bakerstreet | Unexpected;

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If the sex wasn't so hot, Seth probably would've walked away the moment Destiny gave him the news that she couldn't cure Richie from being a bloodsucking snake. The only cure for vampirism seemed to still be the stake to the heart. Seth couldn't kill his brother as much as he wanted to kill his brother. He couldn't trust Richie for as far as he could throw him. His younger brother had become selfish as a culebra, thinking only of himself.

Destiny had been a ray of light in what Seth's world had become. She didn't seem to give a shit about his reputation as a thief or being wanted by the law if it was discovered his death was faked, and didn't bat an eye when told of the snakepires he'd come across in Mexico. He noted the bond she had with her cousin was a lot like what he once had with his brother. There were times where their lives felt so similar then moments where they were worlds apart.

Now was one of those moments where both questioned what it was they were doing together. Seth didn't like being told he wasn't good enough for anything or anyone. He didn't know customs the way Destiny's family kept to tradition. It was no secret that there was more than a business arrangement between the two for months but apparently the thief was only allowed to have a good time and nothing more. He learned that he couldn't accompany her to a family wedding.

"So I should go then. I'm obviously getting in your way and there's nothing you can help with. I'll shave and be on my way," he uttered full of contempt. The contempt was of a wounded child than judgment on her family. He hadn't cared about life as a gypsy until opinions were cast on Seth not being one.

Boyfriends were few and far between for Destiny and this wasn’t what that was, but Seth wasn’t a client and he’d become more than just a one night stand. She liked him. Their personalities seemed to mesh in a way that she knew she could get used to, but she told herself that she’d better not. People move on, after all. It was her way of life. While she’d spent many years in Hemlock Grove, most of her family spent their time hopping from one town to another. Destiny had never really pictured herself settling down with a guy, anyway.

She was sure that when she’d delivered the news that she couldn’t cure his brother Seth would be gone with the wind, but he’d surprised her and stuck around. Destiny wasn’t going to object to that. She’d grown unusually fond of more than just the sex and all the while she scolded herself for it. On more than one occasion she’d told her cousin Peter not to trust so easily, not to let people in so close, and yet she found herself doing the same thing with Seth.

Then the wedding came. It was funny how Romani weddings popped up out of nowhere sometimes. Such was the case with this one. The couple in question wanted to get married right away and had planned the whole thing in a rush. Destiny got an invitation and was left with very little time to come up with an explanation for Seth. She’d tried of course. Traditions were important to her people. Family events were just that and were meant exclusively for family. If he’d been a Gypsy things might have been different. It was just a stupid party and she’d be home soon and they could do something together afterwards. He hadn’t taken it as well as she’d hoped.

“That’s it?” Destiny raised her voice. “You’re going to let some stupid tradition change this?” She was angry and there was no disguising it. Maybe she had no right to be angry. It was sort of her fault, she supposed, that he was hurt or offended in the first place. Still, she wasn’t going to let go so easily.

"Are you kidding me? I'm gonna let tradition change this? YOU'RE the one still going!" he barked back. His tone was between disbelief and annoyance. "What the fuck am I gonna stick around for like some dirty little secret?" The question was rhetorical. Seth had stopped looking at Destiny. His eyes focused on gathering his things.

Maybe what had gotten them together and kept them together had been him knowing what it was like not being able to call a place home. Seth moved from location to location. It was the life of a professional thief. One that didn't get any better when his brother turned into a vampire.

Destiny had been the closest to calling somewhere home that Seth had gotten to since Mexico with the now gone Kate. It wasn't a few weeks but more than a few months that he hadn't strayed. He'd told her more than just the crazy ass shit with the culebras but the history between him and his brother Richie.

Yet his pride wouldn't let Seth tell Destiny how she hurt him. It was easier to appear pissed off and walk away. "I won't leave a trace so you can bring one of your own home without having to worry about them knowing you had an outsider around," he continued the tirade while shoving things into a bag.

Suddenly, Destiny felt like an asshole. She followed him around as he gathered his things, the expression on her face softening slightly. “You’re not a dirty little secret, okay? And...” A sigh as she swallowed her pride. “I’m sorry if you feel like I’ve been treating you like one. I’m not worried what they’d think of me if I took you to this thing, alright? I’m worried about how they’d treat you. I’m worried they’d make you feel unwelcome.” Destiny chewed the inside of her lip.

“We generally see outsiders as enemies or marks and I don’t want you going home insulted and without your wallet.” She eyed him carefully, watching his face to take in any changes in his expression. Destiny wanted to open up, tell him how much he meant to her and how much she didn’t want to let go of him, but some part of her was extremely reluctant to do it. It was as if the words just wouldn’t leave her mouth. Not yet.

“What do you want, Seth? Do you want me to stay home from the wedding?” Her eyebrows raised slightly. Could it be that simple? Skipping one wedding. What would the consequences of that be? It might piss some people off, sure, and she might not be invited to some events in the future. Certainly not the christening of the happy couple’s future kids. More than that, though? She wasn’t sure.

Destiny reached out as Seth was gathering his things to grab his arm, essentially stopping him in the middle of what he was doing. “Just hold on a second, okay? Just talk to me.”

He didn't budge when she refuted his statement or even at her apology. Not at first. It wasn't until Destiny had gotten to her worry over how he'd be treated that Seth finally started to listen even though he wouldn't meet her eyes. The pace in which he gathered his things had slowed and he only glanced at her through his peripheral vision. He couldn't help a light scoff at her words about him ending up without a wallet. "You should be worried about your people losing their valuables, not me."

A hand moved up over his hair, finally looking over at her when Destiny asked what he wanted. What did he want? He thought it was simple enough; he wanted her. Especially when it seemed that she wanted him. The rate in which he continued packing his things had slowed to a snail's pace but he didn't stop. When she grabbed his arm, he moved the hand on that arm to her side and pulled her in. He kissed her long and hard.

"I want what we've had," he uttered in a low voice. His head hadn't fully pulled back but rested his forehead against hers. Seth opened his eyes and looked into hers. "I want that no matter who's around. Not your family, my brother, anybody." Him and Destiny versus the world? For a fleeting moment, he had felt it possible until the wedding invitation came down the pike. It hurt more than he was able to put into words--the notion he had her all wrong.

His eyes didn't hold hope regardless of kissing her with everything he had. Destiny had a huge family. One that didn't just look over tradition. Seth had no right to get in the way of that. He was the one alone in the world and without roots. "But you know as well as I do, that's never gonna happen. Doesn't matter how crazy I am about you. They're not gonna let me in their world..." His arm released the hold around Destiny. "...And I'd prove everything they think right if I tried taking you away from them."

Even though he spoke without any doubt or hesitation, his eyes still watched her with a borderline pleading quality. Could she prove him wrong? It was one of the few times Seth hoped to have incorrect information.

The kiss caught Destiny off guard, but it wasn’t an unpleasant surprise. When it came to an end she found herself wanting more but let him pull away. Her eyes locked with his as their foreheads rested against each other. It almost felt like her heart was physically aching when she heard his words. Destiny knew how difficult it would be for them to be together, all things considered. Peter would be fine with him, but the rest of her family? They would be less forgiving. This was the only time she found herself actually grateful that her father was out of the picture.

She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. They only opened when she was finally ready to speak again. “What if we tried it?” Destiny realized that it sounded ridiculous. She felt nervous just suggesting it. It was a bold notion, going against generations of tradition and unspoken rules. Still, she’d seen Peter find love with an outsider once. He’d been ready to marry her, too. Maybe she could borrow some of her cousin’s bravery.

“What’s the worst they can do? So my family’ll give us the stink-eye. I can live with that.” But Destiny knew there would be more than that, she was just denying it. There was a very real possibility that her own flesh and blood would turn their backs on her for making what they considered to be a questionable decision. The idea of losing her family, her heritage, made her stomach turn, but the idea of losing Seth made her just as sick. She was truly stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Her hand found his and gave it a squeeze. She held onto it as if by holding onto it she would hold onto him. If only that were true.

Destiny let out a heavy sigh like she was letting go of a giant weight. “I wish my aunt Lynda was here. She’d like you, at least.” She smiled weakly. It would have been nice to have one more Rumancek on her side of the argument.

“What if we tried it?”

The words weren't ones he expected to hear from Destiny. Not because he was wounded from the choice that seemed to be made regarding the family wedding invitation but from everything he knew of her. His brown eyes showed the surprise he felt. He peered almost timidly toward her, as if to wait for the other shoe to fall and find the joke on him.

Yet it never did. It wasn't her style but Seth couldn't immediately believe she was serious. Not only wasn't it her genuine notion and not a joke but Destiny appeared determined to try her suggestion. Instead of holding her hand, he stopped what he was doing and wrapped her up in an embrace.

He wanted nothing more in the world at that time to settle down and have some semblance to a stable life. Maybe one heist to give them a foundation to start with but mainly the possibility to spend day after day with someone who wanted and needed him as much as he needed and wanted them.

It was a dream he had for so long. One that would never happen with Destiny regardless of how much they wanted it to. He couldn't let her fall into a situation where her family might abandon her. "So this Aunt Lynda's not the smartest member of the family, huh?" he opted to lightly tease through the warm hug.

"They're not just gonna stop with stink-eye. I've heard some of the stories. Your cousin warned me. I should've listened." His words had grown serious and while they sounded like goodbye, Seth didn't let her go. He started a little sway as he held her snug. "As much as I wanna try. I can't do that to you, Baby."

As much as she didn’t want to believe it, Seth was right. There was a saying that Nicolae and many of the other elders pounded into the brains of Destiny and her younger relatives. Gadje Gadjensa, Rom Romensa. Outsiders with outsiders and Romani with Romani, basically. It was one of the earliest lessons she’d learned and up until this point she’d never seen anything wrong with it. What was wrong with seeking out relationships with the people she’d had so much in common with? But then along came Seth, someone on the same wavelength with her who wasn’t a gypsy at all, and that just threw a wrench into everything Nicolae could have dreamt up for his granddaughter.

Seth’s words as he told her that he couldn’t do that to her felt like they absolutely pierced her heart. Like they weren’t words at all, but shards of something sharp. Somehow, though, it was the kindest thing he could have done. An expression crossed Destiny’s face that made her look like the saddest girl in the world, but she managed a small smile. “I know. It’s not how the world works.”

She held onto Seth, though, in spite of her words suggesting that she was saying goodbye. “The last thing in the world I want to do is let go of you.” It was the truth. Even though she knew that it was probably for the best, even though she knew that she had to, she just didn’t want to let go of him. Destiny selfishly wanted to keep him in her life.

For a moment she buried her face in his shoulder, enjoying the closeness. When she lifted her head, Destiny pulled away slightly so they could see each other’s faces. That sad smile was back on her face again. “Just for the record, I’m glad you didn’t listen to my cousin’s warnings.”

His own heart was in pieces. It felt like his lot in life, never having something good for more than a fleeting moment in time. Seth knew sacrifice in his years looking over his younger brother. Loving someone meant putting them first. Only at that realization did he figure out how hard he'd fallen for Destiny. She was glad he hadn't listened to Peter but Seth couldn't say the same as he held her snug.

"So what if I'm in love with you? I wanna marry you. Make a life with you. Will they ever let me in? I mean, how do they really know where I come from? My mom ran off when I was a kid. What if she's..." Destiny only had herself to blame, looking up at him with her sad smile. He didn't expect less but neither did Seth want her to feel that she wasn't worth a fight. Sure, he found the shit she did weird. He'd seen worse. He was no saint but she put up with him.

His forehead rested against hers and his eyes closed. "...I've never belonged anywhere. Ever. I belong with you." Seth didn't want to let her go regardless of knowing he had to. Her family, at best, considered him a fairly reliable business partner. He was dependable but still an outsider. Always an outsider. It didn't matter how loyal or dedicated he was naturally. Hell, he'd been more loyal to Destiny than half the jerks from her family circle were to their girlfriends. None of it mattered.

Destiny pulled away from him, her jaw hanging open slightly. “Marry me?” She asked with quiet incredulity. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t entertained the thought herself. A life with Seth sounded perfect. Harmonious, even. She wouldn’t mind waking up morning after morning with him by her side. It was something that Destiny didn’t think that she would ever tire of. Still, when Seth said that he wanted to marry her it caught her slightly off-guard. Once she’d recovered from the surprise, though, she found herself with the ghost of a smile on her face. It was impossible, but it still made her smile.

“If we could fool them, Seth, we’d have an amazing life.” That faint, almost-smile became the real thing and she brushed her fingertips against his cheek. Destiny would even teach him the little Romanian she knew so he’d fit in a little better. Anything to make things better for him. It was an amazing fantasy, dreaming about the life they could have together if only they could con Destiny’s family. How likely was that, though? Her smile dimmed slightly and she looked away from him for a moment.

“I never pictured myself falling for anyone like I fell for you.” She sighed. “I never thought I’d settle down, really. Not that I had anything against the idea, it’s just…” Destiny shrugged her shoulders. “Fate really screwed us over, didn’t it?” The corners of her mouth pulled into a frown. Of course when she’d finally find someone she’d be willing to love forever and settle down with it would be someone she couldn’t settle down with.

“I want that, now. To settle down.” She shook her head slowly. “We can’t have that, can we?” It was a sobering realization.

She laughed a little. “I wish we could pick up and start fresh somewhere else. Somewhere where no one would give a shit what your bloodline was.”

Her pull away felt like if something was torn out of him. Seth swallowed hard but respected her choice for distance. She was confusing and wonderful. Maybe that was the combination that made him fall in love with her. Destiny always kept him guessing. He never fully knew where he stood with her. The only thing he never questioned was what mattered most; she cared for him and understood how he needed her.

She went on with both a visual and verbal turmoil over everything he offered. It took all his strength not to push the idea. They deserved an amazing life. She deserved one. Being the one who gave it to her was all that Seth wanted. It was something simple with almost any other woman. His hands slipped into the pockets of his pants, needing to hold onto something as she contemplated their lives.

However, there was only so much he could take of the questions she asked that he had no real answers for. Stealing her away would be the greatest heist he could ever hope to accomplish and the most selfish. If he truly loved her, he would never do that to her. Seth did the only thing that made sense to him in that moment. His hands came out of his pockets and pulled Destiny to him by her hips while his mouth crashed against hers, kissing her with everything he had.

One for the road. He couldn't stand to hear more of what neither of them could change. It was time for goodbye. Hopefully her family could forgive Destiny being late as Seth had no plans to stop at the searing kiss. She could stop him or indulge him as his hands moved from her hips to sliding up under her blouse in a familiar way that stripped her of the garment. If all they would ever be was a moment in time, he was determined to make their last the best.

Her eyebrows raised in surprise at the kiss. Destiny hadn’t seen it coming, but it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise. As soon as she’d acclimated to the gesture, she found herself kissing him back with equal fervor, her arms wrapped around him and pulling him closer to her. Was this their last kiss? It very well could have been. It certainly felt like it with where their discussion had been going. Instead of crying over all of it, Destiny channeled all of that emotion and poured it into that kiss.

Destiny raised her arms as she felt Seth’s arms underneath her blouse to allow him to more easily remove it. They’d done this dance a million times before and it was no less exciting to her but quite familiar. She’d gotten used to, and even fond of, the way he moved and the way he touched her. Her hands went to work behind her at the task of unfastening her flimsy black bra so she could quickly slip out of that, as well. All clothing was haphazardly tossed to the side.

In the heat of the moment it was easy to grow impatient, and Destiny seemed just that as she eagerly pulled the hem of Seth’s shirt over his head. She broke the kiss only for this moment and as soon as the garment was tossed to the side in that ever growing pile of clothes their lips connected once more.

It seemed like she had a million things to say, but she didn’t want to say any of them. It didn’t seem right. She didn’t want to spoil the purity of the heat between the two of them. Instead, Destiny got busy fumbling and trying to unfasten the button at his waist. She was usually more composed and better able to remove a pair of pants in the heat of a moment, but something had her feeling like she was all thumbs. When she finally unbuttoned his pants she had to smile for a moment. It felt like a victory.

It was a dance they had done so many times before yet now there was a nervous energy. Or sadness. Everything seemed final but he couldn't leave without having her one last time. Seth couldn't help wonder if giving in was a sign of goodbye or chance at a life together. He pushed all thinking out of his mind and focused on Destiny.

I love you. I'm in love with you... The words came from him in the slow way he touched her. Be it a kiss or caress of his rough hands. She fumbled at his belt and pants, he did the same with her bottoms. Her smile brought a soft one to his features. One that couldn't reach his eyes since everything was still unclear. His lips fell against hers for more than a soft press, deepening and tasting her slowly.

He moved Destiny out of the clothes pooled around them. Seth made a check for every article, making sure her body was rid of everything she wore. He walked her back toward the bedroom while tangled in a kiss. It wasn't a simple swirl of tongue or press of lips. The tip of his tongue swept over hers, sucking on her lower lip before connecting a little hungrier.

Seth lowered his head from the ministrations at her mouth, down her neck when they reached her bed. His hands gripped her on each side and lifted Destiny back onto the bed. He laid her back and crept onto the bed with her. "I wanna taste you." Need to taste you. It was something he said now and then about going down on her when they weren't being vulgar.

The kiss left every nerve ending tingling. Seth knew exactly how to drive her wild with a simple touch, so it was no surprise that his kissing technique did the exact same thing. Destiny kissed back just as passionately, only spurred on by the fact that they were both very much in this moment. This moment was quite possibly all they had left, so it made perfect sense to Destiny to cling to it with both hands.

She let him guide her to their bed. Seth was her eyes as she took quick, backward steps out of the circle of removed clothing and toward the bed. It seemed like they never stopped touching one another during this shift in position, not even as he laid her down on the bed. Her arms wrapped around him and held him close as he kissed her like she wasn’t willing to let go.

Destiny raised her head slightly when she heard his words. The tiniest of smiles formed on her lips and she relaxed, laying back once more and spreading her legs apart. If he wanted to taste her, she would let him. She knew he could drive her wild with a kiss on the mouth and he could do the same with a kiss anywhere else.

Her hands slid up his back, one finding its way to his shoulder and the other resting lightly on the back of his head, and Destiny gently began to guide him downward.

(Combination of 3 and 9 work out okay? Did you wanna start us off or should I?)

[first meeting? ]

Edited 2016-06-10 07:08 (UTC)

(wanted to check and see if you were okay with robots/cyborgs before tagging formally.)

[ Very okay with it, I looked at your character and he looks fascinating. Please tag if you're still keen! ]

This wasn't the first time he had been ordered to assist someone generally not human. The fact of the matter was that Tres had routinely worked beside another priest with long silver hair. A priest that was a vampire that fed off of other vampires. So whatever this man was, he was certain he could handle it. It still seemed a bit like overkill to send the only remaining Killing Doll to assist a seasoned hunter. But the Vatican needed some good will outreach and he had been ordered to go. There was no questions. He went.

The petit man stood far too still as he waited for the man he was supposed to be meeting. He was almost a statue with how rigid and unmoving he was. His black AX priest uniform sat heavily on his shoulders making him seem more threatening that such a small man should be. He waits patiently for the arranged time. He had been told he would know the man when he saw him, mostly because his scans would indicate a distinct difference between him and humans.

Tres caught sight of a tall graceful man headed his direction. He finally moved, steps heavy as he quickly closes the gap. The Cardinal had ordered him to be polite (or as polite as something like him can be.) "Vatican Patrol Priest, Father Iqus, reporting for duty." His voice is as flat as his expression.

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Edited 2016-06-24 20:48 (UTC)

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going with first meetings~

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Madoka Takatori | Shounen Maid | m/m or femdom

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