CoR Idle hands bring forth shenanigans [Alysa and Sebastion]

Faithy

Faithy

Cinnamon Roll of Doom
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Location
Local club in Scion [uncontested (thus far) area]
Alysa had seriously thought about returning to the Rusty Nail again to cause shenanigans, but didn't want to run into Rhetta again. There was something crazy about that Bloodstone and she reminded her of a smaller female Jason, which wasn't a pleasant thought. After a few minutes of flopping around in her bed, she slid to her feet, grabbed a towel, and moved into the bathroom to shower. Once she was cleaned from head to toe, Alysa slipped out and wandered around the bathroom in her towel. She started fixing her hair after drying it and did up her makeup so she looked mighty sexy.

“Fuck it, I think it’s time to go find some fun at a new club.” Smiling at herself, she dropped her towel into the hamper before slipping on a pair of matching lacey black undergarments. Alysa pulled on a pair of black stockings with garters connecting them to her panties for a bit of additional sexual appeal. It was immense fun teasing everyone and she was feeling particularly fiesty. She added a tight-fitting, curve-flattering black strapless dress that barely covered her lower half before finishing up with a pair of stilettos. Nodding, she grabbed her tiny black purse, sliding the strap over her shoulder. Ensuring her phone and keys were in the handbag, she headed out of the apartment, locking the door before she caught a cab to the club. Stepping out after they reached her destination, she paid the cabbie and stalked inside the building, heading for the counter to get something to start her night.

The club wasn't anything special, but the music they played was popular with the patrons as was the DJ. There was a huge dance floor and an upstairs where others could mingle and watch people dancing. She ordered a whiskey on the rocks and after drinking it down, headed off to the dance floor. She was also on the lookout for someone dealing drugs because she not only wanted to get drunk tonight, but she wanted to get high as well. After everything that happened with the Scions, Alysa wanted to clear her mind. Or make it a fuzzy mess or both. Yeah, both. Sweeping her red hair over her shoulders, she cocked her head to the side to catch the music before starting to actually dance
 
Sebastion had already been there for several hours and now was sitting on one of the leather couches by the bar. He was flirting with a pair of individuals, and looked quite drunk. One of his companions, a very good looking male, tried pulling him to his feet.

"No nooo~ I've danced too much this evening~ I need to sit for a moment or until the world stops spinning." Sebastion laughed. The male pouted, but the female stood up and grabbed his hand and started to lead him to the dance floor. "Well, when you're done being a tease, Sebastion, come join us~" She smiled at him, before dragging the other to dance.

Sebastion's mask fell after that, tiredness clear on his face. He wanted to be here as much as he wanted to be with his father. Not at all. But, his father's wrath would be more of a problem should it came down to it. He sipped the whiskey that had barely gotten him buzzed at this point, and closed his eyes with a sigh.

"What a wonderful fucking life of a caged bird.." He muttered.
 
As she danced between the bodies, ignoring the hands that roamed along her body, the minx stole a drink from someone nearby and finished it off in a few gulps. The beat of the music seeped into her bones and for a few minutes the world wasn't as harsh as it usually seemed. Maybe the destruction of the Scions meant she could have a real life.

"Hmm... a life without pain or fear. Yeah, that'd be great." She murmured softly, happily taking another drink that had been offered by some desperate guy. Briefly dancing with him, her gaze drifted across the mass of slightly blurry forms.

"Is that..." Pushing away from the very grabby male, Alysa started toward the leather couch where a very familiar white hair male was seated. So, he wasn't at the warehouse after all. Her entire body tensed up when the same male that had been dancing with her grabbed a hold of her arm. His fingers dug into her arm and she just grinned at him.

"Harder. Grab me harder." She whispered, leaning into him before ramming a knee into his groin. Alysa sauntered off as he dropped down to his knees, not feeling sorry for him at all. Snorting, she moved to the couches and flopped down beside Sebastion, her purse landing in her lap.

"Fancy meeting you here."
 
The white haired man had no notice that someone was heading his way until the last moment. It wasn't enough to save him from the couch though. The force in which she flopped damn near sent him flying to his feet, splashing his drink on his lap. Brows furrowed in agitation, he glared at the woman for a brief moment before recognition hit him.

His father would kill him if he associated with the Scion now. Before, it had been his job to woo them. Now? The name Scions of Aodhan is a pariah in the business world. But perhaps Sebastion had a death wish.

"Ah." He simply said before leaning back and closing his eyes again, this time placing the cool glass on his forehead. "So you survived. Fancy that."
 
Oops, she hadn't meant to sit down hard enough to make him spill his drink. Feeling guilty, she reached into her purse and dug around for something to help. But, nothing was in there and she just sighed heavily and leaned back against the cushion before glancing at him at his comment. He seemed different from before and she watched him closely before shrugging slightly.

"Mm, yep. I'm not sure why you're surprised, though. I'm a survivor and I'm free for the first time ever." Closing her eyes for a minute, Alysa sighed and rubbed her nose briefly.

"It was pretty nasty from what I was told, but I'm oddly not sad. I'm happy to see you still breathing, Sebastion. I missed your uniqueness." He had been the only one to treat her with dignity and respect.
 
He gave a soft laugh, that sounded like dark velvet. "Oh ho ho. More than nasty. I'm pretty sure they're still looking for pieces of your adoptive father." He said, peeking through one eyelid towards her. His ruby hue glowed slightly as he looked her up and down for a moment.

"At least you're free. Makes for one of us, at any rate." He stated, his tone genuine. "I am surprised to see you're still in Lutetia though. I'd imagine if you were free from his grasp, you'd escape the city as soon as you could. I'm sure the Bloodstones wouldn't think twice doing the same to you as they did your father if they catch your scent." He said.

"I wouldn't be here if I could help it." He admitted. He was quiet for a moment, pondering her last statement. "I'm not unique, dear. Nor am I worth worrying over. You should be with the other free spirits over there." He pointed with his drink hand towards the dance floor before taking a sip.
 
If there was anything she was sad about, it was not being able to see Rowan's face when the destruction happened. Was there fear in his eyes? Did he try and escape? She hoped he suffered. It wasn't lost on her just how horrible both of her father's had been. Shaking off that thought, Alysa rubbed her forehead with the tips of her fingers and felt sad for Sebastion. She found herself wishing she could free him too.

"I don't have anywhere to go, Sebastion. My only friend had to be killed and well, my family is gone. I won't lie though, I do fear being found by the Bloodstones. I already ran across one by accident, so now I've got to be even more careful. They won't come here though. They took a hard hit too." She briefly leaned against him, looking out at the dancers at his motion.

"You're worth worrying about in my eyes. You're the only one that really treated me like a person and not like a tool. You don't know how much that meant to me. Let me help you, Sebastion. How can I free you too?"
 
He snorted. "You don't need anyone. Pick up and go. Live your life, start anew. Find some lover in Iveria. Head to Aanar and find some peaceful village and collect cats. You are free, little bird. The only one who is clipping your wings now is yourself." He stated. "Need the money? I will personally finance for you a ticket to leave. But even then, it is better to walk out of this city alive and to live your life than stay stuck where you're at and live in fear."

He sat up and leaned against his knees with a groan. "I'm not worth worrying about, dove. Trust me, I would know. I can't be freed, especially not now." He turned to look at her directly. "And if you're smart, you'll heed the warning and take my advice." It wasn't a threat, but it was a warning for her. Bloodstones were her primary problem for now, but if she decided to interfere with his father? She would have no where to run then.
 
It still amazed her just how he had a way with words. Maybe he was right. It wouldn't be that hard to leave the memories behind and start fresh, but there was a fear of the unknown. Then again she also feared being found by the dirty Bloodstones. She supposed It all came down to which scared her more. Dropping her hands down into her lap, Alysa turned a bit more to face him, one long leg crossing over the other.

"Oh, Sebastion..." Alysa smiled faintly at his offer to finance her way out of the city. Why was he so kind to her? She patted his knee before sweeping her red hair over her shoulders.

"As much as I'd love to take you up on that offer since I am struggling, I couldn't ask that from you. You're a sweetheart though and I wish you'd let me help you as much as you're willing to help me. Run away with me? You mentioned doing that before, so why not?" Well, that wasn't the exact wording he had used, but why not?

"We can start a new life where no one knows us."
 
He flinched slightly as she touched him, having to force himself from pulling away completely. "When your father died, the leash around my neck tightened." He said quietly. "It isn't a matter of letting you help. It is a matter of you cannot help. It is futile, and even discussing this with you is a risk to your own skin." His words were a bit more harsh than he had intended, but she was not listening.

He pulled out his wallet, then pulled out several hundred dollar bills and handed it over to her. "I cannot go with you. My wings are clipped, and my cage is locked. My father doesn't let his pets out without purpose." He grumbled, his mask slipping further.

He turned to look around the back of the club where a very large man sat with several ladies flirting with him. Occasionally he'd look over in Sebastion's direction. But so far he didn't seem bothered. This was a good thing.
 
Upon seeing his flinch, Alysa dropped her hand away from his knee. He was so different than last time, more standoffish. Had something happened to him because of Rowan's death? Her head tilted just a little and frowned when his words confirmed her suspicions. Well, some of them at least. Damn, she wished she had more to drink. This was getting tense for such a fun environment and she huffed lightly.

"I'm sorry, Sebastion. I truly just wanted to help, but I'll stop if it will potentially cause you more trouble. Don't worry about me, I've got nine lives so to speak." Alysa flashed him a grin even as he handed her money. She felt the smile dimming almost immediately and even though she didn't want to, she put the bills into her purse.

"You may not think so, but you changed my perspective on things after our first meeting. I'll forever be grateful for you taking me for food and dancing. Speaking of that..." She grinned mischievously and leaned closer to him.

"Just what did happen that night you sent me to get your coat? I never understood why you did that. It's not like I've never seen violence before. My whole life has been about violence. Hell, I don't even know how to live a life without that being a part of it. What do normal people do? Could you imagine me in a house with a white picket fence, a loving husband and kids? I used to dream about that life when I was young and naive. People like me aren't allowed that dream, Sebastion..." She squeezed her fingers against her purse, jaw clenching tightly.
 
He clenched his jaw slightly, his ruby eyes on the man with one eye in the back. "It isn't you in particular that is causing me issue, Dove." He said quietly, tapping his heel on the floor impatiently. He seemed tense, like a spring ready to be let loose. When she leaned towards him, his knuckles grew white around his glass.

"I never like it when people see me as a violent person." He said. "I don't like it when I have to be violent. I never have. I sent you away so you didn't have to see me like that. It had little to do with your sensibilities and more that I don't need one more person looking at me like I am some monster." He said, his eyes glowing slightly.

He turned to look at her. "You weren't allowed to dream. Now you can. Of happier days. Yes, I can imagine you in a house with a white picket fence. I can see you own a shop and sell tea. I can see you smiling on some beach somewhere." The velvet left his voice slowly. "You can and you should." He stood up and started for the back door, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket.
 
Her left brow arched slightly at not just his comment, but mannerisms as well. Was he being watched? He did mention his father and being caged. Just in case she was correct in her assumptions, Alysa leaned back and looked briefly to the ceiling. Even if she told him that he wasn't a monster to her, would he believe her? She only thought of a few in her life as being monsters and no matter what, he didn't fit that. Still... she couldn't just change his mind, but the stubborn female wanted to try.

"I don't think I'd see you as a monster, but it's not like we can turn back time. Plus, you'll always have your own thoughts on the matter, so it's a moot point. I was just curious." Shrugging, she did her best to keep from patting his knee again.

Though, at his words, her cheeks grew hot and she knew without looking that she was blushing. Was he right? She briefly imagined her on a beach and also selling tea. Was it really within her grasp? Snapping out of her thoughts when he stood up and moved for the backdoor, she sat for a second before sliding up to her feet to follow.

"At least let me ... oh." It dawned on her just why he was probably so stiff around her. She was a Scion and there were a lot of people that knew it. There might as well be a fucking sign above her head with an arrow pointing.

"Would it be less dangerous for you if I just pretend to be buying from you? Tell me how to make this better for you, Sebastion... let me help."
 
The man lit a cigarette outside and inhaled it slowly. Once Alysa was outside, he slammed the door shut completely and they were alone in the alley with nothing but the thumping of the music from the inside interrupting them. He leaned against the wall and looked up to the sky.

"I've got nothing to sell. Nothing you could afford anyway, and I've no rights to sell it anyway. You'd have to discuss that with my father, and have more money than what I slipped you for a chance at that." He said quietly. His eyes were still glowing, red rubies in the dark with the glowing cherry of his cigarette. He blew out the smoke in a huff.

"We've got about 5 to 10 minutes before the guard dog begins to wonder where I went off to and starts sniffing around." He warned. "I'm not who you think I am. You think of me how I made you think of me: A suave, silver tongued talker that treated you with more decency and respect than anyone else you've ever known. I treated you to a dinner, some drinks, protected you from men that wanted to take advantage of you, only to end up in your bed for one night." He took another long drag from his cig, turning his red hues to the Scion beside him.

"What you don't know, is that is my job. What I am made to do." He said, pulling no punches from the blow. "I was sent to get as close to Rowan as I possibly could, to get a foothold in his enterprise for my father. And I found you. I used you so I could get to your father." He growled. "That is what my father claims is my only purpose in life. The only good I am for. The only reason he.. Graciously allows me to continue to exist. So tell me now, Alysa. Knowing a bit more of what monster I am, the one who devours the innocence and needs of those who are abused and neglected for my father's selfish needs, are you still willing to try to risk your life to try to help me at all?"

Every word grew crueler and crueler until it dripped with all the self hatred he had for himself. He glared down at her, the shadows covering his face and giving him an eerie look with his glowing red eyes. He did not look anything like the man she'd known before. This was the true mask off, and she was staring at all the anger, the pain, the anguish this man had for everything.
 
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Despite being used to loud noises, Alysa jumped when the door was slammed shut. Fucking hell! Her gaze shifted toward him and as he smoked, she just studied him. The redhead wasn't sure why this was bothering her so much. He was probably the other person beyond Cat that she truly cared about. It was a very foreign concept to her and maybe it was pointless. After all, she had been forced to kill her bestie and it was her fault. Shaking off her mental struggles, she merely shrugged when told she'd have to not only talk to her father about buying drugs, but have a lot more money.

"I don't actually want to buy from you or your father... that wasn't my point." Squeezing the bridge of her nose, she flushed again but this time for a whole other reason. His words cut deep and surprisingly hurt her. Of course it made sense but it still brused her ego.

Did she even have any relationships that weren't based on someone using the other? The more she thought about it, the more she realized that everything every day was just fake. Frowning at Sebastion, at how cruel his words were, Alysa wondered if he was trying to hurt her to redirect his own feelings. Damn, her head hurt so much with all these thoughts.

"So, you're a liar just like everyone else. You're not the first person that's used me, Sebastion. What do you think Rowan did from the moment he took me in. I don't even care that you were using me because I'm pathetic enough to believe those sweet musings you said to me that night. I felt safe with you and it's stupid and pointless. Tell me..." She paused, turning to look at him, arms crossed against her chest.

"The shit you said inside just a bit ago, did you actually mean it or were you just blowing more smoke up my ass?" She needed to know the answer to that before assessing just how much of a monster he was and her final feelings on the matter. Though, she did know one thing for sure.

"I still want to help you. No one should live like you're being forced to live."
 
He listened to her, the smoke rising over his face to give him more a demonic look as he took another drag of his cigarette.

"You're not stupid, Alysa. You wouldn't be alive now if you were stupid. You were desperate. Desperate to find love in any form that came to you, even if it came in the form of a monster dressed like a white knight."

His gaze grew sad and he was silent for a long while as he pondered how to answer her question. He looked away, back towards the sky. "Yes. I meant those things." He said quietly. "While I have used people and taken from them, I never wish them to be caged. You're free to make this life your own. You should live the life you would want to live."

To her last statement he scoffed, a plume of smoke billowing from his nose and mouth at the gesture. He threw the remaining bit of the cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his foot. "Then you're a fool. You will lose your life if you try. I am not worth anyone losing their lives over. Haven't I taken enough of you? Go. Heed my warnings, flee the city. Start your life."

He simply just remained leaning against the wall his eyes closed. He knew his father's guard would be coming around no matter what. And that the punishment was always the same if he had to come get Sebastion.
 
Maybe Sebastion was right in that she had just been desperate and not stupid. Or maybe it was a little bit of both. The rest of the Scions called her stupid as did Cat, so maybe it was a bit of both. She did enjoy that night all things considered. Sighing, she leaned back against the wall, her eyes studying him intently. The silence stretched out between them and it was only when he finally answered that her chest loosened.

"I was once told I'd never be free, so this is so alien to me. I just can't walk away and ignore someone else that's caged up like this." The last bit was murmured softer then she meant and even though she spoke the truth, Alysa knew that it was all for naught.

Musing on his final words, she sighed and pushed off the wall again. He was worth it to her, especially when he got that sad look, but he was probably right. She would end up dead and he would remain with his wings clipped. She just wasn't strong enough to save him.

"I'm sorry, Sebastion. I wish my happily ever after included you also being free, but I'm too weak. But... you never took anything from me that I wasn't willing to let you have. I'll let you get back inside. How about a parting kiss though? Just to remember you by."
 
He sighed softly and slowly lifted himself off the wall and slowly walked towards her. His eyes were still glowing, his face still obscured by the shadows. He leaned forward slowly, never letting his gaze leave hers before he left a kiss on the top of her head.

"Run. Forget me, everything about me and run. While you still can, little Dove." He growled.
 
God, why wasn't she strong enough to save him. At that very moment if she had been given a chance, she probably would have given anything to make things different for Sebastion. Smiling sadly as he finally pushed off the wall and moved over to her, Alysa could have sworn her heart was breaking over the injustice of it all.

Not breaking contact with him until he kissed the top of her forehead, Alysa gave him a very brief hug and stepped back. Smiling wistfully at his words, emerald eyes welling up with tears, she finally managed to nod.

"I'll run... but you're nuts if you think I'll ever forget you, Sebastion. Go on... get back inside." She swept her hair over her shoulders once again and pulled out her phone to call a cab. The thought of dancing and partying no longer sat well with her.
 
He physically flinched as she hugged him, not returning the gesture. He backed away and merely leaned against the wall again, closing his eyes. There was no way to head in from the alley side.

However, just as predicted, his father's guard dog burst through the door. He was a very large man, muscular in tone and looked as though he'd fought his entire life. He turned and looked at Alyssa with a sneer.

"Oi, fuck face. Leave her be, she was just out here for a smoke." Sebastion said. The guard's head whipped around to find his target. Sebastion had already pulled another cigarette out and had lit it, puffing smoke into the air.

The large man moved over to Sebastion. "'ow many times I gotta tell ye not to leave me sight?" He growled at Sebastion, aiming a punch to the gut. The white haired man doubled over slightly in pain.

"S-sorry.. Must have slipped out w-when you were looking at me with your right eye.." He wheezed, but made no indication to resist. The large man had no right eye.

"Smart ass tonight, eh? I'm gonna enjoy this." The large man cracked his knuckles.
 
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