Jul. 6th, 2017 07:38 am
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After Kersen parted ways with Danny, he shoved his hands into his pockets and started walking faster. It wasn't that he was upset with Danny. Or even annoyed with himself, though maybe a little. He was just annoyed by the entire situation, and now he was keyed up.

After about five minutes of walking, he pulled out his phone and texted Michael. you busy? want to come by the bar?


Mar. 5th, 2017 05:44 pm
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[continued from here]

Kersen did think that perhaps he was asking more of Angelique than Angelique was asking of him. There was a difference between accepting what Angelique was, and accepting that Kersen was, well, at least partly a monster.

He met Angelique's eyes as he moved closer, and his hands went to the fastenings of his pants. "I told you I'd want to rip your clothes off," he said, voice low.


Feb. 3rd, 2017 05:43 pm
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Come downstairs. Make love to me. Stay the night.

After Kersen's request, he let Michael lead him down to the basement apartment. He was glad, suddenly, that he'd cleaned up so well from his recent tryst with Finlay Flynn; he'd have hated to have to explain blood on the sheets to Michael.

"I'm guessing," he said with a little smile when they were there with the door closed, "that you want me to get out of this shirt." He was surprised Michael hadn't commented on it.


Jan. 27th, 2017 09:33 pm
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Kersen drank.

It was so good; Fin was still the best he'd probably ever tasted.

He tried not to take too much... he wanted to dry this out, to be able to bite him again later. Preferably while... god, while fucking him.

His body pressed close to Fin's, there was no hiding his arousal as he continued to drink, slightly, sliding his hands up Fin's body.


Jan. 5th, 2017 07:12 pm
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After waking this evening, Kersen had heard the upsetting news that Hannibal Lecter was dead. His house had burned the day before, and him along with it - potential arson. He had sat for a while with this news, his grief mingled with a touch of guilt for having spent so little time with the man in recent months. He also wondered if he should reach out to Alcuin. But no, that may not be best. But perhaps later, after time had passed.

He did not have much time to dwell on it, however, because eventually he noticed a letter slipped under his front door. It had an address on it, a hotel with a room number, and that was all. It was, of course, really stupid to follow these kinds of directions blindly. But on the other hand, he was a vampire; he had good senses, and he could scope out a place well enough. So... he went.

And, in short, he found a body. Well, not a body exactly. A person who was almost a body. The man bound to the bed had been losing blood slowly for what Kersen suspected was about twenty-four hours. He had also had a few non-essential organs removed, placed in a bowl on the nightstand beside him. And the blood he was losing dripped slowly from one elevated wrist into a large wine goblet.

The man's eyes were open and pleading.

There was a note. Kersen read it, felt his entire body go cold, and then after only a moment's hesitation, snapped the man's neck.

If he were human, he would have thrown up.

Instead, he texted Michael the address. Come. Please.

Then he sat down on the floor at the foot of the bed and waited. He did not drink the blood, nor look again at the body.


Sep. 30th, 2016 06:52 pm
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After the night of his trial, Kersen had texted Angelique to let her know that he was okay, but that she might not hear from him for a bit. He waited until he felt a little more under control, at least enough that he thought he could carry on a conversation without lapsing into a gooey pile of guilt.

When he got back in touch, he asked if she'd like to meet him somewhere, or if she'd like to come by the bar. She'd chosen the latter, and he was glad. There were multiple reasons why having the opportunity for privacy with her might be good. Not least of which being the conversation they were going to have to have, about vampires.

He was a little closer (though nowhere there yet) to his usual sparkly self tonight. Wearing leather trousers and a black shirt emblazoned with a swirling rose. He was behind the bar, mostly pouring wine.


Sep. 19th, 2016 09:07 pm
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Kersen had kept Michael at least somewhat informed about how things were going with Bonnie, over a phone phone calls. But he hadn't felt comfortable having Michael come to the house, and it was a few days before he felt comfortable leaving her there alone. But... as far as he could guess, she was just going to stay in bed crying.

He told Michael to meet him at the bar. He spent some time getting things in order, trying not to let on to his employees in what bad shape he was in.

But he was relieved as hell as soon as Michael walked in. He wanted to run over and throw himself into his arms - but that would be bad for many reasons. So instead he just gestured for Michael to follow him back to his office.


Aug. 8th, 2016 06:59 pm
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Kersen fell asleep in the chair next to the bed with the dead girl. He would have easily fit on the bed beside her, and he'd considered it. He had woken like that, with his maker's arms around him. But he'd also already been in love with him then. That was before he'd completely insane.

It was amazing he'd fallen asleep at all, he was such a tense bundle of anxiety.

When he woke, the sun was setting again. He knew she would probably wake any second, and so he couldn't really do anything but stare at her and wait.
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Kersen was sitting in a chair in a room in the Blood Diamond. The room was light tight, there was a large bed in the middle, and currently there was a dead girl in it.

A girl who, sometime before dawn, would be waking up craving blood. Whose human life would be over. And who was now Kersen's responsibility for eternity.

He dropped his head into his hands, and didn't even hear the door open and Eric enter the room.


Jul. 22nd, 2016 07:39 am
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Kersen had seen everyone he thought he should see, in the event that something happened to him at the trial. All except one person, someone he hadn't seen in quite some time. And he didn't really know how to get in touch with him, except...

Feeling a bit silly, Kersen sat on his bed in his house just after dusk. He was still wearing his dressing gown. He looked up at his ceiling.

"Um," he said, and tried to focus. Think or something. It felt really weird to think of it as praying. "Anael? I was hoping to talk to you..."


Jul. 11th, 2016 08:44 pm
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Kersen felt a little silly, going on this... well, goodbye tour, not to put too fine a point on it. Even if he didn't really think he was saying goodbye. He supposed he should just tell himself that he was reconnecting with friends. He'd feel better about that.

But Fin was on the list of people he didn't want to risk just disappearing on, especially after they'd slept together. And he'd wanted to see Fin again anyway... and it wasn't just because of how good his blood tasted...

He'd called and asked if they could have a drink somewhere. Had thought of just asking him to come by Jazzmin, but maybe inviting a fairy to a vampire bar wasn't the smartest idea. So he'd suggested another spot in the city instead, a low key gay bar, and he sat at the bar and sipped a sour apple martini while he waited.


Jul. 8th, 2016 09:34 pm
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Kersen really hated doing this with everyone he'd gone to see, but with Angelique it was even more difficult because he'd have to come up with some excuse that he could actually give and not ruin her life by telling her about vampires.

But on the chance that he didn't come out of the trial with the Magister (whether it was because he was dead or because he was going to be chained in silver for a while), he really didn't want Angelique to think he'd just disappeared on her. They'd only just started to get to know each other, and it was about the time when, if someone decided to freak out, they would probably freak out and not call her. He didn't want to risk doing that.

So he called the number she gave him, and asked if they could meet up to talk, location her choice even if she'd just like to come to the bar or send him to her place.


Jul. 8th, 2016 09:23 am
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Kersen hated that he needed to do this, but he knew it was necessary.

On the chance that he didn't come out of the trial with the Magister (whether it was because he was dead or because he was going to be chained in silver for a while), he didn't want the people he cared about to think that he'd just disappeared. He didn't think of it as saying goodbyes (because he truly did think those outcomes were unlikely) but perhaps more of warning.

And so he'd asked Hannibal if he could come by. It would be good to see him anyway - so much had been going on lately that they hadn't yet gone out together as promised at the club opening when Kersen had seen him last.

He showed up at Hannibal's door after nightfall, looking a bit tired. "It's good to see you," he said as soon as the doctor opened the door.


May. 29th, 2016 08:47 pm
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An entire night at work anticipating fairy blood at the end of it was rather... maddening. But the anticipation also meant that despite reservations he didn't take the hours of waiting to talk himself out of it. Instead, he was just watching the seconds tick by.

But he had a very good bottle of whiskey waiting in his office, just before 3am.


Apr. 29th, 2016 06:35 pm
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One of Kersen's bartenders had had the early part of the evening off, and so he'd helped out behind the bar while they were short staffed. He didn't mind bartending; it was kind of fun, actually, and he'd taken the opportunity to dress the part. Over his form fitting black leather trousers, he was wearing a slate gray vest over a royal purple oxford shirt. There were silver sleeve garters over his sleeves (rolled up his forearms to reveal at least some of his tattoos), and a silver bowtie hung untied around his neck. He was devoid of makeup aside from smokey eyes and purple nail polish.

He was shaking a cocktail shaker full of pomegranate martini when he spotted Felix Harrowgate walk in. He was a bit hard to miss. Kersen's lips pulled up into a little smile, and he waved with his free hand.


Feb. 1st, 2016 10:49 pm
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Kersen had not been planning to confront Preston Clark yet, not without more investigation and preparation. But when he'd caught a vampire he recognized as one of the Blood Diamond's bouncers trying to break into his office at the bar, he'd knocked the guy out and thrown him over his shoulder.

It was impulsive, but he was more than a little angry at this point. He marched right into the club, demanded to see Preston, and then threw the unconscious vampire on the floor of his office, right on top of a tacky Taiwanese imported rug.

"What did you even think you would find?" he demanded of the startled businessman, who rose from his desk and hurried over to them. "We're vampires, this isn't fucking Watergate." Kersen realized belatedly he should have searched the unconscious vampire on the floor. Maybe he wasn't looking for something, maybe he was going to plant something. Maybe poison Kersen's blood supply.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Preston said, his voice clipped. Kersen was tempted to insult his suit. It was expensive and well fitting but precisely the wrong color for his complexion. He looked even more dead than he should.

Kersen was vaguely glad that he wasn't in drag. It would have been marginally more difficult to seem intimidating, he thought. As it was, the deep purple nails and eyeliner probably didn't help.

"Bullshit," Kersen said irritably. "Look, you've seen the writing on the wall. If you want to challenge me, then do it. Anyone left in this city who hasn't taken a side is just waiting to make sure you don't kill me. But I don't think you want to fight fair."

"I usually don't," Preston said.

Kersen's lips tightened. "I think, actually, that you're the type to use humans as bait, and have your cronies torture someone by carving homophobic slurs into their skin."

Preston's lip twitched just a little. It was a perfect tell. Kersen no longer had any doubt. His hand curled into a fist at his side, and he quickly calculated his odds of winning a fight against how quickly Preston could get backup in here.


Jan. 22nd, 2016 04:34 pm
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Under normal circumstances, Kersen would not have dreamed of showing up at Michael's place unannounced. But these were unusual circumstances. For one, his phone was broken. For another, he was much closer to Michael's place than either of his own. And finally, he had a dislocated shoulder and a broken wrist.

When he knocked on the door to Michael's apartment, this last point was not immediately obvious since Kersen had a heavy coat on, but he was leaning a bit against the doorframe and looking even paler than usual.
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The Uber arrived to Hannibal's house not long after they went outside, and Kersen asked Michael before anything else, "Your place or mine?"


Nov. 5th, 2015 08:13 am
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It had been a few days since Michael had rescued Kersen from the vampires who had held him. The wounds made with silver were healing slowly, and now were mostly scars - like a months old wound on a human. He was back at the bar, happy for some distraction, but his mood was subdued. Tabitha had blurted "What's wrong with you?" as soon as she'd gotten a look at him, and he was almost embarrassed. He was, after all, not wearing a stitch of makeup. Not even eyeliner. No glitter.

He'd thought briefly about swinging in the other direction, getting all dressed up to try to make himself feel good by looking good. But in the end it had seemed like too much work, and a little sad. It was saying something, when even drag was a drag.

He assured Tabitha that he was fine, but he knew she didn't buy it, especially when he had no interest in singing or flirting and instead helped her tend bar.


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