thejadedking

[thejadedking]

Repost and bold what your muse can do

swim / scubadive / read and write / do calligraphy / ride a bike / ride a unicycle / ride a motorcycle / drive / draw / sing / play an instrument / maintain a rhythm / converse in a language / converse in more than one language / converse in more than four languages / do basic maths / do algebra / understand structural formulas / read a floorplan / assemble ikea / build a working piece of furniture / build a house / sew a button / customise clothes / make clothes / bind a book / use a vacuum / clean windows without leaving streaks / boil water / make pasta / remove the pit of an avocado / cut bell peppers / cook / bake / basic first aid / cpr / close a bullet wound / fire a gun / load a gun / shuffle a deck of cards / shuffle a deck of cards one-handed / play or read tarot / use matches / use a lighter / make a fire without either / code / start a computer / hack / steal a car without keys / pick a lock / kick down a door / throw a punch / put an opponent smaller than them into a chokehold / put an opponent larger than them into a chokehold / intentionally break a bone / make a cast / chop down a tree / put up a tent / make a knot / create a shelter without tools or brought materials / make a cocktail / cut a line of cocaine / change a diaper / recite a nursery rhyme from memory / recite an important religious code from memory / recite the table of elements from memory / recite all pokemon in the pokemon song from memory / recite a 10-digit code 24 hours later after only reading hearing it once / tell a person’s zodiac sign / tell a person’s age / play football / play basketball / play another ball sport / iceskate / use an audio recording device / use a camera / tattoo / do a piercing

tagged by: @arcanescholxr, thank you! <33333 tagging: @heirofhermes, @anedendarkly, @fatummortem, @lady-llewellyn, @priwenshallprevail && everyone

#𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙚𝙨+

[thejadedking]

BTW, if your muse ever sleeps in the same bed as Galeb for whatever reason, he'll definitely end up wrapping his arms around them protectively and fall asleep listening to the sound of their heartbeat. ❤️

#𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣

[thejadedking]

Vampire Clan: Ventrue

The Clan of Kings, Blue Bloods, Patricians, Warlords, Ambitiones, Power Mongers, Monarchs

The Ventrue, a distinguished lineage of vampires, have always taken great pride in their heritage. Members of this clan devote themselves to upholding a reputation for honor, refined conduct, and leadership. They embrace a profound sense of noblesse oblige, sincerely believing that they possess the knowledge of what is best for all. Not only do they consider themselves the oldest vampire clan, but they also perceive their role as guardians of tradition and the rightful rulers of Kindred society.

Throughout their history, the Ventrue have predominantly embraced individuals from the ranks of nobility and privilege. Whether they were kings, merchant princes, knights, or warlords, these individuals strived to live by the principles of chivalry and duty. The Ventrue clan remains staunch supporters of the Camarilla and the Masquerade, viewing both institutions as the most reliable safeguards against the encroaching mortal masses and as a means to protect their own power.

Disciplines: Dominate, Fortitude, Presence

Bane - Rarified Tastes: When a Ventrue drinks blood from any mortal outside their preference, a profound exertion of will is required or the blood taken surges back up as scarlet vomit. Preferences can range greatly on individuals. Ventrue can sense if a mortal possesses the blood they need.

Organization Within a City

Within urban areas, the Ventrue establish a structured institution known as the Board. This council serves as an effective body for addressing Ventrue matters within the city, overseeing the clan's business ventures and political interests within a given domain. The Board is officially led by the Praetor, who presents issues to the rest of the council and presides over their meetings. Below the Praetors are the Aediles, who provide assistance to the council and the Praetor, much like supervisors support managers in a business setting. Serving their purpose, the Questors act as aides to more experienced or elder Ventrue members. Finally, at the bottom of the hierarchy, there are the common Ventrue, lacking a formal title or substantial experience within the clan. They are referred to as Eiren.

Culture

Ventrue culture places a strong emphasis on dignitas, which can be understood as "dignity" or "face" in modern terms. Ventrue leaders are well aware of the negative aspects of power. While they may engage in unsavory activities such as organized crime or corporate dealings, they are expected to maintain their dignity, grace, and honor, especially in public. Attacks on their reputation are taken seriously, including spreading rumors, claiming credit for others' work, or insulting a Ventrue without justification. Such actions can diminish their dignitas and result in severe punishment or discipline.

One defining tradition that sets the Ventrue apart from other clans is their Ethic Succor. Unlike other clans that provide support within their own ranks, the Ventrue adhere to a strict policy of aiding one another without exceptions or excuses when in need. This practice is seen as a key factor in the clan's enduring strength. Respecting other Ventrue involves refraining from encroaching on their territory, avoiding competition in their established holdings, and, most importantly, safeguarding their dignitas. It also means providing assistance to a fellow Ventrue, regardless of the inconvenience it may pose.

Having been shaped by millennia of noble upbringing, class, and culture, the Ventrue highly value gentility. Ventrue etiquette can be quite intricate, especially in Europe where ancient standards persist. Although things may be less formal in the New World, the comparison is still significant. Even in the most casual Old World cities, the atmosphere often appears rigid and excessively polite by modern standards. For the Ventrue, politeness serves important functions beyond traditional customs. It helps mitigate personal conflicts and ensures respect for the social structure. Kindred, by their nature, are prone to emotional outbursts and grudges. Considering the Ventrue's regard for their dignitas, maintaining a sophisticated, polite, and somewhat distant demeanor becomes not just a matter of manners but a matter of survival. The Ventrue, devoted to tradition and meticulous detail, have developed an extensive code of conduct covering various aspects of life, from appropriate attire for Board meetings to gift-giving during death-night celebrations, although they have never officially collected these guidelines in written form.

#𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #{ it's worth noting that despite being a Ventrue } #{ Galeb doesn't possess the same prideful nature as his clan } #{ or share their thirst for power }

[thejadedking]

Was it wrong to hope that Sebastian would stay true to his word? That he wouldn't one day follow in similar footsteps to the kindred and lose all energy to make even the slightest difference. Maybe the male would be different, he was alive, he wasn't trapped in a single moment for the rest of his days while his insides twisted and turned more and more with every passing century.

Galeb didn't have much hope when it came to most things, but maybe he could have hope for the mage.

Though there was one thing that quickly stood out to him, garnering an instant and sharp reaction. "Should anyone dare, I will tear out their throat." It was almost a surprise to himself how quickly and easily those words fell between his lips at the mere thought of someone seeking to harm the mage, or worse. It was a reaction spared only for those who would betray him or betray those he was loyal to. Though maybe Sebastian had been added to the latter category without the kindred even realising it.

If he did act on it, it would surely spur on a war, particularly if they realised what had stood in their way. No, he was too old and too weary for all the ins and outs of the politics behind it all. Not that he'd ever shared much interest in any form of politics to begin with.

What came first above all? His loyalty to the Camarilla or to someone he cared for?

"That depends." The Ventrue calmly uttered, settling back a little from the moment of tension that had coursed through him. "There are rules..." He'd said those same words before when faced with the possibility of change. "If we don't follow them, there will be chaos." Line for line it came out, repeating it over and over again as though it was programmed into him at this point. Yet for a moment, he dared to think for himself, his grip of Sebastian's knee tightening without noticing. "But yes..." He finally admitted, letting out a heavy and defeated sigh. "The same can be said of the Camarilla. I have seen... changes, but few and far between." The fact that he was no longer ordered to hunt thin bloods being the main one. "We are immortals... change doesn't come easy to us. If at all." The last few years had simply proven that. "We don't trust easily. Not even our own. To trust another? An enemy? At this stage, it seems impossible." Said the creature who was unwittingly the main reason that others had accepted the current Prince, Hazel Iversen, all because Galeb had approved and they respected and trusted his decision.

For all the things they had in common, they were fundamentally different. Galeb, being so old and tired, had already submitted to the way things were. Sebastián was still feisty, still rebellious and willing to change things. Would he eventually become so submissive to the status quo as well? The mage wondered... Perhaps, but until that happened, he would continue defying everything he thought obsolete and wrong.

There was an ever growing feeling of intimacy between them, strengthened by the honesty in which they were revealing their thoughts and perspectives. Sebastián didn't fail to notice how willingly Galeb received his caresses, and so he grew a little bolder, letting his hand roam over the other's arm too.

"I'm not a dumb optimist, I've thought about it too," he replied, his voice but a whisper as his eyes saddened a little bit. Of course he knew change wasn't easy, nothing in his life had ever been. He had been met with resistance and judgement far too often within the very Order of Hermes, but that did nothing but reaffirm his resolve.

"-- Right now The Order is more harmful than good... If it can't be changed, then most likely my efforts will destroy it. Or destroy me. I've made a few enemies within the most conservative of my peers and they're not above trying to kill me."

Not the happiest of thoughts, but his voice remained warm and gentle. He found it hard to let it ruin his mood when he felt so comfortable sitting there, close enough to Galeb that he could easily caress his chest over his shirt, right where his unbeating heart should be.

"But wouldn't it be nice to live in a world where our kinds aren't mortal enemies all the time? Aren't there things in the Camarilla you'd like to be different?"

#heirofhermes #𝙞𝙘 #𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙗𝙖𝙯𝙤𝙧𝙮 ( main identity ) #𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚: 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵

[thejadedking]

#𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩 #𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙 #𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯

[thejadedking]

𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸 : 𝐷𝑈𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐷 ⚔ homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

𝐶𝐿𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶 ⚔ list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams.

𝐷𝑅𝑈𝐼𝐷 ⚔ bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants.

𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅 ⚔ goose bumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most.

𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐾 ⚔ always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things.

𝑃𝐴𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁 ⚔ school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather.

𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅 ⚔ herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

𝑅𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸 ⚔ flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

𝑆𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑅 ⚔ infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾 ⚔ knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long.

𝑊𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷 ⚔ piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day.

TAGGED: @heirofhermes, thank you! <33333 TAGGING: everyone who has tried it yet.

#𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙚𝙨+ #{ did italics for when he was human xD }

[thejadedking]

"I am old, perrito... not decrepit." He felt the need to remind the werewolf with a roll of his cold eyes, somewhat disgruntled by the notion that he wouldn't notice someone following him.

"Mm. Very well." It wasn't an entirely unheard of sentiment to go and speak to this Elizabeth Sinclair, if anything it almost fell under the Traditions that Galeb was already accustomed to even if it wasn't strictly aligned with the Masquerade. In a way, he supposed the town had its very own Masquerade.

Though in that case he should have already presented himself to her before asking if he could remain there permanently. Not that been aware of the fact when he'd first arrived. "The girl?" It was important he knew as much as possible before he went. "Why?"

“... Depends on the chances that you’re not gonna be followed at some point.” He’s seen how that’s ended a few times before—not that he was doubting Galeb any. “Besides, I’m not the one you should talk to about that.” 

Right, because Elizabeth Sinclair probably wasn’t going to like eyes on her special little haven... Manny was already dreading how that meeting was bound to go. But if Galeb was sold on the idea, he was sure he could probably spin it into a good thing. Hopefully. 

“Th’ old bat actually lives at the end of the hall with her granddaughter. Might give you a run for your money about being old fashion.” There’s a pause, a faint flicker of a struggle of a thought. “... Don’t acknowledge the girl if y’ do.” 

#detectivewoof #𝙞𝙘 #𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙗𝙖𝙯𝙤𝙧𝙮 ( main identity ) #𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚: 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵

[thejadedking]

"That is the natural order." The response was almost automatic, just churning out the same viewpoint without much actual thought. It was how he'd trained himself to be, never questioning, never thinking, he'd quickly learned that his unlife, his role, was easier that way. Galeb was a loyal monster and he did as he was told without hesitation -- - and that's all.

Or so he liked to believe.

"We each have our place in this world... and we stick to it." Had he found his place? Was he meant to serve the Prince? Meant to stay in Boston when so many other elders had gone east? Maybe Galeb didn't believe in fate, but he did often find himself wondering what could have been. What if he hadn't been embraced? What if he hadn't abandoned the people he loved? Would he be the same man? The same monster? Or something different? Something -- - better?

The notion was enough to make the creature lean into Sebastian's touch once more as if it was something he needed rather than wanted. Anything to ease his mind.

"Mm. Blurry, indeed." The Ventrue mused, more than happy to have his mind taken elsewhere for a moment, finding himself lost in it as he looked back at the mage who had closed in even more, just gazing at him with a sense of companionship, of closeness, that he'd forgotten even existed.

For a moment, he remained silent, not because he wasn't listening, but perhaps because he was listening too intently, cold blue eyes beginning to shine with something other than judgment and seemingly eternal disapproval. For once, that very real sadness in the royal's heart was there, glimmering in the dim light. Slowly, he lifted his closest hand to Sebastian and reached out to his cheek, a sombre smile greeting him. "Wise words for a mortal." What's more, he could see that the mage truly believed them. "And if they refuse?" He couldn't help but ask out of genuine curiosity, his hand carefully lowering down to Bas's knee as if to let him down gently. "El cambio no es fácil, mago. As an immortal, I should know."

"Oh, it's perfectly fine. I don't expect you to share everything. I know we have sensitive information," he replied softly, not bothered at all by the secrecy. If anything, he was actually grateful for all the little bits Galeb was willingly sharing. Sebastián knew it was more than he was entitled to, after all.

"I firmly believe that all factions within the supernatural world have a lot of things in common; just a lot of prejudice keeping us from actually knowing one another," Bas added, taking mental notes on how Galeb seemed to relax under his touch. Of course, he made sure to continue caressing the vampire's back and nape with the same gentle motions.

"The Clan of Kings," he repeated, almost savoring the words in his mouth and smiling a little in amusement. The Ventrue, just like the Hermetics, seemed to be equally self obsessed. "Sounds fitting. There is a majestic air to you... And yeah, I mean that as a compliment. Or a flirt. The line is very blurry."

Mi pequeño mago valiente. Was Galeb aware of the things he was doing to Sebastián? Probably not, but in his intoxicated state, all the mage could do was look at the other with a hint of adoration in his eyes.

"I am an agent of change," he muttered simply, scooting even closer to Galeb now. If he ever had walls to begin with, they seemed to have disappeared. "The Order has to evolve. I will personally see to it... We've made progress, we've taken steps in the right direction. But it's not enough, and nobody seems to notice or do something about it. I guess... What I'm trying to say is that it's my responsibility not just to uphold the law but to make sure the law fits the 21st century, right?"

#heirofhermes #𝙞𝙘 #𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙗𝙖𝙯𝙤𝙧𝙮 ( main identity ) #𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚: 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵

[thejadedking]

“Loving me isn’t easy, I have sharp edges, I have missing parts.”

— Donte Collins

#𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

[thejadedking]

Independent fandomless priest / exorcist role-play blog. Takes influence from various movies, shows, games && audiobooks. OC, AU, multi-muse && crossover friendly.

#𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙤

[thejadedking]

#𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

[thejadedking]

David Giuntoli as Eddie Saville in A Million Little Things — James Griffiths

#𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞á𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩ú𝙖 #𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 -- - 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵

[thejadedking]

"I see..." The admission was enough to draw the vampire back a little, settling into the sofa as he stared off out the darkened window, thought taking him. "And if I were to stay in town? Permanently?" He pondered aloud, wondering if he'd even be welcome on a constant basis given his previous and lengthy ties and countless orders to take down those who disobeyed the rules or were simply seen as lesser beings.

It wasn't as though the Camarilla knew about Manny, Galeb wasn't known for telling everyone about his free time, or anything about himself, really, let alone who, if anyone, he spent it with. He certainly hadn't told a single soul that he both spent time with and liked a werewolf.

"... And you already got a plan for that." He had to give it a good think, brow creased. They'd come here almost immediately looking for them, Manny was sure of that much and the town wouldn't survive it. "I--don't think it is. The decision. I don't think I have one." Shit, this wasn't about to make any sense but then again it's not like he had ever spoken about this with anyone besides Elizabeth. And even then his concern was practically dismissed.

"I don't think I can leave. Like... literally. Like... I'm physically incapable without waking up back in the middle of my apartment three months later kind of incapable."

#detectivewoof #𝙞𝙘 #𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙗𝙖𝙯𝙤𝙧𝙮 ( main identity ) #𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚: 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵

[thejadedking]

"Indeed. Though you'll forgive me if I do not divulge all of our secrets to you at once." The dry comment fell out with ease, that same wicked smile lightly tweaking at one corner of his lips. While he was willing to admit some things, it was always best to keep a lot to himself, whether about himself or his kind. For now at least.

There were still things about himself and his abilities that he hadn't even told his own sire. No, it was best to keep some things to himself in case he needed an advantage at a later date. After all, the former prince had every reason to be cautious, he'd already experienced enough betrayal in his existence.

The fact that he was willing to say anything at all was already a testament to how much he trusted the mage. Even willingly sliding that bit closer as his shoulders relaxed at the other man's touch, not unlike a cat being petted.

"Mm. It seems we have more in common than I anticipated." Admittedly, it was somewhat fascinating to find any real similarities between them. Even more so given that Sebastian seemed to believe that his own Order's views and the rules it upheld were somewhat antiquated. Galeb may discreetly agree to a certain extent when it came to his own, but by now, he was simply too old and weary to even think about doing anything about it. It was easier to just do what he was told, if things did change, he would follow but be quite content to stay in the shadows.

Though he supposed his current circumstances may turn more than a few heads if it ever reached the Camarilla.

"The Ventrue are of a... similar nature. Though our sway runs throughout all of human history." If there was any major point in history, the Ventrue were undoubtedly a part of it. "We are known as the 'Clan of Kings'. Most of our members are of royal, if not, wealthy descent. Wealth that is earned, I might add... not given." Simply being handed down wealth wasn't enough to be a Ventrue, they had to work for it themselves. "I, like you, am something of a law enforcer myself. If not it's... final enforcer in most cases." Mainly meaning that if he is sent after someone it's more than likely to destroy them. "But tell me, mi pequeño mago valiente... would you, personally, see changes through for yourself? Or simply stand behind others and elevate them instead?"

He scoffed in amusement, almost rolling his eyes in endearment. He knew what people said about vampires, but he doubted Galeb's charm stemmed from the cursed blood that made him this way. Perhaps it was wishful thiking, which is why he didn't dwell on it too much. Time would tell, he figured.

Although, the ease in which they now teased each other was heart warming. It had the gentle smile as a permanent feature in the mage's lips as they talked.

"So every clan has a specific kind of curse, huh," he repeated, making himself comfortable and relaxing at the realization that Galeb welcomed his touch. He continued then, letting his fingers roam softly over the other's shoulders and upper back. "But I agree with you. If I drank blood... well, drinking from animals sounds awful, really."

His eyes locked on Galeb's as he spoke, knowing they were both breaking the rules by sharing sensitive information... And finding himself thrilled by every second.

"Mages aren't so different. We also have clans, sort of speak. We call them Traditions... And the difference between us is the way we approach magic. Some of them are more druid-like, some of them use technologgy, or communion with spirits, and so on."

Sebastián smiled, actually happy to be sharing this so freely. He pulled even closer as he spoke, letting his hand go as far as to gently caress Galeb's nape.

"The Order of Hermes, my Order, is one of the oldest organizations of magi. Think of us like the politicians and rule-makers for all of magical society. We're in charge of politics, diplomacy and law enforcement... Which makes us terribly conservative and stuck up, sadly... And as for my opinions, well, I think the Order's outdated and desperately needs to reinvent its ways. That's why I became a Quaesitor."

#heirofhermes #𝙞𝙘 #𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙗𝙖𝙯𝙤𝙧𝙮 ( main identity ) #𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚: 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵

[thejadedking]

My dad's officially out of the country. 🥳

#OOC:

[thejadedking]

"Hablo muchos idiomas, joven mago." The admission came with ease, more than a handful of languages at his behest, many of them stemming all the way back from his life and being taught by the best teachers in Constantinople, only adding more and more as his existence expanded into his unlife. It had only given him more reason to learn other languages until now his accent appeared predominantly American, though there were small hints of others dotted around in his words here and there. Or maybe it was his choice of words that gave him away more than his adopted accent.

"You forget, Sebastian, I am a vampire... charm is simply one of my talents. As is deceit." He half-teased right back, though for once, the Ventrue had no intention of deceiving the man, everything he'd gain, mainly knowledge and welcomed company, weren't being tricked out of the mage's hands, but genuine shared interest. Which was rather novel for the old undead creature.

When was the last time he'd genuinely enjoyed someone's company? Especially someone with a heartbeat.

Watching as Sebastian went to get himself some water, the kindred made himself comfortable on the couch once more, a leg loosely crossing over the other as those wintry eyes observed his return. Yet even as he sat, there was a moment where his gaze was the first thing that moved to the hand on his shoulder, before he found himself allowing it, welcoming it, and leaning into it.

"Mm. Not quite." He began to answer, momentarily pondering just how much he should divulge. There was a difference between what he wanted to speak of and what he should. Mainly in the eyes of the Masquerade. He'd already broken a number of rules to get where he was now, what was a few more? And why did it feel somewhat exhilarating? Surely he was too old to risk this dangerous game? "I am of the Ventrue clan and that... is our curse. We all have our own specific tastes. Anything else will not satisfy our hunger even when starving. Other clans are... not so particular. Some even consume the blood of animals." Though his opinion of that was made quite clear by the disgust that pinched at his lips. "Ugh. Revolting." He shuddered at the mere thought of it. Even if he could drink from an animal, he rather die than try. He may also care more about animals than he did about humans, though that was beside the point. "As for you... tell about about the Order. You must have your opinions?"

Galeb wouldn't be wrong in finding meaning in Sebastián's offer. After all, the mage had absolutely no interest in becoming a vampire; quite the contrary, really. But giving some of his blood for the other was merely a gift of kindness, a small gesture from him to someone he was coming to care for quite a lot.

What could he offer that was better than the comfort of not having to go out to hunt for the next meal?

He tilted his head to the side as Galeb invaded his personal space, more than ready for what was to come. But even when his companion didn't really take a bite, he found himself thrilled by the closeness alone. When was the last time someone made his heart skip a beat so easily? He couldn't even remember.

"¿Y encima de todo también hablas español?" he asked, his own smitten smile in response to Galeb's. "For someone who insists so much in not caring for you, you're doing a terrible job at not being utterly charming."

It was a tease, of course. If anything, to deflect the conversation from the obvious blush taking over his face after the kiss on his collarbone. He had liked that far more than he was willing to admit, even when drunk. But, having still some sense of self-awareness, he rushed to the kitchen to pour himself a big glass of water to help wearing off the booze.

When he went back to sit with Galeb on the couch, he made sure to sit closer than before. Close enough that his free hand could gently land on the vampire's shoulder, mindlessly caressing the clothed skin with his thumb as he spoke.

"So your kind has strict diets then? Not any blood would do... That's fascinating. The Order was completely wrong about that and-- Oh, shit. Sorry. I'm asking all the questions and not listening to your own. What would you like to learn about us, you beautiful man?"

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