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[darcy-lockelan-blog]

Having arrived an hour ago, Darcy had already lost sight of Lydia not long after their arrival. His friend and coworker had all but disappeared into the crowd of gamblers, and he had been left in unfamiliar territory. Worse, he was uncomfortable, as well as alone, and stuck until Lydia answered his text messages like he needed her to. 

The altercation to his left had not only drawn his ears, but also his attention, and slowly, Darcy made his way over after the drunkard had wandered off. There was something off about the man though, something strange that Darcy didn’t quite understand, and the air around him tasted like static. 

“A-are you alright? That was a bi-bit rude of him.”

[xxtechie-blog]

"E..eh?" His attention had become instantly pulled from where he'd been working on the offending party's just deserts by someone approaching him. For a momen, Lorcan stiffened, turning his head hesitantly toward the approaching silhouette in his peripheral. The man that approached him seemed.. considerably more quiet than the one that had just knocked into him. In fact, the man seemed more quiet than nearly everyone else around them.

Something about the taller, dark complected man seemed to put Lorcan at least a bit more at ease. There was a gentle demeanor about him, not threatening and certainly not hostile. Lorcan's shoulders relaxed slightly. Though the red tinting his cheeks was obvious at the sight of the other paying such attention to him.

"Ah I'm.. fine." He stated, in an attempt to keep his voice steady. The boy snapped his laptop quickly closed, shooting the other a tremulous smile. "Rude seems to be a h- a habit around here."

[hatexmonger]

@ xxtechie

Bored out of his mind and needing something - anything - with which to entertain himself, Teàrlach practically skipped along the road verge, determinedly keeping to the narrow strip of grass instead of using the sidewalk, garnering expressions of bemusement and as he went. But he was quite accustomed to people gawking at him; when one had a tendency to frequent bars and clubs in search of fun, usually in the form of vandalism or the misuse of water, one must first accustom himself to the prospect of being forced into the spotlight, where one’s every move was intensely observed and frowned upon. But rather than allow it to affect his morale - only a fool would pay heed to the opinions of other fools -  he thrived on it, reveling in the fact that so many thought very lowly of him; relishing the idea that not only did they find his antics shameful and scandalous, but they saw him as this lowly pest, not fit to breathe the same air as them. Little did they know of the dangers that would arise should this particular vough set his sights on them. 

            Until it was too late.

     Far too late to escape his notice and the mischievous, evil designs always lurking within, more than prepared to burst free at the smallest provocation.

Because when he finally - finally - settled on a target for the day, very, very little could stop him from doing as he pleased. 

                    And today? 

      He’d found the perfect one.

“I’m bored,” Teàrlach greeted the other male without preamble as soon as he slowed to a halt in front of him, unashamedly blocking the routes of many as he stood in the middle of the sidewalk, sporting an impish grin. “Yer bored too - don’t even bother denying it.” His target certainly didn’t look bored, but that didn’t mean he’d be letting him off the hook anytime soon. “So let’s do something fun, aye?”

[xxtechie-blog]

The dark haired young man had been minding his own business. Hands shoved furtively into the front pockets of his jeans, Lorcan had been attempting to navigate his way through the heavy crowd of people bustling and shoving at each other on the small sidewalk. This, perhaps, was one of the things he enjoyed the least about this city. It was too big, and way too full for Lorcan's liking. He couldn't quite recall where he'd been before Vegas, it was all a blur. He was, however, damned near certain it wasn't as overcrowded at this. Tucking his chin into his chest and ignoring the way those in the crowd jostled him, he pushed solemnly through them, attempting for the most part to avoid the touch and confrontation of others around him.

That was all shot to hell however, as someone planted themselves directly in front of him, and didn't move. He noticed a bit too late, nearly colliding with the other man, his boots scuffing against the other one. Blue eyes lifted in a startled, bemused expression only to come face to face with another man that appeared to be about his age. "Uh..?" He hesitated, then turned to look behind him before managing to ascertain that the blond was, indeed, talking to him.

His brows knit in confusion for a minute as he looked at the other. He was handsome. The kind of handsome that looked like it would cut you. The bags beneath the other eyes purpling and deep, as if he'd stayed up half the night doing things everyone but himself would regret. Alarm-bells flared in the back of the boy's mind and in his surprise, every phone within a five foot radius went off, each phone ringing or vibrating. "Me? I- uh. No I'm not bored I- do I know you? I don't think I know you.." He stammered.

[drakongoch]

Drakon was still amused by how the humans seemed so unaware of those around them - so unable to comprehend the ability of those around them to ruin them. His head tilted in curiosity as the drunk man ran into the innocent looking boy sitting down the bar, his frown deepening when nobody not even the so-called employees of this establishment moved to help him. He groaned, the sound reminiscent of the growls that he could form in the throat of his old form.

His eyes followed the drunk as he walked away - if you had looked closer you might have noticed that his eyes glowed slightly as his nostrils flared. He identified the smell of the this particularly offensive human before storing it away for later use. Drakon’s eyes lit up with an inhuman sort of glee as the machinery seemed to malfunction for a moment.

His gaze shifted back to the younger man who was sitting down the bar once again seeming to be engulfed in his work. How interesting, he thought, such a different specimen. Drakon had always loved a good puzzle so he slipped over to where he was sitting, his eyes scanning the device that recognized as a laptop. He didn’t have much experience with electronics - relative to his lifespan anyways. “Is that going to be okay or did that scum damage it? Could track him down for you,” he offered offhandedly.

[xxtechie-blog]

Already, Lorcan had a good idea of what he was going to do. The other's personal information, bank account and hotel room all visible on his screen, his fingers flew rapidly over the keyboard. Already intent on, at the very least, making certain the other had nowhere to sleep this night. The voice distracted him momentarily, sky-blue eyes flickering to the source of it momentarily before returning to his screen. Then instantly doubletaking.

The man that had moved to sit at his side was, the only word Lorcan could think to describe it was striking. Vivid red hair that seemed to have a glow from the lighting and very sharp.. sleek features that reminded the boy of a large, venemous snake he'd seen once. Features symmetrical and serpentine. He sat there for a moment, then another, as if he were surprised at the aspect this man chose to approach him, before he seemed to realize that he had been staring

Instantaneously, the boy's face seemed to flush and redden. It was barely perceptible beneath the dim, cheap lights of the vegas bar. But he was suddenly very aware that he'd stared at the other man just a bit too long. Reaching out, he took a long drink of whatever glass had been next to him, only to cough violently as nearly 100 proof liquor burned it's way down his gullet. Lorcan shook his head vehemently at the offer. "N-ah! No!" He exclaimed. His next words, however, were a bit of a slip up. "I've got an idea where he is!" That, as opposed to 'i'd rather not' rang a bit more hostile than the incredibly she boy seemed at first glance. He cast a furtive look around, as if realizing that he was taking up a good chunk of the bar with his laptop and bag. "Am- am I in your way? I could move." He uttered hastily, digits already gripping the sticky laptop.

[cyprisoflove-blog]

Any other day, he would have interrupted the scene before him, let out a bit of his own influence to calm the loveless jerk that decided to make a mess of a stranger’s day. But a god of love often had many worries and fears surrounding his loves, and alcohol, sweet alcohol with the taste of candy, was often the easiest way to relax those fears.

Amber eyes wide as he watched the scene happen, he tugged at his cardigan, so grateful that it still fit after his body had changed beyond his control. Women’s clothes were often more comfortable than men’s, if only for the familiarity of them. 

Drink in hand, he slid over to the boy, a wad of napkins in his grasp to help clean up any residual spills. He glimpsed at the bank account, not bothering to mention it. “Dude was an asshole, huh?”

[xxtechie-blog]

The boy seemed, momentarily, shaken. Not because the man who had knocked the drinks over had seemed threatening, no. But the interaction itself, it had been one of the very reasons Lorcan so often found himself refusing to leave nooks and crannies of hotel lobbies, or remained behind the locked door of rooms he paid well earned money for. Anyone that would take in the scene would assume the boy had left such an interaction worse for wear, and perhaps there would be a ring of truth in that assumption. But it did not mean that he was harmless.. and certainly not that the offender wouldn't get his come uppance.

He was, however, momentarily distracted from whatever he'd been doing by the quick, fluid movements of another. Stepping a bit into his personal space and catching Lorcan's attention, his dark head turned to who was speaking. He caught sight of the other for a moment, before nodding after a hesitation. "Usually.. drunk around here. Bit my fault for setting up here" He replied, shoulders lifting in an attempt to shrug it off. "Can't.. be helped."

[xxtechie-blog]

Easy Target

It was an easy mistake for people to make when it came to Lorcan. He seemed unassuming, quiet and harmless. With his benign nature, and slight form. His dark, flyaway hair was in loose curls, falling forward in a mop-headed mess over thin, black framed glasses as he sat at the edge of a small bar placed inside one of Vegas's many casinos. Lorcan was entirely invested in whatever he'd been doing on the small laptop he was typing away at, right up until he was suddenly jostled forward harshly by someone shoving into him hard from behind. "H- ..Hey!" He exclaimed sharply, just barely managing to lift his laptop before a couple of drinks along the bar spilled over, not quite managing to stop the bottom of it from getting sticky.

"Be caref-" The boy was sputtering, dragging bunches of napkins along the bar in front of him in a rushed attempt to pat the surface dry. Before he could finish, however, whoever had knocked into him gave him another rough shove. "Watch your shit." The drunken man slurred, before wandering off past him without so much as an apology or even an acknowledgement.

Gritting his jaw, the boy turned to look at the offender, his lips pursed and his eyes seeming a bit brighter blue than was normal. His gaze searched the man's exterior for a moment as, unnoticed by the man, his phone seemed to light up momentarily in his pocket. The slot and blackjack machines in his immediate area seeming to glitch out and flash brightly, before the boy simply turned back on his seat. Setting his laptop down on the drying and slightly sticky surface, Lorcan opened it. Whatever he'd been working on previously was gone. Now, a window had popped up that looked suspiciously like a personal bank account that was most certainly not his. At once, he began typing, so deeply involved in what he was doing that he was unaware another pair of eyes were upon him.

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