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 Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 12:55 pm
|___ S E B A S T I A N ___| 
Welcome to Sebastian's Meruhen!
This is a journal for TheMadHatter, so please don't post without her permission unless dropping off a gift.
Journal Props and (c) to Anya, for spawning a trend. .: Stats :. Str: 2 End: 4 Int: 7 Eth: 2 Luc: 3 Chr: 4 PerStr: 3 [ Intuition + ] PerWk: 2 [ Un-skill : -Def ] .: Bond/Family Info :. -- .: Wakareme :.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 6:41 pm
Nickname: 'Bastian, Sebby, Seb
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Type: Slytherin
Species: ???
Position: Variable
Personality: Clever, Jaded
Ability: Curico/Imperio
Turn ons: Snakes, Controll
Turn offs: muggles (humans)
Looks: 6.5' with a willowy but muscular build. Light golden hair that feathers into his face. Slightly tanned skin and gray eyes. One ear pierced and glasses. No tattoos as of yet. Small white wings set just above his shoulders
Education: Schooled at the Academy for a time
Occupation: Potion Master (alchemist)
Marital status: Bonded to Aneliad
Family: Mother: Unknown
Father: Lab
Son: Kindle
Diction/accent: Strange accent which only slips when he dosn't catch it
Relationships: Bonded to Aneliad (though they havent figured out that is what it is yet)
Sexual history: Thigns he refuses to talk about, and now quite attached to Aneliad
Places: City (name unknown for now), Cottage outside the forest (his home) Forest (name also unknown)
Possessions: Emerald Green robes, glasses, massive amounts of potion bottles, large library of books, House outside the forest
Hobbies: Making new formulas, reading, collecting intredients
Obsessions: Himself, his work
Beliefs: Nothing is what it seems and everything can be used in some way for one gain
Politics: avoids at all costs
Ambitions: To know how to create everything
Religion: Unknown
Superstitions: Unknown
Fears: Floods (he cant swim)
Attitude: Cocky and skarky
Taste in books/music/etc: Potion books, healing scripts, anything that might help him make things
Foods: noodles
Handwriting: neat and crisp
Astrological sign:
Talents: can make anything if given the ingredients, and sometimes even without
Special: ~ working~
History: Mostly unknown. It is known that he was enrolled in the Academy before the War on Imperial. He refuses to speak about his past but it is hinted that something happened to him at the Academy which caused him to leave and left its mark on the man.
Current: Living with Aneliad and working in his shop.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 6:47 pm
 Note Left by Damion along with a little gift
Another little gift from Damion
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 6:48 pm
 - Anelied: Archer who happened into Sebastians shop. The two seem to have an affinity for bickering but for some strange reason they get along. Could this lead somewhere? Or is it just another dark path for Sebastian - Pengryf: More of an enemy than a friend, but known none the less. He is Anelied's brother and seems to have an affinity for Sebastian's arse. One to keep an eye on - Damion: Sebastian had a nice conversation with the wolf boy, which ended with them complaning at eachother can calling eachother rude and mean, They get along fine, really  - Angel seems to be a kindred soul in the love of potions. He is the first person to come into his store that actually seems to know what Seb's things do and good ways to use them.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 6:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 6:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 10:21 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 10:30 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 11:04 am
__// Mad Scientist I am starting to think the libary is a good idea.
The house is starting to close in on me, if that is possible. I have spent the last three days cooped up in here working on something that is capable of melting steel. Yes, an acid of sorts, only the chemical needs to be ONLY targeted at Steel. Why? Who the ******** knows, just felt like it.
I think i have it down, only problem is that it still slighlty reacts to wood. If i put it on the worktable it leaves a discolored mark. The mark can be scrubbed off with soap and water but it is still reacting and that bugs me.
Good thing is that so far wood is all that it seems to react too. So i should have it fixed in a day or so. It is wonderful at melting steel, i disolved that sword i found in the fields in under three minuets, though it was only a thin thing.
Once it is done.....GATES BEWARE.....and swords too. Damn, I have a feeling i will have every thief in the city all over me if word if this gets out. Would be a good thing for melting locks.
Crap didnt think of that.
Ok yes. Libary, or something. Just have to get out of this house before i go completely insane and i relaly do earn the title of a Mad Scientist.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2005 7:22 pm
___// Meeting of the Archer and the Alchemist Sebastian unlocked the door and slid into his shop, leaving the door unlocked but the little sign in the window flipped to closed. He didnt expect anyone this early and the only people who ever came in before he was open were the few suppliers he trusted.
He dropped his keys behind the counter and disapeared into the backroom.
The wee hours of dawn were upon him, weighing heavily upon his tired eyes but he wasn't quite ready to give up yet. There was more that needed to be done... Something that still needed saught out...
His chest heaved as he ran on through the wooded area, branches whipping against the black leather of his gloves. His bow banged against his back... He'd have to do something about that... Stealth and silence certainly weren't his current forte.
Making sure his usual things were where they were supose to be, though why they would not be he didnt feel like thinking about, he grabed a few bottles he noticed were missing from the shelves on his way in and headed back out for the front of the store.
"Damn, i hate restocking...." he would have hired help, but he didnt trust anyone else to not do something stupid with one of the potions or the ingredients.
He froze, cursing beneath his breath as, for a moment, he could have sworn that there was someone behind him. Within moments his bow was in hand, fiery arrow drawn and pointed towards the area of the noise. His nose wrinkled in disgust as a fluffy rabbit hopped out in front of him.
Worried over a rabbit? My my... Someone was feeling off.
The bow was returned to its place upon his back with great ease, fiery eyes flickering about before he continued on his trek... He still wasn't quite sure where his path would lead him... Only that they'd lead him somewhere that he was supposed to be.
Carefuly sticking a bundle of rosemary sprigs into a jar Sebastian brushed his bangs out of his face and survayed his shop. "That's better." He dusted off his hands and flipped the sign over.
"Now...why do i have feeling that i am going to feel like i should have stayed home today." Shaking his head he brushed his fingers over a shelf adn headed for the back of his shop again
He stopped just short of the city limits, closing his eyes for a moment as he 'felt' for whatever might be around him. He had to trust his senses... They'd lead him this far, hadn't they?
He didn't care much for cities. It was so easy to be ambushed there... Give him the free reign of the outdoors and a good perch from which to shoot from and he'd be fine. Cities? What use had he for them?
Aparantly the use was in being a burr in his backside. He huffed as he began to weave his way through sidestreets, keeping alert to all that may have been moving around him. He certainly didn't stand out... At least... Not too terribly. The color black seemed common enough; as did the red trim upon his gloves. His hair was only slightly mussed... And his figure seemed just fine... For something that was lacking in a definate gender.
"Yea and I hope it burns your fingers off!" He heard a voice shout a door as a very disgruntled man stormed out of a shop clutching onto a bag like his life was in it.
Inside Sebastian rolled his eyes and ducked into the back to grab another bottle of the chemicle the man had bought.
He ducked alongside the wall as said disgruntled guest brushed past him. His brow furrowed almost darkly as he contemplated the various ways that such people could be 'off'd. Couldn't they simply see the sunshine through the clouds and be somewhat positive?
Wasn't he proof that they couldn't be?
Slender fingers fiddled around in the pouch that he often wore belted to his middle in order to withdraw a dark cloak. It wasn't cold... Quite the opposite... He simply felt the need for further concealment as he ventured forth into the shop.
The cloak was fastened to his shoulders, hood pulled up over copper tresses... Only when he was certain that all was still did he slip into the shop to see what the fuss ws about.
Sebastian steped out of the back of the shop and around the counter, green fluffed robe swishing around him and headed for the shelf that the afformentioned bottel had been taken from. "If you are going to wear a cloak in my shop drop the hood. That way i know who to hunt down after you steal something." he had had one two many people wear cloaks in the shop to steal things to trust anyone in his shop with one on.
He snorted, greeting the response with an almost immediate roll of his eyes. When his voice came it was smooth if not a bit dark; borderline feminine if not definately masculine. "Stealing something would mean having some sort of need for the wares that you offer... I have gold if that's what you're worried about. Would you care to hold my purse as I browse?" The cocky sarcasm probably could've been done without... But it had always been a part of him so why stop now?
"Stealing only means that you know that you could sell it later for a profit, loose the hood or leave the shop." The bottle in his hand clinked down on the shelf and he turned toward the cloaked figure. There was a definiate snark under his tone, something that seemed to be there most of the time when he spoke
He shook his head slowly trying oh so hard to fight the urge to laugh. Something about the snarky blonde amused him... "There are many other things that I could sell that would fetch a fair amount of funds... My services, for one..." Oh the ways that could be taken. He had only meant it as one... His archery. A hired hand to aide in the defense of something... Or someone.
Of course, his words weren't always taken the way he intented them in his own mind.
"Not from around here are you? Hood, now." He knew his chemicals and potions fetched a good price in many place, espically since he had run into a few of the peopel who bought them from him then sold them later for jacked-up prices.
"And if I don't?" He raised an eyebrow as he tilted his gaze towards the blonde, shadowed face nearly able to be seen from beneath it's hiding place. He couldn't keep the smirk from playing over his lips... Or the fire from dancing through his eyes. Maybe this is why he was here... For a challenge.
"If you don't I will pick you up and throw you out of here." He raised a brow and resisted the urge to lean against the shelf. He knew it wouldent fall, but shifting it might knock something over.
"Where on earth would be the fun in that?" This time he gave in to the chuckle that seemed to warm his silky sounds that much more. Slender fingers from his right hand reached up to grab the hood, dragging it slowly down along the back of his head. Copper strands fell down quickly to frame his face, darkening his features almost as much as the hood had. "Better?"
"There wouldent be, but it works." He shruged and moved back behind his counter. His voice still held the snark as he grabed a jar and moved back out to put it on the shelves also.
He took the moments that the blonde spent with his back turned away to rearrange a few things; putting this bottle where that one may have belonged and fighting the urge to juggle a few of the smaller bottles. If his hood had raised hackles he could only imagine the reactions to his act. Instead, he wandered towards the jars of herbs, eyes flickering from label to label. Her reconized many of them... Probably more than he should of. Quite a few were good things to tip arrows with. Others were good for the relief of various ailments... But none gave him the answer that he was seeking... Yet.
Sebastian walked past his customer and cuffed him on the head as he moved over to the shelves that had been rearanged. He didnt fix anything instead he grabed one, and placed the bottle he had where it had been.
His reflexes were quick but, when his mind was addled and elsewhere, they obviously weren't quick enough. Crimson eyes darkened as a glare formed on the features of his face. "That wasn't necissary, boy." His voice seemed to carry a slight twinge of entertainment despite the sour expression that accompanied them.
He continued to watch the alchemist for a moment longer before turning his attention back towards the jars. He wasn't fully focused upon the contents this time... Merely waiting for the right moment...
"I am not a boy, and don't ******** with people's shops. It is rude." He straightned his glasses and retreated behind the counter. Who ever this was, they were getting on his nerves. Last time someone got on your nerves you threw something at them. he reminded himself with a slight chuckle.
"Not a boy? Does that mean you're a girl?" The fluff trimmed robes could have been some sort of hint but, if the shop keep truly was female, then he was the most masculine she that the archer had come across in quite some time.
A digit reach out to delicately trail along the words on one of the jars. Anise... Aren't you running low? He blinked back the nagging voice within his mind. Did it really matter at this moment?
"No..." He refrained from hissing. "Boy deligates that I am either young, or inferior. Neither of which I am." He droped himself onto a chair and grabed a few bottles that sat on the table beside his counter. A mortor was soon filled with various herbes and he started crushing them for what one could only guess was another mixture.
"Ah... But there is a good chance that you are younger than I." He nodded slowly as he continued down along the row of jarred herbs. Bay... Belladonna... Chickweed... Horrid stuff. No use at all. "How much for an ounce of anise?"
"Perhaps, still." He shruged and sifted the crushed herbs into a bottle. "Anise.....20."
"Twenty what?" His eyes narrowed once more as he stooped down to examine the jar. How long would he continued to dellude himself with the fact that this herb would aide him in his quest? Or any other herbs for that matter? "Nevermind... An ounce of it and half a pound of tea tree... You do know what that is, don't you?"
Reaching under his counter he pulled out a jar with a bright green lable saying 'tea tree' and waved it. "This? yes." He got up and walked over to grab the anise off the shelf infront of the man. "That all?"
"Unless you have anything else to offer me? Then aye... That will be all this time." He spoke smoothly, closing his eyes for a moment as if trying to catch hold of a fragmented thought that had long since escaped him.
"The shop is full of things; expically if, by the looks of it, you are an archer, that could be useful to you." He measured out an ounce of the anise and sealed it into a tiny jar before setting it atop the jar of tea tree. "Not that most of you care..." Most of his more, intresitng, concoctions went unnoticed by everyone.
He raised a brow wondering how on earth the boy would've guessed at anything like that. His bow was still concealed by the cloak... Perhaps it was the gauntlets. They tended to give things away rather easily. "Don't lump me into a mass of lunkheads that don't pay attention to detail." He huffed. "Anyone with eyes can see that this shop is filled with many things... But that was not my question, boy."
He peered at the customer over his glasses. "That is what you asked and if you call me boy one more time I am comming over this counter and wringing your neck." Not that he really though he could ring the neck of someone used to pulling bow strings. He couldn't wring the neck of a four year old, but it made him feel better to imagine doing it.
"Nay... I asked if you had anything to offer me. Not the other lunkheads that come wandering into your shop." He shook his head slowly as he reached for the jars in order to settle them gently into his pouch. "How much do I owe you... Boy?" The last bit was added on to test him... Let the shopkeep come for him. It just might prove to be... Entertaining.
"And I said I have much to offer. I just added a bit of information that you seem to have taken the wrong way." As he spoke one of his knives landed itself tip first into the counter a hairs width away from the mans wrist as he reached for the jars. "Stop calling me that."
Ruby orbs glistened as they remained fixed upon those of the shopkeep. The muscles in his body drew tense, fingers itching to draw his bow even if it would do him little to no good indoors. Instead, he responded with an almost wry grin. "Then what would you have me call you?"
He pulled the knife out of the counter and set it back on the table beside its companions. "Sebastian." He said shortly, the snark once again taking its place in his voice.
A curt, almost respectful, nod was given to the young man as he moved his hand from the counter. "Saeth... Aneliad Saeth." Grin was replaced by a bit of a smirk, head cocking to the side ever so slightly. "You still haven't given me your price, alchemist."
"Aneliad...." His slight accent made the name roll through his voice. "80 total...." He paused almost as if he regretted saying that price. "Yes, that should do it."
"Saeth..." He corrected, offering his last name rather than his first... Even if he did rather like how it sounded rolling off of the other man's tongue. Fingers slipped back into his pouch, fiddling with various bits of gold before coming up with enough platinum pieces to cover the charges.
"Mm.." He made a noncommiental reply. He perfered the other name, sounded better. Taking the money it disapeared into the sleeves of his robe and he looke dup grinning. "Then, if you have no other use for this alchmiest, I shall go back to mixing things." He had a bottle of what looked to be bright blue oil in his hand and had dropped a funnel into the bottle of powdered herbs.
He snorted to himself before shaking his head slowly, trying to dash from it the thoughts that had seeped into his mind. There were many things he could be doing rather than wasting his time sitting around in a shop with one of the most vexing alchemists... "I'm sure that you have other uses... Even if your alchemy isn't one of them."
"That I probably do." Silvery gray eyes glinted as he grinned. "But the most exploited would have to be the alchemy." He poured the blue liquid into the herbs and ignored it as it foamed and bubbled.
"Could it be?" He smirked, eyebrows lofting in his own amusement. "The alchemist does smile." He spoke almost as if he'd known Sebastian forever and yet this was the first time he'd ever seen the slightest trace of a grin. "Are there others that you would wish to have exploited?"
"Perhaps," The potion stoped fizzing and settled into a dull purple in color. He twisted a silver lid onto the bottle with long fingers. "Then again... Perhaps not."
"Then perhaps I should leave you to your thoughts, Sebastian..." He bowed once more as he stepped away from the counter before pulling his hood back up over flaming tresses. He had thoughts of his own... And quite a few things to tend to as well.
Sebastian muttered something about cloaks and hoods as he carefuly afixed a label to the bottle. Standing he went to put the bottle in a tall glass case and watched Saeth head for the door.
He turned back, eyebrow raised ever so slightly as a smirk teased over his lips. "What was that, Sebastian? Care to speak a bit louder? Just because my head is covered doesn't mean my hearing's addled."
Sebastian was bearly visable through the glass and bottles. "It must addle your hearing if you had to ask what i said." There was a distinct chuckel under the snark.
"Bah... You were muttering, boy. Speak up!" He huffed, arms crossing soundly over his chest. Laugh at him... Hmph.
"Im not muttering Old Man. I spoke very clearly." He moved away from the case and leaned against it, fluffy green fuzz resting against his cheek. "You must get getting to old to hear."
"Is that so?" He lowered the hood once more as he spun on his heel to fully face the other man, eyes gleaming with a spark of challenge. "I am listening now, alchemist... Speak your words."
"I dont repeat myself." He shruged indiferently. "Though it is good you have that hood, wouldn't want people mistaking you for something else."
"And who are you mistaking me for, alchemist?" He took a few steps forward, curve of his jaw taking on a more defined angle as he stopped, bangs feathering across his brow.
He lifted one hand and shruged. "Your girly enough for the work, so people could be mistaken." The tone in his voice left no doubt what he was talking about and held back laughter flickered in his eyes.
"Listen here, boy..." His lip curled into a sneer as the urge to defend his masculinity bubbled up within him. Of course, he would probably be better off just letting it slide... Probably... "I am more of a man than you will ever know."
He chuckled adn shook his head. "Right, yes sir, more of a man than I will ever know." He looked up at Aneliad again grinning, well more smirking.
His eyes flashed with a brilliant blaze of fury and, if it weren't for his need to prove himself he would have flounced away in an instant. Who was this foolsih fop to treat him as he was doing? Had he no idea who he was?
Of course not.
He shook his head once more, ruddy locks bouncing about his face as he did so. This boy wasn't worth another moment of his time... He knew better than this.
Sebastian laughed this time at the expressions that filtered across the archer's face. It was jsut too much. He loved being snarky and sarcastic like he loved breathing but there were just some days when it wsa too much and he laughed about it.
Leaning on the counter he clutched his side and finally managed to stop. He brushed his bangs out of his face but didn't look over at the other man.
He closed his eyes for a moment as he took a deep breath, searching for his 'inner focus' before turning towards the door. Responding to the laughter in any other way would get him nowhere... Nowhere at all...
Upon opening his eyes he turned towards the door, smooth strides carrying his body almost silently towards the exit. The alchemist could rot in his bloody shop. He'd gotten what he wanted anyways...
"...ahh the pretty ones are always amusing." the voice of the Alchemist floated after him as the man moved back toward the back room of his shop. If he was going to have a borring day dealing with balding men who wanted to kill their wives at least he had a good start to the day.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 7:32 pm
RP3 July ___// Like Minds Sebastian sat behind the counter at his dusty and slightly overcrowded shop. Thankfully it was not crowded with people, just shelves and bottles and jars and numerous things.
It had been an uneventful day and he was placing the last of some crushed things into a bottle that was sitting over a little burner. He hummed to himself as he watched the potion bubble and turn from a sickly green to a fresh clear color. .
"Wonderful, now I don�t have to worry." He grinned and let it simmer for a while longer.
Angel wasn't at all sure of the shop. It had come rather highly recommended to him. Apparently the proprietor was a potions genius of some sort. Which was great, except that Angel had been warned that the man in question was...rather finicky about who was actually allowed to purchase anything.
Not that Angel was too worried about that. Very few people ever turned him down and stuck to it. If he couldn't charm them, he could damn well pay them enough to quell any qualm they had. .
He yanked the potion off the burner and corked it before anymore of the blue smoke got out. Grinning he set it on a rack to cool and scooted the burner over to the table beside the counter. The last time he left it on the counter someone had decided touching it while it was still hot was a good idea.
Pulling out a bad he dumped a pile of plants onto the counter and started to sort them out. He hummed to himself as he worked, probably annoying anything in earshot, and set the plants into little bundles to be tied together later. .
Angel opened the door carefully and stepped in. Unlike the last shop he'd been in, there didn't seem to be any assistants around the place. At least, no one walked up and offered to take his fur or be of any assistance. He looked around, noticing the man behind the counter. Ah. Help.
"You there. Where's your boss hiding at? Tell him he's got a customer waiting." .
Sebastian looked up slowly, one eyebrow raised over his glasses, and grinned at the man. "Ok, so I will tell myself that I have a customer waiting to talk to me should I see fit to talk?" He asked as he snapped a band around a bundle of rosemary.
Setting the herb in a jar he leaned back and looked at the man before him waiting on an answer. .
"Ah, forgive me. I thought that surely as young a man as you would only be an apprentice or helper of sorts here. That you're this young, _and_ in charge, gives me great hope for the potency of your items." Angel lied smoothly, treading a bit of water as he backpedaled. "I was told that one could purchase items of assorted...usefulness here Hallucinogens. Powders to blind temporarily without scarring an opponent's eyes. Is it true?" .
"Yes, that is true, and if you heard that much them you should also know that I am quite picky as to who I send my creations out with." He smirked at Angel and rose from his stool. Picking up his stacks of herbs and thing he walked out from behind the counter, greed robes swishing around him, and went to deposit them on the shelves they belonged in.
"I should also investigate who is telling all this wonderful information." .
"You know how it is with superior merchandise. Word gets around." Angel moved his light hair off of his shoulder, smiling a thin smile at the man. "I'm Angel. I don't live around here, so I doubt you've heard of me." The thickness of his voice would have given him away as a liar if anyone who knew him heard that one. Well, that and the words themselves. Angel assumed _everyone_ knew him.
"In any case, all I'm looking for are a few simple things to help me in my line of work. Surely we can at least discuss a potential sale?" .
He placed a bundle of something slightly blue in a jar of other slightly blue bundles and turned a smirk toward Angel. "That we can, but only if the other half of this party shall condone to be truthful with me." He leaned against the shelf, green fur of his robe mixing with the ends of his hair.
"What line of work is it that you will be needing my ingredients for hum?" .
"Well, that's easy enough." He relaxed his stance a bit, letting his hand drift to his hip pouch. "I'm a mercenary. While I will kill if I have to, if the person who hired me doesn't specify that I should, I'd rather not. Blood spatters, poisons linger, corpses stink. If I have ways to subdue my opponents without getting my hands too dirty, I'll take it."
He eyed the man carefully. "Of course, sometimes in the course of my work, there are...hostages. They complicate things. Usually they're worth more to me alive than dead, but it's rather difficult to convince all of them that. Things to make them drift into a pleasant sleep so I can just toss them in a cart and get them out of a situation are...helpful." His pauses were getting longer as he searched for the right words for some things.
"Mostly it's about ease. Merchants who hire me don't like thinking they just sicked a killing machine on a rival businessman. They like knowing I'll leave them alive. Dirt poor, slightly insane maybe, maybe a little scarred. But alive. And I assure you, it's very tricky to leave some of them alive. What say you? Sell me a few tools, I'll be out of your hair and out of your town before you know it." .
He chuckled and brushed his fingers through his hair. "Mercs....always with the mercs" Walking behind another shelf he grabbed a bottle and walked back into the ling of Angel's sight.
"Sleeping powder. All they have to do in inhale it and they will be flat on their backs in minuets, though you have to make sure they inhale enough or they will be awake enough to struggle." He dangled the bottle in front of himself.
"I have things that till kill a man in moments, things that will make him see what ever his brain decides to make him see and things to turn the most stable man into a twitching twittering pansy. Which else would you like?"
Sebastian liked Mercs for one reason. They paid well for their tools and paid often.
Angel widened his eyes appreciatively. This was turning out much easier than he had originally hoped! "Anything that will make them sensitive to post hypnotic suggestions. Best if it looks like incense. And an antidote to it. I wouldn't want to be vulnerable to it myself."
He pondered to himself. He did have that lovely little caravan job lined up next month. It would be good to prepare himself for that. "Illusion powders, if you have them. The best ones I've found so far were little better than fireworks. I'm sure a person with your skills can do much more than that."
What about that sly little daughter of the merchant of the caravan? Hmph. Wouldn't put it past the chit to try snooping through Angel's personal possessions. "If you have anything that will make a person nauseous from touching it, I can use it. Can't be too safe."
Sebastian raised a brow. "Well, someone does their job well." Turning and disappearing down an isle he motioned for Angel to follow "This way."
Lined up on a wooden shelf were bottles and jars filled with various colored powders, many of which had names the Mercenary recognized and a few he didn�t. "Everything you want is on this case, minus the antidotes. I do not have anything that will cause nausea on contact, though I could make some fairly quickly, but I do have things that will burn when touched with bare skin."
He had not had anyone in the shop since it�s opening that knew good uses for most of his things. It was nice to have someone who could appreciate the many things a simple powder could do.
"If you are going to burn some of them, and you have not used them before, ask....a few of them burn in colors which might hinder your, well, plans"
Angel was a kid in a candy store. This was beyond what he'd hoped for. This was the universe grabbing him by the shirt and saying "Angel, you lucky b*****d, dontcha get how much I love ya?!" Ah, good times, good times.
"Burnings are good. For the "incense"...well, let's just say I think a few merchants have been taking my good name for granted and are due for a bit of a price hike." Angel winked, then laughed. "If it puts them in a uh...receptive mood, it will work. But it does have to blend in, so I need it to either look as close as normal incense as possible OR be so blindingly outrageous I can make a show piece of it."
He took a moment to eye the potions master carefully. Wasn't quite the clerk once you got up close to him. Huh. "As for questions...I would tell you to assume I know nothing, but you'd probably wander off then. Let's just stick to those bare necessities for now. Perhaps after my next job, you'll be as amiable to more sales."
Smirking a glint appeared in Sebastian's gray eyes as he leaned down and plucked a bottle off the bottom shelf. " I believe this is what you want. Personal creation. It is a wonderful hallucinogen if given in large doses but in smaller ones, usually caused by breathing in the smoke, it causes one to either see minor hallucinations or 'illusions'"
He grabbed another bottle, this one full of greenish oil. "This has much the same affect, but if it is burned it will make a bright neon green smoke. Which makes it a wonderful accessory for people taking on jobs as traveling performers."
Leaning against the shelf he eyed the merc and wondered what he would make of the wares
"I vow, if I don't leave soon, I'll carry a bit of everything you have out with me!" Angel eyed both bottles greedily. "Those plus my original asking, and I'll be on my way for now. I haven't had a bite to eat all day, and I'm never one for bargaining when I'm hungry." His stomach tightened a bit at the thought of the luscious smells of baking bread he'd passed on the way here.
"To tell the truth, I never expected to have such great luck today." He put a hand on his hip. "Granted, I came prepared, but not to stay out for more than a few minutes. But I am enjoying this...excursion. Perhaps you'd care to join me for my meal? We can pick up where we left off with full bellies."
"If the food in on you I would not be against something. There is a wonderful little bakery just down the street that makes the most wonderful breads and pastries." He grinned walking back toward his counter to place the two bottles on it. "And perhaps if you buy me the right things I could be persuaded to part with something extra."
He grabbed the other things Angel had asked for and named his price for the lot. It was nothing outrageous, Angel had heard worse, but it was not the low price of someone who didn�t know how valuable his wares could be to the right people.
"I wouldn't be so gauche as to suggest food and not pick up the bill!" That and it never hurt to butter someone up. He found his money in a pocket and slid it across to the shopkeeper. There was a bit over. Not enough to be ingratiating, enough not to be insulting. "Pastries, you say? Lead on, please. My stomach will be forever grateful." He readjusted his coat a bit to prepare for the walk outside.
Placing the money into his cache under the table he fluffed his robe and strode toward the door, making sure to flip the sign to closed. "Pastries, yes...wonderful delicious sugary pastries." He smirked and motioned for Angel to proceed him outside.
"At the risk of sounding childish, do they have anything with frosting? Loads of it?" He stepped back outside and stuffed his hands in his pockets while he waited for the door to be locked. "And something to drink? My thirst is eating at me, if that makes any sense."
Well. New toys for work and pastries. Forget looking up. His world was practically singing at this point.
"Ahh a man after my own heart, they have many things slathered in frosting." He grinned and locked hte door with a set of keys that appeared out of his sleeve and disapared back into the sleeve just as fast.
This conversation was much better than the one with the nasty archer. It involved someone who understood his work to an extent and garnered him free pastries.
Angel blinked a bit at the keys. Did the man double as a thief or was it just practice that let him move those keys that swiftly? He filed the thought away for future reference and followed half a step behind on the way to the bakery. The thought of a slice of cake was highly motivating at that point. Something thick and creamy...Ah, lunch.
"You don't strike me as the cake and pudding type. Is it a hidden vice? Or just not one you tell everyone if they're not paying?
As he walked down the street it was very apparent where they were going, the smell of cinamon rolls and fresh bread started to fill the street as they neared the bakery. "More of a hidden vice." He said with a grin as he headed for a pastel pink door whihc resided under a sign saying "Wonders's"
"Though it is not hard for the information to get out, i am seen in here most days..." As he opened the door the younb boy at the counter waved a happy hello as he was talking to another customer.
"It's just not...discussed in polite company where you spend your time?" Angel chuckled, then inhaled the overpoweringly delicious smells of the bakery. "Mmmm, cinnamon! Care to order for the both of us? You'd know the place's specialities a lot better than I would."
He stepped closer to some of the food on display and fought the urge to drool. Frosting dripped from multiple surfaces. If he'd been hungry before, he was starving now.
"more like not discussed at all." He smirked and waved the cute little boy behind the counter over. "The usual for me and whatever the specality of the day is for him." He waved his hand at the almost drooling Angel.
"We will be at my usual table." He smiled at the boy as the kid hustled off to get the order. "This way." he rested his hand on Angel's arm and steered him toward a table near the back corner of the shop
"You have a usual table?" The hand on his arm was warm, so he allowed it to stay. For now. "I see you weren't exaggerating. You do come here that often." Angel looked around, mindful more than ever of his wing. As fun as it could be to get frosting on it, it would be a b***h to clean up. "Do you often bring company?"
He leaned a bit closer and grinned wolfishly. "Or am I just that special? And here I don't even know your name!"
"Ah, so it's a meal ticket I'm to be?" Angel's hair had fallen over his shoulder again. He brushed it back and leaned against the backing of his chair. "I suppose I've been worse. But not in recent memory." He tapped a finger against the table top. "Although I can't really hold it against you. Most geniuses are rather tactless."
The arrival of his food put an end to Angel's train of thought. Nothing else mattered when good food was in question!
"Yes, we are." Sebastian as his usual icing slathered cinnamon roll was placed infront of him, conviently in a little box to be carried out in. Infront of Angel they placed a piece of cake that looked like the sugar contant could kill an entire city.
Wating and watching as Angel drooled over his food for a moment he slid back his chair and stood. Smiling down at the other man he pushed his glasses higher up his nose. "Well, that was wonderful and i hope to see you again. Please whenever you are in the city come to my shop, i am sure i will have something for you."
Before Angel could really register what he said, and notice that Sebastian had really left him with the bill the alchemist disapeared out the door and back to his shop to eat his cinnamon roll in silence.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 8:04 pm
___// Beneath the stars He had made himself a suitable 'camp' off in the forest somewhere. He had always felt more at peace with himself amongst the elements... Especially when the sky was clear and he could see the stars. Night... A glorious night...
Odd scents swirled around in the smoke from the glowing coals that served as his only light. It would have been too warm for a fire... But the coals proved to be 'just right' for the service that he had required of them.
He parted his lips as he lowered his head, letting his breath fan the coals to burn brightly before sprinkling a few of the previously procured anise seeds onto the mix. He failed to understand how he could stand them when the flavor they produced made him ill... But he refused to question it further. Instead he reached into his pouch to procure the little satchel of dried bay leaves he had gathered on his own, adding a pinch to the coals atop the anise before breathing deeply.
Stepping over a pile or branches Sebastian made sure nothing had fallen out of his satchel as he snatched a large fungus off of a tree. "Damn thing..." He really did hate the forest, but if one had to go through it to get home every day then one should stock up while one was there.
Home wasn't that far, but he was already grumbling for want of a fire and a soft fluffy chair.
He continued to breath deeply. In... Out... In... Crimson eyes shot open and his calm was disrupted as he heard words spoken not far from him. One hand made a clumsy reach for his bow; summoning an arrow into his free hand. He truly would have to see about making his own 'regular' arrows now that he was in a new place... The flaming ones were too much of a beacon in the night for anything dark that may have wished to flock towards him.
The arrow caught the corner of Sebastian's glasses and he sighed. "And now I am going to get shot. Great. Wonderful day..." He snarled and stuffed the fungus into his pouch. "Couldn't get any better I tell you, If you are going to shoot me please for the love of all things dont singe the fur."
He turned slighlty in the direction of the light and stared into the forest.
He stood slowly, arrow still aimed true towards the voice. His eyes narrowed in an attempt to see the figure for what it was rather than anything else... No trees, no shadows... Merely the man from whom the voice had come from. The man who... Seemed vaguely familiar, creating a nagging sensation in the back of his mind.
"State your name and purpose for bellowing about my campsite like a banshee. Be you good or be you bad?" His notions as to which was what were clearly blurred and always had been... Of course, someone new to his nature would have no knowledge of that.
"I am not blundering. I was walking and talking at the same time. I see no point in stating my name since I don't know who you are and I am on my way home.... Which your campsite seems to be in the way of." He snipped. For once he was slightly thankful for his green robes; it meant that he would be slighlty hard to see.
As the sound of the voice finally clicked in the back of his mind he tilted the arrow slightly towards the ground before releasing. The flaming shaft flew through the air with the greatest of ease, cutting through the night just as its brilliance blazed through the darkness. With luck, it would land a foot from the other man just before his feet, illuminating the area in front of him. "One should be careful while walking the woods."
Staring down at the arrow he had a feeling that the glow was going to make his pretty white skin look slightly sallow but looked back towards the man anyways. "I am perfectly careful. There are not usually people out this late who do not know I travel along this path." The arrow reminded him of someone... Someone who had caused him grief the last time he spoke with them.
"If you were perfectly careful I'd not have you in the situation that you've found yourself in, now would I?" He said with a trace of arrogance as he called another arrow to his fingertips. It too was knocked with great ease, rippling with warmth against his fingertips. "It looks as if you are standing there upon my whims alone... Your name, dear sir... So that I might know who to tell others their fine fur robe has been donated by."
"If you steal my ******** robe I will come back from the dead and eat you!" He snapped, anger fading slightly as curiosity took over.
He was tempted to grab the arrow at his feet to see what it was made of, but he valued his fingers. "What is it? Can I touch it? How did you make it?" He leaned down to look at the arrow completly ignoring the question about his name.
It was all he could do to keep from laughing out loud. If he hadn't been certain as to who the voice belonged to he certainly was now. "Don't touch what you know so little about... You're likely to be burned." Traces of amusement danced around his voice giving it the sound of almost two tones combined into one band of velvet. "Don't you know an arrow when you see one?"
"I wasn't going to touch it. Thatt is why I asked..." He refrained from calling his tormenter an a** incase one of those arrows came at him again. "Yes, I know an arrow, but most I know do not do that." He pointed at it. "Unless coated in something."
"Dileu." He spoke softly with the same doubled tones and, as he did so, the arrow in front of the man flickered before extinguishing, leaving a singed hole in the earth where the head had been. "Coating is for arrow heads made of rock or steel... This has no such need, as any man with eyes can clearly see."
"Ahhhhh, so it is magic, or whatever....intresting...." He had wished as a kid that he had any sort of aptitude toward magic but, since he didn't, he performed his magic in other ways.
"Ok, so you can ...... wait.....dont tell me....your that Aneliad fellow?" That was the only person who he knew who carted a bow around. The others seemed to prefer sharp bladed metal things.
"'Whatever' would probably be a more appropriate way to put it as 'magic' doesn't nearly begin to betray everything that it is." His words were spoken with a great amount of respect for whatever it was that he was speaking about.
At the sound of his name he parted his bow and arrow into seperate hands in order to give a flourishing bow. "Good evening to you... Sebastian, wasn't it?"
"Great. I knew it.... He walked over the spot the arrow had hit and into the little clearing Aneliad was occupying. So, the man could do somethign akin to magic, though not magic. That was somehting to remember. "Just had to be you.... Why the hell are you sitting around in the middle of the damnable forest?!"
As Sebastian neared him he banished the arrow with the same word spoken in whatever strange language it was from. "I have no need to explain myself or my actions to you, man." Eyebrow raised in amusement as he leaned upon his bow, crimson orbs dancing with a laughter that bubbled within. "Have you a problem with my campsite? If so... I must tell you 'tis far too bad on your behalf as I've already made myself comfortable."
And so he had. His attire had changed from the previous day; black sleeves of a front laced shirt fluttering about his arms as snug leather pants clung to the curves of his legs. He seemed almost... Relaxed.
"Bah, comfort does not involve leaves, sticks, and dirt." He sneered at the ground. "It involves pillows and soft fabrics and fluffy things." He leaned against a tree and stared at Aneliad from under his bangs. "It also reguires a roof."
He really had nothing about camping, just that he didnt do it. He perfered the wonferful comforts of a house and a bed and fluffy things; though no one knew he called them fluffy. Ignoring the leather as best he could he waved a hand at the man. "The only problem I have is that it is in my way."
"Ah... I see." He chuckled softly as he turned his back to the alchemist in order to return to the 'camp' that he had made himself 'comfortable' at. He really did love the outdoors... Everything about it. Even if the ground wasn't always the best thing to sleep upon... Unless there was someone soft to curl up nicely agai--
He shook his head dashing all manners of that thought from his mind as he crouched beside the glowing coals that were, at the moment, providing more light than the moon. Even in the dim light the curves of his shapely legs could not be denied as the soft leather moved to suit their new position. "I am certain that, given time, you could come to accept the comforts that the woods have to offer... It's an entirely new experience... Unless you fear the unknown."
"I have enjoyed the 'comforts' of the woods as you call it and find them lacking. I much perfer a warm bed and a few soft things." Grinning he kept most of the ideas of how soft Aneliad could prove to be and kept his eyes hidden behind his bangs.
"The only comforts the woods offer me are the ones that allowe me to procure the things I need for my creations."
"Perhaps you haven't enjoyed the comforts of which I am directly referring to..." He said with an odd sort of smile, eyes dancing with the flickering light coming from the coals as he turned to face the alchemist. "Of course... If you think that there is no sort of comfort that you could find here perhaps t'would be better if you continued along your trail home... And made sure to be more careful while walking through the woods alone."
"Unless you ....No" He paused and shook his head. "I should be a good boy and go home to my nice warm bed and my nice warm food." Though his food would have to be heated since he did not want to eat the pastries cold.
"I see no comfort that I could take here...." Except perhaps the comfort of your body. He smirked as his mind finished his sentence for him. He really needed to not run into pretty things on his way home from a long day. They made him think far too many things.
"As an alchemist, of all people, surely you should know that the lines of 'good' and 'bad' are always blurred... What one man sees as the will of the gods another may see as the devil's deeds." Now back by the odd smelling smoke his senses had opened once more, leaving his thoughts to run free alongside the swirling streams of scented smoke.
"Again I say, Sebastian... If there is nothing here that has caught your eye as something you could find comfort in... 'Tis best if you return to your lodgings to partake in your meal... And your bed."
Standing up he started to make his way around the camp. "Oh I believe there is one thing here, but I would hazard a guess that you would not like it." He was still smirking and the snark he was famous for had fallen back into place in his voice.
His cheeks flushed with a silent rage that remained hidden beneath the ruddy locks of bangs that had been too short to pull back into the braid that came to mid-back. He had been trying his damndest to be plesant... Especially after nearly shooting the alchemist... But now he found himself wishing that he had sent the arrow through the man rather than through the ground at his feet.
Rather than respond he mutted 'fllamio' to sumoon an arrow into his hand which he used to prod at the coals. His breathing remained slow and even, determined not to let that fool of a man know that he had been shaken.
Humming something to himself he picked his way around the trees. While a response from the man would have been entertaining, the silence said more than he ever could. Poke a nerve did I? For once in his life the snarky retort didn't leave his lips as he kicked at a rather large seed pod, sneering as it bounced off into the underbrush.
He blinked, lids pulling the ruby gems set so prettily into darkness before opening to gaze upon the ghostly blonde clad in such gaudy robes. No smartass response? No comments drifting through the silence to further taunt him? How... Odd.
"Surely your supper will have grown cold by now... And someone will be searching for you soon due to your dallying in the brush with a stranger."
"Supper is cold until I heat it up seeing as how certian pastries keep better cold... And if there is someone waiting for me at my home I am going to be sure to shove them out the door with a table through their skulls." For one who seemed opposed to violence he seemed to be able to threaten to inflict it quite often.
If he was pleased by that last bit of information there were no traces upon his face proving such. He simply lowered his gaze to the embers once more as if searching for something in the swirling smoke. "What keeps you in the woods if all of your creature comforts are at home?"
"An intresting conversation...." And a very nice a** covered in leather. One of these days his brain was going to get him into serious trouble.
"If you are so interested in said conversation... Perhaps you should come down here with a humble archer so that we may converse on a more personal level." His words were meant to bring the alchemist to him so that he could more clearly study the features of the man's face as they spoke... Judge the movements of his face as the words passed over his lips. "I've a blanket you could sit on so as not to tarnish your robes..."
Sebastian had a moment where something quite crude seemd as if it was going to make it past his lips but he managed to do nothing more than broaden his smirk. "Then, perhaps at the appearence of this blanket I could be persuaded to stay longer." As long as you feed me.
He raised his brow as if questioning exactly what it was that the alchemist may have said before his slight speech about the blanket. From his crouched position he stood, stretching arms over his head in order to pull at the muscles that had been left tense from the way he had been 'seated'. The blanket in question was then pulled from his pouch after he bent to retrieve it, unfolding the bit of fabric until it was only left doubled over before spreading it about the forest floor. "Does this so suit your needs, Sebastian?"
"Enough." He walked over and flopped onto the blanket, brushing his shoes off before tucking them under him. His legs, which were not visable, were clad in black pants of some unknown fabric that seemed soft while still sturdy. They were, in fact, his favorite pants because they didn't burn and they kept him safe from most of the chemicals he had at home. "Now that you have me here, what personal discussion would you like to undertake?"
"Sir alchemist, I fear you have misinterpreted my meanings..." He spoke smoothly as he lowered himself to the grass opposite the man seated on the blanket. "... By personal I merely meant that you and I can now see each other on the same level while chatting... Rather than you being the man leaning on the tree and I the one relying on the flames."
Said 'flames' were still far from being 'flames'. They were just embers giving off a soothing aroma that seemed to leave the mind quite open should one breath them deeply enough.
Sebastian tried not so sniff too hard at the smell. He knew it well from his years in a basement hunched over a burner but it was slighlty more pleasent out here in the open. "I am well known for taking things people say and turning them into things I can use." He smirked and brushed a stray leaf off his robe.
"Forms of manipulation are used by many far and wide... Words are but one thing that can be distorted through it." He shook his head slowly, copper strands moving about his face as it reflected the glow of the ground before him. "... Is that what you wish? To turn my words into something useful rather than taking them for face value?"
"It is a habbit, one that is hard to break." He grinned.
"That was not my question, Sebastian." Those soft spoken words almost seemed reprimanding even if they were more disappointed at the avoidance than anything.
As the bay began to burn down he pulled his pouch into his lap, rummaging through his 'stash' until he found a small satchel. Within was a mix of caraway, cedar and clove; all meant to purify, relax and release all sorts of negativity in the area. The cedar and glove mingled in an odd way that might have been overwhelming had a soft breeze not started to stir the scent away.
"No, but that was my answer." He blew at a puff of smoke that wafted near him. "It seems that you have enough in there so stock a very nice store." He remarked at the bag.
He didnt know why he was being nice, he just was. Has to be the herbs.....yes
"My 'stock' serves my purposes... Nowhere near as impressive as the various herbs you have in store though." An almost wry grin teased along his lush lips giving him an impish appearance meant to be taken in the best of natures. "Had I everything I found necissary I would not have sought out your shop, now would I?"
"Having extra is never bad." He rolled his shoulders, resetting them after a day at work, and leaned back on his arms. "But true, had you everything you needed you would not have sought my shop out."
"Careful leaning like that... With how tense your arms seem it might do more danger than good." He wasn't quite sure why he gave a damn... Probably because, if there was pain to be involved, he would rather be the one inflicting it quickly rather than watching someone suffer from it. "I have an ointment that's rather good for relaxing muscles... Good for training wounds and... Other things."
]"It may at that, but it is comfortable since it keeps the muscles tight." He was used to the muscles from his neck, arms, and upper back hurting almost constantly. Even if he did make a wonderful pain killer he was against taking it all the time since it could cause more damage than it solved. "I have learned to live with tight muscles." He passed over wondering why Aneliad cared, taking it for nothing more than a passing notice.
"Perhaps there is something that I could do about it..." He began to rummage through his pouch once more, removing a tiny jar of yet another odd smelling mix. Oddly enough, this archer was quite good when it came to herbs having studied on his own in order to keep himself more self sufficient as far as healing was concerned. "Would you be terribly opposed to lowering your robe from your shoulders for me?" He questioned as he lowered himself once more behind the alchemist. "I promise to be a gentleman..."
Sebastians smirk was thankfully hidden from view of the archer as he leaned up and shruged. The robe, which seemed to be fairly snug in place on his shoulders, fell quite easliy until it was caught around his elbows. Smoothly muscled shoulders and arms were revealed, no where near anything that someone used to work would have yet still slightly more than your average alcmemist's build. His skin was just as pale as his face made it out to be and the light from the moon just made him look more pale.
"Forgive the blinding coloration, sunlight and i do not get along in the best of cases."
"'Tis nothing to forgive... The sun can be harsh, whereas the moon is welcoming." He spoke almost cryptically as he twisted the lid off of the jar before setting it on the ground beside him. Almost instantly the scent of spearmint mingled with rose joined the aroma of cedar in the air. Slender fingers dipped into the container to retrieve a bit of the salve from within, rubbing his hands together for a moment before gently massaging the mixture onto Sebastian's shoulders... He had completely forgotten that the ylang ylang that served as a base for the salve also served as a mild aphrodesiac; thinking only of the calm it was known to bring as well as the treatment for the skin.
The alchmest's muscles were indeed in nothing but knots, and knots upon knots, just as he had alluded to. He winced slighlty as Aneliad hit a particularly tight knot, trying his hardest not to pull away. He really didn't like people touching him. It was an old quirk that he had never really gotten over, but the tingling of the salve was persuading him to grit his teeth and deal for the moment.
"Forgive me..." He said softly as his fingers continued their 'work'. He found that, for some reason, he rather liked the way his fingers felt upon the alchemist's skin... "Should I stop?"
He grunted. "Forgiven, and no.... In some strange way it feels nice." He really should have noticed what was in the salve, but at this point he didn't care. It was helping to turn his muscles into butter for the moment.
"They'll be sore again come morning... But you could take the salve if you'd like once we part ways." His hands tightened unknowingly as he said that before easing away from the shoulders down onto the blades themselves. Upon closing his eyes he found an image that, although quite please, was rather shocking from his mind's point of view. They ruby orbs were opened quickly, teeth biting down hard on his lower lip in an attempt to keep it from lowering to the alchemist's neck.
"They will be sore again the moment you take your hands off me." He said, his grin evidanent in his voice. It was true. Last time he had managed to sit through someone getting the muscles to loosen they had tightened up almost instantly. He hissed as the archers fingers reached a particularly hard knot between his spine and shoulderblade, quickly biting off the sound after it was heard..
At that he felt his cheeks flush almost shamelessly as he leaned forward a bit, brushing lips against the man's ear as he spoke "Then... Perhaps I shouldn't take my hands off of you. Would that be more to your liking?" He would sum it all up to his weakness... The horrid weakness he had for a pretty face...
"Perhaps you shouldn't." He said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He was tempted to turn his face to look at the archer but was afraid that seeing the man would drag him down into temptations he should know better than to get into.
He felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as fingers tightened around the man's muscles once more. He had forgotten how fond he was of physical contact... Hiding his 'fears' from all by remaining distant. Now was not the time for distance.
Even if Sebastian gave not unto temptation, he could no longer resist. Slowly he lowered his lips to the alchemist's neck, brushing softly over the milky flesh as fingers continued to knead knots from their stiffness.
His breath left him in a puff as he felt Aneliad's lips brush his neck. His mind screamed at him, telling him that he sould get up and go home and forget that any of this had ever hapened... And pray that he never ran into the archer again, but he ignored it. It had been too many years since anyone had touched him.
His grin was rogueish as he removed his lips from the lithe man's neck, moving fingers from one hand slowly down along Sebastian's spine despite the robes still present. "I have forgotten... You did say that there were no comforts you could take from the woods, did you not?" His voice was husky despite its softness, mingled with entertainment and a light heart.
"I said, there were none I believed you would be willing offer me." His muscles twitches as the arches hand travled wodn his spin. He was trying to remain as still as possible; not wanting to realize this was a dream only to awaken by falling out of his bed. He also tried to imagine the look on Aneliad's face. Sadly, this only caused him more problems and he quickly stopped.
He chuckled softly in a way that was more soothing than mocking as lips moved to press against the back of Sebastian's neck ever so lightly. "Shall I try to prove you wrong, sir alchemist? Or is that hunger that you spoke of earlier too overwhelming for you to stay?"
"My hunger cannont be satisified by anything that resides in my home." His voice came out something akin to a snakes hiss. It was an intresting sound that one wouldn't have expected to hear from a person.
"Then face me, Sebastian... And show me what can satisfy this hunger..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 9:58 am
___// Unexpected Awakening Sleep... It was so precious to him in a way that some rare treat that one could rarely have would be. He hadn't slept so well or so long since... Since the night before that blasted fight... It struck him as a near instant shock that the encounter had come to his mind and, as a result, his arms tightened over the slender form he had fitted himself against.
Light was just begining to filter through the leaves, kissing the bodies as they lay intertwined. He blinked back the dawn as crimson eyes opened to gaze upon the sky, skin tingling when he felt something that shouldn't be there... Not at all. Slowly he released Sebastian, carefully tugging himself free from the bonds that the robe had created as they'd turned throughout the night. He stood and made a great show of stretching before reaching for his bow, readying it in the direction of whatever may have been lurking in the bush.
Pengryf Tawr stood leaning against one of the trees that surounded the clearing. He hadn't intended to awaken neither his brother nor the pretty little thing he was wound around, but it seemed as if he had. He watched as his brother stood up and pointed an arrow at him. It was nothing new and caused no more reaction than a lazy blink.
Despite his instant realization of who it was who stood before him, the arrow remained knocked, flames licking at the slender fingers of the man who had drawn it back. His muscles rippled as they tensed, eyes narrowing as they took in the form of the man who had often been a bane on his existance as well as a close confidant. "I knew you were coming, Coegwyr. What trouble do you wish to stir now?"
His lips quirked into a grin as the familiar nickname fell from the others lips. "Trouble? Who says I am here to stir up trouble?" In the early morning light the markings on his face stood out, making him look even more ethereal than usual. "I am just in search of my little brother."
He lowered the bow to his side as he stepped foward, light bouncing off the curves of his body. Obviously there was little modesty as he stood there amidst the early dawn mists, eyeing his brother with distrust. "You only seek me out when you serve to raise a ruckus... And what else would cause you to leave your... Comfort... In Imperial?"
Sparing a glance to the sleeping potion maker he looked back to his brother completly ignoring his state of undress. "My, comfort, as you put it, decided I was not as entertaining as a cute, bearly out of the cradle, imp." He seemed to hold little with this, but one who knew him well would know that it must have hurt.
"Still holding a grudge that they chose me over pretty little you?"
"My grudge lies more within the fact that you chose to go after something that had already been claimed by another." His brow furrowed as he felt his defenses raise along with his voice, fingers drawing tight around the shaft of his bow. "What do you want, Coegwyr? Why have you been hunting me?"
"Not my falut that he said he belonged to noone." He shrugged remaining calm as his brother angered. "I wanted to tell you something, but if you are going to be rude I will just keep it to muself."
In an instant the bow was back in an attack position, arrow summoned, knocked and ready to be fired. "You never think nor care to ask, Pengryf Tarw. All you care is that you have something lovely hanging off of your arm at all times. Bugger you... And the rudeness you accuse me of."
"And you dont like pretty things?" He cocked his head in the direction of the still sleeping Sebastian. "Seems someone is being a little hypocritical."
"Speak not of things you do not know, Coegwyr." He snarled, the familiar 'nickname' taking on a more threatening tone. His fingers drew the string back, threatening to fire upon his 'opponent'... It was so tempting... It had always been tempting... But he had yet to give in on that one temptation.
"I don't have to know. I can see quite well." He watched the end of the arrow. They had often come to this, arrows knocked and powers lifting. He could feel the amulet begging to be used, begging to smack his brother, but he ignored it. "Is there something I should know?"
"Simply because you see something does not mean you should assume it is about something as primal as a mere pretty face." His shoulder began to stiffen as he kept his aim true. There were certain things that were not meant to be done just after awakening from a night spent sleeping on the forest floor and drawing a bowstring tightly back for over a minute was on that list.
He realized only too late what his words spoken may have implied... That there was something serious between he and the alchemist... Something more than just a base need for feeling skin against skin, but he was determined to keep his brother from winning. He had won far too often, making him look like quite the fool.
Raising a brow Pengryf looked up at his brother. "Oh? So the little asyn has found something else to occupy his time with." His face remained blank as he spoke. "Intresting turn of events"
"What matters to you how I occupy my time, Penbwyl?" He snorted, crimson eyes blazing as brilliantly as the arrow poised before him. "You still have yet to answer my questions... What brings you after me?"
"I told you, i wanted to tell you somehting." He caught movement out of the corner of his eye as Sebastian shifted in his sleep. "If you dont keep your voice down you are going to wake sleeping beauty over there."
He lowered his bow ever so slightly, much like he had done to Sebastian the night before, before releasing the arrow. His eyes watched as it flew with great ease through the air, landing perfectly between the other man's feet before bursting into an odd ball of flames. "Then speak."
Pengryf looked down at the flames, the amulet around his neck glowing slighty before his eyes returned to Aneliad. "It followed you here Ane..." Golden eyes relfected the flames perfecty. "... And it is pissed."
As the flames began to die down he summoned forth another arrow. "Let the cythraul be angered." He snarled once more, threatening to aim a bit higher this time. "Mayhap it followed you here. Perhaps you lead it to this area by seeking me out. You bring trouble."
"It was here before I was, thank you." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Trouble follows you, which is why it precedes me. I am the one who is always pulling your a** out of trouble."
"s**t. That is absolute s**t." Whereas he had fought to keep his calm while bickering with Sebastian the day prior, it seemed as though his brother knew little of the reserve that Aneliad had offered others. He was quite careful to cover his trails and stick to the shadows.
Pengryf, on the other hand, was known more for his flock of followers... And yet he was the one who called trouble to him? Bags.
"It is not. You are the flamboyant one." He shrugged. "For all your hiding you are quite easy to find once a hint is given." A slight grin teased over his lips again; the same agrivating grin Aneliad had delt with his entire life.
"I am the flamboyant one while you are the one who surrounds yourself with those who serve your every whim? You are a fool, Pengryf! A bloody fool!" He nearly bellowed as he tossed his bow aside, prepared to pommel his brother with his bare hands instead.
"True, and they are a lovely little flock arn't they? But I don't go around flaunting them... They just happen to be there." He rasied one hand in a shrug. "You, I distinctly remeber flaunting involved."
Sebastian heard shouting interfearing with his sleeping and this was unacceptable. He sat up, blinking in the morning light and snarled. Damn archer was shouting, again.
A moment later, Aneliad was cuffed upside the head. "******** b*****d! I was sleeping. It did not need to be woken by you having a b***h fest with.." He paused and looked over at Pengryf. "With a muscle bound oaf!"
So intent was he on his argument with his brother that he barely noticed Sebstian's approach until it was too late and a hand had hit him. His eyes blazed as he spun round, fingers seeking out the wrist of the man who had struck him. "Listen here... As lovely as you may be... Never strike me again." The alchemist didn't seem to care that he had been awoken by the horned beast as well... Or that two out of the three men were standing skyclad amongst a sun streaked forest.
"As for you..." He spun to face Pengryf, fingers still held tightly around Sebastian's wrist. "I do not flaunt. I give credit where it is due."
Sebastian, after getting his brain out of the fuzz of sleep, realized that the two must know eachother. "Then dont wake me up with shouting!" He turned a glare on Pengryf. "And if you stare at my a** one more time I am going to come over there and rip your entrails out through the top of your skull."
The horned one raised a brow, finding this highly amusing, and nodded his head. "I am sorry. I can't help appreciating beauty when I see it." Looking back to his brother he smirked. "Yes, by flaunting your conquests before me" He waved a hand at Sebastian. "Though with what you hinted at eariler...."
Without so much of a trace of warning he released Sebastian in order to send his fist hurtling towards his brother's face. "Bloody coegwyr." He growled as his eyes darkened. "Distewi!" He had not flaunted Sebastian, nor had he viewed the alchemist as a conquest. Had that been the case he would have returned to the shop day in and day out... Did that oaf he called brother truly think so little of him?
Jerking his head quickly to the side, Gryf grabed his brother by the middle of his lower arm and growled. "You should know better than to hit me." Useing his grip he tossed his brother aside, careful not to throw him down to the ground. "And you can stop with the insults any time now. I have been polite."
Sebastian looked between the unknown man and Aneliad and huffed before shaking his head, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Fine! Whatever! STOP YELLING!" He yelled at the two of them as if they were children. "For ******** sake, talk like normal people!"
He flashed a near deadly glare between both Pengryf and the alchemist as he stumbled back, trying hard to remind himself how worthless his brother was... And how little any sort of fight truly meant. Eyes closed for seconds before a mask of calm overtook the features of his face. He was through with this...
Slowly he turned away from both men, bending slowly to retrieve his bow before returning to his makeshift camp in order to recollect his clothing that had been strewn about the blanket durring the night. Pants were pulled firmly into place, left unlaced at the waist for the time being as he began to shove other items back into his traveling satchel.
"Oh, so now I am to be ignored..." Sebastian had almost wanted to believe that there might have been somethine betwen he and the archer, but obvisouly he had been mistaken. It was just like all the other times. Before he could move he sensed the other man moving toward him, responding by turning a poisionous glare on him. "Put one hand on me and I will burn it off." He hissed.
Pengryf held up his hands and stayed where he had stopped. He really should have learned by now that the things his brother usually went after had some sort of bite to them. Alas, some things were just to intresting to toy with.
His fist may have missed the mark of his brother's distinguished jaw but his arrow would not fail him. He had drawn the moment Sebastian had formed his first words, and, for a moment, it would appear as though his mark was meant for the alchemist. Instead, the arrow whizzed past him in a way that only the tickle of warm air grazed him before the shaft brushed against Pengryf's pantleg. "I told you, Coegwyr. Do not touch what has clearly been claimed by another.." The last of his words were spoken clearly in the language that he and his brother shared amongst each other and, even if Sebastian could not understand them, the threatening undertones were universal.
Sebastian raised a brow as he turned his head toward Aenliad in question. "Can I have my pants... ?" He grumbled, eyes looking at the offending object laying close to where the archer was standing.
Looking down at his leg where the arrow had passed he found himself raising a brow. That was the first time his brother had actually fired an arrow at him. Perhaps I should keep my hands off this one. "If you wish... I will leave him alone." Looking back up to his brother his face was blank; a serene mask of calm. "But my warning has not changed. When you drag your head out of the clouds we need to speak."
As he stooped to gather Sebastian's pants before tossing them towards him he kept his eyes focused upon his brother, never letting the horned man leave his sight. "When you remove your head from your arse... We'll speak."
"Always the same." He sighed and turned to leave the clearing. "I am going to the city. If I have to hunt you down to talk to you once more I will be very disapointed brother." He waved a hand over his shoulder.
Slipping into his pants he felt bette or, at least, not so exposed. Brother? Looking between Aneliad and the other he wondered where he had missed something and, at that moment, began berating himself for sleeping like a log.
Once Pengryf was out of sight, as well as out of his range of senses, the tension fled from his muscles leaving a near broken man to flop down onto the blanket. His arm moved to shield his eyes from the sun that had taken to rising higher since his conversation had began. Such beautiful dreams... Such lovely sleep... Distrupted by such a horrid wretch.
Slowly Sebastian moved back over to where Aneliad was and kneeled down on the blanket beside him. "Aneliad?" He spoke slowly, accent still comming out on the man's name, one hand rested lightly on the archers arm.
Aneliad shifted his arm slightly so that he could gaze up at Sebastian, crimson eyes still shades darker then they had been the night before. "Aye?" One word spoken simply enough... As much of a response as the alchemist was going to get him... Especially when he felt like sending him away as well.
There was something in the alchemists eyes a moment before the archer spoke but, once the words were out, the emotion vanished. "Nevermind. I shall just leave..." His words were quiet as he stood and picked up his robe, sneering at the mess for a moment before folding the fabric to be carted home.
It was at that moment when something came to his mind... Something that he couldn't quite make sense of. He had just met the alchemist. He shouldn't feel so bloody... Attatched. One blissful night in the woods didn't equal something to write ballads about... Did it?
He sat up slowly, resting his arms on his knees as he looked up to the other man. "Forgive a fool for awakening you... Sleep is far too precious to be disturbed... Especially when it comes in such small doses."
Turning his head slowly back to the archer he shook his head. "I am used to little sleep. I am just nowhere near a morning person." He glared up at the sun through the trees. He really should have left while the two were arguing. Aneliad didn't need him around, espically if it was going to cause trouble. That's what you are remeber, trouble. He slammed the door or that thought, trying hard to ignore what his mind was telling him.
"I've kept you from your home long enough..." He shook his head slowly as he stood once more, sholdering both his pack and his bow before kicking the coals with the tip of his boot. "Until we meet again, Sebastian?" If they ever met again... If Pengryf was right then perhaps t'was best to cut all ties before they began. Wouldn't want to draw anyone else into his web...
"Yes, yes... Home." Cold, lonely home. He grinned at Aneliad, though the grin did not quite reach his eyes. "You know where to find me if you require my sevices again." He had not intended for that to sound the way it did. Then again what had he ever been but somethign others used because of his pretty face or his various talents. "My shop is always open to you."
He felt an odd flush fill his cheeks as his strides closed the gap between himself and the alchemist. He had started this the night before and now, beneath the gentle breezes of the morning, he would finish it. Lips gently grazed the corner of Sebastian's mouth as slender fingers caressed the man's cheek. "You are more than your services... Let no one tell you otherwise." His words were whispered softly, lingering in the air between them before being carried away on a whisper of the wind. "The forest is forever open to you, alchemist."
Sebastian blinked, for once in his life at a loss for words or snarky comebacks. He just remained still, eyes fixed on the archer. More than...
He refused to bring his eyes to meet Sebastian's and, in his attempt to fight those desires, he turned back towards the woods. His footfalls were slow and silent, almost as if he were marching off to meet his maker. Who knew... He just may have been. Either way, he didn't expect to see the alchemist any time soon. Not where he was going.
Sebastian sighed and shook his head. Think nothign of it. He lies to you like all the others. Turning back toward his path, he began to pick his way through the forest and toward his home out in the fields.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 7:55 pm
___// Beginnings of Friendship Chieko poked her head into a random shop along the market, hoping she could find a place to get the grouchy, angry, now in a lot of pain Dou some painkillers, and maybe something to sedate him. ".....Heeeellooooo~~~"
"If you are going to poke your head in come all the way in, you are letting the cold air out" Sebastian snarled from the back of his shop. He had been hoping to get through the day with out a customer, but that wish had just been dashed
Chieko brightened, despite the snarling cranky greeting "Sebastian!" She stepped in, and held the door open even wider, looking outside "So happy to see you!"
"You are still letting out the cold air." He snapped as he looked up from whatever he was brewing. "Close the door!"
Damion chose that moment to step into the shop, using a back foot to slam the door
Chieko tapped her fingers together, looking nervous and apologetic "...I-I... I had to wait for him to come in... I wasn't about to close the door in his face...."
The alchemist looked at the wolf and the woman. "Maybe you should have." For some reason the man seemed more, well pissy, than usual. "Something you needed?"
Damion was on all fours, and he would shudder with each step "What's wrong with you. Your chipper, cheery disposition is in the shitter."
"Oh look he is even on all fours like the mutt he is." He sneered. Standing he poured his concoction into a bottle and shoved a stopper in it. "Nothing is wrong with me"
"Lies and foul name calling." He leaned on the counter, heavily looking at him ".....What is it? What's wrong?" He was breathing on the hard side, his ears drooped
"Still hurt don�t you..." he ignored Damion�s question and turned around, grabbing a bottle from the shelf behind him. "Here. drink it." he held the bottle before the wolfs nose
Damion eyed the blonde potion maker, and sniffed the potion a bit "....Alright." He moved to drink it, watching him intensely
Chieko watched them a bit, before looking over the other potions
The potion tingled as it went down but a few moments later the pain started to dull. "Same thing I gave you last time."
Damion relaxed, leaning more on the counter ".....Thanks.... bad day at work...?" He tilted his head to the side
"My day was wonderful until you showed up." He sneered, but this close Damion could tell the alchemists heart was not in it so torment him.
Damion frowned "C'mon now, Sebastian.... Do you want me to get rid of the girl? Would that help?"
"What good would getting rid of her do?" He looked over around Damion at Chie
Chieko was doteyeing, not liking the Tone Damion had taken. She edged towards the door with a worried look.
"I thought it would make you more comfortable to talk to me." Damion snorted softly
Sebastian's back stiffened slightly. "Who said I had anything to discuss. I told you I had a wonderful day."
"HAH! And I secretly want to ******** Chieko up the a**. But fine, you don't want to discuss it? I think Chieko needs to get one of eeeeeverythign in the shop. ...And I think that'll take the rest of the day." He snickered, evilly
"You couldn�t afford one of everything in the shop." He hissed. "And quit snickering!"
"Then she'll just have to shop till she can't afford anything else. Take your time, Chieko."
Chieko was doteyeing and twitching in a far corner
Sebastian twitched and looked at Chieko. "IF YOU DONT STOP TWITCHING!" he screeched and waved a bottle in her direction
Chieko instantly stopped twitching, and she tried to remain very still
Damion raised an eyebrow at Sebastian ".....Hm."
Setting the bottle calmly back on the table in front of him he glared at Damion. "Ok, so I am not in a good mood."
"....Do you want to talk about it?" He inquired, feeling in a much better mood now that he could breath without searing pain ripping through him
"I shouldn�t even be worrying about it, it is not important." He seemed to be trying to convince himself more than Damion. "Just a pointless little argument"
"It can't be pointless if it bothers you." *He wagged his tail slightly, trying to make it easier to talk to him*
"Well it should be pointless!" he snapped and made himself busy shuffling bottles.
Damion's ears laid back. He was getting tired of the pissiness being directed at him*".....Sebastian." His voice was solid, growly, and demanded the other Dou face him
"What!" the alchemist turned to face him. Today was going to be one of those days where he would have been better off crawling into a hole
Damion watched him for a moment ".....Close up the shop. You're in no mood to serve customers. What's the point of being open?"
"Because I didn�t expect anyone to come in." he huffed and glared at Damion
"Having your shop open means anyone can walk in. C'mon." Damion crossed his arms over his chest, watching the other Dou
Snarling he stalked out from behind his counter and walked toward the door. "If the shop is closed there should not be customers in it." he said looking at Chieko
Chieko waved her hands, sweatdropping* ".....Fine... I'll go..." She sighed, having tried to be nice, and left, dejected
Damion hopped up on the counter, yellow eyes watching
"I didn�t say you could sit on my counter" he said quietly as he locked the door and turned the sign to closed
Damion didn't get off the counter, and he motioned for Sebastian to come closer "....Come here."
The alchemist turned and looked at the wolf. "You are still on my counter....I don�t need puppy fur in my things."
"I don't shed. ...Well, clothes maybe..." Ah, the old dirty joke trick. He kept motioning for Seb to come closer, smiling, his tail waving softly
"Like anyone wants to see your a** naked." he walked back toward the counter but stayed out of arms reach of Damion
Despite being out of arms Reach, Seb wasn't out of tails reach, and the huge soft tail gently batted against Seb's arm "Mmmm, insults. They're lacking the sting you assaulted me with the first time, Sebastian."
He batted at the fluffy appendage. "Last time i checked you hated my insults." He smirked.
"I admire how much they stung." He chuckled, bapping at Sebastian with the tail again
Grabbing the tail he raised a brow. "them perhaps you would rather I go back to calling you a cur?"
"Oh, now that I know you're all mopey, how much less it will hurt." he used the grab to try and yank Seb towards him
Sebastian took a step forward but stayed out of arms reach still. "I am not mopey."
"Today you are. Tell me what's wrong." He used the tail to keep up the attack, smiling softly. He didn't hit Seb in the face, just the upper arms and torso
Snarling he grabed hte tail with both hands and tugged on it. "Stop that!" he snapped. "I told you, it is nothing"
Damion yanked Sebby towards him again, though he winced at how his ribs protested "I don't believe what you�re telling me."
Stumbling Sebastian ended up with one hand on the counter beside Damion and looked up at him. "Well then perhaps you should."
Damion rested his hands on Sebastian's shoulders, watching him intently "...Why should I believe lies." He frowned "Why would you lie to me?"
"Because I don�t feel like talking about it." he said quietly. He really didn�t feel like fighting with the other man, it just wasn�t worth it.
"....Fine." His voice softened, and he just rubbed Sebastian's shoulders, pulling the other Dou closer gently. "What should we talk about then?"
"About why you smell like mint." He sniffed. Had Chie been putting something on him? or was Sebastian just going nuts?
"I rolled in a patch of mint just before we came." He pulled Sebby closer, and rested his blonde head agianst his chest "....Didn't help, but it smelled good."
He sniffed, he liked mint, it was calming. "Mint is not a painkiller, what ever gave you the idea it would help?"
"....It smelled good." He petted the back of Sebastian's head, letting Sebastian relaz there. Oh yes, he'd crack soon, Dai just knew it
"So you rolled in it when you were in pain cause it smelt good?"
"....Yep." He kept petting
"I am not a dog, why are you petting me?" he looked up, though only one of his eyes was visible
"Because you like it." He said with certainty
"who said i liked it?" he grumbled
"You haven't pulled away." He chuckled
He huffed and glared up at Damion through his bangs. "I hate you..."
"Yeah yeah.... I'm diein' on the inside...." He smirked, and kept petting, his other hand rubbing Sebastian�s back
"Damn dog." He had realized slightly but not completely.
"Damn smelly boy." He just kept petting, letting Sebastian relax in his own time
"I dont smell....well unless you count lavender." He had spilt a bottle of the oil on himself and knew that is all he could smell like.
"I didn't say it was a bad smell." Snickers, moving to hug Sebastian
"Why are you being nice?"
"Do you want me to be mean?"
"I suspect things when people who usually snap at me are being nice."
"I'm not completly evil."
"close enough..." he grumbled ."you didnt answer me"
"Which one?" The feral Dou looked down at Sebastian, still petting his back
"the why you are being nice one"
"Ahhhh.... you have been nice to me." He nodded, and flicked his tail
"Thought i was mean?"he smirked
"You gave me painkillers. That's pretty nice."
"I am not enough of a b*****d to let someone crawl into my shop and let them suffer"
".....Funny, I thought you would be." He snickered, gently dragging his nails through Seb's hair
He leaned into the touch slightly. "Most people do, keeps people from crawling in"
Damion chuckled softly, still dragging his nails through Seb's hair ".....I know how that is."
"Ahh...so you are pissy to keep people from talking to you?" he blinked, silver eyes glinting.
".....Well... I don't know how to handle people. .......I've been alone for so long...."
"This is why being aloen is not recomended."
".....It was the only way I knew." He gently played with Seb's hair "...Are you feeling better?"
"slightly..." he mumbled. "If you are use to being alone then you need friends. Maybe you wont be so pissy."
"Is that YOUR problem?" He poked Seb's cheek gently
"No, as a matter of fact it is not...." he paused. "The oposite in fact."
"Oh?" He inquired, watching Seb
"yes..." no other information was forthcomming
"I see...." He rubbed Seb's back more, trying to make him feel better
"humf..."
Hugged him back gently
"damn dog..." me muttered
Damion chuckled softly, and shook his head
"what?"
"You're relaxing."
"and?"
"It's good to see."
"Why do you care?" He turned his head and reguarded Damion
"......You have helped me, I've now helped you. That makes us friends."
"does it? Usually my friends buy me pastries."
"....Do I look like I have money?"
"....no" from his tone it was not obvious if that was an insult or just a fact
"Well then." He smirks down at Seb
"Then you sould get some and get me pastries."
"Feh! Maybe later." He chuckled softly
"So you should get me some before you make assumptions"
"....." Damion looked down at Seb, to see if he was actually serious about this pastry thing
he was grinning and looking up at the feral Dou.
He laughed, and went to slide off the counter, now bumping into Seb with his leather clad hips to get him to move
he moved and let Damion get off the counter. "Finally...took you long enough to get your furry a** off there"
"You want my furry a**." He chuckled, and rubbed his tummy gently
"I can get better things than you furry a**." he snipped.
"Well then go get him." He mocked Sebastian's tone
Sebastian hissed, that seemed to strike a nerve somewhere. "I dont need to go get anyone, i am just fine alone"
"You're not alone now, so now you just need to get used to it." He chuckled softly
He glared at Damion. "I really hate you"
Damion grinned at him sexily, and winked
"Don't do that. Makes you look like, well more of a whore than thoes pants do."
"Who cares what I look like? It's not like I am a whore."
"But if you look like one then people are going to mistake you for one." He grinned
"They can try and do somethin' about it, they won't get anywhere."
"....they would probably get your teeth in their a**."
"Just my foot." He snickers
He snickered. "foot teeth, still painful"
His tummy suddenly rumbled, as if just remembering he was hungry
He raised a brow. "Someone's hungry"
"....I haven't been lately, cuz of the pain...."
"That is why you should eat whether you are hungry or not."
"......It's hard to keep food down."
"ahhhh...." he grinned. "This is why you suck it up and get painkillers"
".....Bah, what fun is that."
"lots"
"Bah!"
"it is"
"If yo usay so." He smirks
"i do"
"So.... now what?"
"Well i said you owed me pastries, but you dont have money."
"Well then, that's over with."
Turning he walked around behind the counter and dug under the counter. He reappeared with what looked like a cresent roll. "Yes, problem solved sorta"
"....How old is that?" He sniffed, ears perking
"I got it this morning." He bit into the end, revealing that it was stuffed with a fruity filling.
Damion moved closer, sniffing "....What is that filling?"
"Strawberry jelly." he licked a bit off his lips
"....Is it actual strawberries?" He sniffed more, ears perking harder
".....yess...."
"Can I have a bite?"
he took another bite. "Why should i give you some?"
".....Bah."
"not an answer"
"How would I know why you would give me one? That's up to you."
"Good answer." he took another bite. He really did like strawberry. "But you should give me a better answer....at least if you want some"
"Because if you don't give me some, I'll get Chieko back here?"
"So?"
"I'll tell her you have a crush on her?"
".......that is a lie and she would know it."
"......You're right, she's not completely stupid."
He grinned
".........Share with me?"
"Say please."
"......Please."
"Good boy." He broke off the end of the pastry. "Now you can have a treat"
"....Don't treat me like a dog." ears laid back, instantly, good humor gone
"Well you are one. Want it or not?" he held out the pastry
"I'm a wolf. It's not the same."
"Canine...same difference"
".....It is very different." His body tensed again
"Well if you don�t want the pastry I will eat it."
"....Go ahead."
"Damion......"
"I'm not hungry anymore."
"Eat the goddamn pastry!"
"No."
"eat it."
"Bite me."
"I will if you don�t eat it"
"Oh, I'm so afraid."
"Look i am trying to be nice, eat the ******** pastrie, it will make you feel better" he snipped
"Fine, whatever." He snatched the pastry, and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it whole.
"That was so not eating it." he took another bite out of his half. "That was scarfing"
'SO?!"
"Don�t scream!"
"It wasn't screaming!"
"You still are. What the ******** brought that on."
".....Don't call me a dog."
"So calling you a dog gets you riled up does it?"
"......" *Damion watched him, carefully*
"There a reason for that?" he peered at the wolf
"I'm a wolf. Not a dog. Not a pet."
"Someone treat you like a pet before?"
"......That doesn't matter."
"Yes it does..." He walked back around the counter toward Damion.
".....It doesn't matter here."
"Really? If it didn�t matter then it wouldn�t bother you"
"It needs to be dropped."
"Its not getting dropped."
The feral went completely silent
"Well, see where it gets me when i try to be nice." He popped the last of his pastry into his mouth. "This is why i am a b*****d"
"It's the exact same that I got." He snorted, arms still crossed over his chest
"So does that mean....." He reached out and scratched behind the wolfs ears. "...that i have to pet you to make you talk?"
Damion moved his head away "......that's not needed."
"Then are you going to talk?"
"Nope."
"why not?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"And I didn�t want to be nice to you either, but i am being."
"Then be nice and let it drop."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to talk about it!"
"Whatever." He shrugged and turned back to his counter.
"....Thanks."
"I will get it out of you one day.....mark my words." He wouldn�t admit it, but he had a feeling he and the wolf had something in common
"So be it." He was tired, and getting hungrier
"I don�t feel like standing around in my shop if I am closed..." He stalked toward the door.
"....Are you angry with me?"
"....i don�t like not knowing things." His voice had returned to normal, slightly snarky and a little pissy
"......It's something personal, Sebastian."
"I know what you mean..." he said quietly as he unlocked the door.
Damion walks over to him, and rubbed his back gently ".....It's good to see you feeling better."
"Oh, give it five minuets. I will be pissy again." He grinned and pushed open the door.
He snickered, and stepped out of the door
Sebastian followed and locked the roor behind him. "No snickering."
"Fiiine. So, now what?"
"Now, I am going home...follow if you want." He shrugged. His brain was drained after the almost argument with Damion.
"....I should head back, the pain will be back soon..."
"....." He paused for a moment. "I have more of the painkillers at my home."
"Are you trying ot take me home with you...?" He chuckled softly
"Like i need a ..... never mind..." He shook his head. "Do you want the painkillers or now"
"Yes.... I'll come home with you." He snickered softly
Sebastian rolled his eyes and stared down the street to the exit of the city near the forest
"...." Damion rested a hand on Sebastian's shoulder as they walked
He resisted the urge to shrug Damion�s hand off and stalked down the street. Most people there were used to the green clad man stalking down the street and screeching at anyone in his way so they cleared the path quickly;
Damion followed, his tail wagging a little as they walked. He was tired, and he honestly couldn't wait to lay down
"This might take a moment....." Sebastian usually didn�t warm people that his home was not, well near the city. "Ever been through the forest before?"
"Only the forest near Chieko's home." He kept walking. He was unafraid, as he was a forest creature
"Ahh....well we have to go through this one to get to my home." He waved a hand at the forest that loomed over the eastern end of the city
Damion nodded a bit, still walking "Alright then."
As he had said the treck through the forest did take a while, it was not a small track of woods. Eventually the trees broke onto farm fields and off in the distance a single house sitting under the shade of a giant Oak.
By the time they reach the end, he's panting, in pain, and groaning softly
"You reall should get that looked at by a healer, painkillers wont work forever"
"....Hex gave me some stuff for it..."
"Hex?"
"A Dou interested in Vooodoo and hexes."
"ahh..." He hadent met this Hex yet. "Intresting sounding."
"He is very interesting."
"I would assume so, though from what i have learned hexes can come back to haunt you later."
"Makes sense. Bad karma, and all..."
"Yes, bad karma and alll." That was partially why he didn�t like dealing with the idiots who wanted to poison their families.
Damion nodded, looking for a place to lay down. He was starting to pant, his tail tucked between his legs
Sebastian unlocked the door to his house and motioned Damion in. Thankfully there was a couch in view. "Lay down there...." He shut the door and headed out of the room, presumably for the painkillers
Damion happily collapsed onto the couch, groaning deeply
The Alchemist appeared soon again with the familiar painkillers. "This should be better, thicker formula, should last longer." he handed the bottle to Damion
"D-Do you have anything to help with the healing...?" He drank it, quickly, shuddering
"if you tell me exactly what is hurt, i could make something."
"M-My ribs.... and my back..." *He went to pull off his shirt, showing deep bruising under the fur*
"humm......." Disappearing from the room again Damion could hear Sebastian rummaging around in another room before he appeared again. "This should do it"
Damion was laying on the couch, groaning weakly, his eyes closed
"This would do it...but it has to be absorbed through the skin, so your fur will get, well nasty in the process." He shrugged and held a clay jar in his hands
"F-Fine...." He reached down to start taking off the bandages, still breathing hard
Breaking the seal on the jar Sebastian kneeled down by the couch and dipped his fingers into the salve. "This is going to be cold for a second." He gave Damion warning before he touched him with the cold stuff.
Damion lifted his arms to allow better access to Sebastian, which also causes his pecks to flex
Completely ignoring Damion�s muscles Sebastian rubbed the salve into the wolf. He had to use more than normal, thanks to the fur, but it seemed to be working. After it had been there for a moment it started to heat, which dulled the pain in the bruises
Damion let out a long soft sigh, before he turned around to allow Seb to put it on his back
"Working?"
".....Yes......." His eyes were drifting shut
"good" He liked knowing his things worked, then again he knew this one worked on normal people, but knowing it worked on furred ones also was even better
Damion let out a long, happy groan, his tail wagging a little bit as he rested his hands on the couch, the fact the pain was gone was making him slip into a sleepy state
"I am going to end up with a wolf asleep on my couch.." he mumbled softly
"Yep..." He responded quietly, tail still wagging
"Wonderful, dont chew on the pillows."
"....I won't..." Growls, though not dangerously
"Good" he snickered and finished rubbing the salve onto the wolf. "Now just sit there and let it work"
Damion nodded, and stayed still, not wanting to get the salve on the couch
"I have things to do...you are more than welcome to sleep here and let that soak in." he stood up and went to reseal the jar
"....Thanks, Sebastian...." He smiled up at him weakly, before moving to lay down
"no problem"
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