True Colors {Silas}

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Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone.

Damion lounged against the bar, his signature smirk in place, smoldering look in his eyes, and the fact that he was wearing his typical specially tailored Italian suit for the occasion. He’d gone with a dark, deeper green this time, matching his eyes in a nice way even as he wore a plain white dress shirt underneath, not bothering with a tie. He’d left his collar undone, his shirt undone a button or two at the top, and he’d slicked back his hair, leaving him looking rather the stereotypical evil for the night as he surveyed the crowd. He wanted a bit of fun. His hand reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a toothpick, sticking it between his lips and rolling it around with his tongue, his expression bored, almost too much so even before he started avidly scanning the crowd. He wanted a nice little morsel for a victim that night, and he certainly wasn’t going to leave without one.

He took his time, weaving in and out of the crowd, the damnably present trickster’s grin curling his lips in a way that seemed to put fright into those that had enough good sense to recognize him for what he was…a predator. Dami finally spotted a sweet looking little college boy, and he grinned slowly, approaching and placing a hand upon his hip, not giving him a chance to turn around as he lowered his lips to the other’s ear. ”If you’d like some no strings attached fun, why don’t you come find me out back.” He purred darkly, the shadows of the dimly lit club not offering the little twink’s buddies a chance to identify him, or know who he was. He was good, and he knew just what he was doing.

There was no way that he was going to get caught. With that thought he wove back through the crowd to the alleyway behind the club, and leaned against the brick wall across from the building, shadows shrouding the upper half of his face, light illuminating the toothpick still there, calm and collected. Not minutes later the door opened and the sweet boy stepped outside, coming straight for him as though he had no doubts about who he was. Little twink probably did know, if he was one of those other supernaturals with great sense of smell. The skinwalker idly wondered if the younger male could smell the dried and faint scent of blood upon him, since surely it wasn’t hard to find, he didn’t cover it up all that much.

He just considered it part of his natural charm, that and his spicy musk that paired so naturally, so intoxicatingly with that little hint of danger. He pulled the smaller male close, flipping their positions and capturing the male’s mouth with dark intent, pressing him hard against the wall even as he got rid of his toothpick for the time being. He could hear the male’s ragged breathing, could smell his desire wreathing around them even as he smelled something else. Pine and wolf. Werewolf. He stiffened but didn’t let it show even as he gave one last harsh kiss to the other, before letting the younger male see his eyes gleam unnaturally. ”Run.” He purred, watching the other dart off in a sudden rush of fear even as he stepped out into the center of the alleyway, chuckling darkly as he amused himself by going through the contents of the man’s wallet.

”I’ll find you later, little pet, as I’m not done with you yet.” He purred softly, before slipping his hand into his suit jacket again and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, the expensive kind that actually smelled…good, compared to others. He lit up and put the rest back into his pocket, the thick scent of clothes wreathing around him as he turned to survey the rest of the alleyway. ”Show yourself, handsome. I’d like to know who scared off my good fuck.” he said with a wicked smirk.

NOTES :: Dami is in for a surprise in the long run. XD
MUSIC :: True Colors - Phil Collins
WORDS :: 673
TAGS :: Silas;

'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end.
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known.

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The club was packed, which was preferable to Silas. More people meant more opportunity. Glancing around he spotted a lone woman at the bar. A barely sipped glass of brandy I front if her, and slightly watery eyes that glanced over the pairs dancing or socializing. Her fingers kept brushing over her ring finger and she seemed not willing to make eye contact. Silas deduced she was recently divorced, and this was likely her first night out. The slump in her shoulders told him her confidence had been pretty shot down by the lack of interst shown in her. The were wolf smirked and walked over to he bar.

She peaked up at seeing the young man sit beside and give her a charming grin. "Silas." he extended his hand to the woman who took it smiling. She gave the young man a quick glance over. Silas had dressed up for the night in a saphire colored silk dress shirt to help make his lighter blue eyes stand out, and a pair of black slacks and nice dress shoes added to his look. The black fedora with blue pinstripes was just meant to be eye catching and amusing, but helped draw attention to his face.

The two began having small talk, Silas throwing in the occasional joke and subtle compliment. She was lavishing in the attention, the wolf knew she just wanted someone to make her feel good about herself. Chances were she would suck out if he actually tried to hook up, but he still got the chance to converse with a new person and if he helped a divorced woman get the bounce back in her step, that was a lovely bonus. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it as their chatting began to die down and puffed it lightly.

Silas resisted the urge to bolt when she accidentally blew it straight into his face. He kept him compusre and politely excused himself. Once he was out of her sight he rushed to the door leading out of the club where he let out the breath he'd been holding and fell into a fit of coughs. Flashbacks of his sick days appeared right before him. Not being able to breathe, and the familiar burning in his lungs. Panic began to fade and the shaking in his body slowly came to a stop. He wasn't sick anymore, it was just smoke. Normally the smell didnt bother him when he went to these places, but having it blown right in your face was a bit different. The smell enough was bad due to his heightened senses.

He leaned against the wall, taking in a few deep breaths when he heard the door open. He was a distance away and only saw their shadowy outlines. A tall man and smaller built one were getting rather...intimate. Shit, he needed a way to sneak out of here. The alley didnt have a lot of exit points though. His nose kept picking up a strange scent, inhuman but simaler. One of the men growled for the other to run, and the twinkish one took off back into the club. Since the smell was still there, Silas assumed it was from the other man. This man wasn't human. Neither was Silas though, so jumping to conclusions wasn't a good idea.

When the man addressed him the werewolf smirked and stepped out into the man's line of sight. "Handsome eh? Watch it gorgeous we only just met." He joked hoping to defuse any anger or tension. "Sorry about your boy, I mean a bit too delicate for my taste, but still...didnt mean to cause any issues."he walked closer displaying the charming smile that had gotten him out of so many bad situations. "I'm sure you won't have any issue finding a replacement though." he let his eyes scan him over. "Can't imagine you hardly ever hear the word 'No'.".

Maybe hitting on the guy you just accidentally cock blocked wasn't a good idea, especially if you didn't know what exactly he was. Silas just saw that last part as interesting, and flirting around helped ease anger though. Plus, the guy was attractive. This dark air around him, and brilliant green eyes and his unusual scent mixed with a more rustic one. The werewolf was bold if nothing else.

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Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone.

Damion enjoyed his time alone, his time in between playing different characters and different kills. He didn’t always kill those he slept with, but they had to truly impress him, or touch something within him for the skinwalker to let them live. Besides, when there were so many people in the world, it was good to narrow down on the number a tiny bit. Not like there weren’t so many billion other people to make up for the subtle losses. He sipped his drink lazily, not bothering with a second one once he’d finished the first. He didn’t need to be drunk.

He surveyed the crowd once more before spotting a group of younger males, dancing rather…provocatively with each other, and he figured he wouldn’t mind picking one of them up. So he wove closer, staying in the shadows of the club as he spoke his offer quietly before leaving the club behind, exiting into the alleyway. The lean male waited patiently, and caught sight of the twink coming out just as he’d said, and without waiting he flipped their spots and pushed him against the wall fiercely, claiming his mouth in a way that left no room for argument.

Things were just getting interesting when the sound of coughing reached his ears, and he grimaced inwardly, before pulling back and growling a lone word to his prey. He didn’t feel like trying to keep him occupied while dealing with this new distraction. He knew the little treat would wait for him anyways. He ran a hand through his hair as he waited for the man to finish his bothersome coughing, and then turned slowly, leaning against the shadowed brick wall, his cigarette burning faintly in the gloom, exhaling slowly as he waited patiently. The skinwalker had better things to be doing, but then, as he observed the male down the alley from him, taking in the black slacks and blue dress shirt, along with the fedora, he couldn’t help but grow curious.

He didn’t seem the type of man to be coughing really. But then, who was he to judge. As he heard the other taking a few deep breaths, Damion dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it beneath one heel, exhaling the last of the smoke before speaking up to get the other’s attention. When the other looked over, he smirked and stepped more into his line of sight. "Handsome eh? Watch it gorgeous we only just met." The other joked, and the faint hint of that musk and pine wafted over him, threatening to reel the skinwalker in. ”Doesn’t tak' much tae see whin someone’s guid lookin', aye? 'n' ah hae tae say, ye dae look rather…delectable.” He said, his drawl coming out heavily accented, though not by choice.

Normally he hid his accent, but something about the werewolf brought it out in him. "Sorry about your boy, I mean a bit too delicate for my taste, but still...didn’t mean to cause any issues." He said, walking closer with a charming smile, and Dami had to wonder just how smart this man was. Did he not smell the old blood lingering around him? Perhaps not. But either way, he must be tremendously stupid or brave to be doing as he was. "I'm sure you won't have any issue finding a replacement though." He said, his blue gaze scanning the lean man over, and Damion smirked. ”Urr ye offerin’? As I’d surely be delighted to take you up on that offer.” He said, leaning a bit closer for a moment before settling back and pulling another toothpick from his pocket, clamping it between his teeth lazily.

He inwardly cursed at having switched back to his native accent once more, before firmly determining that he was going to stay in the accent he should’ve had to begin with. "Can't imagine you hardly ever hear the word 'No'." The other man said, and he grinned wickedly. ”Now wouldn’t you like to know. The name’s Damion.” He said easily, winking rakishly before letting his own gaze travel down and then back up the werewolf’s form. ”What brings you out to the darker side of the alley? Looking for something dangerous to do?” He suggested, grinning in a way that suggested a whole lot more than his words might seem.

NOTES :: Haha, found such a cool slang site. I think I went overboard. o.e
MUSIC :: True Colors - Phil Collins
WORDS :: 724
TAGS :: Silas;

'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end.
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known.

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The man's accent was clearly Scottish, lilting with slang.  Silas' own was much more subtle with mostly american wording and pronunciation.  It was thick enough for people to know he wasn't originally from here, but not so that he was hard to understand by anyone. He always like Scottish accents on other men, a memory of home.  ”Doesn’t tak' much tae see whin someone’s guid lookin', aye? 'n' ah hae tae say, ye dae look rather…delectable."  Something about the way he said that last word made him want to shiver, he wasn't quite sure if that was good or bad.  The man didn't seem put off at all by his flirtation.

”Urr ye offerin’? As I’d surely be delighted to take you up on that offer."  I'd be quite delighted also, he thought.  He looked the man over, tall with pale skin, and those emerald like eyes. His outfit for the night seemed to highlight his frame and features perfectly.  His over all theme was so mysterious and devious, and it just made him so much more interesting.  The feint smell of blood was alarming for just a moment as he leaned in close to Silas.  He'd had that smell on himself a number of times though, as a result of hunters and other things.  He leaned back and placed a toothpick between his teeth as if he were some forties mafia wise guy.  It suited him.  He spoke his mind when stating he didn't think he heard no a lot.

"Now wouldn’t you like to know. The name’s Damion.” The man winked, and his eyes glanced over Silas.  The wolf hoped he liked what he saw, he was starting to get his hopes up a bit. ”What brings you out to the darker side of the alley? Looking for something dangerous to do?”  Silas liked to think he was good at reading people, from body language to expressions. It didn't take any skills to see that grin spoke a novels worth more then his actual words did.  

Silas gave a playful smile shrugging lightly."Not at first, but I always say the best things in life are unexpected." He took a step closer looking the other man in the eyes. "You know I love a bit of charm and witty banter, and you really know how to reel em' in. I respect that in a man, and find it very alluring." His whisper was in a suggestive tone and with a slight hint of amusement. Enough to not come on as aggressive or too strongly, but let him know Silas was definitely interested.

He pulled back and gave a fake, exasperated sigh. "It's been a boring trip, you're the most interesting thing here tonight, and not just because your three kinds of gorgeous. You seem fun, and a bit devious. I like that. So why don't you tell me what kind of "trouble" you were thinking?"

Notes: Silas likes the charm XD

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Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone.

Damion didn’t mean to have given away the fact that he did indeed have a Scottish accent, or rather, a Scottish background, something that wasn’t so critical, but subtle inflections and the like told him that his companion was from the same country as he was, and because of that, he wasn’t sure he wanted to take any chances. After all, he may have started with a clean slate, but back in Scotland, his reputation, under a slightly different name and face of course, proceeded him by leaps and bounds. He was glad that the other man seemed content to return his flirtation easily, not seeming all too bothered by it, something that Damion could appreciate.

The skinwalker saw the other looking, and let him do so, his emerald gaze glinting faintly in the darkness, not inhuman this time, but definitely mischievous. He was content to live without his cigarette for the time being, instead rolling another toothpick between his teeth, the action more habitual than anything, just as he ran a hand through his hair, keeping it from falling into his face. He wondered at just what this other man would be willing to give him, would it be a night of fun? Sexual fun or crime fun? He doubted it would be either, as he didn’t think the other would go with him, but he was all too happy to fantasize. As his mind was quite creative truly. And odd as it was, he didn’t think he’d kill this one. No, something about him…drew Damion in like a moth to flame, and he didn’t want to lose that opportunity to explore that.

Dami winked and looked the werewolf over, grinning crookedly in a rakish way. He did indeed like what he saw. He liked it a lot. He certainly knew how to dress to accentuate the muscles he had, his piercing light blue eyes. All of that. And he had to wonder what it would feel like to run his fingers through the man’s hair.

The stranger gave a playful smile before shrugging lightly. "Not at first, but I always say the best things in life are unexpected." He said, taking a step closer and meeting his gaze, something that surprised the skinwalker, as not many ventured to do so. "You know I love a bit of charm and witty banter, and you really know how to reel em' in. I respect that in a man, and find it very alluring." His whisper wove around Damion, leaving him in a veritable haze, something that never happened. Never. What was this man doing to him? ”Aye? Is that all you respect in a man?” He asked, his ton slightly hoarse, his gaze smoldering.

The other pulled back with a fake sigh of exasperation. "It's been a boring trip, you're the most interesting thing here tonight, and not just because you’re three kinds of gorgeous. You seem fun, and a bit devious. I like that. So why don't you tell me what kind of "trouble" you were thinking?" He said, and Dami laughed, the sound husky and low, suggestive even then as he met the other’s gaze. ”Three kinds of gorgeous, hmm? I like the sounds of that. As for trouble, well, there will only be enough trouble as you wish, handsome.” He replied silkily, moving a bit closer, meeting his gaze evenly, not bothering to hide his desirous intentions.

NOTES :: Lol, I'm liking the charm too. *fans self* xD Silas, you might just be one lucky man before all this is through.
MUSIC :: True Colors - Phil Collins
WORDS :: 572
TAGS :: Silas;

'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end.
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known.

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His laugh even managed to sound alluring, which made the wolf even more eager.  The banter was a type of fun in itself.  No one had ever matched him, or kept on so insistently.  This man was at least amusing if nothing else.”Three kinds of gorgeous, hmm? I like the sounds of that. As for trouble, well, there will only be enough trouble as you wish, handsome.”  As he moved closer and looked back into Silas' eyes, he could see the mischief in his eyes.  The were creature was hooked, and he didn't want to get set loose too soon.  Interest worked both ways, and he'd had plenty of experiences where the initial passion could dilute continued interest.  He had an idea up his sleeve for that naturally. 

"I can be pretty troublesome you know," he leaned forward whispering into the other's ear.  "But I'm sure you can handle it..." He smirked, close enough with his heightened senses to take everything in without even trying.  His pack's specialty in training their instincts was a blessing some times, this was one of them.  "I don't jump right in with the ones I actually find interesting you know, makes things die down a bit too fast, but what do you say we play a little game hmm?"  he gave a low hum with that last sound that bordered on a purr.  His voice lowered just barely, just enough to come off as sultry and nearly husky. 

"Let's go inside, and I'll explain the rules, something tells me you'll have fun..." He grinned pulling back from being so close to Damion.  "I can go ahead and tell what the prize is if you want though."  The glint of mischief in his eyes and the way his grin twisted into a smirk that bordered on "come hither" was quite telling.  He gave a mocking innocent look.  "The winner," he paused, "decides where this night heads after our little game."  He stepped away with a slight sway to his walk, stepping up to the back entrance to the club.

"What do ya say gorgeous?  Ready to play?"  An equally flirtatious and challenging expression, followed by him leaning openly against the club door.

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Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone.

Damion was eager to find out just what this male was capable of, especially since he knew all too well of those that could talk the talk but couldn’t walk the walk. It was tiring after a while to deal with that, though he did like breaking them in now and then, so long as they weren’t those that whined and pleaded against such actions. Those were annoying as well as utterly boring. His own reply was meant to draw him in further, wanting to have the other male firmly within his web, not wanting to let himself be lured in, moving closer to the were, mischief in his own green gaze. "I can be pretty troublesome you know," Silas leaned forward to whisper into his ear, and the skinwalker held back a shiver with the use of rusty control, wondering just how he’d gone from lazed to almost out of control.

But then, this male wasn’t like most others. "But I'm sure you can handle it..." He smirked, and Dami swallowed slightly before smirking, unrepentant and relatively unruffled. ”Oh, I could show you just how much I can handle, if you wished.” He murmured huskily, half tempted to let himself lapse into his accent once more, just to see if he could get a reaction from the other. "I don't jump right in with the ones I actually find interesting you know, makes things die down a bit too fast, but what do you say we play a little game hmm?" The other man gave a low hum, the sound bordering on a purr that made him seem all the more sultry, his words on the verge of husky. The sounds sent shivers down the skinwalker’s spin. ”No, we wouldn’t want to let this dry up too soon. And a game seems like just the right amount of trouble, though it has to be worth my while surely.”

"Let's go inside, and I'll explain the rules, something tells me you'll have fun..." Silas grinned and pulled back, his words making Damion want to shove the hat off his head and tangle his long fingers in the other’s hair, see if they felt as soft as they looked poking out from beneath the fedora. "I can go ahead and tell what the prize is if you want though." The glint of mischief and the smirk on his lips bordered on come hither, and told him just about all he needed to know, even before the werewolf spoke the confirming words. "The winner," He said, "decides where this night heads after our little game." he finished and Damion grinned in an utterly, devastatingly wicked way, knowing right then that he had to win, at least this time. "What do ya say gorgeous? Ready to play?" The other asked with a flirtatious, challenging expression upon his ruggedly handsome and adorable features as he leaned against the club door. Damion stalked forward and pressed close against the other, his lean, muscular form lining up perfectly with Silas’, as he lowered his lips to the other’s ear. ”Oh, I am.” He purred before pulling back and taking light hold of the other’s wrist, leading him inside, more than ready to get this thing started.

NOTES :: I love these two. <3
MUSIC :: Cups - Anna Kendrick
WORDS :: 543
TAGS :: Silas

'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end.
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known.