Scotty
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❝ Drop dead gorgeous . . . ❞ 18+ || RP
Joined November 2024
𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖞 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢 ⇢ Former Bleak Baltimore Guitarist ⇢ Ghost Possessing a Corpse ⇢ Bisexual | Aromantic ⇢ Vengeful Spirit ⇢ 18+ | MDNI Summoned by;; #𝕴𝖘𝖐𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙𝖍
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Scotty spares him a sideways glance, snorts in amusement, then looks him up and down properly. “Wouldn’t have stayed this long if I didn’t. You’ve got a hell of a voice and…stage presence.”
Scott wasn't alone for long. Having picked out his meal for later, he, too, slipped out the side door for a cigarette of his own. Seeing he was not alone and exactly who it was made him grin. "Enjoy the show?" He asked in his melodic timbre.
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“It’s not mine,” he mutters, picking the flakes out of the comb’s teeth to delay going through his poor fur again. “It’s from that shitty vampire, I just…procrastinated grooming myself.”
coming across such a sight was — definitely something else. sitting crisscrossed in front of the other male now. head tilted just a little. “ damn. what happened to * you, man ? “
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No wonder he’s the way he is… Scotty has no plans of lingering. He’s been inside for long enough, so he takes the first opportunity after the set to slip outside for a much needed cigarette.
If Cillian had his way, Valentin would be as spoiled as he could possibly make him. He'd want for nothing and be handed the world on a silver platter. The set finished, and the Fae moved to the side of the stage and started to mingle.
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Sitting on the floor with his tail across his lap, combing dried blood out of the dark fur and hissing at the harsh tugging. “Son of a bitch…”
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Blink. Slow blinking. That’s caught him off guard. It’s clear he doesn’t know what to say at first, tugging at the collar of his shirt sheepishly. “Shit, man… I don’t think anyone’s ever wanted to take pictures of me before. That’s—I’m flattered.”
( A fond smile and a snort of amusement at that. Scratching the back of his neck. ) Well—- I wouldn’t say no to a selfie. But actually—- I was wondering if you’d ever want your picture taken. Like a photo shoot or something. I’m studying photography. . . So I’m always ++
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You little shit… [Cradling his hand as if his poor finger was actually bitten.] Yeah, I show up in pictures. As long as I’m in my body, obviously. Why? You want a selfie, pretty boy?
( A smile. Lightly snapping his teeth at Scotty’s finger. ) Even if you still meant it the same way—- I still wouldn’t blame you. . . . You uh. . . you show up in pictures and stuff, right?
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In the best way… Yes. [Booping him on the nose.] But not in the way I meant it then. I’ve been converted into a vampire appreciator with one or two exceptions.
I like having you around too, man. You remember when we first met? You said something about hating vampires, and that we suck. You still think that?
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If I had a stake earlier, I would’ve fixed the vampire problem… Just saying.
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No, I don’t trust you to succeed against the literal devil from the Bible! That fucker branded me right across my fucking chest. So, yeah, I don’t care if you had a plan or whatever, I had to crawl my way back into his good graces so I didn’t piss my pants every time I saw him!
I don’t give a fuck what you were doing or why you were doing it. You didn’t trust I could succeed, because if you ever did, you wouldn’t have worried about Lucifer coming after you. You can refuse to take sides all you want, but sometimes, you *need to.
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How many times do I have to say I don’t take sides? You can’t protect me from Lucifer, no shit I��m gonna suck up when he starts coming around more. I tried to use that closeness and favouritism to keep you safe, but whatever. Keep hating me for it.
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((I love tails so much…can I bullshit Scotty keeping it even when I fix him? 😭))
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Yeah, that just sounds like a normal night for me… It definitely worked, but then I was scared shitless he’d wrecked my back tattoo. Literally my best feature. Yeesh.
Alcohol? Drügs? A pint of ice cream? I mean—- I’m not judging. . . to each their own. Whatever works. It’s just. . . not the first thing *my mind would go to.
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