Characters: Thomas and Sam
Time: January 23rd - sometime
Location: The Redhead Piano Bar
Content: Looking for love in all the wrong places. Or something.
Format: Prose.
Warnings: Hungry vampire, amnesiac demonic vessel. What could go wrong, I ask you.
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...but the pearls ain't free )
He found himself standing outside the Redhead Piano Bar, hands shoved in his pockets for a few moments before he pushed the door inward and stepped inside. Something was tickling at the back of his head and he looked around, finally noting someone sitting in one of the booths, reading. He thought about it for a moment, then headed that direction. Just in case one of the actual people in town. "Hey."
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Finishing the sentence he'd been on, Thomas closed the book and looked up, an easy smirk pulling instinctively at the corners of his mouth. He could feel it now, the light in the darkness compared to the empty shells that shuffled through the bar, and his demon stirred deep within him, empty and wanting. He recognized Sam easily, the amnesiac whom he'd nearly run over. The one with the brother, and something that his Hunger slid off like glass. "Hey," he drawled back, eyes the colour of tarnished silver flickering over Sam. "You look healthy and in one piece."
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He let his own gaze flicker over Thomas in return, raising an eyebrow. "You look like you've been through the mill a few times." Which was a impolite way to put it, but it was true. "You want company?"
That he had no idea what he was offering was obvious. And yet.
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A mote of bright silver caught in Thomas' eye at Sam's unthinking question, and his demon rose to answer quicker than Thomas could bury the darkness. "Only if you're offering," came the answer in a voice like molten honey, warm and seductive. He gestured to the other side of the booth. "Want a drink?"
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The monster, though, explained why Thomas looked like crap, though.
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He ordered two beers, then gave a sighing laugh at Sam's question. "Two and a half weeks of waking up in the same place every morning, no matter where I'd ended up the night before," he confirmed. The subtle pull of the demon lingered in Thomas' voice, a testament to just how close to the surface it still was. "Hungover to boot. Talk about hell, waking up with a hangover every day without even getting the benefits the night before."
He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture artfully careless. "So what kind of reprieve were you lucky enough to get? Lifting the Mona Lisa?"
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"Sounds like fun," he said sarcastically at Thomas' explanation of the past two weeks and change. "Honestly, for our side, we were only gone about a handful of hours. Not even that long, really. Just long enough to find ourselves on a cliff, get trapped in a magic circle, lie to Percival and Bors, get saved by Galahad and see the Grail."
Okay, it seemed like a lot longer than it had been, probably.
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The beers came courtesy of a pretty young thing, sweet and lovely but too empty to be of any use, and Thomas slid one bottle over to Sam before picking up his own. "You remember the names of the knights besides Lancelot. Big on Arthurian mythology?"
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Unlike most everything else about his life.
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Not that the memory meant a whit to the demon riding shotgun, watching and eager. "Oh yeah? Seems like you're the only one who should be making that decision," he drawled, the smoke and velvet of the Hunger's touch sliding back into his voice. "Siblings are all well and good, but you never know when one wants to keep you blind for your own good."
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The demon had switched tactics, and it spoke as much to Thomas as it did to Sam. We gave our Justine peace. Gave her the clarity she wanted. We could give him the knowledge he craves, draw the desire from his flesh and the memories will follow. It was an excuse, of course, and a flimsy one, but it still wormed its way into Thomas' mind and made his willpower falter. It was enough.
He set the beer bottle down, long pale fingers running along the bottleneck in a completely not innocent idle gesture. He sounded distracted, as if thinking to himself, but that seductive pull was present in every word, the Hunger rising and settling over him like a second skin of easy sensuality. "If it's all just locked up, there's got to be a way of picking that lock, don't you think?"
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Though there was another part of him that wanted to. Wanted to so badly.
"Maybe so," he agreed after a moment of though, meeting Thomas' eyes willingly. "And while I'll admit you have power, Thomas, I'm not sure you have the power to do that."
But what power Thomas did have...he knew he'd enjoy. Damn it.
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