It had been at least five years since his brother’s death, since the end of the rift. Yet he could still remember that war, and the battle that had ended his brother’s life instead of his own. Bad luck cursed Caspian, and it seemed life always made sure that he continue to serve his eternity in hell - this life was a curse, his entire being was nothing more than an omen, and although he embraced and craved death - even death, abandoned him. He was there when it happened. No chance to say goodbye. It was, again, because of him, that his brother fell to the fate of misfortune. It was him, that caused those witches to attack them millenniums ago, him that met that vampire that turned them both into monsters, him that made Callum go into hiding for thousands of years in order to keep Caspian himself from being hunted, him that ended up being the cause of his final death.
He pretended to be unaffected by it, but he had become more reckless still, more promiscuous, more dangerous, more destructive both toward himself and others. The woman’s hips he caressed in the office of The Sweet Oak, was a distraction that failed to fully remove the bitter sweet memory of the first time he was reunited with his brother, and the last. It played constantly in his mind everywhere he went. Another sin etched deep into his skin, and burrowed in his bones. Yet slowly, it was mending, slowly he was removing the memories of his brother from his mind. One year at a time, he was placing the past truly behind him.
With a knock on the door, the woman’s lips suddenly became bitter to his mouth, and he backed away from the girl that was pinned against the desk. “Get out,” he commanded, coldly. He was still drunk from the night before, that much was obvious - and this was the first time he had actually brought some prostitute to his own business. Something he would not be repeating again. What the hell was he thinking? That was the problem. He wasn’t. He already had someone for this, considering he still owned their tails, but he couldn’t be here with him right this second, and at the time while he was most intoxicated, this alternative solution somehow seemed like a good idea to him.
Now that the original owner was out of town however, there was no one telling him to get his act together - though for the majority of the time he remained a sober and relatively civil manager when the one responsible of management was off. He straightened himself out, and as the woman left, there was a quick outline of the stranger standing behind the doorway.He gestured with his fingers for them to enter. “Complaints? Requests? Looking for work?”
