Temper, Temper! [Open For 1 Person]

[sebastian]

“Oh, aye, yes…you move fast…”

Sebastian acknowledged this with a nod, as if he was certainly aware of his superhuman skills and merely recognizing the fact that Liam noticed. He was indeed perceptive, which was indeed a good quality…

In the world of course. Sebastian had been finding his mind wandering on the notion of Liam’s vampire potential. He shook his head softly, as if trying to throw this out of his head. He had many things on the horizon but all of that raw emotion, and power. If Liam could be taught to behave, he’d indeed make a perfect specimen. But it seemed it would be something he’d have to choose. And Sebastian wasn’t about to randomly propose to him. Besides, they had barely met.

“Oh, I wouldn’t call it a hobby. Although, I don’t mind a good ol’ hustle now and again.”

”I see,” he said slowly, with the smallest smile pursed on his lips.

“I commend you. You fight with much experience, although you cannot be very old,” he said, with a grin and a small laugh, as if to make this a light joke.

"You seem to be a natural," he added with a grin.

[liambrentwood]

He was curious to how Sebastian learnt these moves, flexibility, agility, and speed! His technique would work wonders against future opponents, who knows what you may face in the short future, just like tonight, it hadn’t dawned on Liam that he may have been gutted out by a boy’s pen knife… Until now… His thoughts began to dwindle on it, dwell in the past, as they’d say – but what good would that do?

After hearing Sebastian’s small reply to his string of words, he noticed that coiled up purse of the lips, which meant there was more behind that stubborn mask? But it was true, Liam did indulge in some sort of physical game now and again – but it always happened to be bar brawl or parking lot tumble, half the time, Liam was the one provoking it.

Sebastian continued with a slight compliment and tinge of a joke embedded on the end, which made Liam smile as he nodded to him slowly. “Aye…” he said quietly, feeling a little embarrassed, that indeed for a young man, his true talent happened to be fighting? But he didn’t stop there, as he also noted that he’s a natural, which gave Liam a slight chirp of a laugh in amusement.

Then Liam’s eyes changed, as they gleamed up to him, giving that soft grin to say in return “I’m not the only one lad…” insinuating that Sebastian also fought quite well for a young man, as well as being a natural, or so he thought. His posture changed as he rolled his shoulders gently, keeping his pace up as they walked along the cold icy path, that gusty night’s breeze picking up somewhat – sending the shudders down Liam’s spine as he salvaged for warmth inside his jean jacket.

He couldn’t help but gaze over Sebastian’s fine elegant features for a moment, before glancing down to the clothing he wore, thinking timidly to himself as he parted his firm lips to speak “Aren’t you cold?” Liam asked curiously, knowing that earlier his hand was absolutely freezing, but he didn’t seem to give that shivering or cringing from the bitterness of the night…

[sebastian]

“Aye…I’m not the only one lad…” replied Liam.

Sebastian nodded in agreement, fully recognizing that he was much more than he appeared. If only Liam knew how much more. He did enjoy being called lad sometimes; vampires generally knew of his age and greeted him much more formally. It was nice to be…normal for a night. Although he did love the respect he got. It was in his opinion, earned.

“Aren’t you cold?”

Sebastian, who had been enjoying the general splendor of London, raised his eyebrows, and smirked slightly. He looked at his dress. He was never cold. Always quite warm actually. It was strange, he less was more in Sebastian’s opinion.

“Oh. Me? No, actually I’m quite comfortable,” he answered curtly.

He figured this was perhaps a boring answer, and didn’t really answer Liam’s suspicion that Sebastian was indeed a weird man, dressed in thin clothes, with freezing hands yet hardly cold.

“I suppose I like the cold weather. My parents were from northern Europe, so I suppose it’s in my blood,” he added.

[liambrentwood]

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Sebastian did give off that vibe that he had much more behind closed doors then he led on to be. The sensation and feeling that made Liam tingle inside, almost bow before him in a sense? Like Sebastian held so much experience and honour with his simple movement and the way he integrated with things, but Liam seemed to rebel against the lure, he would never bow before another male, unless he was the King of England! But even then he’d have something to say to the King of England, typical?

Upon hearing Sebastian’s tender words of being comfortable, he nodded slowly, wishing he could be comfortable like he was – but instead Liam cringed to find that warmth inside his jean jacket still, denim, maybe he should of worn a more pleasant and worthy coat this evening. He was almost about to say something, when Sebastian continued, stringing out the words about his European blood line, it was true, traits and heritages did travel in the blood.

“Oh right, aye, does explain then – I must admit, they say us Irish have temper in our blood and surprisingly, they’re not wrong there” he said with a little grin, which was true, the Irish were known for their short tempers and luck? Not to mention the good ale and speak of the devil, his eyes darted to look upon a pub within the short distance, that crude little smile forming on his lips as he glanced to Sebastian quietly.

Liam could Murder a drink right about now, after the incidents back there and being lost all day, he too formed the phrase in his mind ‘I think I earned it’ – but didn’t great minds think alike? “Aye, lad… Don’t fancy going for a drink do ya’?” he said with a sharp spirit and that grin on his lips, already feeling the stench of the alcohol fill his gullet.

[sebastian]

“Oh right, aye, does explain then – I must admit, they say us Irish have temper in our blood and surprisingly, they’re not wrong there,” said Liam.

Sebastian chuckled slightly; amused at the fact that Liam was the supreme picture of a stereotypical Irishman. Brawling, with a hot temper. Sebastian remembered having a great time in the company of the Irish, many a time. They threw excellent parties.

“Aye, lad… Don’t fancy going for a drink do ya’?” he asked.

Sebastian, having nothing really better to do wandering around in London, nodded slowly at this suggestion. Although he probably wouldn’t drink much. They rarely served what he drank at bars these days. Ah, typical. Once Rose Rogue was big enough, he imagined they’d have their own small city, with bars and such just for vampires. Just for them.

“I suppose I could use something to drink,” he answered slowly, as if thinking out his answer. He constantly seemed like he as thinking, analyzing. It made most people nervous.

He adjusted his coat slightly, making sure he was covered completely. He didn’t like to show too much skin. It didn’t really make him nervous, but he was so pale most people thought him a zombie, or child close to death. They weren’t far off.

“Yes, a drink sounds nice. Shall we?” he finally said, reassuring the fact that he would indeed accompany Liam.

[liambrentwood]

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