-- ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ
→ @vcxaiden
Q wasn’t exactly the type to look up to role models of any sort, the demon so focused on his own personal goals that he found he had no room for close relationships of any kind, especially ones that put him in a position where he had any less power than the other person. As opposed to Quinn, who found solace in older students and professors and, well... his parents ( though that ship had sailed quite a few years ago ), Q was quite the loner. He had acquaintances--- plenty of them--- with whom he shared time but he refused to let anyone in, to actually speak with anyone long enough to develop anything resembling a close relationship. Not even with Jihyu, who Quinn for some reason was really beginning to trust despite G.H.O.S.T’s leader being a part of something that he liked to call Q’s world, which he tended to remain as distanced from as possible.
But then there was Aiden. The gang’s second in command was nothing special on the surface, or at least no more special than any other being who Q came into contact with. But the longer that he began to spend time with the man, actually talk to him, the demon found that he was a breed of his own--- so completely and utterly evil that Q actually caught himself craving his company, missing him when he wasn’t around. The feeling was something new, something he’d only ever experienced vicariously through Quinn, and he wasn’t quite sure that he liked it. There was power in that feeling, but that power was in Aiden’s hands rather than Q’s. It was dangerous.
Still, like a puppy, the demon had come running as soon as Aiden called, abandoning all of Quinn’s school work ( much to the faerie’s protest ) to meet at his lab at G.H.O.S.T HQ. The vampire hadn’t exactly told him over the phone what he needed his presence for, and so Q was going in completely blind as he navigated through the hallways of HQ, acknowledging familiar faces along the way. The path to Aiden’s lab was familiar, and the assassin found himself approaching in record time, reaching up to knock on the door briefly ( if only to announce his presence ) before twisting the handle to step into the room. “Hey,” he called out into the room, not hesitating in the slightest before finding a seat to make himself comfortable.