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âŠWell, shit.
Of all the people he expected to run into in a bar hidden away in a corner of an alley, the former king of Plegia was not one of them. What was Gangrel even doing here?
âI didnât think this was your kind of place, your majesty. What brings you here?â
Looking at the tavernâs door every-time someone entered it wasnât a paranoid gesture, not after everything the ginger went trough.
And. apparently, it was well justified by the next person that decided to come by in the cavalcade of bad jokes that was Gangrelâs life.
âI could just pretend i donât know himâ, he though, but the mutual flash of recognition when their eyes locked made it obvious it was a foolâs errand.
He was going to get trough this one.
ââŠI turned the wrong left on my way to hell. Though a drink for the way wasnât a bad idea.â
He took another sip of his disgustingly cheap beer.
What are the chances of this whole interaction just to end soon?
Vasto supposed he should feel some kind of sympathy or pity for the other man, but after the shit storm theyâd both been through, the former captain didnât have very much of that left to give.
âYouâre not too far off, though. Thisâs pretty damn close to hell anyway.â
He wasnât even sure himself if he was referring to the tavern or this ( unfortunate ) encounter. Honestly, he supposed he should just walk away, but he was tired and bored and meeting Gangrel was the most interesting thing thatâd happened all week.
So, without so much as an invitation, the redhead plopped himself down on the seat next to the former king, absently calling out for an order of beer from the bartender.
âTell me, what does an ex-king do after heâs been dethroned?â


















