LEAH SIVAN
Reaper
Posts: 175
Age:
30
Occupation:
Reaping Souls
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Remzi Durmaz
Played by:
Jodi
With an angel voice ; devil in disguise
Last seen Sept 24, 2024 15:36:08 GMT
|
Post by LEAH SIVAN on Jul 1, 2021 20:28:31 GMT
The bar was under new management and rebranded. Emerald City. With that came new rules, which Leah was secretly happy about. No more midnight calls to the bar to collect lost souls. Hector had imposed strict rules. Vampires, immortals and compelled humans only. Thank God that didn’t exclude reapers from the list, though she spent at least 5 minutes convincing the bouncer she was immortal. He was telling her she needed to sign a waiver to say she was. She responded by picking up his pen and ramming it into the bouncer’s cheek before swiftly ripping it out. She grabbed the waiver off the table and signed her name on the dotted line. A mixture of ink and blood. “Happy?” She smirked just as she disappeared into thin air, teleporting into the bar. Without the humans, the bar seemed quieter than normal, but it was more peaceful and less of a blood bath. She appeared just in front of the bar, ready to order a drink. Just above the bar, there was a huge plaque. 'DISPOSE OF YOUR DEAD HUMANS'. Sounded reasonable. She couldn’t imagine the ball ache it was trying to get rid of the dead bodies every morning. Dealing with the souls was an effort within itself, but at least she didn’t have to sort of their corpses. The bartender soon appeared to take Leah’s order, “I’m feeling adventurous tonight. Can I have a mojito with minimal ice and no mint” She turned her body back around to study the new layout of the bar. It looked pretty much the same, just a fresh lick of paint on the walls and new furniture, including new couches and dark fabric, covered seats. Leah didn’t even want to think about how much blood had soaked through the fabric on old couches. It was a relief to see Hector had kept the pole at the far end of the club. A place for the woman to showcase their talents. The blonde had considered asking Hector for a job on the pole. Not for the money though, to agitate Remzi when he saw her spinning and getting notes thrown at her. Not just one man looking at her, but a whole bar full. It warmed her insides just thinking about it.
“Here you go” A voice came from behind, causing Leah to turn back giving the bartender a nod as she picked up her drink, “You need to pay off your bar tab by the end of the month. Hector’s words, not mine” The reaper waved her left hand, dismissing the bartender as she took a sip of her drink, “Tell Hector I’ll pay when I get paid” Which was never of course, but no doubt her non-biological dad would bail her out if needed, or she could shake her petite body on that pole for cash. Her gazed shifted to the male sat on his own. Not the usual type of customer you would find in the bar either, looking somewhat older than most, but she liked them mature, take Remzi for example, though the vampire acted like a teenager sometimes. With her mojito in her hand, and an unpaid bar behind her she made her way over to the stranger, taking the vacant seat next to him on the couches. The blonde pressed her free hand firmly down into the fabric beneath her, “I prefer the old sofas, but these are quite springy” She commented, removing her hand from the chair, shifting closer to the male, “Lone drinker or waiting for a date?”DARCEY REID |
|
DARCEY REID
Warlock
Posts: 59
Played by:
Julia
"The thought of this was heavenly at first, now it's where Hell will be."
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 23:19:14 GMT
|
Post by DARCEY REID on Jul 20, 2021 18:46:44 GMT
 ━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━
His family, a good fight, Lorna. The latter still ached within his chest more than he’d ever admit, but at least he had Nicky now. He and Mandy had successfully made it to Mystic Falls, and Darcey located him, finding his way to his brother’s arms eventually. He’d needed his brother more than he had realized, finding himself falling apart in Nicky’s embrace, wanting nothing more than to tell him what happened, but had no words for it. He did eventually, of course. It spilled out of him like vomit, but━in the end━it was better out than in, just as it felt when you were curled over a porcelain bowl, hurling up everything from the last few hours. Eventually, he stopped feeling so sick, but Darcey was still waiting for it to pass. One day, he hoped it would. Or maybe it would loom over him for the rest of his life, like his own personal rain cloud.
Darcey hadn’t done much exploring in Mystic Falls so far. He didn’t exactly desire to go anywhere between the motel, wherever Nicky was and the bar, but there was always the walk between places. He’d ignored most of the locals, finding no reason to engage with them.
Women. Another weakness. He was just a man, and even though his heart was aching and he felt no desire to lay with anybody else, it didn’t stop him from posturing on the oddest occasion. Once in a while, he flashed a smile at a pretty girl outside the bar, but ignored all within the establishment. He didn’t want to go home with anybody, couldn’t bring himself to stomach more than a few minutes of light flirting.
But when the girl sidled up next to him, he had a feeling like he was in for a world of trouble.
Blonde. Another one. Maybe his list was longer than he thought.
Emerald City hadn’t struck itself as an establishment with a lot of morals, and perhaps that was exactly why Darcey chose it as his watering hole that night. A couple of classy couches, girls dancing, and more despicable shit happening than he could ever imagine. These were the kind of people their father had warned them about, Darcey thought as he sipped the dark liquor from his glass. She was probably no different.
Blue eyes ticked sideways to his new ‘couch mate’, a friendly smile appearing from under the stubble surrounding it. It was a frail expression, but at least he tried. “Old sofas?” He asked, “They do a renovation in ‘ere?” Completely avoiding whatever she meant by springy, he sipped from his glass. Despite his response, “Lone drinker.” his wedding ring tinked against the cup, usually enough of a warning to stuff out the good ones.
She didn’t seem like a good one.
“You? Waitin’ for a date or… tryin’ to find one?” He was too old and too tired to beat around the bush. Darcey stayed settled into the back of the couch, trying not to let his eyes dip to her chest, always keeping them no lower than her mouth.
LEAH SIVAN | woooo |
|
LEAH SIVAN
Reaper
Posts: 175
Age:
30
Occupation:
Reaping Souls
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Remzi Durmaz
Played by:
Jodi
With an angel voice ; devil in disguise
Last seen Sept 24, 2024 15:36:08 GMT
|
Post by LEAH SIVAN on Aug 7, 2021 10:48:56 GMT
The band that lay around his wedding finger should have deterred Leah. Should have had her running the other way, apologising for being so bullish with the man. She’d seen first hand how devastating an affair can be to a couple. After all, she was a product of infidelity. Her mother’s behaviour tore apart the family, leaving it shattered beyond repair. There was hope that with each passing year they could slowly glue the pieces back together, but it was hopeless. All trust was gone and Leah was a living breathing reminder of that. As she grew older she realised their happiness was nothing but an illusion. Behind closed doors, there was no love between the pair, rather just a sour marriage of two people who were too tired to leave on another. Each day they would paint a fake smile on their lips for the sake of the pack. Still, she had no concern for the one this man had promised his commitment to. Instead she perceived it as a challenge. Scooting closer to the male, she glanced down at his ring with a playful smirk. It didn’t mean the man was actually taken. The wife could be lying in a grave somewhere or absconded. Why else would he be drinking alone in a bar that encourages promiscuous behaviour. It wasn’t as if the drinks were cheap either. Her protests about that had fallen on deaf ears, even more so now Hector was in charge, telling her she can go elsewhere if she didn’t like it. He wasn’t as easy to bend as the rest of them. The fluttering eyelashes didn’t wash with him, but perhaps they’d work on this lone drinker. As the male spoke she picked up on a familiar accent that mirrored her own, yet more cockney and certainly stronger. Thankfully living in Kent she never picked up that rhyming slang, instead, her voice mimicked that standard southern accent heard across the south of England. She nodded slowly in response to the man’s question, “Yeah. The place was scattered with dead bodies before” Blue eyes drifted down to her own feet as she pressed the ball of her foot into the carpet, “Hopefully they’ll replace the carpet soon” Quickly she snapped her attention back to the male, “Well I don’t like to see good looking male drinking alone”Leah was looking for nothing of the sort, rather fleeting interaction with people she found attractive. Someone to kick out of her bed the next morning, or even the same night if they didn’t deliver what she was expecting. She took a sip of her drink as she peered over to him, slowly drawing the glass away from her red painted lips, “I’m just looking for someone fun to lighten up my evening”
If the male wasn’t up for entertainment her Remzi’s number lay in the depths of her phone. One phone call and he’d be in her bed in a second.
“So. What brings a Londoner like you to a bar like this?... Hopefully the wife...” She reached over, tapping his ring once before letting her hand fall on his lap, “... Isn’t waiting up for you to come home tonight” Slowly she moved her hand up his thigh by a fraction, closer the gap between the two bodies. DARCEY REID |
|
DARCEY REID
Warlock
Posts: 59
Played by:
Julia
"The thought of this was heavenly at first, now it's where Hell will be."
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 23:19:14 GMT
|
Post by DARCEY REID on Aug 20, 2021 14:53:58 GMT
━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━
Darcey’s face twisted in disgust. It reminded him of the siren’s den and how, in the end, it too was littered with bodies, namely his wife. He thought about the shelter itself, how the picturesque cave turned out to be an illusion. It was never nice there; they’d only tricked Darcey into thinking it as such. “Jesus,” He grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“Good looking?” Darcey repeated. Now that was a line if he’d ever heard one. His head tipped sideways, the movement languid with alcohol and his newfound amusement, grinning cheekily. “What ya need from me, love? An eye exam?” He chuckled, “Sure that’s ya first?” The warlock nodded to her drink and, on that thought, took another big gulp of his own. If he had some gorgeous woman hitting on him, then he’d need to get liquored up to amuse her━to not think of his dead wife.
Fun wasn’t the word Darcey would use to describe himself, and he didn’t think anybody else would, either. Even before Lorna’s death, he always tried to take that serious, protective older brother role and his ability to hold his temper stretched about as long as his pinky. A trained dog. Rabid, but kept on a leash. He couldn’t remember who’d said it.
Darcey grinned at her anyway, still unsure whether he could stomach leaving in the company of another woman tonight━or any night ever again, really. Heartbreak loomed over him like a dark cloud, ready to drench him in rain at any moment.
London. It seemed like a lifetime away by now, but he’d caught hers. Not the same, little differences in the dialect that any of the Yanks in this bar wouldn’t pick up. South, probably, but he didn’t know (nor did he care to place) exactly where. He cringed again, now at the mention of the wife, a wound still torn open and leaking blood, though Darcey admired how she used the movement to drop her hand on his lap. “Nah,” He began, clearing his throat while shifting again, this time to turn more towards the woman. An inviting disposition━he was trying. “No wife ‘ere or at ‘ome,” Curling his ring finger down, Darcey rubbed the gold band with his thumb, as if trying to erase her touch or remind Lorna that he was still there like she was living inside the jewelry.
Darcey flattened his hand eventually, putting it on the back of her own before tracing it up, gently feeling his way along the length of her arm, allowing him to lean back against the couch and closer to her. His palm went to the space behind her rotator cuff, surprised at how much he missed this. The game, touching a woman, the touch of a woman.
“Jus’ out for a drink.” He finally explained, “Noticed the exclusive entry an’ thought I’d take a look.” Because Darcey had a knack for getting himself into bad situations, especially while drinking and with women who were also no good. “You one ‘f ‘em? Bloodsuckers?” He nodded towards a couple in the corner, where the woman was tracing the man’s jugular, her eyes fixed on it. His cornflower ones ticked back to her own, closer now than before. “Do I ‘aveta worry about you goin’ for my neck?” Not in the same way, he hoped.
LEAH SIVAN | no notes. |
|
LEAH SIVAN
Reaper
Posts: 175
Age:
30
Occupation:
Reaping Souls
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Remzi Durmaz
Played by:
Jodi
With an angel voice ; devil in disguise
Last seen Sept 24, 2024 15:36:08 GMT
|
Post by LEAH SIVAN on Sept 1, 2021 15:31:31 GMT
The male’s face of disgust only caused Leah to laugh. A hollow empty laugh rolled from her mouth. It wasn’t as bad as she was making out, but the bar was certainly full of death before Hector took over. She silently welcomed the change. Less souls to deal with and more time to drink. Nowadays she was only called out to the bar every few days, rather than every hour, but that meant that she had to deal with other souls elsewhere. Nonetheless, the job was a fraction quieter than before. Leah tilted her head slightly as the male spoke, disputing her comment about him being good looking. Sure, he was older than she was used to but apparently, the older men were more skillful. She glanced down at her drink for a moment, before looking back at the male, “No one likes a man who doubts himself” She drew the glass up to her lips, taking a small sip, “First drink of the evening actually” Even if it was her 10th drink of the evening she would be feeling nothing but a warm buzz in her stomach. Intoxication was nothing but a word for her. Sadly. The lack of confidence in this man was something for her to play on. They tended to be easier targets and more willing to conform. It was a change for her. She’d spent so long around Remzi, the man who thought his shit smelt of roses. The untouched vampire. Finally, the male started to crack as he turned his body towards hers. Accepting her advances. The wife wasn’t waiting for him at home, which was somewhat disappointing. The thought of pulling a man away from his wife whilst she sits at home waiting for him to arrive. It gave Leah a rush of adrenaline, but now there was nothing for her to compete with. A competition she would have won anyway. Still, she didn’t lose interest in the male as his hand slid up her arm to her shoulder. If only Remzi was around to see this. She knew it was only a matter of time before Remzi cut her off completely. He was a wasp nest and she was the stick. Constantly poking at him, waiting for a reaction. Leah couldn’t help herself though. Refusing to commit herself to him only through crippling fear of rejection and abandonment. Blue eyes drifted away from the male onto the couple in the corner. She laughed, this time with more feeling behind it before turning her attention back to the stranger, “Nah. I’m a reaper” She responded, as her index finger traced small circles on the fabric of his trousers, “I’m assuming you’re not one of those bloodsuckers either?” She paused, as her finger stopped moving, “I’m Leah by the way”
DARCEY REID |
|
DARCEY REID
Warlock
Posts: 59
Played by:
Julia
"The thought of this was heavenly at first, now it's where Hell will be."
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 23:19:14 GMT
|
Post by DARCEY REID on Sept 22, 2021 2:50:50 GMT
━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━
Yeah, no one likes their wife to be six feet under either, but what’re ya gonna do, right? God, he wasn’t made for this anymore. Too fucking old to be in a place like the one upstairs, and now he felt too old for even the lower, supposedly classier area. But a place as deplorable as this one was more likely to hold danger, and that’s what Darcey was chasing, whether or not he would admit it to himself.
He moved in anyway, fingertips touching her back, warm, soft skin under his digits. He’d lean over and put his lips on her if it was acceptable at this point in their conversation. Something told Darcey that she wouldn’t mind, but he kept a hold on his bearings for at least a few more minutes. He felt her muscles change as she laughed, following his gaze to the vampire nearby, then back to Darcey, shoulder blades shifting subtly. The pads of his fingers dipped into her skin gently when she changed motions, drawing circles on his thigh. Darcey moved in another few inches until their legs were pressed together, wishing he could feel her skin against his against there, too. If this was headed where he thought, though, he’d get his wish soon enough.
“Reaper?” That pulled him out of it, brows raising, chin tilting up like a puppy staring at a treat━a kernel of new information. “As in... the reapin’ of souls? You exist?” And if they did, “I was under the impression ya’d look like a gangly, old man. Y’know, if ya weren’t wearin’ a dark cloak.” He smirked, amused━and a little turned off━by the thought of it.
“No,” Darcey began, setting down his glass and lifting his now-free hand, palm up, and allowed little sparks to fly within the few inches of air above his hand. A small fireworks show for her, Leah, L. He tried to ignore it. “Darcey. Warlock,” Just in case she didn’t get it from the way he showed off. His hand closed a moment later, fingers folding into the palm, squeezing for a moment before he retrieved his glass again.
“Ya mentioned fun,” Darcey’s attempt at a segue, desperate for this to turn into something else instead of more small talk. “Got anythin’ in mind? Suppose if you’re not gonna drink my blood, ‘opefully ya don’t take my soul, neither.” He chuckled into his glass before taking another sip, gently guiding her in closer, palm stiffening on Leah’s back.
LEAH SIVAN | soz |
|
LEAH SIVAN
Reaper
Posts: 175
Age:
30
Occupation:
Reaping Souls
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Remzi Durmaz
Played by:
Jodi
With an angel voice ; devil in disguise
Last seen Sept 24, 2024 15:36:08 GMT
|
Post by LEAH SIVAN on Oct 23, 2021 11:04:43 GMT
What the fuck was she even looking for in this encounter with this man? Remzi was nowhere to be seen so it wasn’t as if she could use the stranger as a playing piece in the game she’d been playing with the vampire for months. There was an element of relief when she departed LA and left Remzi behind. Leah was scared she was getting a little bit too close to him and caring (as much as she was capable of). It started when he didn’t return her calls or text her back, then she found herself getting jealous when she saw Remzi with another woman. When the jealousy set in she knew it was time to leave, but now the pair were back to where they started. Square fucking one. Part of her feared this would be them forever. Digging, prodding and probing until the other snapped, but she refused to back down. Refused to let Remzi see it was getting to her. Clawing his way under her skin and making an impression on her. The man couldn’t be stiffer if he tried, as though he was forcing himself to move towards her. As if she wasn’t the most attractive woman in the bar. The male should be thankful she was gracing him with her presence, or maybe he wasn’t used to beautiful women making a move on him. Leah wasn’t concerned though, she always got what she wanted. A short laugh rolled out of her mouth at the male's question, “Well, someones gotta take the poor sods somewhere” She too pictured the same image he was painted prior to becoming a reaper. A ghostly figure dressed all in black with no face. Something that lurks in the shadows, waiting for others to take their last breath. “Reapers can be hot too” She responded, a smirk twitching at the corner of her lips. Leah’s eyes darted up at the small firework show in the air, a grin on her face as she watched. “Impressive shit” She looked back at Darcey. Shame he wasn’t one of those bloodsucking creatures. One she could persuade into drinking from her vein, knowing there would still be a flicker of life behind her eyes at the end of it. She settled into Darcey as he spoke about fun, as she too reached for her drink. “I only deal with human souls, although I can kill someone with a single touch” It wasn’t something she had tried to do, but heard it was possible, “So you need to be on your best behaviour tonight” The hand resting on his leg travelled that little bit further. She took a sip from her drink, before leaning in closer to the warlock, “Apparently there are some hidden rooms in this bar. Ones that are a little bit more private than out here, y’know” The type of room Hannya had dragged her to once before. DARCEY REID |
|
DARCEY REID
Warlock
Posts: 59
Played by:
Julia
"The thought of this was heavenly at first, now it's where Hell will be."
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 23:19:14 GMT
|
Post by DARCEY REID on Nov 23, 2021 16:41:59 GMT
━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━
Lorna was never like this. Confident in some ways, sure, but she’d never proclaim she was “hot” to anyone━Darcey told it to her often enough. He loved to love her, adored her with every breath, but she was so unlike this girl it nearly made him cringe.
Every comment she made, every trace of her hand, had him thinking of Lorna. Was this depression, or simply still grief? Would he ever claw his way out of it? Darcey figured he might as well try, and if it were to be with any woman, why not one far from everything his wife used to be?
“I’ll try m’ardest.” Darcey grinned, words teasing as he slipped the mask on━the one that sold his face as a man who was capable of having fun, who enjoyed to touch and play with women like this.
‘Apparently there are some hidden rooms in this bar. Ones that are a little bit more private than out here, y’know…’
Yeah, he did know. He was mourning, not blind or deaf. He could feel her hand snaking up his thigh, ready to ensnare him if he let her━but not like the sirens. Darcey knew what he was doing and was fully conscious. But… he had felt that way before, too. Whatever. He pushed it away for now. He could bury his darkness here, in her, in the soft curve of her neck that begged for his lips. Darcey complied, bending at the middle to capture the soft skin between his lips, but not before murmuring, “Ya wanna show me one ‘f ‘em rooms?”
And she did. He stood, moving with her, and finally got to hide all those frustrations. If it erased them, though, he wouldn’t know ‘til the following day, and by then, he was sure the reaper would be long gone.
LEAH SIVAN | zee end! |
|
hope to see you in the discord! 
