Log; Ongoing
When; July 26th
Rating; PG? Just to be safe? >.>
Characters; Walter Dornez
dark_butler and Tony Foster
darkest0knight
Summary; Tony and Walter have a contest of wills.
Log;
It wasn't until he'd stepped out onto the street, sneakers pointed towards his meeting with Walter, that Tony realized he had probably made a mistake in agreeing to the contest. He remembered the Shadowlord's possession of him, and the way Henry's simple, snarled declaration of ownership tore him free of it, as if his body recognized and accepted the call of its master. He remembered the Notice-Me-Not spell and how it only took his name on Henry's lips to reveal him, expose him fully to the vampire's sight.
Maybe things worked differently for vampires from other worlds, but Tony hadn't had much success at resisting demons (unless you considered Leah, which really didn't count because she was only a handmaiden to a sex demon and she had girly bits he definitely wasn't interested in).
But he wasn't going to take back the agreement. Walter had looked relaxed and amused when he made it, and after putting his foot in it by bringing up ghosts of the other man's past, Tony figured the least he could do was try to cheer him up.
'Besides which,' he thought, 'I might stand a chance.'
Afterall, Walter did not have the added bond of actually feeding off his blood like Henry did. And his focus had been a lot better lately.
Spotting the older man up ahead, Tony shoved aside his nervousness and concentrated on giving a cocky grin. What Walter had said was true: no point going into a fight when you don't think you're going to win.
"Hey," he said, raising a hand in greeting. "Ready to lose?"
Rating; PG? Just to be safe? >.>
Characters; Walter Dornez
dark_butler and Tony Foster
darkest0knight
Summary; Tony and Walter have a contest of wills.
Log;
It wasn't until he'd stepped out onto the street, sneakers pointed towards his meeting with Walter, that Tony realized he had probably made a mistake in agreeing to the contest. He remembered the Shadowlord's possession of him, and the way Henry's simple, snarled declaration of ownership tore him free of it, as if his body recognized and accepted the call of its master. He remembered the Notice-Me-Not spell and how it only took his name on Henry's lips to reveal him, expose him fully to the vampire's sight.
Maybe things worked differently for vampires from other worlds, but Tony hadn't had much success at resisting demons (unless you considered Leah, which really didn't count because she was only a handmaiden to a sex demon and she had girly bits he definitely wasn't interested in).
But he wasn't going to take back the agreement. Walter had looked relaxed and amused when he made it, and after putting his foot in it by bringing up ghosts of the other man's past, Tony figured the least he could do was try to cheer him up.
'Besides which,' he thought, 'I might stand a chance.'
Afterall, Walter did not have the added bond of actually feeding off his blood like Henry did. And his focus had been a lot better lately.
Spotting the older man up ahead, Tony shoved aside his nervousness and concentrated on giving a cocky grin. What Walter had said was true: no point going into a fight when you don't think you're going to win.
"Hey," he said, raising a hand in greeting. "Ready to lose?"