Bastien

booty.

[katiazamolodchikova]

color meme → oberyn martell + warm colors (requested by asexualupin)

[christ0pherserkan]

       Briefly there was eye contact, though it only lasted mere seconds before the other had broken that connection. It merely sparked Christopher’s interest all the more. It was obvious that the only way to whet his appetite would be to go over and have a word. As if the demon were some sort of mind reader - which wouldn’t be surprising - he gave a gesture of summoning. It wasn’t until that moment that the youthful appearing vampire started to question weather or not his gaze had been taken as flattery or insult.

         Step after step brought him closer to the grimy table. To give off a cleaner less grunt-like look he pocketed his rag in his apron and wiped his hands on the back pockets of his work pants. How amusing the words that spilled from the strangers mouth were. The kid - by mortal standards - rolled his eyes dramatically before giving a forced laugh. “Mom and dad taught me a great number of things but I can’t say that was ever on the lesson plan. Would you like me to clear your table before you have your what-have-yous?”

[the-bastien]

The vampire seemed almost elfin in his features -- by appearances sake he'd be a shoe in for the class of imps who looked like they'd kidnapped an angel and used them for their beauty regimen. Of course, the job -- a busser, Bastien assumed -- was far too low brow for an imp. Even the stereotypical vampire would've considered a job like that beneath them -- but what didn't they consider to be beneath them?

"Then what was on the lesson plan if not common manners?"

For a second he made no move, a simple question that could have easily been a yes and led to the end of their entire conversation all together. So instead he said, "no," despite the raise of an eyebrow saying: clean it up, it's your job.

[catalinacvsta]

It was time to have a little fun and games. Karina had been playing this game for a few days now, which had proven to be quite entertaining. Taking on different facades in order to lure in innocent humans had to be one of the best ideas she ever had. Today was Arthur Mernick’s turn, yesterday had been Sophia’s and tomorrow would be Lallie’s. 

"I’ll have a glass of scotch on the rocks, and get my new friend here the same." She said to the bartender before turning around to face the person sitting beside her— or to everyone else’s knowledge; Arthur, one of the infamous Mernick twins.

[the-bastien]

"Defining the relationship are we?" he teased but if they were talking social media statuses, he'd file them under 'it's complicated' -- he'd file most people under 'it's complicated'. "Since when did we become friends?"

The bartender set their drinks "Someone told me, they call these the brooding drinks, only drunk when brooding or starring in the vampire diaries. So, did you not get to torment a kid today yet, or did you have a sudden change of jobs."

[christ0pherserkan]

       Ten forty-five. Christopher’s usual night shift was nearly an hour in when he noticed somebody intriguing step in through the front doors of Sinsational’s Pub. Part of him wished for the individual to take a seat in his section so that he could observe them silently without having to rubberneck over other customers and thankfully he got his wish.

         As he would bus the tables of departing guests his blue eyes would find their way over to the person of interest. There was once a time when he knew how to spy while being undetected but with all these years passed some things had become murky in his mind. Falling from second nature to a distant memory of how he once was. Part of him may have been hoping for this other to take notice so that they might strike up a conversation.

[the-bastien]

How long had it been since he'd paid Roman a visit? Too long if you asked Bastien. The more reclusive demon had a bad habit of avoiding his colleagues of hell -- what a sore sport. Did the demon have any care for the feelings of his coworkers?

It seemed however, the disappearing act would continue on to tonight. The pub -- packed with its usual riff-raff did not unfortunately house any other demons besides himself. How disappointing.

But Bastien was a patient demon -- by his own standards -- and took a seat at a table opposite busser. Brown hair, blue eyes, the characteristic signature of a vampire. This was neither Prague, nor Hell, it was a nest of vampires. Bastien looked away first, though the crowd of college aged students sat even farther down on the scale of interest. The vampire was still there when he looked back, still looking it seemed too. Bastien nodded at the table indicating the man should come over, not to sit but to respond to a comment such as: "didn't mom and dad ever tell you it's rude to stare?"

[melvillesdoom]

Just about any demon would be the worst demon to encounter with a massive hangover on your shoulders, but Bastien would get the trophy every time around if Lallie was the one sorting out winners. A few blinks later, she moved the sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, fingers wrapping around it and sliding it off completely. Even artificial, light felt torturing to her now.

"Is that a type of cereal?" Didn’t sound quite as appealing as Fruit Loops. "If anyone’s keeping track, it’s not possible for a vampire to go into alcoholic coma.”

"But there’s a price to pay."

[the-bastien]

Absently he emptied two small cups of cream and twice that in sugar into his mug. "To your kind, anyone can be breakfast,"

"Good, can't have vampires all taking the easy way out, who'd pay their dues?..... Aren't you going to order anything? I mean if you were planning to hitch a ride back to Heaven with your pet angel, you're going to have to eat like a human. Dad doesn't like vampires too much... He doesn't like anything too much except maybe Humans, Jesus, and Michael."

[notdeathexactly]

"What spare time?" She placed the books she needed to reshelve on a cart, finally turning to look at him.

Moira wasn’t not sure if she admired his gall or resented it. Her true nature was not something she generally discussed with mortals (and to be honest, to her, everyone that wasn’t her family was a mortal, though even they had their end coming.) “Tell me, Bastien. How were you hoping this interaction would end?”

[the-bastien]

Bastien shrugged, was Arthur really the only one with a bit of spare time in their family? Did anyone in his family do anything but work besides him?

"I'm a simple demon, a goodbye works just fine for me," he smiled proud of his own wit. Still he was careful with his words, she may not be Thais nor Arthur, but she was something like death. Nothing good could come from pissing off those responsible for your death, "though I'm not exactly hoping for its end -- not immediately anyways. Were you?"

[freyjakaradottir]

"If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that there’s no terror as potent as that of a mother for her children," well, most mothers. Thais’ own didn’t care- but what else could be expected of a chaos entity? "So I’ll probably just put a bunch of school children in a dangerous situation, see how many survive."

[the-bastien]

And that was all she wrote, the briefest of smiles crossed his face, "I absolutely like the way you think. The fathers just don't fight for their children like the mothers do."

[virginiathorans]

Forbidden Meal | Virginia & Bastien

[virginiathorans]

Virginia didn’t expect him on breaking into one of the apartments, but she followed him without a second thought. These neighbours didn’t care about what happened around them, so they would most likely not get caught. If they kept quit. Hunger drove her forward, pushing Bastien almost gently to the side, the canines visible in the dim light that shone through the windows. 

Apparently the residents of the small three-rooms flat were more than poor. They barely owned any furniture and as Virginia opened the fridge purely out of curiousity, there were just a bottle of rotten milk and a hard piece of cheese. She knitted her eyebrows, turning around in an instant, as something touched her leg. It was the little hand of a child, which hold a big dirty plush bunny in it’s hand. The vampire acted within one blink, grabbing the soft head of the little boy, hitting it on the floor; for her standards softly. Immediately the toddler was out cold, a small streak of blood running over the cheek. His goldblond hair was sticky and tousled, over all not really in any other condition as his clothes.

Leaving the body in the kitchen, Virginia walked to the closed door, behind which she supposed the parents to be. Kicking a hole in the wood made a loud noise but the screams after that were louder. The hunting instinct that came with the transformation in a vampire was now the most dominant thing in her head. Suck their blood, screamed a not human-like voice in her head. 

It is better to outmonster the monsters.

She didn’t care about their faces or the pleads for mercy - Virginia might know how to spare a life; the vampire Virginia didn’t. Breaking the neck of the man and pushing the woman into the bed, something in her head snapped back together. A locket that kept her left humanity in a cage.

Bastien surely didn’t recognized her anymore: The eyes filled with a wild look, the fangs deeply buried in the flesh, ripping skin pieces off in the attempt to get more blood, the muscular thighs pressed the body of the woman together. She was a pure predator now.

As soon as the woman was nearly bloodless, she pushed the corpse out of the bed, crawling to the man. A moan escaped her lips, as a wave of different tasting blood flooded into her mouth. Her hands were clawed in his shoulders and her back and chest moved in a rhythm, as Virginia proceeded to suck the blood.

[the-bastien]

Bastien picked through their belongings, meager as they were he still found them rather curious. Opening and closing several drawers to uncover knick-knacks only a human would have and keep -- a waxy crayon drawing of a family for instance. The sucking sound of the fridge from the other room proved Virginia was snooping around their belongings as well -- it seemed regardless of age or species, the curiosity of immortals over mortals was common to them all. The invasion of the soon-to-be-dead's privacy didn't pause for a little spilled blood on linoleum. A child by the sound of the footsteps, something Bastien didn't care to look at. Only at the slam of the bedroom door opening did he turn to watch.

The door frame kicked and left open in the vampire's blood lust. It was like de'ja vu watching the humans beg for their lives. Watching as the please went from 'please don't hurt her' to 'please don't hurt me'. 

The husband turned to look at him briefly a plea on his lips and in his eyes. Bastien's smile was mocking, what solace, what safety did he think he could find in a demon?

None, he thought as the lesser immortal bit into the man. 

It wasn't elegant the way movies led you to believe, brutal and in your face and arousing all at the same time. Blood lust, spelled with all the gore and all the passion. If watching her kill could satiate it at all he'd be just as bad as the pathetic middle aged man who got it off on bad porn for a minute. That didn't stop him from watching. Fear, panic, acceptance all flashing across the man's face and only pure lust on the vampire's. Surely this was a different creature than the one he'd seen in the street.

Like any ill mannered demon he couldn't let her have all the fun without interrupting. His movements were slow and deliberate, long strides carrying him beside the bed and then a tug of the wife's arm to drag her off the bed. He hesitated a moment, things changed with perspective and he wanted to appreciate it.

"So tell me, are you fucking him or feeding from him?" Bastien pulled on the man's hair hard enough to rip the vein from her lips, the intrusion was learned and the disinterest, practiced. "I won't judge, there's not a poet in the last century who didn't have that kink...but I've never been much of a watcher, and this is dissatisfying."

He released his hold on the man's head leaving her to do with the body as she wished -- resume feeding for all he cared, "but assuming you're fed, Don't you think there are bigger fish better suited to an ' outrageous hunt with Virginia Thorans'? I'm no Evangeline, but even I have standards and a human is a low brow kill."

[melvillesdoom]

"Ahhh—" Lallie covered her ears, a foolish attempt at blocking out the overpowering sounds from aplifying the pounding in her head. Truly, she shouldn’t have come out of the house with such a headache. She, who claimed not to have hangovers, now experienced her first one in over a century; the four empty bottles on her apartment floor would claim she deserved it.

Her eyes, covered by the black-tinted shades remained close for an instant, but just so. A vampire wearing sunglasses at night surely must’ve looked comical. “Not so loud. Not so fucking loud.”

[the-bastien]

The damned human by the music controls looked to Bastien for instructions. It was good to know even those who didn't work for him would still look to him for guidance. He didn't make any move to answer though, leaving the human to make his own decision. Instead he hovered by the controls giving Bastien enough time to throw himself into the seat across from Lallie, "but it's my favorite song."

Start of the night meant opening hours, he ordered a coffee to commemorate, before the waiter returned he threw in his comment, "I'd have thought you enjoyed a little Nicki Minaj." I mean, who didn't?

[queen-isis-khalid-blog]

That ain’t somethin’ I ever wanna see again.

[the-bastien]

"An employee of hell, horrified? Must not be a good employee -- you realize you're supposed to be the scarer not the scared right?"

[notdeathexactly]

"Okay this is me closing. Which means you can go."

[the-bastien]

Bastien gave her a bit of a frown and a shrug, "I could, or I could stay and see what this half of death does in her spare time. Besides I'd like to find out what my death will look like -- personally, I'd like it to go with a bang."

[freyjakaradottir]

Thais contemplated it. “Perhaps. It always is fun to turn brother against brother. Quite literally, too. But I’ve done that so much lately, it’s lost so much of it’s shine. For now.” She sat down next to the demon. “No, they seldom are. But terror as an emotion is one of my favorites.”

[the-bastien]

For now, the corner of his lip twisted upwards in a slight smirk, "what are you thinking of?" Terror, wasn't it everyone's favorite emotion? Up there with despair and hopelessness -- at least it was for him.

[of-many-words]

come on

c h a l l e n g e  m e

                             I want to rip your throat out

[freyjakaradottir]

"There really isn’t." Thais put war somewhere between serial killers and riots. "Russia…eh. It’s a bit overdone. I need something that I haven’t done in a few millenia." She looked at the demon. "Oh, one of those. How incredibly boring.” 

[the-bastien]

Bastien leaned against the counter having established that Thais was in a good mood today and he wasn't going to suffer her unholy wrath. "Perhaps a civil war, amazing the kinds of things people will do to their fellow countrymen." He nodded, meeting her gaze in confidence, "incredibly dull. Their begs for mercy aren't even creative anymore."

[melvillesdoom]

Demons had many ways to lie. Was omission not one of them? Lallie didn’t press the matter. Fearing a positive answer, it was better for her not to know if indeed he planned something against her boss. Should an interrogation be placed, at the hand of angels at both worst and best thought, her saying ‘I didn’t know’ would not be a detectable lie.

Because, after all, she didn’t know.

"I don’t," she told him. "I don’t really socialize with Heaven much. They’ve all got stick up their arses, I’d say we can all agree. My point is— I’m not lying. I’d go to those lengths to prove it."

When he paused to watch the teens she’d mentioned, instructions leaving his lying lips, she did, too. It was hardly how she operated, but far from an impossible task to accomplish. She was a built killer, a taker and not a giver— there was never advantages granted to those she preyed on. There were no bargains, deals, ‘give and take’. All there was, was taking. But she was hardly unskilled, and unlike many of the working vampires of Hell, her tongue could extract just as much as her teeth.

As the humans drove off, her eyes remained fixated on the car that, as distance grew, became smaller and smaller. It’s details were memorized in an instant.

"I’ll get you all of them," she said, eyes back on him. Bold, perhaps, but her worth needed to be proven somehow. One didn’t making it in Hell by barely making it. 

Bringing her hands to her hips, Lallie’s gaze dropped to her feet, but quickly made it back up again, tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek. For someone who claimed to enjoy her position so much, it did sound like shit whenever said out loud. However she had a feeling half of it was all Bastien; him as all the skills of his own. Had he not spent the entirety of their interaction shaming Five, and offering the sweet alternative escape of its neighbor, Four?

She grinned at his intentions; the smile that showed teeth was almost wicked in its nature. Tactics like that amazed her, for one reason or another.

"Crap. I already got a sombrero."

[the-bastien]

They’ve all got stick up their arses

He didn't have to be an angel to know that was the truth. Innumerable examples came to mind, the most prominent being an old partner who, when lubricated with alcohol, turned into a soap-box preaching nuisance

Thank God himself Bastien didn't have to deal with that anymore.

But he digressed, it was a nice thought, that she could go fetch an angel to prove herself, it wasn't however the lengths he wanted her to go to. Surely damning an angel was a much stronger indicator of her loyalties than simply using an angel as a lie detector.

Bastien searched her eyes, flicking between the two for a good minute before speaking -- the drama was in the pause. "Fair enough, you have my trust."

Sure.

His interest waned as the car drove away until eventually he couldn't care anymore. Several other cars had blocked his view of the little red thing and searching for it was more effort than he cared to employ for a couple of humans. "All of them?" He the corners of his eyes folded together at the press of his smile. Briefly he wondered which vampire would suffer the blame for their deaths -- not, he thought, the one before him.

The smile on his face only grew to match hers, "even better, he'll never live it down." Although it would have been the umbrella hat that'd transcend time.

[miscreantmernick]

Arthur blinked, “That is in no way what I just said.”

"I have no idea what any of that means. But then again, my specialty isn’t really romantic novels— I’ll leave that to you."

[the-bastien]

Bastien frowned, "what did you just say?"

"It was one book, I'm not a specialist in romantic novels. If I am, then L.J. Smith is a specialist in vampires." A witch creating an original family of vampires? A nice theory but how rude was it to just cut out Hell's work.

[freyjakaradottir]

"Probably." Thais shrugged. "Well, I may just decide to start a war. Even I need entertainment." She smirked. "What about you?"

[the-bastien]

"And there's little more entertaining than a war. if we're talking close to home, I reckon nowhere's more ripe for war than Russia -- though it does err on the side of predictability, I'm have a vampire I need to pay a visit to -- one of those annoying types who have too much of a conscience and can't feed let alone bring souls in." He'd been letting it slide but if the vampire wasn't going to use her immortality for its intended purpose, she was going to lose it.