#mercilesscaptain

[thedragcnbrother]

"Greetings, Sebastian~," Tom's voice rolled ever so smooth with that hint of dominant play that was a trademark of his. Being trapped as human didn't change that. The cocky, now well groomed 'man' stepped into the vampire's study, leaning back against the wall with a mildly heavy lidded stare. "I want you to change me into a vampire."

There was no reason to beat around the bush. That wasn't Tom's m.o. He knew what he wanted. He took it.

"If I'm stuck like this I need power."

[tinypaintedthings]

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mercilesscaptain

Good lords does this fae not like the truth?

“If I recall, you did not kill me. You killed a wannabe, a little imposter that you did me a favor when you snuffed out his little light from the world.” Because Sebastian would have made his death far slower and made sure he was awake for every second of eternity of pain.

He listened and tried to recall. Beheaded? Ruined relationship? “The last parts I remember well... his dark magic is what saved him from the blood loss, wasn’t it? I made sure he was dead.. yet he is there, still alive. His scent is all over the car.” The vampyr added.

“He is nothing in Tom’s eyes. In mine, I was taking orders, but he is like a pirate is. A survivor, even making a Faerie fall in love with him.” He smirked some, “yes, I think you’d think I was Harry indeed.”

“I cut his arm off and fed it to Tom.. like his father with the crocodile. Just making sure I kept that story straight. Only he fell in love with Peter Pan... or was it the Piper’s son... or the Boy’s.”

He ran his fingers over his own heart, “if you killed me than you should be very worried as to why I am standing here without so much as a scar. But I will let you know that you didn’t kill me.. if you had been so foolish enough to come in while I slept.. beheading you would have been kind.” Never wake up a tired vampyr.

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Wil stood there. He listened. He tried to remain composed do this ‘mature’ act thing, showing that he had grown in his sleep state both as a person and in age, but the way this THING was talking .... talking SO CASUALLY about his HARRY, his boyfriend, the one person that had never really betrayed him, or left him. Even when he was fucking reverted to regrow up, again. HIS LOVE as if it were NOTHING that he fed Harry’s arm to a dragon. That is was NOTHING. NOTHINGGGGGGG!!!!!

The Faerie snapped, vivid instinct, exploding his Fae Temper.

“I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!!” Wil screamed a sound that echoed across the Dream Realm like a ripple into the very fabric of the dream’s being and he felt it... the cracking ache of his heart like splintered shattered that had been melded, glued, and taped too long.

Loss.

It was all still there.

But this time, it did not go into depression. It was anger. Undeniably pure anger.

And with a twist of his hand, he imagined reaching straight into that vampire’s chest, and ripping out his heart in his hand. But he did not want to control him. He wanted him to feel what he was feeling.

And then he imagined that into being.

[thedragcnbrother]

The Tavern - Early 1500s

The dank scent of salt water and fish heavily saturated the small dimly lit tavern just off the piers of the rather highly trafficked merchant port. Sitting in the back, Tom sat, boots up and crossed on the hard thick wooden slab for a table - half carved with the remnants of knifes and brawls from basically every other night on that end of town. 

It was late, probably close to three a.m. Most patrons had either gone home, were passed out drunk in their own piss, or had taken leave with one of the girls who were just looking to make half a shilling to pay for room and board that night.

In the corner of Tom’s mouth sat his thin bone smoking pipe as he puffed an exhale about his face and his leather jacket. Why was he there? He was waiting for someone; a pirate known only as Sebastian The Merciless.

“Can I get you anything, Sir?” the barmaid asked, nervously. No one knew who Tom really was, but his presence was and the stories sang in these parts like that of bedtime stories that frightened far more than children. He could hear her heart beating so fast .. both with interest and fear, but he declined.

“No,” he answered, “and I don’t want to be interrupted.”

“Yes, Sir,” she quickly bowed out, disappearing back to the bar and dishes.

[thedragcnbrother]

“Greetings, Sebastian~,” Tom’s voice would roll in the dark of the hotel room, just as the vampire would enter and come in. Tom sat back in the one plush over sized chair in the corner of the room, the only light sparking up along his features, from the glinting end of his cigarette, and that of the now open doorway.

It had been several weeks since he had put up the vampire in this very room with the idea that he would help him search for his son, Andrew - all costs paid, and he had even paid a man to get him an ID, considering Sebastian had none since he came back from desiccation, nor even a birth certificate.

“Are you enjoying my city?” he asked, before he changed the topic to Andrew. “Any more news on my son’s whereabouts and anyone who might be tracking him?”

[thedragcnbrother]

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mercilesscaptain

“I suppose not,” now that he thought of it, Sebastian never really asked anyone’s permission five hundred years ago either... than again, he had little friends. The laughing made him stare, actually a bit confused if not concerned for the other. Sebastian never seeing him almost falling on the floor in laughter... now that is something you don’t see everyday.

Still he waited, patiently. Did the request sound so ridiculous?

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Tom didn’t know why he was laughing. At first, it just seemed so ridiculous but then something inside him started to slowly switch, and the laughter started bubbling up something else entirely - pain. Something he’d repressed for this whole time since he had walked away from that Order.

“Of course, you want my blood,” he stated, still laughing, but more unsettled in his movements where his body seemed to jump and laugh with choppier movements, as he tried to push out and hide the dropping sensation that had started to move up over him. “That’s what everyone wants, I mean, right?”

Tom covered his eyes, and for a moment it’d be hard to fully tell if he was still laughing or he was actually, in fact, crying.

[thedragcnbrother]

It was fucking humiliating, but he had no where else to go. Sebastian and he went way back to the fucking 1200s or whatever, they terrorized towns together... the least he could fucking do was ask his 'friend' to help him do an easy favor.

The death from his son did one thing - it set his fucking head straight. He needed to get home to Cal and warn him about the egg and Habit, and let him know the truth about what happened to their unhatched hatchling. They were in serious danger.

He slid into the empty booth seat of the pub, almost like old times, except for the fact that he was now human. "Don't even fucking ask, okay. Look, I need a favor. This was a mistake, you were right. We need to get home."

[thedragcnbrother]

@mercilesscaptain:

Four hours of plotting.

2. Two rounds of rp

3.

xDD What even is plot sldkfjsdlfjsdlfk

[thedragcnbrother]

The Halloween Party

Tom kissed his husband with a low reverberation, and then snagged up his glass of bourbon, and headed out of their bedroom to start downstairs. The black candles in the wall scones of the old castle already were lit and flickering haunted shadows along the ornate stone staircase and front hallway. One girl he had compelled was softy playing the piano in the living room where most of the seating was around the fireplace which was lit as well.

Spooky cobwebs were hugs adding a nice finished touch to the old mansion’s Halloween Aesthetic.

This was going to be a delicious night for his family and he totally meant that literally. The guests to their lovely party would be arriving any minute.

Now where was his son?

“Yeah, I’m all ready for this party, Dad.” He appeared in the hallway, completely oblivious to what his dads had truly intended in all of this. It’d be his first Halloween and well, it he was kind of excited. “Harry and Farley should be arriving any minute.”

Well, Tom expected as much, although, he couldn’t help the mild roll of his eyes. All right, whatever~. It wasn’t as if the vermin would actually be able to stop what was happening even if they wanted. In fact, he might find their expressions interesting. “You need a costume, Devi~.”

“Oh, I’ve got one. I’ve got a mask and well, I figured I’d just do what you’re doing and make my horns appear or something. Where’s dad?”

“Upstairs still getting ready. He’ll be down in a minute. You seen super jumpy, Devrim. Have you eaten?”

“Eaten? What? No. I figured I’d just you know wait for all the food at the festivities. I saw that lady Swanson whatever cooking stuff in the kitchen for everyone. She said she’d make me a couple hamburgers, too, so don’t worry.”