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“I don’t think I gave you permission to speak to me.” Sungho grabbed the offender by their jaw and threw them back with great force. “To think you have the balls to walk up to me and demand whatever it was to my face?” The doppelgänger let out a laugh before abruptly cutting it off with a smile. “I would almost applaud you.” His smile dropped, “But that’s too much praise for your final day.” He muttered as he walked up to the fallen one and grabbed him by the collar before pinning him by the wall. It irked him to know how much Wesley hated getting his hands dirty when Sungho would love to paint the world with blood. Shifting his grip onto their throat, he applied enough pressure to choke them and not kill them just yet.

“However, since I have your attention, care to tell me where I can find someone who looks a little bit like me?”

The one who was pinned could barely move from their position, much less talk but Sungho pretended not to notice as he waited with a polite smile. “No? Shame.” Without another word, his nails sunk in deep and casually ripped out their throat before letting the body fall to the floor while licking the blood off his fingers. Taking out his phone, he pointed the camera at the dead body, “Snap for the gram!”

Now that ordeal was over, he whirled around and walked away as he thought about his next approach. “Where, oh where could the little princess be hiding?”

#e:dark mirror #ccitysolo #bio

fallen-alpha-duke:

The boy was only halfway through in his sitting motion when Duke reacted. In a blink, the elder was on the other, calloused and gripping the back of the other’s neck as if he was nothing more then some annoying pup and flinging him away from him as hard as he could. “Last warnin boy.” Duke snarled, scarred lips pulling back to flash sharpened teeth. “Fuck. Off.”

Before he could even react to the sudden grip against his throat, Wesley found himself thrown back. This was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in such a long time, not one he particularly missed either. Miraculously landing on his feet, he naturally growled at the other. “It’s a public bench. One meant to be shared.” As if he was the perfect candidate to be preaching about sharing things.

#{ convo | fallen-alpha-duke }#{ convo }

bcdkittcn:

x x x

The nights could be a bit rough for her and she didn’t quite know why. Perhaps it was a mix of stress, and even loneliness to a point. Katerina was used to having someone there – even if she hated them, such as with her own sire. She had her family, her brother, her Sire… and her life. All of those were taken or altered in some, unfortunate way. Her family? Estranged. Her sire? Murdered. Her life? Constantly in some form of threatened zone. If her ex-suitor found her, he’d kill her for what she was. If the Alpha and King found out what she did prior to the city, would they kill her? Lock her away as a prisoner? As dangerous as it was, this was the safest place for her at the moment.

And so, she took to the city, instead choosing to take fresh air over the near inconsolable anxiety she’d built up in her room. She wore a simple outfit; a pair of blue jeans with a grey and white sweater, and a white tank top underneath – something that looked warm, despite her cold temperature.

“Hm?” A flash of clothing moved in front of her vision as the person stepped in her path, causing her to pause but immediately look up. “Yeah… just run me over.” The escort quipped up.

@covairecitystarters

“How is it my fault that you’re not watching where you’re walking?” He frowned, looking at her as if she said the most ridiculous thing. Maybe one day Wesley will be nice to people for once... However, that day wasn’t today. “Maybe not have your head in the clouds when you’re walking in public? Why should I go out of my way to avoid you when clearly I’m walking in a straight line.

“I’m amazing and all but I like this thing called personal space.” As if he ever respected that from anyone himself. It was unclear whether or not the civilian was in a mood as being grumpy seems to be his default. “You’ve got eyes. Use them.”

#{ convo | bcdkittcn }#{ convo }

dylanxsong:

Dylan shifted his eyes to the other man for a long moment before turning back to look at the road ahead. “Some people find it kinky,” he gave a simple, matter-of-fact reply. “Sounds like you know the Chateau very well though,” the prisoner commented lightly, though it was probably just the general reputation of the place.

“Okay. No blow jobs and no fucking. Noted. Is that why you’re so uptight?” Dylan teased, amused by the man’s reaction. “You’ve got to help me out here though. There’s only so much I can offer unless you request something of me,” the wolf said earnestly because the last thing he wanted was to owe someone. “I mean, you don’t have to collect it now. But if you ever need me to do anything for you in the future, I’ll do it.”

..

“Well, I am not some people.” He scowled, growing quiet when the topic about him knowing the Chateau came up. “Everyone knows the Chateau, albeit a bit differently than how you’re knowing the Chateau but still the same damn building.” He... was speaking too much, more than he ever would have liked.

“Do you want me to launch you out of this car? Because I will.” While he wouldn’t punch another - because effort and his fist would sting - it wasn’t beneath him shove him out of his car. “Once I need something from you, you don’t have to worry about me not finding you. It’s not like you’re that hard to find in the first place.”

#lmaoo he gets so salty so easily #{ convo | dylanxsong }#{ convo }

remixbelmont:

“What you gave me barely covers my tip— be lucky you weren’t pushed off.“ Rémi continues as if talking about the weather. The older wolf takes his last sip, and stands up abruptly, not really caring for the kid— if he falls on his ass, that’s not his problem. “I doubt you have the money to pay for my time. Have a good day kid.” He picks up his things, and blows a kiss at the civilian.

..

“Then g-” He was abruptly cut off when the man stood up. Thank god for his reflexes because he managed to not fall flat on the ground. “Then give me back my money. You’re lucky I haven’t grabbed my cash back the moment you took it.” He grumbled as his mood was far worse after meeting this guy. However, now that the seat was finally free, Wesley sat down, quieting down for a moment.

#{ convo | remixbelmont }#{ convo }

dylanxsong:

Dylan would have been more than happy to remain quiet, but he found that talking also helped take his mind off things even if the other man was not as entertained by it. But that did not matter because what did matter was that Dylan did get the man to send him back to the Chateau in the end.

“So you want more than a blowjob? You could’ve said,” the prisoner said with a shrug. “I’m down for fucking too, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want to do that in your car and you don’t really strike me as a back alley sort of person. Want to come to my cell? It’s clean,” Dylan offered, happy to go all the way since they had already started down this train of thought.

..

With his low tolerance, he was surprised that the steering wheel had never broke once. Maybe it was because Wesley didn’t want to ever damage his car either but he gripped that wheel incredibly hard each time the boy next to him spoke.

“Just shut up.” He replied instead. “And why would I ever want to fuck in a cell?” Wesley didn’t ever want to step foot in any place that resembled a cell ever since he got out of there. “For one, that place is never clean no matter how you describe it. And secondly, I never said I’d fuck you. Merely require a better reward than a blowjob.”

#{ convo | dylanxsong }#{ convo }

fallen-alpha-duke:

Duke’s one eye snapped towards the other, cutting into the stranger as they snapped back. Duke was not in the mood to have some pup bark at him…so, almost childishly, Duke turned to prop his feet up in the length of the bench. “Find. A different. Bench.” Duke snarled through somewhat clenched teeth, his eye flashing. It was the only warning he was going to give the other.

“Did you think doing that will stop me from sitting on my favourite bench?” The man wanted to be childish? Wesley will come back with the same amount of childishness. While it wasn’t unusual for Wesley to pick a fight, it seemed that he was getting into a lot more of them lately. All of them were just as meaningless as this. Without giving the man any further warning, he approached said bench and proceed to sit down on the other.

#//.....wesley be sitting on everyone as of late....#{ convo | fallen-alpha-duke }#{ convo }

fallen-alpha-duke-deactivated20

It wasnt a good night. Well, a good night mentally that is. The shaking hand was back, and Duke found himself with a shorter then usual fuse. His hand was shaking when he was standing still, the wolf a little twitchy. And instead of taking a breath, Duke just got mad at himself and anyone who was too close in his radius. So, stubbornly, he sat on the bench nursing another bottle of moonshine. He was buzzed enough to get that shake in his hand away, to muffle those whispers and angry thoughts. But the cold air was crisp enough to keep him from dozing. He heard someone getting closer, the wolf growling lowly. “Find a fuckin different bench.”

wcslcyjvng

"That’s my favourite bench, so no, I will not find a fucking different bench.” His relatively good mood (for once) immediately dipped the moment he saw that there was a man sitting there. While he wasn’t fond of sharing, the bench was still big enough to fit more than one person so Wesley was just going to sit on the other end if the other didn’t talk to him.

#{ convo | fallen-alpha-duke }#{ convo }

remixbelmont:`

“You barely tipped me with that amount. And customer maybe, but you’re no client.” Rémi says nonchalantly, but there’s a slight smile on his face— although, it’s not mocking. “Alright young man. I figured you wouldn’t ask for my name since you hate the service so much.” He replies, and purposely avoid telling his name. He’s almost done anyway.

“Why should I pay you for more if you’re less than satisfying to begin with? That’s the start of being ripped off.” Wesley went on as if he voluntarily paid him in the first place. His mood was sour - though when was it not? But this man was definitely not improving it in the slightest. “One would pay more if he was actually satisfied with the results.”

#{ convo | remixbelmont }#{ convo }

dylanxsong:

“Don’t need to be,” Dylan said under his breath at the man’s psychologist comment and yelped when the car jerked into a sharp turn. For some reason, poking the proverbial bear just to see his reaction was quite entertaining and it took Dylan’s mind off his own condition even if it was just for a little while. “I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet about your problems…” he said with a smile after righting himself.

“I’m just not a fan of owing people the unknown. Especially when I know how some people have some really weird requests,” the prisoner said with a shrug. “Look, if you don’t need my help at work or anything like that, then I could just suck you off before you drop me off or something. I’m less nauseous now.” There, he said it. Dylan usually would have led with something like that had he been able to read the other man better, but it was better late than never.

Wesley held back on saying that he had no problems because he had a feeling that it was another can of worms he didn’t want to open. From experience, the more he said, the more intrigued some people oddly got and therefore, he should shut up for his own sanity. “How about you be quiet in general? I like that idea a lot better.” He grumbled, his mood clearly far from being entertained.

"I don’t care if you’re not a fan, you’ll just have to deal with it.” He scoffed at the ideas, “That just sounds like a poor trade. The pain and effort I’m going through just to get your sorry ass home deserves more than a quick blowjob. And it’d be even worse if I’m left more unsatisfied afterwards because that is in no way helpful to me.”

#{ convo | dylanxsong }#{ convo }

deaconxalbright:

“Never really tried man.” Deacon said in reply to the idea that most people could be bribed. Deacon raised his hands up, “My mistake. You’re right. I mean I wouldn’t mind getting there one day. But cool cool.” He had obviously said the wrong thing to Wesley but still shrugged good naturedly, “You don’t have to do anything. I was just asking a question.”

Deacon ran the card without comment but his eyes slid up when Wesley mentioned turning shirts pink. “I mean, yeah, I would owe you replacement garments and a refund if something like that happened. But it would never happen. I mean it’s not even possible when dry cleaning. But that’s why I clean the clothes and you guys pay me.”

..

Wesley sighed, looking away when Deacon expressed his interest in becoming his friend. This was like a few others he knew. There was once a girl who proudly named herself as his ‘best friend’ and did not care at all if Wesley constantly denied it. “Why though?” What was with people and wanting to befriend him - even those he backstabbed more than once still kept him as a friend.

“You’ll never know what happens.” It wasn’t his intention to sound like he’s jinxing it. And also, this was one way of getting a new shirt - not that he was going to raise that up as a point.

#{ convo | deaconxalbright }#{ convo }

thewrongone:

Where would Nick like to rot if it weren’t here? That’s something he’d never thought about it before. He’d have to put it on his list of things to think about while he was in there. The blonde wolf shrugged. “Mostly. Keeps me from thinking of my demons. What would you suggest I think about?”

..

Rotting away in a cell with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company was a scenario that Wesley understood well - and something that he didn’t really want to go down memory lane about. “Not that.” He offered no help at all. “I’d rather thinking about where I could take a nap if I get out for a bit.” Perhaps he was a cat in his past life instead. One could not convince Wesley from not taking a nap whenever he wanted.

#{ convo | thewrongone }#{ convo }

dylanxsong:

“Somewhat… You think so?” Dylan asked with an arched brow because it certainly did not feel like he was getting the hang of anything. He nodded instead and shoved his hands into his pockets to keep them out of sight. They were not claws anymore but they still made him self-conscious. Woe be it that he scratched up the leather seats by accident.

“You seem plenty angry,” the prisoner chuckled. “Or grumpy at least and that stems from anger, doesn’t it? Or maybe it’s just annoyance.” Dylan settled himself more comfortably in the car seat, sure that the other man was not about to kick him out of the car anymore despite the constant threats. As much as the other man continued to complain, Dylan had a feeling that he was not entirely as bad as he made himself out to be.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll buy you a new car,” he smiled, unable to keep the sarcasm from his voice as he turned dark eyes on the stranger. “I don’t know… Do you need help at work? Physical labour? Errands you need to get done? I’m pretty good with those,” Dylan suggested, not wanting to appear too forward. He would have asked if the man wanted to use him to blow off some steam, but he had a feeling his advances would be rejected.

..

“I honestly don’t care.” He replied, slightly surprised that the other wanted to reaffirm the off comment he said. Bottom line was that if Dylan’s lack of control affected Wesley’s life in any way, then it’d be a problem. If not, it wasn’t his business. The boy could accidentally attack the crowd and it would be fine by him if he wasn’t at the venue himself.

“I’m not angry.” He repeated, feeling a spike in his annoyance level. “Are you my psychologist? No.” That sudden spike might have been the source of the abrupt sharp turn into a street. “I’m not dragging your ass home just to hear about what you think is my problem.”

Normally, Wesley would jump on any opportunity to use someone just so he wouldn’t have to get his hands dirty himself. However, he was surprisingly diligent when it came to his job at the tattoo parlour so receiving help there wasn’t something he wanted. “A new car sounds like the better plan.” He answered instead as he couldn’t really think of anything at the moment. “Why are you fussing? It’s not like I can’t find you if I ever need you.”

#lol no worries #{ convo | dylanxsong }#{ convo }

remixbelmont:

wcslcyjvng:

“Ah––? So you think I have amazing thighs too? I’m sorry, but you’re not a client.” Rémi says plainly, as he continues to drink– he’s almost done. Something tells him that this person must annoy, or anger a lot of people, and must quite surely, enjoy doing so–– he almost feels bad for the kid–––– Rémi isn’t the type to get angry easily. “Got a name kid?”

..

“According to you, I ‘paid’ for your service so that makes me a customer.” He continued to glare daggers at the man despite the height difference. “And why the hell would I tell you? I definitely didn’t ask for yours either.” He said in case the other decided in good nature to tell him.

#so much nonsense xD #{ convo | remixbelmont }#{ convo }

remixbelmont:

“Well, technically you’re using me as a chair. And since I have nice thighs, I’m way more comfortable than that chair—— so I think I’m doing my job pretty nicely.” Rémi says nonchalantly - it’s obvious that he doesn’t really care about the situation. Although, if he’s honest with himself, part of him finds this quite amusing— mostly because the other wolf seems so aggravated over something he caused himself.

..

“I didn’t ask about what you thought about your thunder thighs.” He wiggled in his ‘seat’. “If the client is unsatisfied, doesn’t that make it your job to make sure you cater to them properly.” Regardless of how many years had passed, it was clear that the immatureness in Wesley will never go away.

#{ convo | remixbelmont }#{ convo }

thewrongone:

“I mean a real bed would be nice, and a private shower maybe. But it’s fine. I don’t really get a choice.” The wolf laughed and shrugged. He was doing that thing where he talked to much again. “Where would you prefer to rot?” Nick asked cocking his head to the side.

..

"Not here.” Maybe he used to think so at one point but now that he was out of there, he had no plans on going back. Besides, rotting away with a good bed was more preferable than the shitty one here. His back ached for days back then. “Not in Covaire altogether. Is this really what you think about most days?”

#{ convo | thewrongone }#{ convo }

swartzinthecity:

“Hey, I wouldn’t have interrupted you if you were on your way to having a good time.” Stretching her arms up, she cracked her knuckles. “Same here. Shit’s been really weird lately..” She turned, faking shock. “How could you think that?!” She chuckled. “I don’t want you dead, Wes. You’re entertaining.”

..

“You won’t catch me because I don’t make it a habit to put on a show for other people.” He said with great confidence, “Oh, so you’re only worried about my whereabouts because I entertain you? Regardless, I don’t think it’s any your business. It’s not like I was going around looking for you after all.”

#{ convo | swartzinthecity }#{ convo }

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