RL with Little Bro~
1919...He went by the name Stefan Wasserman these days, not that it was who he was, this was just a vessel for him to carve his own image. He was the man dressed in white--charming, cunning and oozing with a false sense of politeness. He was currently spreading his plague across Europe...actually he had one desire and that was to haunt the footsteps of Charles Constantine. Constantine was his chosen one, he wanted to force the man to kill…men killed it was natural…all men killed…except for the man in white…and Constantine who had his reserves. They were both the same essentially except Charles was a coward and Stefan was simply unable to kill…that didn’t mean he hadn’t tried. He wanted to, violence and death had been his path into the waking world and now it was an obsession. Or so he thought, now it was only his second obsession…the first was lying right next to him. This one was like him, more similar to him than Charles…so similar it was like shoving a mirror under his nose, certainly he understood. Yes, this young one who’d come to him from whereabouts unknown in the middle of the night with all of Stefan’s appearance but none of his biting cynicism, this Corinthian understood him better than anyone…or so he wanted to believe. It wasn’t something he would voice out loud. So he let the Corinthian into his rustic style hotel room somewhere in western Europe…he wasn’t interested where he simply followed Constantine. It was an interesting experience having a monster sleep in your bed with you, but a comfortable one now that he wasn’t the only one.