Vincent and Jayce's "house" in the outskirts of Lohrith. Sans the snow.
I'll be adding a better description of this later but it's good to know that in the very middle of the castle there is a large, square garden with several types of roses, most of which are comprised of the special blue roses that Jayce grows. In another corner is an area where he works on making glass trinkets and other such things.
There is a lot of alcohol around the house due to Vincent's bad habits, and because Jayce uses some of it for his alchemy/science.
There is a lab somewhere in the castle that serves as Jayce's private workspace for projects. Though he has an office in the headquarters too.
Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 2:07 pm
"Home is where the heart is, as they say~!" Vincent could see the tips or towers coming into view. He felt his chest swell from excitement, and had to stop himself from sprinting the rest of the way. He had done a very good job of being quiet and careful up until now, though, and didn't want to ruin that. He had planned the trip back to Lohrith very carefully, to make sure he could get home without anyone seeing him. He wanted to rest for a day or two at the very least before dealing with all of the people that would no doubt be furious with him.
He had also waited to come back until there was a replacement set up, and they had had time to get nice and comfortable. He didn't want to return to the same place he was stuck in before, with responsibilities and politics and bureaucratic bullshit surrounding his every move. He wanted to continue with the gang, and maybe even stay within the upper ranks if they would allow him, but he had learned rather quickly that being a leader was not for him. He couldn't do the tied down thing, the "make sure people do their job" thing. He couldn't play nice, or play bad cop, or figure out which was needed and when. He had no filter, and no rhyme or reason to create one for himself.
So, he had bounced out for a mini vacay. Went total off grid, MIA for a bit. It had been nice to reconnect with himself. And with the gorgeous woman he had hooked up with. Over, and over, and over, and...
The castle/house combo was now in full view, and he was grinning. He felt about to explode from joy. The only thing he wanted was to be in his own space again, with Jayce yelling at him that he was an a*****e and irresponsible and checking him over before beating him up even worse than he already was. It would be awesome.
Walking into the main hall, he cupped his hands around his mouth and said in the loudest voice he could muster through his sore throat, "JACEY-POOOOOO~! DADDY'S HOOOOME!!!!" He grinned, knowing if the male was home, that would get the argument started quite nicely.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 9:31 pm
Vincent woke, curled in on himself, far too pleasantly warm, in far too soft of a space. His body ached and screamed at him, and although his mind was awake, his eyes refused to pry themselves open. He took the time to allow his thoughts to wander, to gather and sort within the slowly fading veil of sleep.
The past two weeks were a blur in his memories. He started with the day he had decided to leave Lohrith. He had adjusted things in his office, making everything aligned and perfect. He had fiddled with this and that, trying to avoid his thoughts. But ultimately, the silence had caught up with him, and he had walked away. He walked away from the crushing responsibility, the people, the city, the gang… Jayce.
The pain that flared up in his chest had nothing to do with the physical injuries that he had sustained the night before, or any night prior. Thinking back on their years together, he realized that once Jayce had entered his life, loneliness had left him. Funny thing about that, was now he felt more alone than ever.
A two week pilgrimage to the town he was born in had proven to be a waste of time. He wasn’t sure what he was searching for. Didn’t know what he expected to find. But it had ended up being a whole lot of nothing. His father hadn’t been there when he broke in the back door to his childhood home. In fact, it looked like he hadn’t been there in awhile, if the spoiled milk in the fridge and dust on the tv remote said anything. He had left feeling unsatisfied, and bitter. He found his way to the flea-infested motel he had stayed in at the tender age of eighteen, and tried to comfort himself with the same brand of spirits that had dragged him out of sorrow back then. But no relief had come. There was something missing.
It was Jayce. He had started back to Lohrith, thinking only of how he could possibly make up for this most serious of transgressions. And now, laying in his own bed, alone, tired, sore, tears slowly rolling down his face, it all made sense. He had been trying to find himself. He had thought going home would make him remember. But home was not a building. Home was not a city.
For him, home was a person. Two arms, and a beating heart. A voice that never failed to calm his fears, and a fire that burned so brightly it had tempered him to the vicious ways of the world. His sword and his shield. His only true love.
Finally, he forced his eyes open, gasping for air past the quiet sobs that wracked his thin frame. He ignored the pain and protests his body made as he pushed himself from under the covers, rolled off the bed, struggled to stand. The trip to the door was longer than he remembered, but he managed. Flinging the thing open so hard it almost left it’s hinges, he started down the hall.
“Jayce? Jayce!” His voice was harsh, raspy, like gravel was rolling around in his vocal chords. “Where are you?! Jayce please!”
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 9:59 pm
This is done, there is no song on it however. Here is one of his songs anyways!
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►"I'm not afraid to hurt you, I'm not afraid to break you, So I'll ask you this once, back off."◄
Jayce wasn't sure when he woke up the next morning exactly how he felt about the situation he'd found himself in the night before when he'd found Vincent waiting for him in the main hall of their home, calling out to him as if he'd only gone for a short walk or as though he'd simply gone out to market, and not like he'd run off with literally no word or warning, or about what was going on with Lohrith and Hellfire in general anymore. With Vincent back, everything felt skewed and tilted. Everything felt..off. It made him shift where he sat, out in the center garden, uncomfortably, hand coming up to his chest where he pressed his hand. He hated feeling unsure, hated feeling doubt and concern like this. On top of that, he knew he needed to stop his thoughts on the matter soon, and somehow, because they were dangerous. Yes, Vincent was back, yes, he was overjoyed at seeing him again, and knowing that he was probably going to stay this time, but his position had been taken. There was no way in hell he was getting that back, and Jayce had always seen him as his leader. That in and of itself he knew needed to change. Vincent couldn't be his leader anymore, now he was just his other half, his love, his mate....And he was terrified for him. Fear. Something he didn't often feel, but knew well when it hit, because when it did, it hit him hard.
He flicked his gaze to his phone, which sat on the stone bench next to him, and then back to the rose bush in front of him, the vivid blue that usually served to calm him instead just making him a little more nervous. He'd gotten a message just moments ago, and he knew he should check it because it was most likely Von who had sent it, but he was..honestly a little afraid to do so.
'Who knows how he might react to the news...I was angry last night, upset, beat Vincent up and sent Von that message..but..Now that I'm thinking about it, was that the best idea I've ever had in my life? I was being irrational...Then again, it's better that way. If I had tried to hide Vincent from him who knows what would have happened? With my luck..Von would have found out on his own or Vincent wouldn't let me keep him locked up here to keep him from being discovered and he'd run right into him. That would undoubtedly end pretty badly.' He thought to himself as he closed his eyes and cringed, taking in a slow, deep breath, and letting it go again just as slowly. After a moment he opened his eyes again, trying to force his usual calm to fall back over him. He was scared, but at the same time, it wasn't like his anger towards the male had faded either. Vincent had left him, hadn't even thought to tell the person he loved that he was under too much stress and needed time away or anything. He'd just..run. Jayce had, he thought, every right to be upset.
Maybe he shouldn't be so worried about his safety, maybe, just maybe he shouldn't try and warn him about Von, maybe he should just leave things be....
Who was he kidding he couldn't do that! He wouldn't necessarily try to stop Sylvanus from meeting him or trying to beat the s**t out of him or any of that, but at the same time, he couldn't just not warn Vincent, and couldn't just let the other kill him. Maybe the other was stronger than him, maybe he'd beat him in a fight...but he had to know there was a risk of losing him if he did kill the male? Then again would that even matter? There wasn't even a guarantee Jayce could get away in the first place. With his luck, Von would have him hunted down, or he would hunt him down himself. As second in command...he knew a lot about the gang after all.
Granted there was only so much he knew about him, but from what he had learned during the time he was there so far, he knew he was dangerous. He knew there were things he wouldn't tolerate, and he also always got the feeling from him that if Vincent ever did actually show up, something bad could potentially happen. That not all of his "joking" threats about it were actually just that...jokes. "Oh would you just shut up? Stop worrying so much about it...Even if there are reasons to be concerned....I need to just be ready for whatever's coming. If I show too much doubt...well I really don't know what he would do...? Jumping to conclusions won't do me any good. Being scared that he might kill Vincent won't do me any good. I need to just stop, breath, and calm down. I'll face the situation when the time comes.." He snapped at himself, before slowly getting quieter, until he was near mumbling. When he was done, he shifted his gaze back to the phone on the bench next to him, and reached over to pick it up, running his thumb over the screen to clear away some dirt that had gotten onto it before he woke it and clicked the notification for Von's message. Quickly, he scanned over it, before he paused, staring at the image the male had sent, and slowly shaking his head smiling a bit and laughing quietly. He wasn't even sure if he was actually amused, or even more nervous now.
His art...was horrendous. If he hadn't made the announcement before about Vincent's head being on a stake if he was ever brought back, he wouldn't have even understood the picture. Maybe thought it was him telling him he wanted Jayce's head on a stake instead for even letting him come back. As he stood from where he sat, moving the phone to his pocket so he could take the gloves he had on his hands off, he tried to think of how he would respond to the message.
Of course he wasn't sure if he had been serious about beating him again, but he found himself almost tempted to tell him that yes, he in fact did want him to beat him up again, but he wasn't really sure if that was a good idea, or if it was even healthy to do so. Actually no, it probably wasn't healthy, he knew that, even if it was a known fact at least to Vincent, that he was a masochist. If the person could even actually make him feel pain that is. Though then again, it wasn't like the thought of telling him he did want him to beat him up again stemmed from his masochism. The male wouldn't even know how to cause him pain, but that didn't mean his body wouldn't suffer from the injuries, and it wasn't like the action itself wouldn't maybe clear his mind and his conflicting thoughts about everything around him now. He just wanted it solidified in his mind that Von was in fact his leader now, no questions asked. He wanted to be reminded of this fact, even if that meant that he had to be knocked down in front of Vincent or everyone else again in order to do it.
Not to mention, it might solidify the fact a bit more to Vincent that things had changed around here if he saw that the other could beat him. 'Maybe I should try going in for therapy again. It never really helped in the past but just maybe, it might this time. Because I have some serious problems right now....Then again..I did end up burning that last guy...maybe..not.' He thought, cringing at his own line of thought, before he dropped the gloves on the bench and pulled his phone back out. Starting out towards the archway that led back into one of the side halls from the atrium like garden that sat at the center of their home, and towards the room Vincent was sleeping in.
-- To Sylvanus
- Would it be weird - If I said that yes I would like another beating? - Because I feel like it would be - But...joking aside - I have no clue what to do about this situation right now? - It's not like I was out looking for him he just showed up - What..do you want me to do?
So that obviously showed a lot more concern than he'd actually wanted to, and he still went through with mentioning wanting another beating, but worded as well as he could as a joke, not wanting his weirdness to show through too much, and hoping he just let that go. He was about to open back up the messenger to send something else to the other, before he found himself freezing in his tracks, the sound of Vincent's voice reaching him from the room he was staying in further into the house. His gaze flew up, and a small panic flooded his chest at the tone of the males voice. He was apprehensive, understandably after last night, but he couldn't just ignore him. Slipping the phone back into his pocket, he started off down the hall towards where the male's voice was coming from. It sounded like it was getting closer, and he picked up his pace, long legs allowing him to move quickly without him needing to really run. As much as he didn't want it to, his chest was aching, heart racing, between worry and some kind of joy at at least being able to even hear his voice again. At the male even being there in their home again. At least this time he knew it wasn't just some cruel dream or hallucination. Vincent was actually there this time...
As he rounded the corner, he found himself near running right into the male, but instead he slowed, and braced himself, gaze flicking over the other male, taking in his panic and...what exactly was that? It was hard to tell, but it made him stop dead in the hall, his thoughts warring with each other, the rage from the night before, and the worry and love for the male battling for control, making him dizzy and confused. In order to silence them he decided to move again, pushing forward and bringing up a hand to gently place it on the males shoulder. He flicked his gaze away for a moment, then back to him before sighing softly, and watching him with open confusion and concern. When he spoke, there was still a hint of aggravation in his voice, but it was obvious he was worried, even through that. "Hey..hey I'm right here, calm down. What's wrong? Why are you yelling? Should you even really be up? You're all kinds of bruised, I'm sure you have to be in pain. You should still be in bed." He shook his head slowly, sighing softly. "Not even back for a day and you're already failing to take care of yourself properly. Vincent...come on. Really?"
