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ᴋɪʟʟɪᴀɴ ᴊᴏɴᴇs | CAPTAIN HOOK ([personal profile] vampiracy) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-07-22 11:25 pm

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ, ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴡɴ.

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Sʏʟᴀʀ.
If he's honest, he doesn't exactly like being an errand boy for the nest. He knows that it's best to stay in the fold instead of break out of it, and his sire is quick to breathe down his neck if he's gone too long. That's why he's back in town, and picking up duties that he's neglected for a few months. He won't keep his seat if he keeps on that way, and he's determined not to lose his standing.

He has plans, and falling through the ranks is not going to get him there.

So when the topic of paying a new contract was raised, he offered to nail down the dirty details. If he's honest he's curious about this meta human they've hired to clean up messes left behind. The pirate honestly would rather his kind not leave a mess to be cleaned, but that's not a battle he's like to win today.

He helps himself into the shop, glancing around with at least a vague curiosity before he tings a bell hoping for attention. The man that answers seems rather ordinary, and Killian gives a smile that has too much teeth to be particularly warm. "Looking for the fellow that owns this place," he says, tone friendly enough.

ᴛʜᴇ Jᴏʟʟʏ Rᴏɢᴇʀ, ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ.
He's done a lot of running around since he's arrived back from his travels. He's invited a few of his friends round to his bar to check in with them, with a back room open for only those that have been specifically welcomed.

That doesn't mean that the place is closed to everyone else, though; it's a popular enough pub, and the prices are fairly low for a person that wants to get pissed and doesn't care too much about how fancy the drinks they're taking happen to be.

He's usually in the back, but, on occasion he can be found at the pool table. Who says you can't scrub your own patrons? If you manage to beat him, he might even get you a drink.

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Tɪɴᴋᴇʀ Bᴇʟʟ.
( it's a bit odd, isn't it, for a vampire to stay in? he supposes that's true enough, and he's out plenty of nights. and days, his ring grants him freedom most can't boast. still, even if he doesn't sleep particularly long hours, tonight he's in on his own, and there's a bit of relief in that.

it seems every time he comes back to London, a timer sets in his feet that demands he leave again. he can't keep picking up and moving where the wind blows, there are things that demand his attention here and he knows that the longer he spends away, the more he'll lose control. his sire is unhappy for how long he's been gone, things are shifting out of place and he'll never stay on top of it if he doesn't stay still.

if he's honest — and he never is, especially not with himself — the emptiness clings, whether he's in London or halfway across the world.

he doesn't expect much of the evening. it's dark and befitting of what he is, now, and he's nursing a bottle to try and get to at least a mild buzz. there might be a furry gray creature nestled on his chest, and since he's alone he'll even run a few doting touches over soft features as the demonic thing purrs with utter contentment. )


I used to be a bloody pirate captain, you know. ( the cat doesn't answer his bitter musings of spending his nights petting a cat and watching terrible television considering his epic past, she just tucks her face into her paws and purrs more. if the cat is meant to be frightened of him, either for his villainous past or his current state of undead, she must have missed that memo. he pretends he doesn't dote on the cat, but when he's alone, it's hard not to.

she'll go home soon enough, he's not sure when; just that when she does the place will seem even more vacant than usual. it's like he's forgotten how to make a place feel like home. then again, did he ever really know how to do that? )
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[personal profile] trybelieving 2015-07-26 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's never much of a solid timeframe when she leaves Pixie with Killian. She thinks he might like having someone with him, no matter how much he refuses to admit to it. The kitten is a nuisance, a terror, all sorts of negative things until she leaves him alone with it. Then, Tink suspects that he might show her some kindness. When the fairy returns, the kitten expects affection he no longer gives, and while she feels sorry for the poor thing, she makes up for it with affection of her own - to less interest than Killian must get when he offers the same. The kitten has her favorite, but she can't say she's bothered by it.

Isn't the point of leaving her with him so that he'll have something to take care of while she's not around? For all his grumbling, he's never fought her on it. She comes and goes and leaves him with a friendly little pile of fluff, and it's some kind of assurance for him. For all of her time spent in the Other Realm, she'll always come back. He knows she will; she leaves the kitten.

Pixie is a new reminder of the fairy, though. She's young and small, a bit needier than Tink was expecting. When she lets herself in, she's excited to see how the little cat has grown, and while she's sure he's aware of her presence before she gets too close, she moves quickly though the place to get to the two of them.]


Killian?
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[personal profile] trybelieving 2015-07-28 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ It must be the cat she comes to see, not the man with all of that kitten fluff streaked across his shirt.

There's always a lingering sense of guilt when she reunites with him in this world. As hard as she works to be a good fairy, she has her secrets, and he's one of them. It's not all that unfair to her, she's certainly never dreamed of anything more than whatever this may be, but Killian deserves better. He must miss the things she'll never give him, and it's not necessarily by choice. Things would be much simpler if he was still a human, or if she wasn't a fairy. Her kind doesn't think highly of his, and most would consider it a miracle he hasn't made a meal out of her.

She's always been one to take risks, and he never feels like much of one. Get to know someone on and off for centuries, and it's hard to see them for what creature they identify with. He's Killian to her now.]


Can't even watch a kitten without being greedy about it, can you? [He's not asking for anything she wasn't planning to give. She greets him with the warmth of her touch, fingers reaching up to brush against the back of his neck, lifting herself on the tips of her toes to meet him in a kiss. It would've been smarter to wear heels tonight, but she finds her balance easily and pays her toll with a few extra moments of affection thrown in there. Then she reaches for the kitten - the one who doesn't seem too happy to be pulled away from her favorite person when she was having a lovely little nap. Out of the two of them, the vampire missed her more.] How was our girl?
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[personal profile] trybelieving 2015-08-02 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
They must have thought she was adorable. [They were looking at Pixie, not at the man carrying a small kitten with him. She shrugs, ignoring the unhappy whimpers of her kitten in favor of gently stroking her fur, free hand reaching for one of his to drag Killian into movement with her. It's not enough just to pick up her kitten, she intends to stay for a while if he'll have her. Serving the court takes away from the time she can spend in this realm, but when she's free, she tends to come back here more than her own place. Having someone with her is more of a comfort than four walls will ever be.]

And yes, I'm finished. [The less said about it, the better. She's curious about the things he does while she's away, she imagines it's the same for him, but it's better if both of them are cautious. Tink trusts him, he never has to question that, but she also doesn't want to put him in a position where what they have would complicate things for him. It's better if she keeps things vague, so she tends to keep her explanations short, even if she does always offer them. When he sounds like he cares what she's been up to, Tinker Bell can't help but what to satisfy his curiosity just a bit.]

What about you, how was the trip? [It's the same way when she asks. They draw lines to keep from having to reveal too much of what they are, and while she'd like to know if he was in trouble, she might not tell him if she needed his help. She pushes him back into his seat so that she can join him, stopping to get the light before sitting down. The cat claims her favorite resting spot, but she allows it with a quiet sigh. Animals shouldn't be controlled, should they? This one has already made her preferences known.] I missed the two of you.

[A little less obvious if she slides that cat in there, isn't it?]