Every time Devin opened his mouth, Zander shot him the look, the dead-eyed, wordless stare that made it abundantly clear that Devin was begging to get beaten later. The only reason the ghoul was getting away with mouthing off now was because Zander wouldn’t dare be that violent in front of Lacroix; that would scare the mage away, and he just couldn’t have that. Buttering up Lacroix was key in keeping his relationship with the Styles’ sound, and he made a quick effort to dismiss Lacroix’s worries as soon as they were spoken.
“Don’t be silly,” Zander replied, shoving his video game controller toward Lacroix, inviting him to take a turn. “No one ever plays with me around here. Isn’t that right, Devin?”
It was a rhetorical question, and it took an exceptional amount of effort to hide the genuine aggravation from his voice. Just why did Devin have to be such a pain all the time! Ugh, if any of his sire’s ghouls acted like this, they’d have their limbs ripped off, or worse. Devin should have felt grateful that Zander wanted to keep up
( ... )
Nice? Zander had been the picture of niceness during their last little rendezvous. He’d given Lacroix multiple opportunities to leave, he’d left his bedroom door wide open to give Lacroix an easy escape route, and Zander hadn’t taken advantage of him in his weakened state, even though he could have. He practically deserved a medal for his good behavior.
“You think this is manhandling?” Zander asked, amused - in his mind, he’d barely touched Lacroix. Rubbing his shoulders and caressing his hair were the mildest actions imaginable. “I could show you manhandling if you asked real polite
( ... )
"Admittedly I don't have a lot of reference for that, no." Lacroix admitted, not that he really wanted to weigh his lack of social life and existence as a recluse and air it out even more so for the world, and people he knew, to scrutinize it. "I'm guessing that word is a little less friendly with ah...undead people. Or..whatever."
Well, it was always a good indication he was in over his head in a conversation when he was awkwardly stumbling over words and trying not to be too obvious about it. Which always failed, he was about as subtle as a car crash in most everything he attempted.
"I thought that already counted," he argued with a weak laugh, then blinked when Zander's hands settled back to his skin. "..okay, that sounds wrong. Thanks. I needed that right now
( ... )
Questionable morals… that sounded about right to Zander. But who needed morals anyway? People who were stuffy and boring and innocent clung to them, and Zander was none of those.
“You’ll forget all that stress when I’m done with you,” came his little whispered promise. Well, at least for a while that stress would be forgotten -- and maybe that’s what kept Lacroix coming back here, knowing Zander could put him in a thoughtless state, even for just a few moments. He couldn’t fix all of Lacroix’s problems, no, but he could certainly make them all go away for the rest of the night.
Lacroix hadn’t exactly said ‘go ahead and bite me,’ but his shift to settle back against Zander made him seem agreeable enough to the idea. Zander curled an arm around the front of Lacroix’s shoulders, not to force him to stay close, but just to hold him steady should the mage choose to remain near. If Lacroix panicked and wanted out last minute, Zander wouldn’t make any move to stop that
( ... )
“Don’t be silly,” Zander replied, shoving his video game controller toward Lacroix, inviting him to take a turn. “No one ever plays with me around here. Isn’t that right, Devin?”
It was a rhetorical question, and it took an exceptional amount of effort to hide the genuine aggravation from his voice. Just why did Devin have to be such a pain all the time! Ugh, if any of his sire’s ghouls acted like this, they’d have their limbs ripped off, or worse. Devin should have felt grateful that Zander wanted to keep up ( ... )
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“You think this is manhandling?” Zander asked, amused - in his mind, he’d barely touched Lacroix. Rubbing his shoulders and caressing his hair were the mildest actions imaginable. “I could show you manhandling if you asked real polite ( ... )
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Well, it was always a good indication he was in over his head in a conversation when he was awkwardly stumbling over words and trying not to be too obvious about it.
Which always failed, he was about as subtle as a car crash in most everything he attempted.
"I thought that already counted," he argued with a weak laugh, then blinked when Zander's hands settled back to his skin. "..okay, that sounds wrong. Thanks. I needed that right now ( ... )
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“You’ll forget all that stress when I’m done with you,” came his little whispered promise. Well, at least for a while that stress would be forgotten -- and maybe that’s what kept Lacroix coming back here, knowing Zander could put him in a thoughtless state, even for just a few moments. He couldn’t fix all of Lacroix’s problems, no, but he could certainly make them all go away for the rest of the night.
Lacroix hadn’t exactly said ‘go ahead and bite me,’ but his shift to settle back against Zander made him seem agreeable enough to the idea. Zander curled an arm around the front of Lacroix’s shoulders, not to force him to stay close, but just to hold him steady should the mage choose to remain near. If Lacroix panicked and wanted out last minute, Zander wouldn’t make any move to stop that ( ... )
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