LINCOLN CROWNE
Vampire
Posts: 105
Age:
25
Occupation:
Emerald City Bartender
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Cassie Luanna
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 18:54:46 GMT
|
Post by LINCOLN CROWNE on Apr 12, 2023 18:08:55 GMT
Late afternoon sun streamed across the town as Linc closed the front door and headed down the street. The sky was that unbroken, picture perfect sort of blue that left the woman who lived in the house on the corner squinting as she looked up from where her two kids were playing in the yard to wave at him. Linc waved back, returning her smile. This was the sort of day you saw in movies, the ones he’d watched thinking there was nowhere real like that as a kid, You’d get the occasional scrubby tree on the estate blooming, but it wasn’t like this, where every yard he passed was filled with flowers and everybody looked happy. Of course, if you scratched the surface you’d start finding the sort of things that’d give you nightmares, but on days like this it was easy to convince yourself that Mystic Falls was like this all the way through.
It was easy to convince yourself that you hadn’t spent years trapped in the dark either – some part of him probably should’ve been a little more sympathetic towards Lawrence after that – pushing away the memories of the few snatches of light he’d caught when Wes would have him clean the place the next morning. All of that could be shed like the shadows that’d creep in later, the ones that could put those shivers back down your spine.
Linc nodded at the people who streamed past him, enjoying the walk, the feel of the sun on his skin. He had the time to do it, no rushing towards the club at the last minute, panicking that he was gonna turn up late for his shift. Unlike Lawrence. By now the lack of a ring had to be getting to him. Each day meant getting to the club a minute or two later, all those tiny chips of time adding up in Hector’s head (oh, there was no way he was forgetting about it). He huffed out a breath, amusement adding extra wait to the next smile he shot at someone.
What had happened to him was karma, although Lawrence probably would’ve spluttered a denial of that. He’d had a pop at Cassie for using the wrong sort of magic, like he was the God of it all suddenly instead of a warlock who’d lost his magic a hundred years ago after he’d gone and got himself turned. If Lawrence had any sense he would’ve been nicer to Cassie – the one person who could make him a ring. Letting someone take his and then having a go at Cassie didn’t bode well for Lawrence on the brains front though.
Raking his teeth over his lip, Linc dipped in his pocket for his phone. Maybe he’d have been stretching things timewise usually. He’d got into the routine of either popping into Magnus’ shop, or more often, into the Reids’ place to see Cassie on the way in. He had the luxury of it now, the ring that glimmered on his finger letting him leave the house whenever he felt like it, instead of hiding behind closed curtains. Apparently, Nicky had decided to change the schedule up today. Estate sales were apparently the bread and butter of the shop’s sideline - when was there a better time to acquire a practitioner’s stuff than when they’d popped their clogs and the family had no idea what was really going on with what they were ready to throw out. Maybe they’d get back before his shift, maybe not. There’d likely have been a text message if they had but …
Nothing. No sign of Nicky’s car out front of the shop either – that had become familiar, like the man himself in the times he’d been in the shop when he’d stopped in. It didn’t stop him from peering through the front window of the shop as he finally hit the square though. The red velvet curtains weren’t drawn, the sign at the door was flipped to open. Had he dropped Cassie off? Hope worked its way up in his gut, brightening him back up enough that there was a smile to sour when he caught sight of the bloke who was behind the counter. Not Nicky. Darcey.
He hovered there, hand on the door, his lips thinning. What the hell had given him – or Lawrence – the idea that they could get in Cassie’s face? She’d helped both of them, was a friend to Lawrence, and still those razor edges of their tongues cut at her, upsetting her in a way that he probably should’ve felt a little more hypocritical condemning. Without Cassie Mandy wouldn’t have been rescued from Klaus, they’d still have been looking for their little sister, but that win hadn’t even earned her an ‘I’m sorry for being an arsehole. Thank you so much for your help’. She was gonna get it.
Cassie was probably gonna be chewing him out for this later, but Linc was already pushing open the shop door, stepping in to the tinkle of the bell overhead. He pasted that smile back on, heading straight for the counter and the man who looked like he’d been boiled down to stringy proportions behind it. There was a good chance he wasn’t more than forty or so, but he didn’t look it. ”Hi. You alright?” He jerked a thumb back towards the door as though that would illuminate the sign that was hanging out front. ”Are you one of the Reids? I guess there must be at least one, right?” Possibly, if he didn’t know that there were actually three of them in town. You didn’t have to name your place after yourself, that was all part of the illusion shops liked to sell you.
|
|
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 May 10, 2023 17:00:21 GMT
 ━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━
He settled on a stool and picked up some of the inventory sheets, then frowned at them. He weren’t built for this shit. He shoulda been off getting the inventory, not countin’ stock. He’d learned how to do all this from their dad, but Darcey had moved on from the grunt work. As soon as Nicky got back, he’d have a word━ah, nah. He sighed and decided against it. He was here ‘cause Mandy couldn’t be, and he better not complain, otherwise he’d look like a shitty older brother.
And he did everything in his power to not be that.
Darcey puffed quietly and started ticking off items one by one, traipsing through the aisles as he did. As soon as he heard the kettle, though, he was abandoning his task and heading right back to make himself a cuppa. Water poured and bag steeping, Darcey returned to his stool and flipped through the Mystic Falls Courier.
The bell chimed when he was halfway through and Darcey glanced up, watching the kid tred towards him. Darcey bristled, waiting to see if he was one of Klaus’s or some kid sellin’ chocolate for charity.
His accent wasn’t a point in his favour. Darcey squared his shoulders and slid off the chair, nodding curtly in way of greeting. He was too busy thinking about the best (and fastest) way to get word to Nicky.
“Yep, Darcey Reid. Bit young t’be fancyin’ antiques, yeah?” But his outward age was just that━an appearance. Darcey reached across the counter for a handshake anyway, knowing he should be polite while he was the face of the shop, though it was mostly to see if he could sense anything else from the “kid.” “Where ‘bouts you from?” He asked, trying to dig a little deeper.
LINCOLN CROWNE | no notes. |
|
LINCOLN CROWNE
Vampire
Posts: 105
Age:
25
Occupation:
Emerald City Bartender
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Cassie Luanna
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 18:54:46 GMT
|
Post by LINCOLN CROWNE on Jun 5, 2023 19:18:46 GMT
English bloke. English tea – it was easy to smell the difference between the proper stuff and the shit they swore passed for it here. The accent that left his skin crawling. If Cassie hadn’t warned him about all of it he might’ve called it cliché to blow off the effect of it. A couple of years of Magnus – and Hector, although he was at least a dozen steps up the social ladder from the Reids – and a week in London had started to desensitise him to all those niggling little reminders of the life he was ecstatic to leave behind, even if managing to do that had meant becoming a vampire. He wasn’t gonna be flinching at every rough London voice or the scent of some PG Tips for the next thousand years.
Linc squared his shoulders, slipping his hands into his pocket as he dropped them back from hitching a thumb a the door. Darcey hadn’t exactly been happy to see him either. He’d stiffened when he’d walked in – what he was now hadn’t taught him to see all those flashes of emotion, well, not just that anyway, he’d learned to look long before that. Was a hand going to swat down at the back of his head when he didn’t scuttle out of his dad’s way fast enough? Would Wesley’s face twist, the threat of the fangs emerging if he dared to mouth off? It left you looking for every little twitch so you could try and get out of reach. Darcey’s response hadn’t been that, but it wasn’t entirely subtle either.
The smile that had been on his face started to stiffen, his brows drawing together. Nicky had been protective over Cassie, but Darcey here – all spindly limbs and scant welcome – hadn’t been. He’d come at Cassie about not putting together the pieces weeks before she finally had. Crowding into her space, interrogating her, maybe not saying the words outright that she should’ve opened her gob beforehand, but he might as well have done for how he’d left Cassie feeling. It was shitty when her speaking up was what had got Mandy back in the end, but that seemed to be Darcey’s stock in trade.
No ‘hiya, lemme know if I can help you find anything’, no greeting at all except for that single nod. It looked like Nicky and Mandy had got both the manners and the looks in the family.
His knitted brows rose, separating slightly as he looked over the shop that he’d already wandered around a dozen times before – just without this set of judgy eyes on him while he’d done it. ”These are meant to be antiques?” The snort rolled out, carrying plenty of derision with it. ”You’re gettin’ nosy ain’t ya?” Linc let his accent thicken, matching Darcey’s tone with his own. Magnus would’ve warned him to be polite, but it wasn’t like Darcey would’ve recognised it if he had been.
The smile twitched back onto his lips, a little sharp at the edge. Suspecting it would piss Darcey off, he settled his hands on the glass counter, fingertips pressing against the glass, tapping lightly to drum those prints in. ”Richmond,” he announced, his voice catching just a little on the word. London was small, but it wasn’t small enough that Darcey would’ve seized on the borough and immediately worked out exactly who he was. ”You wanna ring my mum up, tell her I’m in here causing trouble? You’re welcome to try.” And fail. At least he hadn’t dropped Magnus’ name in it – he could be reached, his dad’s heavy hand landing on his shoulder when he came over to bail him out of trouble and apologise for his son’s complete lack of manners – kids these days, you know.
Linc peeled a hand off of the glass and offered it, although Darcey’s looked lean and hard enough that they might’ve done some damage if he’d still been that weedy little human kid he’d once been. ”Linc. It was actually you I was lookin’ for, not the tat you’ve got in here. You were rude to her. That’s not on mate. It’s gonna be the last time, yeah?” Maybe the marbles in Darcey’s head would rattle around a bit as he tried to figure out just which her he was talking about, but if Cassie had said anything about him to the brothers, he might figure it out eventually.
|
|
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 Jun 20, 2023 17:22:57 GMT
━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━
“Ya wanna see nosey, lad?” Darcey’s voice was a low growl now, far deeper than any posturing this asshole could do. He was on high alert after Mandy’s attack, and he wouldn’t take any bullshit━especially not from a fucking baby. Or, at least, someone who looked like one.
The irritating, little prick sauntered up to the glass and put his nasty fingers straight on it, making Darcey bristle. He wasn’t normally one to care about aesthetics or shit like that, but he remembered growing up and endlessly cleaning the glass cabinets in their shop back home. It was a clear sign of disrespect, and this kid would feel the wrath of his anger if he stuck around just a little longer. Long enough for Darcey to figure out what he was dealing with.
Richmond. That explained it. Mouthy little shit never got a backhand because he was probably raised by nannies or some shit. Darcey didn’t know how the other half lived; he just hated them for it.
Finally, he took Darcey’s hand, and the warlock ignored another snide comment while the feeling rushed through him. Death. Just like he thought, another fucking vampire, likely sent by Klaus. Darcey squeezed the vampire’s hand and glared, though he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. Rude to who? His little sister? Who they kidnapped?
He shoved the kid to the floor with a burst of magic, then flattened his hands on the (already dirty) glass and leaned over the edge to glare at him. “Ya know who yer talkin’ to, then?” Darcey snapped, “Don’t know who the fuck ya are, but if you’re one of the pricks that touched my sister, yer a bit daft to be comin’ in ‘ere like that, eh?” And he’d die for it. He was ready to stomp him out with the flick of his hand.
LINCOLN CROWNE | no notes. |
|
LINCOLN CROWNE
Vampire
Posts: 105
Age:
25
Occupation:
Emerald City Bartender
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Cassie Luanna
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 18:54:46 GMT
|
Post by LINCOLN CROWNE on Jul 11, 2023 16:51:25 GMT
Please and thank you hadn’t been in his parents vocabulary – unless they were pleading with Wesley for something. Manners had bypassed them, the only pleasantries in his life provided by Mrs Graham. Years in the prison of the club hadn’t erased what he’d been left with, but he’d definitely gotten choosy about where to use them and it felt wrong to be civil to the dick who’d upset Cassie at the very moment she was giving them a way to save their little sister.
Linc could imagine the stink eye Magnus would’ve given him for all of this, but Magnus wasn’t here to grease the wheels and wring an apology out of the guy the diplomatic way. Maybe if he had been he would’ve stiffened at the push for personal information too. Wanting his kid to be responsible and polite was one thing, not standing up for himself was another. Those tenuous connections in London’s supernatural underbelly were still dangerous and he wasn’t gonna go feeding information to them if he could help it. Wesley being dead didn’t mean the entire threat was gone. The nudge left him itchy, his shoulders bristling despite the cocky question.
Sandy brows rose, the dare right there for that growl to spill out on a wave of temper like he’d directed at Cassie. Linc pursed his lips, tipping his head side to side like he was considering it as he approached the counter. The little snot behaviour could’ve carried on, instantly carrying this into a full on confrontation. That would’ve made it even stickier for Cassie though and that hadn’t been his intention in any of this. It was a warning, that was all, a line drawn in the sand that he hoped this bloke wouldn’t try and poke his nose over.
His fingers on the countertop were his version of standing with his toes right up against it. Tapping against the glass, eyes on the guy – level, at least, Darcey Reid was a giant he had to crane his neck up at. ”Not bothered ‘bout it bein’ south of the river, nah? I guess some things don’t carry across the water.” Territory probably didn’t half as much to witches and warlocks as it did to other supernatural creatures. Darcey wasn’t pissing around the counter to mark out his, although he looked the type who would. His shop, even though Nicky seemed to be the head honcho around here, dictating just how he could treat his staff. In other words, a complete and utter knob.
Interestingly, he didn’t respond to the facetious offer of calling up his mum. Chicken or just aware of how far that would get him, who knew. Rocking slightly on his heels, Linc offered the guy his hand and a semi-polite introduction in the form of his name before he started to kick the sand from his side of the line at the guy’s face. Darcey clamped his hand down in response, tightening his grip and glaring, all pale, angry eyes and … fuck …
The wave of power hit before he could pull on Darcey’s hand and have him smacking face first down into that glass. It shoved him back, tearing his grip away before it pasted him flat. Breath whooped out of him as he hit. Linc laid there for a second, waiting for his lungs to suck another back in. ”Course, I do,” he wheezed. ”The arsehole around here.” Maybe going to Nicky to put his word in would’ve been a wiser move – someone with some common sense and sanity, instead of a human powder keg who he’d pushed into losing his shit.
”Fuck off,” Linc snapped back, groaning as he tried to struggle against what had knocked him flat. The smug look that’d been on his own face a moment ago twisted into a scowl as he craned his head up. ”I didn’t have anythin’ to do with what happened to your sister. You’re fuckin’ touched if you think I did.” He wasn’t stupid, despite current circumstances suggesting otherwise. If he had been one of Niklaus Mikaelson’s little pet vampires he wouldn’t have strolled right in here.
What brain he did have felt like it was being squeezed in his head, a pressure that was gonna find some way out in a minute and he didn’t want to know what that was. Linc groaned, straining into it instead of giving in and laying flat. ”I’m here about Cassie. About you havin a go at her when she was helpin’ you find your sister. Looks like you’re an arsehole to everyone, but you’re not gonna upset her like that again. Learn some … fuckin’ self control.” That might be impossible. Darcey didn’t look like the sort of bloke who liked reeling himself in – there was that air about him that reminded him enough of Wesley to have Linc feeling sick as he tried to squirm his way to his hands and knees.
|
|
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 30, 2023 18:57:48 GMT
━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━
He was on the ground in an instant, and Darcey watched from over the counter as he strained against the pressure. Callin’ him an arsehole even though the kid had been knocked on his ass and was shit outta luck now. Darcey kept him flattened to the floor, an invisible weight there, like some fat ghost was hovering over him. That would, no doubt, make your head feel like it was gonna explode, so Darcey only added to the authenticity of his experience.
He did pause, though, when Linc said he had nothing to do with Mandy’s kidnapping. Darcey didn’t believe him right away, but it would be stupid for Klaus to send someone now. And the more Darcey thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense for the kid to be involved. He wasn’t even a hybrid. Maybe just a sympathizer?
“What the fuck are ya here for, then?” Darcey asked, turning up the tension on his head (as if that would make it any easier to answer).
Finally, the kid managed to get something out, and it was about… Cassie? Darcey paused for a moment as it sunk in, and then he laughed sharply, “You takin’ the piss?” He asked in disbelief, then dissolved into chuckles as he rounded the counter and approached, eventually releasing him from both spells intended to keep him down. “So you’re ‘ere to give me a bollocking, huh?” He squatted next to Linc’s face, his hands hanging together, arms perched over his knees.
“That’s sweet. You’re Cassie’s lil’ boyfriend, then?” He reached out and pinched Linc’s cheek patronizingly. If he was being honest, he couldn’t remember what he’d said to her, though that happened to him often━Darcey was usually blinded by his rage. Whatever it was, though, he’d assumed it’d been forgiven by now. Apparently, it wasn’t. “She ask ya to, or did ya decide to be a big man on yer own?”
Darcey tipped his head as if to study the kid a little longer, then he stood, cold blue eyes narrowing. “Thought you’d come intimidate the bloke she was scared of.” He said like he was sounding it out, trying to follow Linc’s thinking. “They don’t teach ya nothin’ in those posh schools down the river, eh?” Certainly not any street smarts. Calculus wouldn’t help the lad now.
LINCOLN CROWNE | no notes. |
|
LINCOLN CROWNE
Vampire
Posts: 105
Age:
25
Occupation:
Emerald City Bartender
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Cassie Luanna
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 18:54:46 GMT
|
Post by LINCOLN CROWNE on Sept 12, 2023 18:36:55 GMT
Nobody deserved what Nicky’s sister had gone through – and he knew exactly what it was like to feel as though you were trapped and powerless, unable to fight your way out because someone bigger and far more vicious than you was guarding the door. Still, if her big brother had been this dickish to Klaus Mikaelson at some point, there was a pretty blood obvious reason why the guy had decided to get some sort of vengeance on the two of them. Cassie had seemed to blame herself for it happening. She’d had her brush with the hybrid (if there was anything truly unnatural in the supernatural world, it was that). It had been one of the reasons for her shoving him away the night she’d made him his daylight ring. Maybe Klaus had gone there for Cassie and had found Mandy instead, satisfying himself with any witch. Maybe it’d had been her brother trying to swagger around the place, pissing off everybody he opened his big yap to. Either way, it was wrong, but maybe understandable.
Why he was there today was definitely because this bloke was an arsehole. Linc glared up at the warlock through red tinted, swimming vision. He could barely blink it away to see him more clearly, the pain was like a vice, ratcheting tighter as the dickhead asked his question again. Was he gonna keep it up until it was his blood splattered on the floor instead of his little sister’s? Maybe. It was something that reminded him of Wesley with this one, something wild that couldn’t be leashed – unless his brother was pulling his choke chain. Nicky wasn’t here though. He’d walked in at the worst possible moment, ensuring that there was nobody to play mediator here. If he went home covered in blood Magnus was gonna be pissed. If he didn’t come home at all … well, fuck.
”I’m here to tell you to keep your mouth shut around her,” Linc spat out. His body went wire taut as the skinny arsehole rounded the counter and started coming towards him. Linc hit the floor hard as the spell finally vanished, elbows clacking against the boards, his teeth barely missing savaging his tongue they snapped together. If he hadn’t wanted to avoid showing any weakness to this bloke – he’d learned pretty fast not to do that around Wesley and his people – he’d have scrambled back, out of physical range at least. ”I’d say the only one takin’ the piss was you. Can’t take a warnin’, huh?” Something in him twitched as he eased his head back, like he was just finding a little more room to sneer up at him.
It might lose him his fingers, but Linc was scowling, smacking them away from his face before he could pinch at him again. He’d always hated being patronized and this was just worst. ”There’s no lil’ about it,” Linc bit out. He was glaring at the ropey figure crouched over him. It wasn’t like he was more than a couple of inches taller than him, and he was definitely skinnier. If one of them looked like they’d spent years in a basement prison, it was the warlock, not him. ”Of course she didn’t. She wouldn’t want to call the people who employed her knobs – sorry, knob, your brother’s always treated her right.” He hadn’t and now he knew he’d fucked up again. He’d expected this was gonna be like talking to Lawrence. Maybe Nicky’s brother would scoff a bit, but he’d let him say his part and then just placate him, even if he wasn’t gonna say sorry later. He’d had to be the big man though.
Frown deepening, feeling like he’d had his knuckles smacked, Linc scooted backwards, getting himself some space before he scrambled to his feet. The laugh rolled out of him the minute he got to his feet. He rubbed his knuckles under his nose, cursing inwardly as blood smeared over his knuckles – it’d stopped the minute the pressure in his head had gone, at least. ”You heard Richmond and assumed I’m a prissy little bitch who spent all his time snivellin’ to papa and gettin’ patted on the head for bein’ a good boy at Harrow. You couldn’t be more wrong, but I guess it just proves you’re a judgmental dick. Cassie helped you and your brother, she worked out who had your sister. Maybe next time she does you a solid like that you say thank you instead of yellin’ at her. Is that so fuckin’ hard?” Heat worked its way up out of the collar of his t-shirt. He definitely hadn’t intimidated anybody in the end. He’d have said he’d work on it, but he just didn’t have it in him to be like Wesley, or even someone like Remzi, who probably would’ve reduced this place to splinters if he got pissed off enough.
|
|
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 Oct 1, 2023 22:44:22 GMT
━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━
And yeah, ‘course Nicky was the better boss. He was actually her boss. Darcey was set to inherit the original company━‘less dad decided to change his will━and he was pretty sure Cassie wasn’t gonna drop everything to move there. So, yeah, he was still her superior, but not her boss in the way the lad was arguin’. In any case, Darcey thought he had a good excuse to fuckin’ yell at ‘er━his sister was missing, for fuck’s sake, and Cassie was holdin’ out on some important info.
“So ya took it into yer own hands, eh?” Darcey smirked, watching the kid scramble away, slowly rising to stand just as Linc did. He was small━a lot smaller than Darcey was (in his own head)━and a vampire was still no match against a warlock’s magic. “Y’know why Nicky’s good to ‘er? ‘Cause ‘e’s got patience for this bullshit.” The threat was there, under the surface, if the lad could pick up on it. And Nicky was patient to a point; they all were. There was only so much you could push. He couldn’t imagine Nicky givin’ this kid too much airtime, though━not with the way he came in ‘ere with his chest puffed.
Judgemental dick? Nah, just ready to have a go at a prat, day or night. Linc clearly wanted a fight, so Darcey was only obliging him. ‘Course, it was important to the lad for Darcey to know he wasn’t “one of them rich kids,” weren’t it?
Clearly realizing he couldn’t win, Linc reduced his approach to simply asking Darcey, which sounded a lot like whinging. What did he expect, though? For Darcey to concede, say ‘yeah, you were right, lad, sorry ‘bout that’? Fuck no. “Might be. You think she’ll start cryin’ again if I make ‘er boyfriend’s brains leak out ‘is ears?” Darcey growled, taking a few steps towards the boy, his shoulders rolled forward like he was ready to attack at any moment. “Maybe next time, yer bird can open ‘er mouth before my sister’s been locked up for weeks, huh?” His teeth gritted together, ready to cast another spell━though this time it wouldn’t be reversible. “Better shift yer arse then, eh, boy? Before you’re leavin’ with less than ya came in with.” Darcey imagined that getting a strict talking-to would be the least of Cassie’s problems then.
LINCOLN CROWNE | wrap here oooor w yours ooor? |
|
LINCOLN CROWNE
Vampire
Posts: 105
Age:
25
Occupation:
Emerald City Bartender
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Cassie Luanna
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 18:54:46 GMT
|
Post by LINCOLN CROWNE on Nov 15, 2023 20:24:59 GMT
Under Wesley’s thumb, underground in a place there was no escape from (even when he could stand at the door of the club and look out at the grimy slice of the world just outside the door), humiliation had been as familiar as his own name. Wesley had slowly crushed him the same way he had done his parents, just without an addiction to make it all the easier. He’d grown number to it, knowing it was gonna stop at some point. After Magnus had swept in to rescue him, opening up, cleaning up, the world for him, that numbness had faded. On the floor of the Reids’ shop, with the scrawny arsehole crouched over him, it burned its way from his throat down to the pit of his stomach.
Maybe Cassie would’ve been happy that he’d stood up for her, rewarding him with one of those happy little squeaks and a kiss, maybe she’d be as pissed at him as he was himself. It hadn’t had to happen this way, but he’d gotten all puffed up with the belief that he was on some righteous sort of mission on her behalf. His flapping mouth had brought him down low, literally, the bloke’s chuckle just digging the hole so damn deep the earth should’ve just swallowed him up.
Heat – more embarrassment than anger – stung his cheeks and left him swatting at Darcey. The son of a bitch laughed at it, staying there to complete the whole humiliation thing. He probably got a real kick out of it, educating the little posh boy about how things really were here. Linc grunted, teeth gritted. ”At least one of you’s got some.” One of them had some sense too, instead of just snapping at people like one of those yappy little dogs, all teeth and bite and eminently puntable when they tried biting off more than they could chew. Nicky hadn’t gotten in Cassie’s face when she’d finally helped – as though she would’ve kept her mouth shut if she’d known that Klaus Mikaelson was holding their sister – he’d been gentle about the whole thing. That’s all it took, a civil tongue in your mouth instead of that sandpaper rough thing his brother used.
He could’ve kept it up, pushed at the limits of what was obviously his inadequate power until he could wear it down. His ego probably could’ve handled it, but thinking about all this turned against Cassie again had Linc starting to back pedal the minute was free. The taste of his own blood filled his mouth and left him trying to swallow back the hunger that was always just a thought away. Forget judgmental dick, the stickman here was worse than that. His opinion of him sunk lower and lower, just like his stomach as he resisted the urge to scramble back further. Darcey was obviously trying to make him crawl. ”Probably, because she’s a decent person. You oughta try pretendin’ to be one some time.” As though that was ever gonna happen. Once a bastard, always a bastard.
Linc’s lips pinched together tightly. The fact that the bloke was already thinking about the next time didn’t bode well. Cassie was probably in danger working here, but he couldn’t ask her not to without having to explain everything. ”If I was you I’d be hopin’ there won’t be a next time. I guess if you were like this with Klaus it’s just a matter of when though.” Wesley hadn’t been on the Mikaelsons scale, but he’d been deadly enough, especially when it came to getting a little retribution. Still red faced, Linc scooted back far enough that he wasn’t nose to nose with the arsehole and stood. ”Gotta be the big man with someone, eh? Get your fun with it now, I doubt you’ll have it as easy when he comes knockin’.” The sick feeling spread through his stomach again as he fumbled the door open and slipped out. Cassie had been the reason they’d found their sister the last time, but now it felt like the Reids were gonna be the reason Klaus Mikaelson might come gunning for this place, right through his girlfriend.
|
|
hope to see you in the discord! 
