But thatâs a motherfuckinâ problem daddy never had.
French kissinâ and spittin into the holy water-
I like women and love sinninâ in the name of the father-
 and of The son, and the holy spirit.....
I do what I want, whenever I wantÂ
So fuck what you want, guess what?Â
Iâm not your son.
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Bah Hum-bitch.
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THE NIGHT OF NOVEMBER 21, 2023 - 10:58 PM.
it was warm under the blanket on the couch, even though octoberâs body against his back was cool to the touchâ the boy sitting comfortably against his boyfriend as they watched the movie, the two having been enraptured in the first bit of the movie before the plot suddenly dropped off the face of the planet. they were still enjoying it, but hands were starting to wander under the blanket as the plot began to make even less senseâ octoberâs beard tickled the back of percyâs neck with each soft kiss to the skin there, the manâs hands rubbing absently along the boyâs thighs over his pajamasâ cuddling him close against him, nuzzling his cheek against the boyâs hairâ just being close to him. attentive.
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âSome parade, huh?â October questions as he walks into the courtyard alongside Percy, looking down at him through the gap in the neck of his mask. Theyâd really made a poor decision as far as visibility was concerned, the two of them working with somewhat obscured vision at least until the concert in the park later. But for now, October had promised to go to the masquerade with Percy, despite his distaste for the royals- Itâs his ever-present weakness for his boyfriend that has him tolerating courtiers. Heâll admit it, Percyâs cute, in his nurse costume, the dress hemmed terribly short to match the character and little fingers threaded through his own free ones, the other dragging a large, rather impressive replica of Pyramidheadâs cleaver behind him. âIâd offer to grab you a drink, but weâd have to unwrap your mask a little to get there.â he teases, nodding slightly to a staring fae before continuing his conversation with Percy. âI donât really do parties like this, you know. I mean costume parties, sure, but ones where if I say the wrong thing I might get thrown in a dungeon are new.â he admits. âYou are terribly lucky I adore you.â
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Heâs already starting to get tired of the pyramid shaped helmet that makes up most of his costume- the cardboard is light enough, and the courtiers double taking when he walks by is exactly what heâd intended for- but the errant sets of hands grabbing at the front and making his already limited visibility worse, well, those he could live without. It is in fact one of those pairs of hands that he catches before they can get away from him, dirty bandage wrapped fingers holding fast as his other hand lifts the mask in full, a glasses clad, curly-haired October scowling from beneath it. âKirby. Of course itâs you.â He sighs, pulling the headpiece off all the way and sitting it beside him as he takes a seat and releases his grip.
âTo what do I owe the pleasure of you annoying me then, Kiddo?â
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percy has never once thought of october as cruel, never had a reason to think that. even that day they had first met, it wasnât cruelty really that percy had seenâ it had been a sense of danger and cold rage in odd but beautiful blue eyes. he had been scared of him, then, yes. but afterwardsâ percy saw how gentle october could be that night at the concert, and every day sinceâ felt how carefully october touched him, afraid that he might perhaps mar percyâs skin or break a bone by applying just a touch too much grip to the boyâs hand as they laces their fingers together. percy saw octoberâs gentleness in how he treated animals, always careful with jonquil and the dogsâ and he saw it in the manâs eyes when he looked at someone he cared for, cold blue thawing momentarily when he thought no one was lookingâ small fond smirks curling the corners of his lips when he saw his kids.Â
and percy knew he was likely in love with october, despite the manâs flaws and the demons that still clung to the manâs mind. how could he not be, when the manâs very presence drew your attention. it wasnât his height or his clothing that drew someoneâs eye, noâ it was the fact that his very existence seemed to be so captivating that one couldnât help but be aware of him when he stepped into a room. maybe it was the manâs confidence, or how he held himselfâ but percy was both in awe and jealous of october for that reason. he was jealous that the man could step into a room and demand everyoneâs undivided attention without a word, while percy struggled not to be spoken over with frequency enough to make him hesitant to talk in the first placeâ though that had faded some over the last year, the hybrid more eager to share his thoughts and feelings with those around him without fear of being ignored or dismissedâ like he had been so used to.
the man in front of him was a protector, not a monsterâ not truly the villian he tried to play in front of people, but not faultless either. the man definitely had flaws of course, everyone did, and denying that reality was a flaw in itself. something haunted him, put terror into those blue eyes percy thought resembled the deep fresh water pools he had seen in textbooks growing upâ wondering about the world outside the walls of his bedroom, the world he saw glimpses of through windows of his grandmotherâs house and the van. the world he had watched other children participate in, while he sat quietly with a teacherâ a book in small hands that had never so much as touched the chains of a swing. in front of him was a man that had gone out and experienced the world, had perhaps seen nearly a majority of the mortal realmâ a place percy had begun to drawn to see, had foolishly thought perhaps that he might be able to with october. and maybe they could, they were both immortalâ surely this reign wouldnât last forever, right?
but for now that wasnât possible anymore, and percy didnât know if it ever would be again. but he thought that perhaps he was lucky to be stuck inside the tall crystal walls with the manâ lucky perhaps that october hadnât been on tour when the walls were raised, and luckier still that they had even met each other in the first place. he felt safe with the other man, undeniably so. each brush of the manâs fingers on his skin set his nerves a light, and he wanted nothing more than to let himself melt into the other manâ and he had considered it with frequency over the last year, but the idea of sex still made him anxious despite those budding thoughts and curiosities that prickled at him more and more each dayâ thoughts that got louder when octoberâs lips were agains this own, when large hands gripped his hips tighter and pulled him closerâ when stubble tickled the sensitive skin of his neck, and when chapped lips kissed along the line of his jaw before finding his lips againâ thoughts that got louder the hotter his body burned for the manÂ
how many time had percy laid on octoberâs chest, just looking at the man with those three words tingling on his lips and hanging off the tip of his tongue? how many times had he nearly blurted it out, only to stop himself out of fear of the manâs reaction? scared that the man wouldnât accept them, or worseâ turn him away? if he told october he loved him, what would his reaction be? what kind of face would he make? would he be happy? sad? would he laugh at him? percy wasnât sure, nor did he want to risk it.
so them being âjust friendsâ was enough, and this time he would try his best to keep his mouth shut.
he laughs as october says the dogâs arenât that tall, giving the man an exasperated look. ânothing is tall to you! theyâre up to my hip, yâknowâ and jonquilâs legs are only three inches tall! even if they meet in the middle, their legs will be long.â he nods to himself, his cheeks puffing up slightly as he breaks into giggles. âi could make them little jackets, i bet it would make calem laugh.â he grins, hugging octoberâs arm closeâ resting his cheek on the sleeve of the manâs jacket, looking up at him with those wide eyes of hisâ filled with undeniable warmth. âi think jonquil would charm loaf into simply not barking, actually. heâs such an odd but chill cat,â he laughs, humming at the mention of food. âi mean that doesnât narrow it down, really. most places have coffee.â he teases, flashing october a cheeky grin. though the thought of october watching him eat like a weirdo makes him laughâ nudging the man slightly. ânot like you havenât before at your house. suddenly shy because weâre going to be in public?â heâs teasing, and soon enough the two are down in the backroom of the shop and percy is locking the door up behind him before stashing his keyâs away in octoberâs coatâ not wanting to pull his backpack off again just to put them inside, his cheeks still pink from the âpretty boyâ being cooed in the manâs deep, rumbling voice.
âi dunno, youâre huge and itâs me-sized. i think it would be crushed.â he scrunches his nose at him playfully, giving bryn a happy little wave as the two make their way out to octoberâs jeepâ percy having to physically climb up into the passenger seat after setting his backpack on the floorâ his legs dragging partly off the seat as he buckles himself in, sticking his tongue out at october. âyes, yes. iâve seen how you drive, of course iâm going to put the seatbelt on.â he pulls his legs up, crossing them in front of him as he settles. at the question about where they would stop to eat percy considers for a moment, then nods to himself. âthe diner would work, itâs on the way and benji and ivy both know to make sure my food so i donât get sick. i would hate to have to call off our d- outting just because i have an upset tummy.â his cheeks colour, looking away for a momentâ hoping october hadnât caught that little slip up. he breathes in the smell of cloves, and relaxes in the seatâ looking out the window for a quiet moment before the movement of octoberâs arm out of the corner of his eye grabs his attentionâ glancing towards him and seeing that the other man had placed it on the center console slightly upturned, a clear invitation for percy to take it. he blushes a bit darker, and slips his fingers between octoberâsâ lacing them together, his hand disappearing in octoberâs own.
his heart beats just a bit louder in his chest as he squeezes the manâs hand, turning his attention to the world outside the carâ unable to stop his eyes from finding the wall in the far distance. he licks at his lips slightly, then turns his head towards october againâ speaking quietly, hesitantly.Â
ââŚiâm sure that the walls canât remain for⌠forever⌠so⌠um⌠when we can eventually leave again, would⌠would you come with me to the mortal realm? iâve⌠iâve always really wanted to see the sea with my own eyes, instead of just in the pictures in my books or on the internet.â
Maybe there was a comfort in the uncertainty October had found himself within. It wasnât a lot, of course. But there was plausible deniability afforded to Percy if he wasnât... Attached, to October. He knows his reputation, and fifty years of monstrous behavior is not forgiven in one year of trying to get better. His own children estranged for most of their lives because of his fear of the reputation he cultivated coming back to bite him. But was he really in control of how he was perceived any longer? After 20 years in the limelight he had lost control of the beast he fostered. âOctober Rouletteâ was as much a force of nature as he was a man who had longed for attention enough to seek it within the cogs of the grand fame machine. Heâd been pulled in and spat back something new, something driven by ego and addiction and lust and want-
He was not sure, even now, if it was obsession or love that burned his chest the way it did when he spent time with Percy. He realizes he doesnât care when smaller, softer hands thread through his, gently squeezing. He listens carefully, as the hybrid hesitates, brows creasing gently. would you come with me to the mortal realm? The question hangs for a moment. The wall couldnât persist forever, could it? But they would. October had died centuries ago, and Percy? Well, death would never run cold hands through soft curls, not naturally- and not unnaturally, as long as Octoberâs head remained on his shoulders. No, October would be the closest Percy would ever come to something death had graced, a bitter amnesiac coroner with a kindness in him heâd hidden for perhaps too long to make good on it now. Percy had been instrumental in that change, hadnât he? Melonâs lingering trust in him from what felt like ages prior had helped, fleeting kindnesses he didnât deserve from others- but Percy had never thought ill of him- not after he apologized, at least.
But still there was a hatred for what heâd done. That concert invitation hadnât been offered in good faith, heâd wanted to see Percy scared, hadnât he? Eventually decided to cut his losses and feed off the boy, get him high in the green room surrounded by drinking and drugs heâd never been exposed to. October had wanted to destroy the person he knew Percy to be, and there was a recognition even now that he had wanted it in the first place, even if all he wanted now was to preserve exactly the traits he believed betrayed the boy as weak. He loved- without fail, Percy loved others- even people like October, who didnât deserve it.... does he love you? A voice wonders in the back of his mind. But then he realizes heâs been quiet far longer than he meant to be. âMm? Sorry, Iâm a little far off.â he admits, focusing back up and turning to Percy with a slight, fanged grin. âOf course Iâd come with you. I thought it was a given that youâd tag along at least for part of a tour someday. You should get to see the mortal realm for all it has to offer- I could take you to a zoo. an amusement park or an aquarium or something. All of it.â he insists. âThereâs a whole other world out there youâve never seen- of course Iâd come with you to see it, sugar.âÂ
He wants to see the sea. Octoberâs been to most of them, the cold banks of the UK, the picturesque shores of tropical locales. Heâd been submerged in both-willingly and unwillingly. There was no real awe remaining within him for the ocean, but a respect- something so beautiful so deadly all the same. He wonders if Percy would see the same thing in it as he does- something so lovely but so willing and capable of killing. He wonders: Would Percy love the sea for the same reasons he seems to like October? For his more kind surface while ignoring- or perhaps still unaware of cruel depths below? âI could take you to see the ocean.â He insists. âWeâll schedule a coastal tour. something that hits both sides of the states or goes somewhere even prettier than that. You know what? If these walls come down, and the bandâs still going, You pick a couple places. And Iâll take you.â He promises after a moment. âAnd if itâs not... then weâll take a vacation together.â
He doesnât have long to linger on the âtogetherâ before heâs parking the few blocks back from the museum, moving to the passenger side of the jeep to wait for Percy and smiling when the younger manâs feet hit the blacktop beside his own. Itâs clear once again how different they are, in both appearance and personality. Heâd often worried, before softening himself, if people assumed he was menacing Percy again when they were simply spending time together, towering and clad in black and slogans, if it looked as if he meant the boy ill when he hadnât for some time. He was a beast, barely restrained, even now the chains around his neck remained, though lesser in number- to perhaps warn others. He straightens the collar of his jacket and offers Percy his hand with a soft smile. âWeâll stop by the diner, grab something to lunch on, and then Iâll let you drag me around the entirety of Faeruneâs natural history.â he teases, as if Percy could drag him anywhere.
as if he wouldnât follow behind him willingly.
He holds the diner door easily, following behind and settling with the other man into the booth heâs chosen, taking a moment of pause to stretch his arms across his chest before placing his drink order- his usual black coffee, to be doctored with a bit of sugar and creamer when it arrived. âI canât believe youâve lived here this long and have only been to the museum on a field trip, honestly.â He admits. âThough I suppose with the prospect of the walls, weâve not got much âgoing somewhere elseâ as an option. You know I went to a science museum in the mortal realm somewhere. they had a giant human body. it was weird.â he laughs. âI think I have a picture of Rory standing on the ass.â
Even with the constant ache in his chest thereâs never been anything but comfort surrounding Percy. October had lost it in front of him, that day at the flower shop, and it had been a secret kept from everyone else since then- at least, as far as he was aware. He hadnât questioned the things that triggered his misery, simply did away with them, and told October heâd be okay. It was a moment of weakness. October should have hated even having been seen like that. But there was a comfort in it. Something in his mind always insisted magic would hurt him.
But Percy knew magic like an old friend. And Percy had never dared- unless October tried to hurt him first. So maybe there was a caveat to that fear. That magic was not the thing he should hate. Just the people who taught him to fear it in the first place.Â
âYou know this place always smells real good, itâs a bummer I canât eat anymore without regretting it in like, twelve hours.â He laughs. âWould maybe steal a couple fries if I could.â
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And I know this isn't enough
I still don't measure up
And I'm not prepared
Sorry is never there when you need it
 And I do want you to know
I'll hold you up above everyone
And I do want you to know
I think you'd be good to me
And I'd be so good to you
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I'll take your loneliness, 'cause I know what it feels like
All your uncertainty, I'll make into mine
I'll take your punishment, 'cause I think I deserve it
All your never ending condescending arguments
So lay me out on your table
Let's get straight to the heart of this.
The problem with anger, is that itâll pull you down, eventually. Roryâs is righteous- Octoberâs is bred into him- The tides clash here and now- may the combatants come away... alive?
TW: Violence, Blood
âI just donât know why youâre taking it so fucking hard- Itâs a joke not a dick, brokeback mountain.â Rory knew better than to think this was going to be easy. October was stubborn at his best moments, and Rory pushing back against his norm was likely to get the older vampire up in arms. Heâd tried to be gentle about it- as gentle as one could be about the fact his so-called âbest friendâ treated him like shit on the regular- had waited until everyone else had left the clan meeting, until it was just the two of them sat in The Hive well below his home. Heâd hoped, in privacy, the usual bravado that colored Octoberâs presence would soften the way it often did, dropping the ego and bravado to be the friend heâd made in college, a bit terse, sarcastic and rude, sure, but heâd never been cruel- Callus and unkind and willing to jump to the physical the way heâd become now. Heâd hoped that therapy would have made him better- He realizes now that perhaps he wasnât something October saw as important enough to mention, because the mistreatment had continued, even as the other vampire became more visibly kindhearted toward others, his children, the clan, his other friends.
Everyone but Rory. So perhaps he was angry, perhaps he was angrier than he had ever been, when October pushed genuine concern, a request for peace, to hang up the way heâd broken the manâs bones for little more than a minor infraction and be treated like his friend again off to the side like it was some kind of passing thought, a fleeting, momentary want after a joke that he couldnât take.
âAre you fucking shitting me?â Comes the response, and Rory loathes the way his voice breaks on the words. âA joke? You punched me so hard I saw stars, you coulda cracked my skull, Eight!â
âAnd I didnât. and if I did you would have healed. Whyâs this such a big fucking deal for you now? Christ, you start spending more time with your bonky sister and fainting couch and you start actinâ like Iâm some kind of supervillain.â October doesnât grasp it, but who could expect him to? Heâd spent nearly 20 years with things working... this way. Rory taking a beating, an insult, and declaring heâs okay, bouncing right back. Heâs not seen the mental wounds left behind, the younger vampire desperate to keep them tucked away- Would he have stopped if he saw the ache in dark eyes? The desperate want to be accepted keeping Rory from standing his ground? Would he have been kinder if he knew that the other manâs submission to suffering was a self-inflicted punishment brought about by Octoberâs violent tendencies?
Neither of them know, because now, with October stubbornly digging in his heels and Roryâs temper flaring, is the first time either have spoken to the dynamic theyâve served for three decades. Patience finally strained too thin, with hospital visits and the stress of someone having attacked Edgar (A fact that certainly made something in Rory hunger for revenge, so he could only imagine the way it made Felicia feel) and Kirbyâs true parentage bearing on him in tandem with the constant stress of being an estranged father desperate for time with his daughter, itâs hard to place which straw broke the back of the camel- but the beast is lame, and the gate it guarded is straining open once more.
âWhenâd you become such a little bitch, man?â October questions, finishing his drink and rolling his eyes. âIâm going home.â He declares, pushing away from the bar to leave- only to find himself held fast, Roryâs grip at his wrist sudden and tight. âFuckssake.â
âIâm askin you to stop treatinâ me like shit, and youâre just gonna leave? Felicia and Edgar have names, I have a name, but you donât respect anybody who isnât you enough to fucking care about that, do you? Have to find the first fucking thing you think of about somebodyâs looks, or personality, and then thatâs their name from then on with you, right? God damn itâs no reason you donât have any fucking friends who arenât beholden to you by a fucking band contract! Face it, nobody would put up with you if they knew the real you the way me anâ the other guys do. But fuck me, right? Stupid fuckinâ Rory, some simple fuckinâ idiot who canât take care of himself, canât think unless you tell me what to do? But which one of us was top of the class in college, October? because it wasnât you.â
October yanks his hand free, angular features darkening with a scowl. âWhat, get your feelings hurt and now you need to brag about shit that happened 30 years ago? Come the fuck on, Riordan, I was kidding.â October snaps, Rory letting out a manic laugh.
âYou punched me in the head! You threw me through a glass cabinet two weeks ago, and oh, for the sin of spilling a little liquor on the new object of your fuckinâ obsession I got my arm broken and my jaw fractured! Yeah- kidding.â The last word is dagger sharp, the youngerâs fists clenching at his sides. âAdmit youâre a dick! for fucks sake! Iâve given you a pass for years because I thought you knew! I assumed anybody as fucking awful as you knew he was the absolute worst! Now youâre pretending to be some paragon of good and kindness and a good father when I- I know you. Whichever one of you is the real October, I donât fucking know anymore, but the guy I know isnât a good fuckinâ person and I gave him a pass on that because he was my friend and now Iâm watchinâ you parade around like youâre some kind of kindhearted leader only to haul off and hit me because you think itâs funny. Itâs fucked up! youâre fucked up! Donât look at me like Iâm crazy- Youâre a dick October. The least you can do is fucking admit that so I donât feel like Iâm going insane for being upset!â
The older vampire arches a brow, runs a tongue across the fronts of his capped fangs. He seems about to say something, crosses broad arms over his chest. Rory hopes beyond hope that itâs an admission, maybe an apology. What he gets makes him see red, instead:Â âAre you finished?â
Maybe he overreacts, because with a shout, he throws himself at October, cocking back and punching the other vampire in the nose, planting one steel-toed boot against his knee and kicking sharply, not letting up until it buckles back, October hitting the floor of the speakeasy with a snarl and a hiss. They scuffle for a moment, Rory landing a few solid swings to Octoberâs face- feeding regularly had its benefits, he supposed, the pop of cartilage under his knuckles a thrill heâs not soon to forget- before his anger is quickly overwhelmed by a flame more frequently stoked. He doesnât realize whatâs happened at first, head suddenly ringing, nose suddenly bleeding, but by the time October snaps his nose back into place and wipes his own blood on his sleeve, Roryâs well aware whatever follows will make the fight in the motel room 17 years ago look like chump change. He staggers, coughs and watches as one heavy, ring clad fist cocks back, closing his eyes and turning his face down and away- at the very least, heâll deserve this one.
Octoberâs about to punch his lights out, jaw aching, nose likely broken in a way heâs going to need to feed to heal- and then Rory folds in on himself and thereâs recognition, perhaps, a faraway look in his eyes for a minute. Which is just long enough for Rory to haul off and hit him again. âOw! motherfucker-â
âIâm still angry!â He manages, spatting blood on Octoberâs boots. âYou- You donât get to do shit like this and be a good guy! You donât! You donât get to pretend my suffering means nothing, you donât get to abandon a kid anâ pretend they donât exist, okay! you donât.... You donât get to be what Iâve been trying to be for so fucking long so fucking easy when youâre still a monster underneath it all. You donât get to retreat into being somebody kind when Iâve spent 2 centuries feeling like Iâll never measure up to being good.â He spits again, cocking back to punch October again only for the older vampire to catch his fist.Â
âRory...â
âYou donât get to be good if Iâm not, god damn it! If I deserve the way you treat me then neither of us are good men and weâre both doomed to our suffering so I need you to quit pretending to be a good person and admit youâre a dick.â The last word comes out on a sob, accent decidedly german and voice breaking. âI have tried so long to attone for what I did and you just decided you werenât that guy anymore. I watched you do what youâve done- you canât just hang it up, if you can just move on then I should have been able to and-â Thereâs no trace of anything from the American south left behind, rambling desperate and german afflicted as he tries to wrench free from Octoberâs grip.
âRORY!â He barks suddenly, the younger vampire jerking to attention. âIâm a dick, okay? is that what you needed to hear? Christ! Yeah, I treat you like shit because you let me. But youâre not me.â He insists, forcing the shorterâs fist back down to his side. âYouâre a hell of a lot better than me, in fucking... everything. So yeah, maybe I... Maybe I took it out on you.â
âDefinitely.â
âSo I definitely took it out on you.â He sighs, wiping a trail of blood from his nose once more, a cut on his cheek from Roryâs scant rings dripping absently. âI didnât know, you know.â
âYou wouldnât have stopped if you did.â
âno, I wouldnât have.â
âSo the point is moot.â
âI suppose.â
âThen why wonât you let me beat the shit out of you for catharsis?â
âBecause I make money with my face, and I donât think beating each other up solves any of this?â
âTerribly rich statement, guy who broke my jaw on a whim.â
âIâm sorry. I know it means shit, Rory, but I am.â October sighs, eventually releasing his grip on the youngerâs hand. âItâs fucking weird that you sound like this.â
âYeah, well, it is usually only temporary. Iâm not doing it on purpose, you fucking dummkopf.â
âSo Iâm gonna... turn around and leave.â October insists, Rory sighing, shaking his head. âAnd Iâm... Iâm gonna let up. okay? Clearly youâre serious about this and youâre under a lot of stress with everything thatâs happening for you and-â
âDonât act like you care, October.â Comes the response, voice flat. âYouâre my friend, I love you, but donât pretend like you give a shit just because you got called out for this.â He sighs, October frowning, but nodding slowly. Stopping at the doorway and turning to glance over his shoulder. âWhat?â The younger questions, dropping himself into a booth.
âI didnât abandon anybody here in the city- the kids are... Well, itâs complicated but theyâre... around.â Rory swallows hard. âWhat do you know, Willingham?â
âIâve been asked not to tell you.â
âAnd we can go back to beating the shit out of each other over something different, if youâd like.â
â....â
âI can always reset a broken nose a second time, Rory.â October warns, and the other man sighs. âI donât want to fight you, man, but thatâs not something you should- that you should keep from me.â
âOne of the tenders at my bar. Kirby. Heâs made it clear he doesnât want to talk to you, so donât fuck with them, alright? I shouldnât have said anything, it was the heat of the moment, I was mad.â
â....â
âYou can leave now, Iâd like to bleed on myself on my own terms. In private.â He mutters, placing his face in his hands and listening to the doors throughout the house close behind October.
âShit.â
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âWhatâs up, old man? When are you gonna take me for ice cream? Itâs been a hundred years. I have dentures now,â Dodie said, skateboarding into Octoberâs office. She stomped her skateboard up into her hand, placing her other on her hip as she looked over at him.
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Eventually heâs gonna have to get used to his kids just turning up at work. Itâs not every day, of course, and they at least have the wherewithal to show up when heâs in his office, not elbows deep in a body- but heâd appreciate it if Dodie stopped skating in the precinct. âKeep that up and your brother might arrest you.â He teases, motioning to her skateboard. He removes his glasses, rubbing his eyes with the flats of his palms. âWell, youâve lucked out, Little Red, if youâre not too old to gum down an ice cream cone, Iâm just about done here for the day.â He rolls his eyes as he moves to put his contacts in. âA hundred years? I knew they werenât payinâ me what Iâm owed.â He declares dramatically, blinking contacts into place and standing up, reaching down to ruffle her hair softly. âIâm not changing out of the sweater vest either. Mostly because I know itâll embarrass you to be seen with me in it, more than me to be seen in it.â
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percyâs cheeks colour as october reassures him, leaning into the vampires palm as it comes up to gently pat his cheekâ raising his own hand to trap the otherâs there for a moment, nuzzling into it affectionately, pressing a soft kiss to the manâs rough palmâ heart fluttering in his chest as he swings their other hands between them, giggling as he releases him again to bounce a bit in place in excitementâ a bright grin lighting up his expression, eyes soft and adoring as he looks up at the much taller man. âitâs alright, itâs just temporary, right? besides, youâre helping a lot of vulnerable people right now, i would never fault you for that.â heâs more reassuring, than asking. âonce things get settled youâll definitely have more time for mâ everyone.âÂ
stop trying to hog him all for yourself. pathetic. he doesnât even like you enough to want to be your boyfriend, and youâre still convinced youâre special?
the thought comes and goes with a blink, the boy used to such intrusions at this pointâ his expression not wavering as he squeezes octoberâs hand.
itâs okay if he doesnât want to be my boyfriend. this is enough. he reassures himself calmly, cheeks colouring slightly. october being here next to him, holding his hand and kissing himâ and the manâs steady weight when the two are laying spooning in either of their beds, or laying on the couch with his face in percyâs curls or lips feathering over the column of his throatâ they were enough for him. he was content, happyâ even if he felt moments of insecurity, he could ignore the small ache in his chest whenever he got too into his head about what his relationship was with october because the man still made time for himâ still treated him in a way that percy dared to consider special, even if october was satisfying himself elsewhere once he left percyâs apartment. the latter stung deep down, but percy refused to acknowledge it.
weâre not together, he doesnât owe me anything.Â
at the sudden question he giggles, shaking his headâ swinging their arms again in thought. âno, i think then they would both have oddly long legs.â the compliment catches him off guard and he sputters a bit in embarrassment, his cheeks warming to a deep red as he ducks his head a little. ât-thank you,â he moves a little closer to the man, hugging the otherâs arm to his chest as he mentions talking a walk and grabbing something to eat for him before they get thereâ his eyes lighting up in excitement, nodding quickly. âcan we really? i would love that.âÂ
he rocks on the balls of his feet, âiâm really excited! i havenât been there in such a long time. i think itâs been almost two decades now, i vaguely remember a field trip when i was in elementary.â he notices when the man bends again, leaning up on his tiptoes to meet him as best he canâ eyes fluttering shut into the kiss as he returns it, octoberâs stubble tickling his face and making him giggle against the manâs lips before he pulls back againâ snorting softly at the mention of his change of attire. âi think you look handsome in anything,â he says it without hesitation, even as he flushes in embarrassment. âthe black trench coat looks really good on you, though. i think itâs my favorite addition.â that and the gloves, though heâs not sure why those are at the top of the list.Â
âi would love to make a day of it, itâs been a while since we both had the time.â he giggles, leaning into him slightly. âand yes, yesâ we kind of have to take the jeep, youâd break my vespa.â heâs teasing, if him sticking out his tongue is any indicationâ thought being called âpretty boyâ visibly flusters him, the hybrid letting out a choked whine at its useâ turning red all the way up to his ears, and hiding his face as a hand comes up to cover it. ây-yes, i just need my backpack from by the d-door.â he sputters, letting go of octoberâs hand for the moment to hurry over to the hook next to the door to grab thatâ checking inside it briefly to make sure he had his wallet and anything he might need inside. once heâs sure he turns towards october again. âi donât think heâs opening the doors himself, though that would be impressive for such a tiny man. iâm pretty sure heâs sneaking out when iâm not paying attention when i come home. sure enough, jonquil has perked upâ realizing that percy would be leaving shortly. he lets out a quick meow and stretches, trotting over to the door and looking up at percy expectantly.
âno, you little goblin.â percy teases, bending down to scoop his cat up into his armsâ giggling when jonquil immediately starts vibrating as hard as he can, the sound easily audibleâ even for someone without heightened senses. he puts jonquil up into his cat tower next to the window, and the feline seems to huff before flopping overâ curling up to take an afternoon nap as percy shrugs on his backpack, the boy leaning to press a soft kiss to the orange catâs forehead once heâs grabbed his keys. âi love you, jonquil. iâll be home later, okay? be good, iâll talk to lucas about helping me install a cat door so you can show my customers your wares without getting stuck where your blanky isnât.â
percy turns to october, making a grabby hand motion at himâ grinning in excitement, realizing that the two would likely be able to spend the entire day together for onceâ heart fluttering in his chest at the thought. âokay! iâm ready!â
October doesnât miss the correction. Heâs not so dense he doesnât realize that Percy values his company, misses him when heâs gone. But thereâs a constant reminder within him that heâs cruel, something that takes life and works with death where Percy gives life to flowers and brightens rooms he enters- October demands attention, sure, a presence even if he wasnât nearly seven feet tall, but he demands awe, respect- he is something towering and dangerous, he is celebrity and confidence held in firm muscle and odd, sharp eyes. People are drawn to and recoil from him in equal measure. He wonders sometimes if itâs worth being both in equal measure- because he thinks so terribly highly of Percy, and there is no fear in Percyâs presence. The hybrid is kind, seeking the good in all those he meets. October wonders for a moment how he became so jaded, waking up all those years ago with no trust in his unbeating heart and a pain in his neck. He wonders if itâs that very presence that may hinder Percyâs own. Heâs just selfish enough to ignore that, if the younger man wants him to stay around.
Heâs unaware of the turmoil in Percyâs mind, just as Percy is unaware of the storm swirling in his. How many times had he stopped just short of saying something? He smiles at the absent squeeze of his fingers, the laughing declaration that if Jonquil and the dogs met in the middle, theyâd likely just both be strange and long. âAre you sure? I mean, their legs arenât that long. I feel like Jonquil and Loaf need a support group.â Calemâs corgi had already made himself well acquainted with Percy on multiple occasions, the head vampires regularly taking their pets to the park for a meeting that could be held in public- with the hybrid present, of course. âLittle Leg Guys Support Group or something. They can discuss the quality of life of being like, two inches off the ground. Or, I mean, Loaf could just bark at him. Thatâs more likely.â He grins, nods when Percy presses closer, hugs his arm tight. Thereâs warmth, the soft fft ftt ftt of Percyâs heartbeat in his ears, things that heâs come to focus on without realizing it.
âWell I gotta keep ya well fed, donât I? Itâs not like you can just tap any random joe or jane on the shoulder and snag a bite to eat like I can. Iâm glad to take you for lunch. Your choice.â He insists. âI ask only we pick a place I can get a coffee or a soda from, so I donât spend the whole meal just watching you eat like a weirdo.â He chases away his doubt, long enough to embrace the things he does know. Even if Percy doesnât want him the way Octoberâs heart burns at him to be wanted, theyâre friends, and the little hybridâs friendship is something he wonât take for granted. Heâd seen October at his worst, lost to memories and terrified, palms itching with phantom scabs from the time heâd spent with split skin there. Heâd not looked at him differently, given him the space he needed to get his head right.
Healing wasnât immediate, or linear, but the vampire could trust himself more now- the fear he might hurt somebody he loved far away and fleeting- the harassment of the fae he knew now was called Jack now resolutely turned on the city at large instead of him alone. It was reprieve, something he needed to get better- and he had never been good at telling himself no, possessive and selfish even at his best- he wasnât going to stay away from Percy for long. He was just thankful that the state he returned to him in was a better one, somebody who was capable of caring for him in the depression that had followed the crystals closing in around Faerune.
Percy chatters on about how excited he is to go to the museum a moment later, then declares that he thinks October is handsome no matter how he chooses to dress, the vampireâs features splitting into a grin. âAh, sugar, ya flatter me.â He teases, humming as the boy giggles into his lips, straightening carefully. âIâll admit, sometimes I miss the punk getup, but itâs safer for all of us if I donât go advertising how I feel about the government anymore.â He reasons. âIs that so? Maybe I shoulda worn the black one instead of the red then. Coulda really leaned into the tall, dark and mysterious thing Iâve got going.â
His heart speeds up noticeably, flustered at a âpretty boyâ cooed past dropped fangs- he knows itâs excitement, not fear. âWell, Iâm excited for you to show me around, because Iâve never been, not once in the 52 years Iâve lived here, actually.â He admits, waiting for Percy to gather his bag and making certain his keys and wallet are still where he left them in his pockets. âAnd Iâm sure I wouldnât break the vespa. Iâd unbalance it terribly though. Completely off-kilter.â he laughs, shaking his head as Percy snags Jonquil before his next jailbreak attempt, ensuring the cat remains in the apartment as he declares heâs ready, October leading the way out of the apartment and down the stairs into the shop, waving his goodbyes to the staff member behind the counter and unlocking the jeep parked out front, the bright orange vehicle had been a purchase out of necessity, needing to transport the dogs, but it had more than proved its worth in the time since Founderâs Day, allowing him to transport far more than just a backpack and a motorcycle allowed. He takes a moment to slide up into the driverâs seat, waiting for the younger man to join him as he procures a cigarette from his case and lights the end, taking a long drag and putting the windows down.
âSeatbelt on, if we crash the one guy going through the window like a crash test dummy is gonna be him.â he insists, motioning to the ghostface bobblehead stuck down to the dash, reaching one ring-clad hand to bop it, sending the head wobbling as he pulled out onto the road proper once heâs sure Percyâs safely belted in. He smokes absently, exhaling and ashing out the window as he drives. âSo, where are we thinking for lunch, sugar? I mean I already know what Iâm getting, but I can put down a coffee most anywhere.â Itâs more than clear by now, he knows, that heâd go where Percy leads, willing to follow him to the ends of the earth, though if itâs loyalty or obsession, he still canât quite tell. He knows only what his heart is willing to say- that it hurts to be in his presence the way it hurts to be around the clan, around his kids- but in a way that burns more cruelly than he thinks heâll ever be able to get used to.
He wonders if heâs simply doomed to the ache, the fire in his veins- Because heâs not a man known for his self preservation, and he wants to remain here. He releases one hand from the wheel, placing it in the center console of the Jeep for Percy to hold, should he want to.
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The only girl who ever gave me the time
Was the one who only wanted
five minutes of mine
Knocking boots in the back
How degrading is that? I decline.
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âGood gods,â Julian threw his head back and stared at the ceiling for a moment, âI miss it so much. Like I donât know how to explain how much I want a normal bar fight. Little werewolf domestic violence instead of feeling like Big Brother is watching me all the fuckinâ time.â Shaking his head before he continued, âI mean donât get me wrong. All of them are hot. And most of them could definitely get it. However, Iâm lowly white trash and they ainât wandering into this bar so I would like to be so far removed frmo their bullshit I donât even know their names.â With a devious smile he pour another drink for October and set it in front of him, âAnd thatâs exactly why thatâs on me. I would sell tickets and take bets. We could profit off a Chad and I think thatâs beautiful.âÂ
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âAh, big brother was always watching us, Julian, the difference is that this big brother doesnât know how to work a fucking cell phone and probably used magic mirrors for their long distance calls for the past several centuries. Different kind of surveillance- the council wasnât squeaky clean, but at the very least they kept the peace between species and were incompetent enough I could give them a pass to worry about werewolf Jersey Shore instead of Keeping Up with the Fuckinâ Lulens.â Heâd prefer a change of the channel, really. Constantly looking over his shoulder was getting insufferable, and it had only gotten worse with the creation of the Rex Vespidae. âEven if I was still in the game of whoring around, Iâd like to pretend I know better than to fuck a nepotism baby. Maybe.â He shrugs, grinning and taking the drink settled in front of him, taking a long swallow and drumming ringed fingers against the glass.
âWell, far be it from me to turn down a free drink, I donât see a lot of them in Faerune, I blame the fact the band and I are mortal realm famous.â He laments playfully. âThough Iâd say itâs best to specify what youâre charging for the tickets- had a guy try to trade me a weird feywild critter he caught for a new bridle for his horse a couple months back, Iâve already got puppies Iâm trying to get rid of, I donât think coming into the possession of a... glow in the dark squirrel or a snake with hair is the move for me- probably best to trade tickets to the brawl for material goods and not something that might give you Magic-Rabies.â
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Atlas groaned, shaking his head. âIâm not starving myself, October. I know better than that. But Iâm also not going to take the risk that I murder someone when I canât be watched 24/7.â He paused, reaching his hand up again to chew on his thumbnail. âI remember every single one - the sixteen year old was the worst. I ripped her throat out completely. Once I start, I canât stop. Itâs like I have no control over myself anymore, like Iâve been replaced with someone else - someone who doesnât care who lives or dies. Edgarâs seen it once. You almost tripped it once.âÂ
He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. âI donât - like being that person, October. The one with no regard for the living, who delights in death. Aut would tell you itâs not me.â Heâd had long conversations with Autumn over his own feeding. Heâd been drinking more animal blood, even if he hated the smell and the taste - he certainly wasnât starving himself. He knew his own limits well enough now that he could judge his own hunger. Heâd never gone off the rails - not since before heâd come to Faerune.Â
âSo what would you suggest? Are you gonna babysit me every feed until Iâm good? I know where my limits are when it comes to my hunger. What are you going to do if I do go too far? Or after, when I panic because I realize what Iâve done and didnât stop?âÂ
âAnd Iâm telling you that relying on the black market is a bandage on a wound thatâs started to fester. Iâm not telling you to give it up, Iâm just saying that being reliant on it- while simultaneously being afraid of letting yourself feed isnât conducive to you coming into your own as a vampire.â Octoberâs own fledglings were taught how to hunt and feed safely- in small amounts, only enough to sustain, to stave off hunger. October himself had fallen victim to the cycle that Atlas knew all too well- the guilt, the knowledge that he could kill, allowed to go unchecked. It was perhaps why he was so worried about this now.Â
âMost of us have a guilt tied to the bloodlust, Atlas, not many of us asked to be vampires. Not that I remember how I turned.â He remembers some part of it, sinking his own teeth into the guy whoâd seen fit to bite him. Fleeting awareness of coming to in an alley... somewhere. Italy? Heâs Italian, right? He speaks it, fluently. He doesnât have the time or mental fortitude to worry about that, shakes it off. âPoint Iâm getting at is that itâs now the beast weâve become, and with curfew in place I have concerns that you- and the other younger vampires in the clan, may get into trouble. Go too long without feeding properly, and you may sink your teeth into a courtier. I canât have that for the clan, and Iâd much rather none of you get sent to... well, thatâs surely a dungeon trip, isnât it?â
Atlas questions what he suggests he do- implies simultaneously that he needs a babysitter and doesnât want one. âIâm already teaching mine and Calemâs fledglings to hunt properly and feed safely, what are you, if not a bigger, meatheaded baby vampire? The bloodlust comes with our species. Itâs not us- but if youâre afraid of it, Atlas, youâll only let it win when it surfaces. Itâs not your enemy, either. You didnât have the training of your sire, itâs why youâre in the state youâre in, itâs my duty as head to ensure all of those under me are looked after. Not that I donât trust fainting couch- but heâs no hunter. And if he slips up and bites somebody heâs just as dangerous as you. Befriend the thing you become and acknowledge it as part of you now. Donât lock it up completely. That makes you a timebomb.â
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Oooo Big fancy head vampire Calem NoLastName oooo! Rex Vespidae meetings go on too long and I get bored, sue me.
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