions, but it was entirely unauthorised.

[briamonroe]

Who: closed for @wtfseth​

When: sometime after the Valentine’s Day Dance

Where: Campus Cafe

Bria’s mind wasn’t exactly elsewhere since Valentines Day, but she wasn’t exactly present either, instead she was somewhere between, her mind easily drifting off into her little fantasy world. It was always easy for Bria to day dream, but ever since the romantic whirl of the dance, or lack there of for her, she’d been extra dreamy, lost in what love would one day look like for her. The good thing about being able to drift away from her reality so easily was the light floating feeling it seemed to give her. The downfall? Moments like this where her earphones and train of thought left her bumping straight into someone as she turned away from the coffee bar with her latte in hand, it immediately dropping and splattering all over her feet, and likely the other’s as well. “Oh shit.” The brunette pulled an earphone out as she looked up with nothing but embarrassment on her face, “I am so sorry, I don’t know what is wrong with me.” 

[arlo-hrpr]

Halloween || Seth & Arlo

The last couple of weeks had been one of the more crazier weeks of his life, that’s for sure. The lack of freedom surely had done a number on the wild spirit that he proudly possessed. The ability to go wherever he pleased and do whatever he wanted was gone and it hurt him. He had come to learn about himself in a way that he didn’t necessarily wanted to. One thing that would spring to mind: his son, Seth. It was a painful reminder that his actions had consequences. But Arlo put it out of his mind and pretended it didn’t happen, like he would usually do. His ability to compartmentalize was astounding. And so he got himself ready for the Halloween party, wearing the flamin’ hot costume of a sexy dragon. And honestly? He was completely digging this look. Complete with a brown leather harness and jockstrap, as well with dark body paint and glittery scales and dragon wings.

Arlo scoured the party, wearing his costume with a certain suave and pride, chatting up villagers, masters, slaves and staffers. He nicked a drink every now and then and gifted himself a good time. He stopped at one of the blood bars, attempting to get his hands on a cocktail or whatever they were serving at that time, when he spotted a sexy succubus costume, worn by his son. Only a moment of hesitation occurred before he decided to go up to him and say hi. He didn’t want to go through life, feeling awkward and this too was something he’d probably get over. He hoped. “Hey, what’s up?” He smiled widely, pretending there was no reason for awkwardness. They could still be friendly and shit, right? “I like your costume, very commanding.” He nodded, his attention drifting off for a moment to snatch a drink from a platter nearby. “How’ve you been?”

@witchysethharper