Losing It

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

Feliks raised his eyebrows. “The big man himself, huh?” He asked. “What do you want with him?” He squinted his eyes at the strange man, trying to deduce if he was here to cause trouble or not. He knew that Kolya had many enemies, but surely one wouldn’t come hoping to attack him right in the club? With so many witnesses, so many guards and bouncers there to take on as well? But if people were deranged enough, they’d do anything. This guy sucked souls, after all, and he had fainted. So Feliks wasn’t quite certain he really was all there. And if he wasn’t, he didn’t want to bring someone possibly dangerous to his boss.

[totally-troy-baker]

The big man him. That’s right, Kolya was the one that owned this nightclub, and while he had already known that it was still hard for him to believe. Compared to how his brother was back in Russia, Artyom would have never fathomed that Kolya would succumb into something like this, but he didn’t have any right to judge. Not when he had stupidly given up his own humanity and mortal life on some whim. “He’s.. We’ve known each other for a long time,” he said quietly, feeling more and more uneasy about the conversation now. While this man didn’t prove to threatening, Artyom knew that appearances and personalities change whenever he mentioned his actual relationship with Kolya. It had taken several encounters before for him to come to the conclusion that he should remain as vague as possible, because most of the people who he had told the truth to had either held a grudge against Kolya or was scared of him. And both reasons always had him end up losing control over his body and emotions because he was attacked by those strangers.

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

Party Arty // Feliks & Artyom

[totally-troy-baker]

feliksnikon:

Feliks observed Art with big eyes as he took his first cautious, tiny sip of alcohol, watching his face closely to take in every detail of his reaction to it. He was a bit amazed that a peach martini caused such a volatile reaction. “Shit, dude,” He gawked. “It’ll get better. You get used to it,” He snorted. He couldn’t believe the man had reacted so strongly to it. It was only a martini, for fucks sake. He sure had his work cut out for him with this one, he decided. But he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, and certainly not one such as this. He took a long gulp of his kahlua and then, considering, held it out to Art, waving that in his face as well. “Try this,” He commanded excitedly. “We have to figure out what your drink is, for next time.”

Better? How could anything that tasted this.. Weird get better? Artyom just shook his head as he kept his nose scrunched. The taste of liquor was more than evident, and he was frightened to think about just how strong it would be if he took the amulet off. He regarded the second drink warily, and for the longest moment he just kept his mouth shut. What would that one taste like? Would it be strong- if not stronger than the martini? While he was having a pretty poor time, Feliks looked like he was having a blast from this. So with a small sigh he gave in and took the drink. This time he held his breath when he took a sip and swallowed, but the second he breathed in he could taste the sheer amount of sweetness that came with the spike of liquor. Again he coughed, but it was quieter this time, and grimaced. “Too sweet,” he managed to say as he licked his lips and handed the drink back over.

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

“Huh,” Feliks said, absorbed in thought as he took in all this new information. “Huh.” He repeated. He was quiet, distracted as he thought all of that over. He wasn’t quite sure what the appropriate thing to say now was, and in times like that, he usually opted for nothing. Keeping quiet was always a safe solution. “Thanks for humouring me and answering all that,” He said, coughing quietly. Shockingly enough, he had the grace to be embarassed at how pushy he must have seemed, and a light tint of red touched his cheeks.

“Who are you looking for? I can probably help,” Feliks offered, immediately interested in knowing who this man was looking for. He just couldn’t help how nosy he was sometimes.

[totally-troy-baker]

Having the man fall quiet was another surprise, but instead of finding relief he just felt.. Uneasy. From all of the babbling the man did a few seconds ago this was weird, and he had only met this man today. Instead of answering back verbally, Artyom just smiled a fraction as he took a sip of the water. Then he fell silent for a while before he figured that he might as well see if his brother was really here or not. “It’s.. Kolya?” He asked, not sure why he voiced it like a question, but it was too late to take it back now.

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

Party Arty // Feliks & Artyom

[totally-troy-baker]

feliksnikon:

Feliks patted Arty’s arm appreciatively as he assisted him. “This is fun, right?” He said conversationally, beaming at him as he waited for the drinks. “I’m kind of like your tutor, or something. What else are you inexperienced with?” A lot, if the way he acted was anything to go by. Feliks needed something to do, and it appeared that this man was going to provide just that- an interesting and fun challenge. 

The bartender slid the martini over shortly, and Feliks picked it up carefully, furrowing his brow in concentration as he tried hard not to spill it. It sloshed dangerously, but he managed to keep the contents on the inside of the glass. For now. “Here,” He said, offering a confident grin up at Art and holding it out to him. “Trust me.”

He hadn’t been in this club for more than a few minutes, but he was already feeling extremely tired. When he was asked if this was fun he could have sworn his eyeballs almost popped out of his skull. Artyom was just about to say that he was not having fun before he was gobsmacked back into silence again. Thankfully, or not, the bartender whipped out a drink. That was short lived as it was held out towards him, but he was almost sure that it would end up on him if he didn’t take a sip. 

So now he just had a few seconds to decide if smelling like liquor was better than actually tasting it. None of it was appealing, but the demon hadn’t caused him any harm yet, right? So with a deep breath he braved up for a second and leaned down to take a very small sip. The slap of fire that hit his tongue and mouth nearly had him spit but he managed to swallow it down. He didn’t even get a chance to speak a word before he coughed and pulled back to fan his hand in front of his face like it would take away the gross sting of it all.

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I get that. I feel a sort of energy when I’m feeding too. How often do you have to eat? Can you take the soul from someone still living? Do they just… die if you do that? Or do they become husks?” He asked quite a few questions before growing quiet, realizing he may be annoying. Plus, the man had just passed out. “Sorry,” He said, chagrined. He probably sounded like a curious, bothersome kindergartener to this man. At least he seemed patient, so far. “Not trying to make you feel like a sideshow or anything. But what are you here for?” He asked, figuring he may as well ask. He didn’t know if the man would give him a straightforward answer or not. He suspected not, but it didn’t hurt to try. Who knew when he would have another opportunity to learn these things?

[totally-troy-baker]

The amount of questions he was being bombarded with was a surprise, but he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He was nervous, as always, but this is the most he’s talked to another person in.. Well, longer than he could remember actually. “I.. I don’t know. There isn’t a set diet for us since we all eat differently, and..” He paused on the next word, because saying that he was compulsive was never a good thing to hear. He didn’t even have to say it and he hated the sound of it. “We usually feed our sect- the queen first before we eat ourselves. The way we.. Take the soul is like a Vampire because of our teeth, but the person... Dies.” 

He could remember how appealed he had been after the first few times he had fed. Just seeing the body slump with dead weight with their blood smeared on his lips and fangs.. It made him shiver, but in a way that cautioned him of not waking his appetite again. Then all at once his lips got dry again from the very last question. Right, the reason why he came here and ended up in a situation like this.. “I came to, um.. See someone,” he said slowly, staring at the water intently instead of looking up.

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

Party Arty // Feliks & Artyom

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

Feliks gasped, whirling to face him with big eyes. Though it was noisy, he had managed to hear the words the man spoke. “What!” He gaped at the man. “First of all, How old are you? Oh my god.” He breathed out, putting his hands on his own cheeks and staring at him with his still large eyes for a long moment. “I’m just in shock, here,” He mused, fluttering a hand over his heart dramatically and sizing the man up. Then, his face brightened.into a cheery smile. “I’m happy to show you this new world!” He clapped his hands and spun to the bar, having to grip it to steady himself when he lost his balance at the quick motion.

He nodded at the barkeeper. “Hey, man, he’ll have a peach martini,” He called out decisively with a firm finger pointing into Art’s chest. Starting off with something light would be a good decision, he decided.

[totally-troy-baker]

Now he was just down right embarrassed, and the urge to run out of here had never been stronger than right now. His own eyes grew wider as Feliks acted like he had never been vaccinated or something before. Then that all changed in a blink of an eye as the other cheered up. It left him utterly confused, and slightly scared deep down, but he didn’t think twice to help the demon stand straight before the other could fall against the counter. 

Artyom looked at the bartender and just begged as hard as he could with just his gaze for the other to deny Felik’s request, but that didn’t work in the slightest. He was just met with the other’s back as the bartender went to work. All he wanted was to say hi to Kolya or something, but not  this. He was getting roped into something he didn’t really want to do, but with how drunk Feliks seemed to be he was worried about the other. Oddly enough. What if the demon really did end up falling down? At least he could keep the demon from swinging around too wildly, or at least try to.

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

Party Arty // Feliks & Artyom

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

Feliks gasped, whirling to face him with big eyes. Though it was noisy, he had managed to hear the words the man spoke. “What!” He gaped at the man. “First of all, How old are you? Oh my god.” He breathed out, putting his hands on his own cheeks and staring at him with his still large eyes for a long moment. “I’m just in shock, here,” He mused, fluttering a hand over his heart dramatically and sizing the man up. Then, his face brightened.into a cheery smile. “I’m happy to show you this new world!” He clapped his hands and spun to the bar, having to grip it to steady himself when he lost his balance at the quick motion.

He nodded at the barkeeper. “Hey, man, he’ll have a peach martini,” He called out decisively with a firm finger pointing into Art’s chest. Starting off with something light would be a good decision, he decided.

[totally-troy-baker]

Now he was just down right embarrassed, and the urge to run out of here had never been stronger than right now. His own eyes grew wider as Feliks acted like he had never been vaccinated or something before. Then that all changed in a blink of an eye as the other cheered up. It left him utterly confused, and slightly scared deep down, but he didn’t think twice to help the demon stand straight before the other could fall against the counter. 

Artyom looked at the bartender and just begged as hard as he could with just his gaze for the other to deny Felik’s request, but that didn’t work in the slightest. He was just met with the other’s back as the bartender went to work. All he wanted was to say hi to Kolya or something, but not  this. He was getting roped into something he didn’t really want to do, but with how drunk Feliks seemed to be he was worried about the other. Oddly enough. What if the demon really did end up falling down? At least he could keep the demon from swinging around too wildly, or at least try to.

[charlottekoning-blog]

Drinks before Dark || Charlotte&Open

[charlottekoning-blog]

        God, what a fucking buzzkill. It was all she could think. Was he a pathetic alcoholic or just one of those new age ‘straight edge’ people who thought being cool meant not trying fucking anything. So far he seemed like a weak little bitch, hell he wasn’t even getting angry that she was getting in his personal space, trying to make him do something he didn’t want to. Still he didn’t let her place the drink before him so she finished it, feeling that beautiful burn rushing down her throat.

         Placing the drink down she turned to him, she had noticed that he wasn’t even looking at her, was he afraid he’d give in then? In the end if she messed things up he could only get angry. She preferred the bond, the bond that meant when she finally brought out the anger they would keep coming back thinking some kind of ‘friendship’ mattered. It didn’t, not to Charlotte, friendship was for people who deluded themselves into thinking the world wasn’t made up of total fucking pricks.

         Once her hand was free, cold from the drink she reached up, two fingers touching his jaw and placing subtle pressure on his chin in an attempt to make him turn and look at her. “Who are you to decide what I am?” she asked, looking at him and hoping that he’d either force her away and she’d feel that anger at her touch or he’d look and she could have him on the hook for so much more.

[totally-troy-baker]

Though he didn’t lift his gaze, Artyom could see that the lady took her drink back. It brought some relief to him, but that sure didn’t last long. The second he felt contact he instantly drew back again, but this time physically. His body leaned towards the other side and his eyes snapped up to meet the other’s. He wasn’t offended or aggravated about it at all. It was more like the shock had moved him first before the nervous tension started to stir in his stomach. Touch wasn’t something he was used to, still surprisingly, and it scared him slightly. “I’m.. Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I just.. I don’t drink,” he said in a feeble manner as he pressed his lips into a thin line.

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

Party Arty // Feliks & Artyom

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

Paying no attention whatsoever to the other’s reaction to his words, he maintained his wide grin, patting his shoulders joyously. “Come, come,” he demanded, steering the man in the direction he wanted to go. “We will have a grand night together,” Feliks declared, waving an arm about decidedly. “This club won’t know what hit it.” A clubgoer let out a curse and a threat when he accidentally whacked her in his enthusiasm, and he waved her off, not even bothering to look if she was okay.

“What do you want?” He asked, looking up at Artyom, still draped over him. “First rounds on me,” He decided with a nod. “I make lots of tips all the time, because I’m hot and people want to have sex with me,” He hiccuped. “It’s kind of silly,” He giggled, “Right? Give me a ten instead of a five and that’ll totally land you a blowjob, oh yeah,” He mocked, babbling in a slightly higher pitched voice than usual. “It’s not like I try and stop them from thinking that though. So I can afford it. Order anything. It’ll loosen you up. Me, I want… I want- Shit, I want more Kahlua,” He decided. “Yeah, definitely.” Then, he continued to push them in the direction of the bar. 

[totally-troy-baker]

Was this what it was like to be a.. What was it called again? Destined.. Designed driver? The person that had to stay away from influences so he or she could get everyone else back safely- that was what he was trying to get at right now in his mind. Was this how they all felt? He hadn’t been exposed to drunkards that often back at home, but then again he spent most of his time indoors as well. As Feliks ‘directed’ them around, he just frowned and ducked his head in apology to whoever got in the way of the demon. While their heights were different, it seemed like Feliks was the bigger man here. 

His eyes grew wider and wider the more Feliks spoke. First about the alcohol, which he never had before, and then what was a blowjob? He felt so out of the loop, but didn’t dare to ask because he had a sure feeling that it had something to do about liquor, smoking, or sex. When they arrived at the bar he shook his head a bit more vigorously and looked at Feliks in a slightly bewildered expression. “I don’t.. I’ve never had alcohol before,” he said shyly, probably not even loud enough to be heard over the noise around them.

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

The dude cringed, which made Feliks want to cringe. That was never a good reaction to a joke. He didn’t think his sense of humor was that bad. Oh, well. All that meant was he had to try harder next time. He could do that. 

He clucked his tongue. “Well, shit. A Fang Shou. I don’t think I can help you with that, either, dude. What does it taste like?” He asked, immediately curious. Seemingly unphased by the idea of eating souls- at least it was better than dead bodies, like he’d originally mentioned. 

[totally-troy-baker]

To be completely honest- he wasn’t terribly surprised that the man wanted to know more about the souls. Most of them time when another supernatural wasn’t aware of his kind’s feeding habits he was asked about it. That didn’t mean it didn’t make him any less wary though. His gaze adverted back down to the glass in his hand as he tried to think of some sort of explanation. If he went too in depth then surely the hunger would grow with it, but if he just half assed it then that wouldn’t suffice. So with a small sigh through his nose he knitted his brows and tried the best he could. “It’s.. Different. Very different from actual food and blood. You know how there’s either heat or cold with those two things? In the soul it’s.. Absent, I suppose? We tend to favor the darker, more corrupt souls and there’s a sort of... Energy that fills us.”

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

Party Arty // Feliks & Artyom

[totally-troy-baker]

feliksnikon:

Feliks was a little tipsy. Alright, fine, more than a little- maybe he was a lot tipsy. He was in a good mood, though, so whatever. It was chill. He was taking a rare night for himself- perhaps rare wasn’t a very honest word, in this situation, seeing as how any night he could possibly take for himself, he did. But come on. After spending decades filled with only nights for himself, the sudden change in his life was a little jarring. He had gone from living day to day, feeding and moving on and having a life filled with impulsive decisions and spur of the moment actions to this… domesticity. He had a fucking job now. Granted, he was a bartender and a part time stripper so it wasn’t like his days were filled with paperwork or some bullshit like that, but still. He deserved this. He deserved to be rewarded for being a sort- of responsible, working member of society. 

He tipped back the drink- he’d opted for a white russian kahlua this time around and swiveled in his seat, eyes scanning the crowd of people. It was time for some fun. He set the glass down and stood, cheering when he caught sight of a familiar face. He pushed his way past, ignoring the huffy, offended patrons, and reached up to sling his arm around the taller man’s shoulders, though he sort of had to stand on his tiptoes to accomplish it.

“Artyom! My friend!” He called loudly. “Arty! You’re here! Come to have a good time! I was beginning to think you were an old prune, the sort who reads badly written romance books and wears house slippers and has seven cats and only drinks a single glass of wine on special occasions and was saving himself for marriage!” The demon swayed slightly, out of breath from his long sentence and tightened his grip on the other to steady himself. He shot him a wide, cheery grin, one that made the corners of his eyes crinkle up, and giggled slightly.

{ @totally-troy-baker }

Try it one more time but without making a fool out of himself somehow. The closer he got to the club the more often he checked to see if the amulet was in place around his neck. Eventually he just opted to rub it between his fingers when he approached the entry. One deep breath in.. Plus about three more for an extra measure, and he pressed his palm against the door to enter. 

Loud music and the sound of people enjoying the time of their lives greeted him once again, and even with the amulet on to dull his senses the noise level was still a bit too high for him. The only reason why he was here, just like any other time he was pretty sure in the near future, was for Kolya. That’s it. Not drinks, smokes, or anything sexual. He abstained from those things in the first place. He got about a grand ten steps inside before he felt someone cling onto him. The sudden weight made him bend forward a little bit, and his body instantly tensed. 

With wide eyes he looked at the person, but he recognized the man that.. Reeked of booze, but he didn’t say anything about that for the time being. Artyom openly cringed from the other’s words, because what wasn’t true about the statement? Besides the glass of wine, since he hasn’t had any sort of alcohol before, it was down to the T. He honestly didn’t know what to say to that so he just shuffled his feet a little and looked down awkwardly.

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

“Uh… no,” Feliks answered. “But how do you?” He asked nosily, interest sparked. He leaned forward, curious about the answer. “You don’t eat dead bodies or something, do you? Because that is something I really can’t actually help with. No access to dead bodies here,” He laughed, suddenly nervous. “Especially not my own.” He gave a cough after his joke, which he hoped had truly come across as a joke. Perhaps it’s time to shut the fuck up, Feliks, He thought to himself. Then, he paused. “What exactly is ‘your kind?’” He questioned after a moment, not even sure what exactly the man was.

[totally-troy-baker]

Whenever anyone came on too strong he automatically drew back. Except this time his body wasn’t in the shape to do that physically so he just cringed slightly instead. Even with the joke, which he didn’t really get anyways, he still hesitated. “I’m.. A Fang Shou. We kind of feed like Vampires, but we don’t take the blood. We just take the soul.” Saying it out loud made his stomach twist, but he wasn’t sure if it was because of the reminder that he hadn’t fed lately or by the disgust he always felt whenever he was conscious while feeding. He could only hope it was the latter. 

[poor-kingdemon-blog]

Wrath or Pride? || Open

[poor-kingdemon-blog]

He moved quickly once everyone was distracted and took his brother to the hidden home he had attached to the bar. Once inside the four dogs varying from two years and younger, and the two full grown cats ran to the demon’s feet, a few of them rushed to his brother’s. “Sorry, I’ve got a collection of little things here. Go sit down, I’ll get us something to drink, do you drink blood or can you have water?” He picked up one pup and kissed her soft fur while he turned toward the kitchen.

[totally-troy-baker]

Seeing more moving bodies, though they were smaller and less human, startled him a little. He was rather in different towards animals, and was in no state to protest against the ones that had scampered over to him. Artyom just looked at the small huddle with stinging eyes as he ran the back of his hand under his nose. “Wat-Water’s okay,” he said with congestion clear in his voice. “I don- don’t drink blood.” Instead of moving to sit somewhere, Artyom just stood still as the animals sniffed him.

[totally-troy-baker]

[charlottekoning-blog]

Drinks before Dark || Charlotte&Open

[charlottekoning-blog]

        “Oh, come on,” Charlotte said with more of her breath than her vocal cords, a trick she had learnt as a human. It made her sound more feminine, weak and in need. Usually this worked but the more she felt a person out the more she could decide the best way to approach them. It was all about noticing their little ticks. “You wouldn’t let a girl drink alone,” she said, softly, large eyes still looking his way. It was a false feminine innocence that her shape portrayed enough and her voice could add on.

         Stepping off her seat Charlotte shrugged off her jacket leaving it on her stool while she picked up her drink and came over to him. Placing the drink in front of him. “One sip,” she insisted, unsure if she should touch him. Men tended to like it, liked feeling her fingers rush up the nape of their neck but he seemed a little jumpy. 

[totally-troy-baker]

This was exactly why he didn’t like to go out and socialize with people. Most of the time he found himself in positions like this where he was urged to do something he really didn’t want to do, and in more times than not- there was half a chance that things ended badly. His eyes slid down to the drink that was put before him. Not once had he looked at the lady, but there was clear distaste with having the glass put before him. He could smell the sharpness from here, and he didn’t even want to imagine how it tasted. 

The back of his neck and shoulders tensed a bit more as he reached up to push the drink away slightly. With a cant of his head he exhaled through his nose and pressed his lips tightly together. “You’re a lady, and I don’t drink,” he said firmly but in a soft tone. Maybe he might seem like he was set in his decision, but he was completely nervous about stating his mind this much.

[anti-angel-deactivated20200831]

“Okay,” Feliks answered, dragging out the ‘o’ to make it clear that he didn’t fully believe him. “For the record, I’m not going to argue against that excuse, since I’m not very familiar with your species and that might have been a typical reaction to starvation, or something. But I’m also not sure I believe it. Anyways,” He shrugged, “Doesn’t matter one way or another what I think, I guess. But either way I get the feeling that there’s more going on here, right? That look on your face back there… I don’t think I can just walk away if you’re here to cause trouble or something.” 

Feliks bit his lip, considering. Then, he sighed. It was weird, this impulse to be a good samaritan. He probably just didn’t want to cause someone who was possibly stronger than him to have a grudge, that was all. That sounded perfectly reasonable. “But if you really are just hungry, do you need me to help you feed, or something? Like, take you somewhere?” 

[totally-troy-baker]

The reaction to object and correct the man came up with the tension in his throat, but he swallowed it all down because the man hadn’t exactly been wrong. He hadn’t gone here to cause trouble. It was just that.. Trouble seemed to come with him was all, but he bit down on his tongue with the matter. His eyes narrowed some as he looked up skeptically towards the other. Artyom licked his lips a little as he figured out how to approach the question. “You don’t.. Know how my kind feed, do you?” He asked slowly, already reasoning that the other didn’t since the man had just said that the other wasn’t that familiar with his species.

[charlottekoning-blog]

Drinks before Dark || Charlotte&Open

[totally-troy-baker]

thisdemoncharlotte:

        People always carried energies about them, it was just that Charlotte could only sense and use one. The intensity level of their own aggression, anger and hate was what she could detect because it gave her own self energy. So when she noticed someone purely because the sound of their feet Charlotte felt someone who could be influenced. Those with the least had the very most to give after all. Someone she could send beneath the ground to the creature who had given her a new life. One eventually she would be able to properly return to when this hell hole either weakened it’s walls or let her the fuck go.

       When she finally turned to see who exactly had taken their seat at the bar she noticed they hadn’t acknowledged her. Sure, she was plain in a crowd but no one was around and it wasn’t like she was a troll. Had they already seen her from behind and decided her too plain to hit on? Maybe but Charlotte had her personality, something that when she was given the chance she generally felt could keep someone’s attention. 

        When her own drink was placed before her Charlotte picked it up, eyes not leaving him as she did. The more she looked at him the more annoyed she became, he wasn’t exactly going to be on the cover of GQ anytime soon. “Unsure what to get?” Charlotte asked, her face relaxed. She was old enough to know how to hide her irritation. Rather her false lashes gently flashed as she blinked and she examined him with the warmth that had filled her feet. “I could make a suggestion if you’re having difficulties.”

His eyes glanced over towards the other for a brief second before he was back to staring at his glass of water. Some muscles tensed in the back of his neck and shoulders, but only a little. It wasn’t just because of the lady- no, this always happened whenever he was spoken to regardless of who it was. “I don’t drink,” he said quietly while he corrected himself mentally. It wasn’t that he didn’t drink actually. It was more like he had never had any alcohol befor ein his life.