Sassy in waiting (2022-24)

   He'd simply left it where she'd find it with a small note beside it.  The painting probably still smelt like poor Lindsey if you had a nose for such things. The note however said.... Dear gorgeous nightmare, You make the most beautiful art I've ever done and deserve to have the first piece I did of you. From. A secret admirer Maze smelled the painting before she saw it, sitting right there in the hallway with the hatch that led down to the dungeon. She smiled to herself. Now here, at last, was an admirer who might be worthy of her attention. "It's good," she said aloud. She picked it up, cradling it lightly, and carried it in the other direction, towards the elevator that led to her floor. Best to get it somewhere safe before the vampires who had taken to frequenting Lux found it. "Wonder who made it?" she murmured to herself as she was coming back out. He hadn't stayed close enough to be spotted or for her or even his buddies to know the real...

    Warning for EXTREMELY sensitive content. The audience is  intended  to feel uncomfortable about this; this kind of shit  does  happen in real life because runaways get brainwashed into acting that way. She  is  eighteen; I would have been too uncomfortable to write her as a minor, but consent is still dubious at best. Sebastian slowly cruised down the street in one of his favorite classic cars, a Cadillac de Ville. His blue-faced Rolex gleamed in the streetlights. For anyone else, it would have been risky flashing such obvious [money tells], but Sebastian had very little to fear from his recklessness. In fact, he’d chosen this part of town on purpose. It wasn’t long before what he was looking for found him. A young woman, half-starved and all legs, approached his car, stumbling slightly on her too-high heels. He smiled at her invitingly. “Tell me your price for a week and I’ll double it,” he said. Her eyes widened and she looked nervously over...

  A loud knock suddenly came through the thick metal once he was sure he'd heard Faustus beginning to stir. Quite a nasty blow to the head he'd gotten from that baseball bat earlier. Complementary a certain faithful Disciple who probably packed the worst punch next to Landon. "Wakey wakey beautiful!" The muffled voice drifted out loudly to even more so get the male's attention from where Nash stood just outside the massive sculpture they kept in the back of the warehouse.   Faustus stifled a wail of pain. Not only did his head hurt from being hit, but he was thirsty as all hell. How long had he been here? He'd had a restless night and had just begun to drift off to sleep when he heard the knock. "What do you WANT?" he demanded.   Eyes closing as a smirk crossed Nash's face at the sound he could hear primarily he let out a snicker. One ear close to the small hatch in the side of the metal door he could hear what the other was saying but what the o...

   I’m accustomed to being mistaken for gay, but this time I think Nathaniel may have had a point. I’m attracted enough to women. I have no problem sleeping with them. But I don’t think I’d want a long-term relationship with one. It’s not   just   because I’ve loved Duckie my whole life. Yes, I’d do anything for him. I’m basically his Paula. But now that he’s unavailable, I’ve noticed I’m drawn to other men, strong and powerful, who can soothe me and take care of me. I’ve found I don’t really care for the club scene. I look like a twink, so I can flirt with pretty much anyone and get away with it, but I noticed I get too attached after one-night stands. I don’t know what to make of Lucifer and Xander. Luci’s been stalking me since I was 17. I’m flattered, but I’m not sure what he sees in me. He’s attracted to pretty blondes, but he’s a nightclub owner; he’s surrounded by them. He’s been unfailingly kind to me, but maybe that’s part of a contract I don’t remember maki...

   As Sebastian began to drift off to sleep, his body rose and he hovered vertically a foot off the ground. Black feathered wings, with teal tips sharp as razors, burst from his back, shredding the pastel button-down shirt he had been wearing. His body slowly began to change as well, softening at the chest, dipping in at the waist, and rounding at the hip. The changes were slight and subtle, but easy to see for anyone familiar enough. Eyes snapped open, revealing inky pools with only hints of teal shimmering underneath, staring unblinkingly at the vampire, completely and unfathomably expressionless. A voice, soft and cold, with an eerie echo, sounded from Serena's lips: "Hi, Xandy." xoxo "You look confused," Serena said after a pause, in the same strange, echoing monotone. "There's been a sort of transdimensional paradox. That Sebastian really did die and lose his memory. If you want my opinion, it's for the best that he doesn't remember you. Ot...

 Faustus: I like my women like I like my coffee: Hot, sweet, and overflowing with cream. I like my men like I like my Pringles: Stacked in a small container and easily broken.   (Romain) I like my Pringles like I like my coffee: Out of my sight and out of my mind.   Faustus "But what about your women?"   (Romain) My what? No, those don't belong there.   Faustus "Really? I thought all kings had wives and concubines."   (Romain) No king I know has concubines, and few have wives. What is the point? Power is awarded by a predecessor or, more commonly, taken by force. Why should we wish to have wives meddling in our rule?   Faustus took this in, nodded, and said, "I like you. You speak sense. Come, let us enjoy a fine supper of goose and rhubarb pie!" He waved his hand and the feast appeared.   There was a lull in administration today. Wren could take care of what else that he needed. Romain decided to partake. "Very well. Thank you." He was not w...

   Poseidon: "My dad said someone bad killed my mother... it was you."   Sebastian: "Well, no... but I probably represented the guy who did."   Poseidon: "You look just like him..."   Sebastian: "I've been told I look like a lot of people. One of those faces, I guess. But for argument's same... anyone I may or may not have allegedly  ｋ ill ｅ d... let's just say there would have to be a damn good reason. I'm in the business of setting  ｋ ill ｅ r ｓ  free, not  ｋ ill ｉ n ｇ  them myself.   “Well she wasn’t a killer! She was my mother.” Poseidon stated disapprovingly. He really didn’t understand it all fully, probably due to his age yet but he did understand a few things. What this gun can do, what happened to her initially, and that he fit the description at least. At least in his head. “So then… why are you here?”   "I never said, nor implied, that she was a killer," Sebastian said coolly. "And I was in the neighborhood. Yo...