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Aug 24, 2023 12:34PM
~ Theodore- a human's- rather regular bakery, with a hidden back room for meetings with various magical beings ~
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Theodore kneaded the bread with both hands, punching it to release his pent up frustration. His fists pounded the thick brown dough, and he knitted his eyebrows together, huffing out a breath. His sun kissed skin was pale with flour, and eventually he pulled away, wiping his forehead with his wrist and leaning against the counter. The bakery was empty, the displays seeming to wilt with loneliness. He glanced at the clock. It was barely past noon.
Michael waltzed inside, a bouquet of freshly picked flowers in his hand. He reached the counter, deciding on his lunch for today.
Laurent slipped out of the back room, adjusting his collar and the cuffs of his sleeves. The cozy smell of the bakery should have been enticing, but without blood flowing through his veins, it did nothing but repulse him. He nodded to Theodore, who was furiously pounding bread dough in the counter, and turned to catch a glimpse of another man entering the shop, carrying a bundle of flowers.
Michael decided on getting a pastry puff, and waited shortly for his order to be taken.
Laurent glanced at the man. He seemed to be- a Siren, possibly? Laurent wasn’t perfect at guessing species. It could be difficult, especially when he was as tired as he was.
He got in line behind the Flower Man, tucking his hands in his pockets and yawning, his sharp fangs glinting in the soft light of the bakery.
Michael ordered his pastry, received it, and turned around to face Laurent. Now, usually he didn't believe in love at first sight, but his stomach started doing swoops. He must've been staring.
Laurent blinked, his pale eyes dark and confused.“Can I help you?” He asked, his thick French accent lilting the words.
Michael cleared his throat as the heat rushed to his face. "No, sorry. I thought you were someone else, for a moment."
Laurent inspected the man. He was quite pretty, Laurent decided. “Alright,” he replied. He wasn’t sure what else to say, although he felt the urge to continue the conversation.
Michael didn't want the man to leave. "What're you planning on getting?" He asked.
He glanced at the counter. “I… don’t know yet. My appetite comes and goes, but I should eat.
Michael raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Why else would you be here if not to eat?"
Laurent glanced at Theodore through half lidded eyes. “Meetings with an acquaintance.”
"Ah, yes. The fun of simply talking about business over steaming hot tea and biscuits." A slight tone of teasing was heard in his voice.
“Or of talking about Heaven and Hell over a glass of chilled rabbit blood,” Laurent corrected casually, eyeing the other man. His fingers tapped on his thighs- red ripped fingers.
A realization hit Michael. "Are you a vampire?" He asked, straight to the point.
“No, I’m a human who loves drinking animal blood,” Laurent replied, his tone full of sarcasm. “Yes, I’m a Vampire.”
A small smile grew across his pale face, "That makes sense, to be honest."
A smile curled his full lips, and his red eyes crinkled. “Yes, it does, doesn’t it? Are you human or something other?”
"...Siren." Michael answered, honestly. He could've lied, claimed he was a human. But it wasn't worth it.
Laurent nodded. "I see. And are you a Siren that enjoys drowning humans?"He said it conversationally, like he didn't give a damn either way, and glanced at Theodore at the counter.
Michael seemed taken aback. "No! No, I haven't... I haven't done that."
"Alright," he replied easily. "No need to get defensive. It's rather common. How long has it been since you've returned from the cusp of death?"
Michael hated even thinking about the water, let alone thinking about intentionally drowning people. "A few years, I think..?" It was all kind of a blur, for him. "And you? Do you enjoy sucking blood from innocent humans?"
Laurent's demeanor immediatley changed, his friendly expression growing cold and closed off. "Of course not. Excuse me," he said, gently moving past Michael, his whole form emanating hot anger.
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"Now you understand how it feels to be given certain stereotypes." Michael answered codly. ( awwee i love rping w you too :D )
"Have you ever had anybody force you to drown a child?" Laurent asked, not even looking over his shoulder. His stomach roiled at the memory, his throat tightening, self loathing rising in him.
"Does it count if you were the child?" Michael asked, playing it out as a joke.
"Thats- not what I meant," he responded stiltingly, his shoulders stiff.
(also what is it with us and adorable gay men lmao)
"The answer was no. I'm assuming you have?" A concerned, confused look spread across his face.
Laurent's throat bobbed, his red eyes slitting. "They didn't force me to drown a child, they forced me to- to drain it," he said shortly, his face tight.
"Like-" Michael make the animation of biting, closing his mouth abruptly. He was a little horrified by what the man had done, but it wasn't any better than his own doing.
Laurent felt sick, like he was about to vomit any moment. "Like that," he confirmed tonelessly, his red fingers curling into fists and digging half moons into his palms.
"That's..." Michael searched for words. He was speechless. "Awful. That's awful," was all his brain could formulate.
"Indeed it is," Laurent agreed, flexing his jaw. Theodore was watching him from the counter, his dark eyes narrowed.Laurent turned to the Flower Man. "Sir, I apologize, I don't even know your name."
Michael was still processing it, because he finally replied. "It's Michael Davis." Some part of him was uneasy. "And yours?"
"Laurent Talehot." He said it like 'La-ron tal-e-ho'. "Well, Michael Davis, how would you like to join a team of both magical and non magical beings to stop the injust judgment after death?"
Similar to the sound of a record being stopped, the scratchy disc against the prick. "What?" He seemed to choke on his own spit.
Laurent raised a well sculpted eyebrow. "The Being who has been judging dead souls since the beginning of time is failing. Their judgment is unfair, and They make mistakes. This needs to be corrected, and Theodore has created a group of individuals to address this."
"I mean- Yeah. Heck yeah I'm in. I didn't ask for this afterlife, and I'd hate for other people to suffer." Michael nodded confidently.
A small smile curled Laurent's lips, almost like he was proud of Michael, and he offered his hand. "Welcome to the Haletant ."
"Fancy name. What's the meaning?" He shook Laurent's hand.
"Breathless," Laurent translated. "Since if we succeed, we'll be killing ourselves."
Michael swallowed hard. Despite his tragic death, he was content with how peaceful his life currently was... most of the time. "That wasn't something I considered before joining this."
Laurent pulled his hand away, inclining his head slightly. "You're not bound to the Haletant; you can leave at any time."
Michael shrugged. “It gives me something to do, so I don’t mind.”
