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Re: Not Just A Pretty Face
« Reply #30 on: November 17, 2019, 01:24:49 PM »
Kerr's gaze had been drawn back to Saraekiel when he spoke next, sweeping the crowd compulsively as it went. Oddly, everyone wasn't staring at him and Ben nearly as much as they had been - the dark angel's companions were now the focus. Of the crowd, anyway. He looked back at Dana when she queried the shifter and gorgons being potential colleagues and her expression gave Kerr pause.

He couldn't tell if she was angry about the colleagues part or cynical about the gorgons and the shifter roaming freely amongst the public. It was a bold move with the potential for chaos, though - exactly what Saraekiel was all about. Kerr wasn't surprised but he was intrigued by Dana's reaction, sensing her anxiety could work in his favour, potentially. He wasn't sure how, exactly, it was an instinct more than anything.

"Not as far as I'm aware," he smiled more genuinely, following the tip of her head in the strange coterie's direction once more with his gaze. That was when he noticed Ben's outstretched hand. There was a microsecond of hesitation - during which his gaze flicked to Saraekiel and everything in him balked at getting closer to that - but then he reacted. "Excuse me," he told Dana apologetically, reaching out a hand to touch beneath her arm before he followed his instincts and linked his hand with Ben's, a mildly interested expression on his face that broadened into a proper smile when he was introduced as Ben's partner in everything and then settled back to impassive watching.

Funny, he was close to Saraekiel again and hating that Ben was, too, but it was much easier to bear when Ben was hanging onto him and acknowledging his role in his life. He relaxed his grip slightly as he listened to Ben talk, his tension blocked from their blood bond but obvious in his hold. Guilt mingled in with all of the other emotions pouring through him as he listened.

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Re: Not Just A Pretty Face
« Reply #31 on: November 19, 2019, 03:38:11 AM »
Phoenix rattled and fidgeted with the car keys in his left pocket as he entered the tent. There weren’t as many people inside as he had feared, but there was enough. He felt their eyes on him and although he kept a calm façade his snakes writhed and hissed around him in agitation. He hadn’t wanted to out himself like this, to become a mass public spectacle, but his sister had put her foot down, and she was right. It’s not like he kept what he was under wraps at the club and word would have been spreading around town about their existence in the city, but still, walking around the carnival and then coming to meet these people like this made him feel like an exotic zoo animal on parade for the entertainment of the masses.

He flicked his gaze over the blond vampire Saraekiel started talking to, he was cute, a little too pretty and youthful looking for his taste but cute nonetheless and you could cut diamonds on his cheekbones. So, this was Benjamen Samson, the club was abuzz about him and this election, the demons were certainly rooting for him, apparently, they hated the other guy. He smiled wry as he studied the election favourite some more, hated might be too nice a word, the demons despised the other guy.

As the people around them started to focus on what they were saying and less on him and his sister he felt himself relax and he started studying those around him. As his sister and his name was mentioned he noticed a woman scribbling madly on a notepad. He was about to lean in and ask Shae if she knew who she was when the man next to her stood up and joined Benjamin Samson.

Kerr Galvin…the name tickled his memory; he had heard it before he was sure. He would ask Shae later; her birds were everywhere supposedly.

Shae ignored Ben’s and Saraekiel’s chitchat and studied those around them, plebs for the most part. Ben was doing a good job with them, entertain and feed them and they would worship the ground you walked on. His proposed political reforms were also interesting, they certainly had a lot of people sticking their heads up and paying attention at any rate. She flicked her eyes towards Saraekiel and wondered if he would support or oppose them if Benjamin managed to steal Jake’s crown. For a Dark Angel he wasn’t too bad, he was honest to those within his circle, his loyalty was true and steadfast; once earned, and he protected and defended those he cared about, though it also couldn’t be denied that the people he chose to take under his wings were always of a benefit to him and tended to add to his power pool, herself included, but under all his darkness there was still a kernel of light and she found herself wondering and not for the first time, will all this District Leader stuff kill it, or feed it?

She was tired of standing around and so rolled her shoulders and neck impatiently. Saraekiel was taking too long; she was hungry and getting bored. The smell of freshly cooked popcorn was wafting into the tent, carried by the gentle yet cool night breeze, causing her stomach to grumble softly with its desire to consume copious amounts of it. Saraekiel was waffling on so she coughed into her hand and shuffled her booted feet loudly enough to gain his attention and to tell him to hurry things up, she wanted to go play on the bumper cars already.

At Ben's call for his partner however she turned her attention in the direction Kerr was sitting in and noticed the woman and her note pad. A reporter? And not one she recognized or knew. She narrowed her eyes slightly, memorizing her face before returning her attention to the vampires before her.

At Ben's greeting she smiled and offered him her hand, but for a kiss rather then a shake and a playful wink to go with it. “No Mr Samson, the pleasure I assure you is all mine." She said in response to his greeting. " I must say, you certainly know how to get the city talking.”  When he turned his attention to the gorgon's she turned towards Kerr

“Mr Galvin.” She said as she stepped towards him after being introduced, her hand extended for a handshake, a warm and genuine smile curving the corner of her lips upwards. “It is an honour to finally meet you and to have you back with us. The city missed you during your absence” She gently wrapped her other hand around their combined ones so that she was holding his hand within both of hers and took another closer towards him. “I was impressed with what you were beginning to achieve with the Oligarchy” she said softly, “It would have been interesting to see what you might have turned it into.” She offered a regretful smile and a small shrug of her shoulders before releasing his hand.

Saraekiel had heard her words to Kerr and it took all he had not to roll his eyes. It was one of the...many...things he and Shae disagreed on. Kerr may have tried to change things but his time there was too short to achieve or change anything. his predecessors had used the Luminary and the Oligarchs to rule the different supernatural groups in the city with an iron fist and to suppress, torture and kill anyone who disagreed with them, defied them or tried to stand up to them. Fuck the Oligarchy, it was nothing but a set up and tool for tyrants.

As Shae turned her attention to Ben he smiled warmly at Kerr and offered him his hand to shake. " A pleasure to see you again Mr Galvin, as always." he narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked the vampire over. "You've cut your hair since last we spoke. It looks good on you. Very now." he was going to say more but he noticed Phaedre was stepping forward to meet the ex luminary and Ben and so made to step aside. "We should get together again sometime soon and have a chat." He said with another smile before moving aside before Phaedre shoved him out of the way.

Phaedre  ignored the stares, originally she was going to take it in her stride and turn it to her advantage. her brother thought they should keep their nature to themselves, but she planned to live here, stay here, make her nest her and expand their clan. She would be the first American gorgon Queen and she didn't want anyone to be able to accuse them of being dishonest for hiding their nature. let them see them and know them for what they were. Descendants of Gods.

However, her attention was now focused on the amulet dangling off the necklace around her neck, it had started thrumming against her chest as soon as they had entered the tent and had turned green the closer they got to Ben, but the pupil of the eye looked towards the side of the room where a few people were sitting instead of on the vampire Saraekiel had brought them to meet. When Kerr had stood up to come and join them, the eye moved with him.

She put the eye's interest in Kerr aside as she stepped towards Ben and offered him her hand, dismissing her snakes and returning her hair to their chocolate and copper kissed curls and her eyes to their human state and colour.

“A pleasure to meet you Mr Samson and you are kind to ask, but no, my brother and I don't hold any special title. We may have been born the status of being royal but the only people amongst our kind who have titles are the Queen and her eldest daughter the Heir .” She smiled with good humour as she indicated her brother and herself. " It prevents the rest of the royal brood from becoming uppity."

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Re: Not Just A Pretty Face
« Reply #32 on: November 19, 2019, 06:28:22 PM »
Ben smiled, shaking or kissing hands depending on how they were thrust out at him. The attention of the group had shifted to Kerr and Ben felt increasingly uncomfortable standing there. Saraekiel's presence felt like a force and he was trapped between the dark angel and Kerr, meeting Saraekiel's network of friends and starting to understand how he'd taken the north if he had powerful friends like these.

As the conversation continued around him, he looked at Kerr as much as possible but after a while, with Kerr's focus fixed on the gorgons he sidled his gaze to the dark angel. When their eyes met Ben smirked and lowered his gaze hurriedly.

He really needed to get out of here.

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Re: Not Just A Pretty Face
« Reply #33 on: November 19, 2019, 08:44:46 PM »
The conversation ebbed and flowed around him and Kerr was happy to let it, doing his best to look interested and try to relax.  He wasn't sure how to quell the flighty, sick feeling being

caught between

near Ben and Saraekiel caused, so it churned endlessly in his gut, his mind forcibly suppressing images of the two of them fucking only adding to his turmoil.

He was distracted sharply when his free hand was taken and ensconced by Shae and she spoke so kindly him. He blinked. He didn't know her from a bar of soap but her words struck him as genuine. "Thank you. I appreciate your candour," he murmured, nodding his head towards her and managing a smile. He released her hand in something of a daze, stunned to have received positive feedback from someone associated with the dark angel.

And then Saraekiel approached him. With his hand out. Kerr stared at it.

What might have constituted five seconds of hesitation to those looking on felt like an eternity to Kerr. He didn't want to touch him. The mark on Ben's chest flashed to mind and everything in him balked. It was only sex, Ben had told him so, but he knew the desire was still present, for both of them. And Saraekiel was corruption personified, which terrified him. The potential for Ben to be drawn in with sex but swept away by a darkness that they both knew was already inside him was overwhelming. Paralysing.

But they were being watched. Whether it was true or not, Kerr felt like every gaze in the tent was turned in their direction - particularly Dana's. She'd already astutely noticed something between the Central candidate and the North's District Leader and tried to sidle information out of Kerr. If he made a scene by not shaking Saraekiel's hand, it would also be noted. He couldn't do that to Ben.  God, he loved him. He couldn't sabotage him.

With a brief closing of his eyes (and an involuntary tightening of his hold on Ben's hand with his other), Kerr reached out and took Saraekiel's hand. It was incredibly warm and the tiny part of his mind that was entirely panicked by the situation insisted that the dark angel's flesh was hot enough to sear him. He squeezed his hand and moved it awkwardly up then down before he pulled away, being sure not to wipe his own hand on his suit. His palm was still tingling.

Kerr lifted his gaze to Saraekiel's eyes and frowned in confusion as he talked about Kerr changing his hair in the past few weeks. Odd. He shook his head wordlessly, frowning at the dark angel. His hair wasn't long enough to alter and certainly hadn't grown. It was evidence that Saraekiel had ignored him to the point that he'd barely noticed him - not even enough to take in basic details about his appearance. Fuck you, he thought to himself. "Uh, should we?" was what he said.

Thankfully, Saraekiel slithered away and the gorgons took centre stage. Kerr watched them, still finding it taxing to maintain his composure but clinging to Ben as his lifeline. At least the gorgons offered an intriguing distraction. He knew very little about them - beyond the general mythology, nothing - and wondered whether the Oligarchy's library would have more information. The way Phaedre's necklace turned towards him was unnerving but he supposed it was something to do with the dimensional access he carried inside his chest. It was the only special thing about him - beyond his partner, anyway.

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Re: Not Just A Pretty Face
« Reply #34 on: November 21, 2019, 12:50:46 AM »
Saraekiuel was bemused by Kerr’s reaction to him, it was, intriguing. His brows furrowed slightly as he tried to think on how he might has insulted him or what he might have done to get him so offside and all he could come up with was Ben. Which was unlikely surely? They had been discreet with their tryst and neither Ben or he had been actively chasing each other. Maybe it was because of the sex? Which would be interesting considering Ben just announced to everyone present that Kerr was his everything. Unless of course Kerr was expecting complete and utter monogamy from his partner and himself. Surely not though, unless Kerr was an idealist and not a pragmatist, in which case, how very quaint for him.

As Kerr shook his hand however he let the whole thing go, it wasn’t worth dwelling on. Whatever Kerr's problem was, it was his problem.

As the introductions and conversations started to die off, he decided it was a good time to leave. This was Ben’s night and no doubt there were many others who wanted his attention.

“Well, it has been a pleasure seeing you again Mr Samson, Mr Galvin” He said with a smile that was as tiny as Ben’s and it was all for him as he offered his hand in a farewell shake. “If you need anything you know where to find me” He didn’t want things to become awkward or overly drawn out so he let go Ben’s hand and stepped away “And I wish you luck with your campaign, although I seriously doubt you need it.” He said before turning away and heading for the exit, the others; after saying their various farewells and thanking Ben for his time, followed him as they wished. He had no doubt Ben would win the campaign, he was too fresh, too new and already had a favourable history and rapport with the community because of the supe university and his various other good deeds.

Oh fuck the Jewish Carpenter! Was it Ben’s light he was attracted to? The very thought and the horror therein had him almost stumbling in his steps.

Phaedre smiled and shook Ben and Kerr's hands as she thanked them and bade them farewell. However she hadn't forgotten her amulet's interest in Kerr and wondered who she could talk to to find out what skeletons they both might have in the closet.

Phoenix smiled and shook their hands. " Thank you for taking the time to meet us. I appreciate it, considering how busy you must be" He flicked his gaze to see how far Saraekiel and his sister had moved away before glancing back to the vampires. "Hopefully I will see you both around sometime. Good night." He smiled again before nodding his head and following after the others.

"Phoenix is such a sweety" Shae said almost conspiratorially towards Ben and Kerr. " and I too must add my farewells. After all I have popcorn to murder and a Dark Angels ass to kick in dodgem cars. So until next time. And good luck with the campaign Mr Samson, your competitor is a total dick by the way." She finished with a saucy wink and smile before trotting off after the rest of the northern riff raff.

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Re: Not Just A Pretty Face
« Reply #35 on: November 23, 2019, 10:07:10 AM »
Ben's smile broadened when Saraekiel told him he didn't need luck on his campaign even though he was wished it. He turned next to the gorgons, nodding to Phoenix's words as he shook hands again, laughing softly at Shae's declaration about Jake even as his gaze darted around to see who'd overheard. Thankfully Dana was quite a way away, except he knew she was a werewolf and it was possible she could hear a little better because of it. He wasn't sure because all of the books he'd read about enhanced senses in human form were hypothetical because no werewolf had subjected themselves to testing.

The quick entrance and exit of Saraekiel and his powerful friends enhanced Ben's sensation of being caught in the whirlwind of a public appearance. It would only be later - and with Kerr's help - that he would be able to recall the titles of the three new faces he'd met.

When the tent began to empty and only a small group of people were left (and all speaking with each other about unrelated topics) Ben was overwhelmed and suddenly feeling like a fraud. He whirled to face Kerr and pressed a hand to his chest.

"How much longer for the meet and greet?" he asked, hoping that time had passed quickly rather than slowly. His earlier confidence was gone. Right now he felt out of place even though his body language was painting him as impatient.


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Re: Not Just A Pretty Face
« Reply #36 on: November 23, 2019, 05:59:53 PM »
Seeing an opportunity too good to ignore, Xiamara followed Saraekiel out of the tent like a shadow, intent on having a word with him while his compatriots lingered over their farewells.

(Interlude in Networking)

When she returned, she was pleased to note that nothing untoward had occurred in her absence.

~*~

Kerr's lips compressed ever so slightly as Saraekiel told Ben he knew where to find him but at least he complimented Ben's campaign before he swanned away. The gorgons helped him force thoughts of Ben and the dark angel fucking out of his head with their farewells; the austere, mysterious female with the eye amulet and the more docile male with his pretty face, both of them adorned with delicious, itch-to-comb-your-fingers-through-them curls and the kind of skin Kerr wanted to taste. His smile was genuine when Phoenix shook his hand a second time, Kerr's curiosity well and truly piqued by the siblings.

"Hopefully," he enthused at the gorgon, his gaze drifting after him as he left before Shae captured his attention again. He laughed and nodded when she declared Phoenix a sweetie, listening to the rest of her commentary with raised eyebrows. It became a genuine laugh when she called Jake a dick, though he was aware of Ben's furtive glances beside him also. Well, in this, Ben had to be diplomatic but Kerr could be afforded a little leeway, he felt. If he laughed at the slander and it got back to Jake, he'd be able to smooth it over. He hoped, anyway. After Lisa-Joe's visit... he pushed that aside to think about later. It was still too soon.

Kerr stuck close to Ben in the wake of Saraekiel's visit. Mostly because it soothed him but also because it kept him away from Dana. He was wary of her insightfulness, concerned about what she might ask him if he found himself alone with her again. She was the kind of straight-talking-yet-question-bending person he knew he'd be vulnerable to - when she asked him questions about things he had strong feelings about, anyway. He liked her but he feared her, too. Self-preservation kept him orbiting Ben and doing his best to circle away from her as much as possible.

When Ben asked him how long this session had to go, Kerr smiled at him, covering the hand on his chest with one of his while the other sought his pocket watch to check the time. "Two minutes," Kerr smiled, clicking the watch closed and re-pocketing it. "I think we can safely say you survived it," he murmured, plucking the hand off his chest and turning it into a gentle hold as he stepped forward to kiss Ben's forehead. "Now you get a three hour break before you do it all again - for twice as long," he grinned, laughing at Ben's expression and moving to hug him.

~*~

Aware of the time elapsing, Owen had returned to the tent to see if anything needed doing. He'd been hanging out with Vincent in the KGA tent more than doing anything too challenging, anyway.

The captain eyed him as he walked back into the tent, looking around. "Impeccable timing," she observed with a smirk.

Owen grinned proudly and gave a jaunty bow. "Why thank you."

She shook her head at his cockiness. "Start closing up those walls again, would you? That should give these stragglers the hint."

"Aye, Captain," he agreed with a brisk salute, pleased when she narrowed her eyes at him - though he hurried towards the folded-back material of the marquee quite smartly, skirting around Ben and Kerr with his customary broad grin and a thumbs up at Ben.