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[inquisitor-of-hearts]

Escalate (3)

After some consideration Galeb decides to not follow the Beckoning. Hazel is quick to act and entrusts him with a new task for the Camarilla.

Spoilers for all of Vampire the Masquerade: Swansong.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,631

Link to Chapter 1 Chapter 2

on Ao3

Can't you feel Electricity It's dripping through my veins The syzygy It's twisting me endlessly, endlessly

Like you don't know what they said a couple of nights ago But you didn't hear that one

Galeb was ravenous. Although his skin colour had faded to grey the moment he had walked the secretary back inside the club, the whole act had pushed him to his limits.

As he looked at the woman seated next to him, it hit him suddenly. He felt it in his whole being. It was his Ventrue nature that was making him so tense around her, giving him these visceral reactions. He craved her blood; the purity, the class. And the fact that he could not have it only intensified his desire.

“The usual?” Emem asked with a cocky grin as she stepped closer to them.

“Yes. And a gin and tonic for her.” he answered.

As Emem was about to turn around, Galeb rose from his seat.

“I must excuse myself, Cyrene.” he said, “I will be back momentarily.”

Emem turned back towards Galeb, he overcame the distance between them.

“I need a real drink” he spoke through clenched teeth. Drained of vitae, the beast in him had become far too impatient.

“Did you not eat before coming here?”

“I did” he hissed, “I didn’t think it would take that much convincing.”

“Well I don’t have anything for you. Go and serve yourself.” Emem hissed back. “Be careful with what you pick though.”

Without another word he disappeared into the darker corners of the club. His mind was racing, consumed by the desire for only one thing. But it could not just be anyone and he had to be careful it was not a ghoul. So he lurked in the dark, watched the prey and fellow predators. His gaze wandered back and forth between people, then fell back onto Cyrene. Her blood was perfect, truly, but he could not risk it. A soft growl escaped him. His trained senses made him aware of a human not bound to anyone. A man in a business suit -- dark brown hair, swept back, an expensive silver brand watch around his wrist, the old money kind not the electronic touchscreen trash -- walked towards the restrooms. Galeb followed him at once.

A deep sigh of relief escaped him as he regained his composure and left the stall with the man behind. He centered himself as he adjusted the collar of his shirt in the washroom, making sure his clothes had not been soiled during this moment of weakness. A quick glance reassured him of the fact that the bathroom stall doors were closed and the Kindred walked off.

“I made a bit of a mess in the men’s washroom” he confessed discreetly once he had arrived back at the bar.

“Ugh” Emem rolled her eyes, “Seriously?”

“He’s alive.” he reassured her firmly, “Just some stains on the floor.”

“I’ll have someone get it.” she sighed and shook her head in disapproval.

Galeb noticed their drinks that had been served as he lowered himself onto the bar seat next to his new acquaintance.

“I’m so sorry I made you wait.” he spoke softly.

“Oh don’t worry about that at all.” Cyrene replied with a smile towards him, her demeanour friendly, less suspicious. Now it seemed like a perfectly normal thing that this man wanted to get to know her.

“I’ve been thinking” Galeb spoke, “We should spend more time with each other until you feel comfortable with me. And then you could introduce me to Mr. Hartwell.”

Cyrene set down her glass that she drank from.

“I would like that. I think that might work.” she answered. Galeb could feel that she was honest, even less careful than before. His dominance over her mind was still apparent.

“You think?” Galeb checked. “You’re not sure?”

“I don’t know. I will have to make sure he doesn’t feel suspicious about anything that you do.” she answered.

“Maybe it’s better you manage our assets. Inofficially at least.” the Kindred suggested.

“Oh I can’t do that” she laughed casually, “I’m not in that position.”

“You give yourself far too little credit, Cyrene.” Galeb spoke, his influence over her strong.

“Maybe.” she chuckled, “But I can’t be doing anything like that behind his back.”

“Do you have access to his clients’ files?”

“I do.” she responded, “In case of emergencies. Or an urgent meeting that he doesn’t agree to.”

“What about confidentiality? How much trust does he have in you?"

"A lot. I don’t want to betray him. I wouldn’t-- I can’t--” There was a certain agitation in her voice, like her own will that struggled against Galeb’s influence.

“It’s okay” he calmed her with a soft voice, his eyes flashing just for a second. “You’re safe. You are not betraying Hartwell. Everything is alright.”

She visibly calmed again, her breathing and heartbeat normalizing. The Kindred watched her fingers wrap around the glass and drink from it again. He leaned over, his body turned towards her.

“Where does he live?”

Slowly her gaze was drawn from her glass towards Galeb. A smile formed on his lips before she could even answer.

“Where do you live?”

With his head lowered Galeb returned to Hazel’s quarters.

“What is it? You don’t look like you have good news for me.” Hazel spoke, behind her was the moon shining in through the tall windows, the light being reflected on the sleek surface of her desk.

Galeb sighed, shaking his head before speaking.

“It’s not the best news. Hartwell has turned into a recluse. He doesn’t take any new clients it seems. And the secretary,  Roberts, she is very careful. I think I can gain her trust but it will take some time.”

“Unfortunate news” Hazel spoke and turned around towards the windows, her arms crossed in front of her chest, her gaze lowered. “Is that all?”

“My Prince, forgive me the suggestion, but would it not be easier to find someone else?”

“No. I want Hartwell” she insisted, “All others out there are not malleable enough. I’ve seen the prospects.”

“This will not be easy.” Galeb suggested.

“But once we have him, he is ours. We can use his paranoia against him.” Hazel explained, turning around again.

“What if we use just the secretary? She does most of his business for him these days anyway.”

“But in his name, right?”

Galeb tilted his head, watching her as she paused.

“So it will be him either way. If she has access to everything, I’m not against it.” Hazel explained, her hand outstretched in a presenting fashion, “But remember, she can’t be influenced if she is the one working with us. And Emem told me you already forced your will onto her.”

“Of course she did.” Galeb sighed and looked down for a moment.

“Her bodyguard was at her heels and she was extremely cautious. I could not let her go just like that.”

“Galeb, I’m not mad at you.” Hazel reassured gently, shaking her head. “I just want to make sure you know that going any further than that will be out of the question. Especially if you choose her as the one to work with us.”

“We will never get our hands on Hartwell.”

“You don’t know that” Hazel disagreed with her voice a tone higher, trying to persuade him. “Maybe we just have to be careful and watch Roberts and Walker for a while. Why don’t you become friends with them?”

Galeb coughed up a laugh.

“You say that like it’s so easy.”

“You’ve done it before.” Hazel reminded him. “Just go slow.”

The pressure of her gaze made the man look away.

“Have you set up another appointment with her?”

“I have. I was worried she would not let me meet her again if she wasn’t under the influence of my power.” Galeb confessed.

“Smart move. I am sure you will be able to make her trust you and then in no time, she will be introducing you to Hartwell, you will see. Or, she will the one handling our finances. Your choice.”

“Would you at least consider giving this task to somebody else? Anyone else, in fact. Emem Louis could do this easily with her connections to the--”

“No” Hazel responded firmly. “It has to be you. Emem doesn’t even come close to you in strength. You can protect these people if anything happens. Don’t you think they will be swarmed with ghouls and other agents soon enough? You can sense them. You’re the only one I can rely on for this task.”

Galeb sighed in defeat.

“I hadn’t considered that.”

“I know it’s hard for you. She’s probably all a Ventrue like you could want in a vessel.” Hazel chuckled. Galeb’s eyes widened.

“It’s not-- it’s not that. That’s not a problem at all.”

“Oh come on now. Don’t be shy about this. We’re birds of a feather, you and me.” she reaffirmed with a smile. “Go downstairs to the lounge and have a drink. Ask Sylvia for what I had them prepare for you. It will relax you. I know your type.”

Galeb stood in shock, at a loss for words but finally spoke, unable to decline.

“Thank you, my Prince.”

“And then focus. We need these people.”

“Of course, my Prince.”

The following night a black car with tinted windows was parked in front a high-rise apartment complex at 10:30 pm. The front doors of the building opened and Cyrene walked out into the night. Her steps brought her to the car, she overlooked the license plate quickly before she opened the back door from the side of the pedestrian walkway. She climbed in, greeting the man that was sitting inside with a smile.

[kitabasis]

Tentative design for Pearl Fallon, a major NPC in the Boston By Night campaign I’m prepping. She’s assigned to the PCs—uni students who got shovelhead’ed, and were the sole “survivors” of their Mass Embrace—as both their “foster sire” and their probation officer by the Prince of Boston, Hazel Iversen. She was specifically assigned to the task on account of her prodigious Auspex—and, maybe, to keep her busy. While Iversen occasionally consults her for her expertise, Pearl has no official position of any kind—nor can she ever attain one in the Camarilla. Pearl is Malkavian, and the Clan members have been forbidden from holding any Court titles (save for Primogen...not that Iversen listens much to her Primogen) in Boston (and New England generally), since their Clan Bane was blamed (some might say scapegoated) for the tumultuous praxis of their clanmate, Quentin King, and his knights.

While Pearl resents this, she earnestly believes that the Camarilla is the best option New England has, and doesn’t want to risk causing factional conflict by challenging it directly; instead, she hopes to diplomatically change the system from the inside…even though her ability to sense others thoughts and emotions means that she has ample proof that the Camarilla is unwilling to let that happen, despite Iversen’s talk of modernity and unity.

[thejadedking]

WISHLIST

Galeb replacing Hazel Iversen as Prince of Boston and Hartford

Human Galeb ( Süleyman ) pre-embrace, I'm open to time travel stuff

He goes undercover to gain information on the orders of Hazel, pretends he's human, ends up liking your muse and eventually admits to them what he is and what he's doing there

Your muse and Galeb meeting back when he was human in the 1700's, then they accidentally reunite in modern times with him now being a vampire

He falls in love with your muse, he leaves the Camarilla for them and runs away with them

Galeb pretending to be human

[thejadedking]

It was still something that the new Boston Prince found himself needing to get used to. He was used to being respected, but even he had been bound to a certain degree, whereas now he found himself with more power in his hands than he'd ever thought he'd hold again. Not since leaving Constantinople of those centuries ago.

"It is... different." Was just about all he could manage, never one to clue people too deeply into what thoughts were rattling around inside his head. Now more than ever, he had to be careful. He liked to think he could trust Lestat, but hadn't Hazel trusted Jara? Hilda? "Mm. Hazel Iversen. She was strong... but I must be stronger." The position seemed so fragile now after everything that had come out about Quentin King's disappearance and then Hazel's fall from grace as well. All he could do was try his best not to follow the same suit. "I need to know I can trust you. Fail me... and there will be consequences."

The blond smiled softly and gave a small bow of his head in respect. He wasn't much of a follower but detested being a leader. Even if he did love centre of attention. "Merci." He said swiftly in his French accent.

"What's it like? Being the Prince of Boston?" He asked curiously. It must be stressful and quite a lot to keep things in order. "What would you do differently than .. the other Prince..?" He frowned trying to remember her name "what's her name??"

[ivanovaisalwaysright]

'Thy domain is thine own concern. All others owe thee respect while in it. None may challenge thy word while in thy domain.'

Boston belongs to the Prince, Hazel Iversen, she will find out what happened at the unification party, and you're going to help her.

(Swansong concept art by Jon Dunham)

[ewitsportia]

a very informal request! but i am looking for the adopted siblings to indigo! ages don’t matter much to me, though she is 21 and i was hoping to have no age overlapping. they were all adopted at birth and lived in san diego until like fifteen years ago. their parents are augustus and dawn iversen! both are pretty high up in their corporate jobs. the kids might have been mildly spoiled (or very) growing up! genders, faces, etc are all open! OH but a big thing is they are all named after colors!!! (hazel, ash, grey, scarlet, sage, etc). just message me on discord if you are interested!! it’s spudleydursley#6987 indigo iversen, 21, portia --- iversen, ##, open --- iversen, ##, open --- iversen, ##, open

[kazvent]

Primer gameplay de Vampire: The Masquerade - Swansong, un RPG narrativo con tres protagonistas

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Se pondrá a la venta el 19 de mayo, pero no ha sido hasta hoy que Nacon ha mostrado el primer tráiler con gameplay de Vampire: The Masquerade - Swansong, un RPG narrativo que estará disponible para PS4, PS5, Xbox One, Xbox Series, Nintendo Switch y PC mediante Epic Games Store. El juego desarrollado por el estudio francés Big Bad Wolf es uno de los varios títulos ambientados en el Mundo de Tinieblas que tenemos en camino. “Hazel Iversen, el Cisne, es la nueva princesa de la Camarilla de Boston. Con mano de hierro y guante de terciopelo, quiere imponer su poder y hacer cumplir la… Leer noticia completa y comentarios » from ElOtroLado.net https://ift.tt/XIOqu94 via IFTTT

[thejadedking]

"They can. Given time." Not that he'd really thought about it all that much. He was rather stuck in the mindset that he'd had over the last century, never questioning a single command handed to him, upholding the Camarilla and the Masquerade without fail. It was what he was known for, always succeeding in his missions, a precious asset to both Prince Hazel Iversen and the Prince before her, Quentin King. Though now he stood at the helm rather than by the Prince's side, the ball was in his court now, the decision was his -- - but to change things? Even the thought of it felt -- - wrong.

As he'd told the half-blood, Wyatt, 'we're eternal, we don't know how to change'. Though was that really true anymore? Not only had Galeb been affected by everything that had happened after the code red, losing members of the Primogen, himself and other fellow Kindred put at the forefront of a literal war between humans, vampires and everything else that lurked in the shadows of the world, only to come out the otherwise even more weary and distrusting of everything than when he'd gone in. Aside from some clarity regarding his misbehaving childe, of course. At least they were talking again. He was trying -- - emphasis on the word 'trying'.

He couldn't just brush those thoughts aside anymore, there was no one there to tell him what to do so that he didn't have to think for himself, didn't need to question all that arrived at his feet. More than welcoming of the distraction that quickly grabbed his attention from Ellyn, a wicked smile creeping into the corner of his lips. "Mm. For their sake or mine?" He did manage to tease a little, stepping closer to her as his cold hands carefully rested against her hips, one last glance to make sure he didn't sense anyone nearby. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to come rushing in and find the Prince in a less -- - professional position. "I approve."

thejadedking​:

“There are rules. But above all… there are traditions.” He supposed he was probably the worst when it came to holding traditions close, being a Ventrue made him cling to what had already been set in stone, even if he found himself being lured away by temptation. Galeb had spent the last century doing as he was told, decidedly not having to think for himself, his opinion didn’t matter when it had come down to the duties that he’d upheld without hesitation. Now, however – - he was at the helm, yet he found himself trapped between a selfish heart and a dutiful mind.

Though even as she neared him, the vampire didn’t take his eyes from her for a single second, head tilted as he looked up to her, leaning into the touch of her fingertip. “I know. It’s not your behaviour that concerns me.” He couldn’t promise that nobody would even think about opposing her, standing in her way. Not every Kindred were realistic about their strengths, some more arrogant than others, more willing to start fights that they couldn’t realistically win. While Galeb sat at the forefront with heavy expectations weighing down his shoulders.

“You would be willing?” Gelab couldn’t help but question, pushing himself to his feet as a hand snaked around the fae Queen’s waist, pulling her closer. “A show of good faith could prove… profitable.”

She couldn’t keep the reflex still as her eyes rolled at his words. Oh, she knew what he meant. After all, she was still beaten down by those same stupid principles in her own realm and weighed down on her own throne. However, they seemed less than his somehow. Probably becuase she’d had them for so long; those millstones around her neck with leashes that only extended so far. Hells, she hadn’t even told him about the ones she dealt with still. But knew they both were far too stubborn to step away from their duties. “Traditions can be amended--they can be made exception to, Galeb. You know this as well as I do. Aye, as well as I know about choosing the right battle to fight at the right time instead of constantly being at war on all fronts...I behave quite well given the alternatives, y’know.”

And even when they both knew that he’d just ascended not too long ago and while his reputation preceded him, there were always those that sowed disloyalty. His gaze help buoy her mood a bit more and she's unable to keep from giving him that small smile reserved just for him; steeped in affection and fondness. Even when he stands and questions her like that, all she wants to do is kiss him. Her gaze turns flirty  and she smirks some, stepping back and loosening her jacket and opening it slowly to reveal the lingerie beneath. “I’ll show you some good faith, Galeb...”

With that, she tossed her jacket out of the way and perched on the edge of his desk to teasingly rub the back of his calf with one pump; leaning back a little so her got a good look at her in the icy blue set edged in black lace. “How’s this?”

[inquisitor-of-hearts]

Escalate

After some consideration Galeb decides to not follow the Beckoning. Hazel is quick to act and entrusts him with a new task for the Camarilla.

Spoilers for all of Vampire the Masquerade: Swansong.

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Rating: Teen (might become Mature if continued)

Word Count: 1,018

Note: I don't know if I want to make this a You/Galeb thing or to make it a third person perspective OR not overly romantic but still with strong character ties. I'm really torn! But this man and the whole setting of the game keeps coming back into my thoughts so I just had to write this. My fingers moved on their own typing this but I feel I could maybe still not replicate my exact imagination of the world that was put in my head at the start of the game and upon reading Galeb's backstory. Maybe I'll leave it like this but I'm also itching to write more.

on Ao3

No one ever, no one ever proved That you can claim a whole lot more than I

I give all my gold To transmute some minds

Why are my lungs so tired?

Galeb was seated in the lounge of the Headquarters, his fingers consequently tapping the cushy chair’s armrest slowly, deliberately. It was here where he once left Feng to wait for him. And it was not far off from here where he decided to let her go.

April walked past the tidily drawn-back curtains, looked right, then left, then found his gaze that instantly met hers and walked over.

“She is ready to receive you.”

“I will go at once.” Galeb replied dutifully.

The elevator doors opened and he walked straight past Delsin with an acknowledging nod. The main doors revealed Hazel standing in front of her desk, turning around to the man she had been expecting.

“Galeb.”

“My Prince. What is it that you have me summoned for?”

“A somewhat urgent matter. But first of all I would like to express my condolences about what happened with Xu Feng.”

“There is no need.” he responded coldly.

“It was on my watch.”

“Feng decided on her own.”

“Under the influence of a Kindred from our circle.”

“Under the influence of my blood in her veins no less.” Galeb countered. The Blood Bond had not become strong enough. Galeb had been cautious, possibly too cautious in spacing out the intervals. He had underestimated their bond -- or her. Now an uneasiness crept in.

“Rest assured that I will keep a tighter leash on Berel.”

“I will expect no less. We all need to keep him in place.”

"We indeed do. We need to keep each other in place. That is what the Camarilla is about, after all.”

Galeb blinked carefully, stood unmoved. He had already stated his question. Hazel caught onto his silence.

“I had already sent Delsin to find a new associate for us a while ago, if you remember, and his investigations turned out fruitful. There is someone that manages the assets of all sorts of influential individuals and families in Boston. Some of them no less corruptible than the people we employ.”

“Excellent news.”

“Yes. And this is where you come in. Given the nature of their work, they are highly cautious. Jason Moore was never seen without his bodyguards -- which as you know had been replaced by ours long ago -- but this one employs an even more tiered security system.  Their own secretary comes with a bodyguard.”

“Huh” Galeb let out in surprise. “One can’t be too careful in this business.”

“They are smart. They learn from others’ mistakes, not their own.” Hazel agreed. “I suspect he is already scenting what sort of business we are up to from afar.”

“What is my job? To reassure him?”

“Not quite. It’s the secretary I want you to meet. Delsin could only arrange a meeting with her. It is her that you must reassure.”

“By all means necessary?” Galeb checked.

Hazel smiled in an all-knowing fashion.

“No. I would prefer you keep this clean. As clean as possible. So long as the Court is under my guidance I do not want to resort to the kind of modus operandi your Childe is so fond of.”

“I understand. I will keep my respectful distance.”

“I knew you would. Let us settle this as smoothly as possible. As it was with Moore before, discreet and clean.”

Galeb, as well as everyone else in the Court, understood the rules with mortals. These ties were important and needed to be pure. There needed to be a certain foundation of trust that could only be slightly influenced in their favour but ideally never to the degree that one became completely bound to one of the Kindred by sheer force of will.

“Where am I to meet this secretary?”

“At the Black Rattlers.”

Galeb’s eyebrows raised involuntarily.

“Emem Louis’s nightclub?”

“That’s right. It will be neutral ground. Well, neutral enough.”

“Consider it taken care of.” He replied without further hesitation.

“Report back when you return.”

“Of course.”

Emem made her round at the club at 11:01 pm. The night had only just begun. Her hair was elaboratively braided, silver accessories adorning it. The teal-coloured dress with the extravagant slit at the side complimented her eye colour; a firm round-shaped silver necklace complimented her slender neck and figure. The music blasted around her. Even though the club was busy, it was a week day night and there were plenty of spare seats. One reservation in particular caught her eye from afar.

She entered a backroom, the soundproofing only letting the dull drumming bass through faintly. The clicks of her silver heels against the black fainted golden-lined marble floor echoed as she walked along the sparsely lit corridor and opened the door to the back office. At the desk she came to a halt, her finger running over the logbook of reservations.

At 11:30 pm her heels were clicking rhythmically over the marbled floors again, the door to the main floor opened and closed.

Galeb’s gaze at the bar met her instantly. It was clear he had been led there. Emem’s curled and darkly coloured lashes stood out as her gaze lowered in a subtle fashion and followed her staff that walked off. She walked over to the man who appeared strikingly alive with the Blush of Life.

“Always on time, Bazory.”

“As common courtesy demands it.”

“Courtesy” Emem remarked scornfully, rolling her eyes. Her gaze was automatically drawn towards the reserved couch seat area. A woman and a man had already been seated, although no drinks had been served yet. She nodded into the direction of the luxurious lounge seats with the two figures seated in them, the reserved sign had now been removed. Galeb’s gaze followed.

“Your associate is waiting.” Galeb gave a firm nod in response and turned. Dutiful steps brought him to their table and as he stood in front of them, they rose at once, his presence was instantly commanding respect.

“Mister Bazory, pleased to meet you.”

[inquisitor-of-hearts]

Escalate (4)

After some consideration Galeb decides to not follow the Beckoning. Hazel is quick to act and entrusts him with a new task for the Camarilla.

Spoilers for all of Vampire the Masquerade: Swansong.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,968

Link to Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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His presence to life is like A diamond in the rough

“James let you go?” Galeb asked.

“I told him it was a private matter, so none of his business.” Cyrene smiled.

“That’s how easy you got rid of him?”

“Well no, he insisted. Then I said it’s a date and that shut him up.” she confessed.

Galeb looked at her, then raised his hand, signaling his driver to start the engine. A moment later they drove off.

“Is this a date?” she then questioned, fastening her seatbelt.

“I would say it is.” Galeb replied softly, watching the seatbelt buckle clasp in. “You don’t have to do that.”

“What do you mean?” she looked up.

He waved it off instantly. For a moment he had forgotten what it was like to spend this much time with a mortal. They were so fragile, they feared for their life. When he was not around them sometimes he forgot that they actually died tragic deaths from minor injuries. And now it reminded him of Feng. How she betrayed him. How close their bond was, or so he thought. How her humanity had stirred something in him. And how ultimately he had been wrong about her.

“Hey” she spoke up, “What did you mean?”

“Nothing” He waved it off once more. “Just that my driver is very experienced and careful, you don’t have to worry about anything like that.”

She watched him, noticing that he had not fastened his seatbelt, but spoke no further of it.

“I’m safe with you, is that what you are implying?”

Galeb turned his head towards her.

“What makes you ask that?”

“I mean you said I don’t have to worry about anything like that. And… I came without James.”

“Oh. No, of course, you are safe with me.” Galeb responded coldly.

“Good” she smiled.

Galeb had an excuse for everything and this time it was that he had already had a dinner meeting with someone else but he wanted to spend time with her over drinks. He had arranged a reservation at another venue that welcomed mortals and Kindred alike, where they served normal drinks and refreshments that he could stomach. After their time at the bar they walked towards the open terrace space on the upper floors and spent time looking at the crescent moon, talking trivialities and exchanging more pleasantries. It became more and more clear that Cyrene was a careful person in her private life as well, finding it difficult to trust, even under his influence.

As they stood at the the glass railing with the silver metal frame, Cyrene leaned against it, looking out to the night sky past the skyscrapers.

“It’s sad you can’t see the stars here.”

“Yes. The city lights are too bright.” Galeb concluded, watching the towering buildings. Civilization, a menace of its own that threatened to destroy itself with its endless greed for more.

“Where I come from” he started, then looked at her, and her gaze was slowly drawn to him as he paused, “you could see the stars at night clearly. It was like a sparkling sky.”

“Where you come from?” she repeated his last words, contemplatively, “You’re not from here?”

“No, no. I’m from the East. Middle East.”

“Oh. You don’t seem like it.” she commented.

“Not that far Middle East. Closer to Europe. And I’ve been here a long time.”

“Ah” She nodded, her gaze focused on the city again. “Must be nice. And quiet.”

“Nice, yes. Quiet -- at times. But there’s always someone who will destroy your peace.”

She chuckled and a smile remained on her lips.

“I hope it’s not me tonight.”

“No” He chuckled, then cleared his throat. “It’s not you. Actually, I would like to have another cup of tea with you if you aren’t tired yet.”

“Tea?” She leaned back from the railing and faced him, grinning. “At this hour?”

“There is a dedicated tea chamber on the upper floors. Oriental and Middle Eastern tea, if you would accompany me.”

“Tea chamber? I’ve never heard of that sort of thing.”

“It’s, an experience. Like a coffee shop but a more traditional version.” he explained. The Toreadors had a sense for all kinds of art, and worldly tea cultures definitely belonged to them, at least they made it clear in the establishment. At times he grew weary of them, but other times he was thankful for them appreciating and keeping art and other finer things alive for them. At least some of them did.

“I’d like to. It’s late but a cup of tea sounds great.”

They took the elevator to the upper floors, now at almost midnight they were seated in a separate room with elegant classic wooden furnishings and windows that reached from floor to ceiling. They took their time, letting the waiters prepare the tea in front of them, strain the leaves until only clear but coloured liquid flowed from the pot. Then the waiters left the room again. The tea cooled off, they enjoyed each others company, at times talking, other times quietly. Cyrene took her last sip.

“I suppose it’s time to part now.”

Galeb agreed with a nod and rose from his seat after Cyrene.

She adjusted the shoulder strap of her bag but stood there without any intention to move towards the door.

“I have to ask. Are you--” she paused deliberately, watching his gaze, taking a step closer. He did not avert his gaze but did not speak up either.

“Are you interested in me?”

“I find you very fascinating” he confessed.

She watched him for another moment before she leaned in, her hand on his chest, her lips reaching out to his. Instinctively the Kindred let vitae pump through his veins. She leaned back, frowning.

“That was strange.” she chuckled nervously, “You felt a little cold at first.”

“I have a chill in my blood, I’ve been told.” Galeb responded calmly.

She smiled a little.

“I suppose that was not a good idea.” Cyrene turned.

“No, wait. It’s-- it’s been a long time.” Galeb explained, making her turn around again. “I haven’t been with anyone like this for a while. No one I felt truly close with. I suppose I have lost trust in most of humanity. Worse.”

He chuckled a little, making her look to him in confusion.

“I feel disgusted by people.”

“Why?” she asked, holding onto her handbag loosely.

“They-- they disappoint me. They are out for their own gain. Even when they seem to want to make the world a better place. In the end they are all driven by their own gains.” The disappointment in his voice became more apparent. “Even those that I saw full of humility and selflessness in the end only wanted fame and immortality. To have their actions and words last, no matter what. And they’d give all they have for that rotten cause.”

As he spoke his anger about Feng rose in him until he looked away and sighed.

“Maybe you’re right. But aren’t we all driven by that sometimes? Don’t we all want to survive at all costs and cheat death by creating something lasting?”

“No matter the cost?” Galeb probed.

“Maybe not. But in this world it’s hard to tell. Most people might not achieve anything lasting past their death if they are not willing to make sacrifices. Sometimes that doesn’t involve their own lives but comes at the expense of another’s.”

“And you consider that right?”

“I didn’t say it was right.” Cyrene shook her head. “But I consider it common business practice. It’s not something I approve or do willingly if I have a choice.”

“So I suppose I was wrong about you:”

“Were you?” Cyrene asked. “Weren’t you wrong about yourself sometimes as well? There’s been times I have been wrong about myself. I’m just human after all. Aren’t you too?”

Galeb chuckled softly. Once he was. Once he truly was.

“You’re right, I was wrong about myself, too. And I let myself down. In the many things I could have done better. Influenced others better. Made better choices.”

“We all make mistakes.” she comforted him.

His hands ran up her arms softly and surprised her, her lips parted slightly as she watched him.

“Don’t go.” he whispered, a flash in his eyes. “Don’t leave me.”

She closed her eyes, shaking her head for a moment.

“I won’t.” she promised. “Did you want to still spend more time together?”

“I think I will let you rest. But I need to see you again.”

She nodded eagerly and with a smile.

“Of course. I would like that.”

As they walked past the hallway towards the elevators, the Kindred felt a sense of unease within him. As he turned around, he could not see anyone around but there was a certain presence, an aura that he was picking up on. He stood close to Cyrene as they walked into the elevator, then watched the floor numbers on the panel light up one by one as they were descending.

They climbed in the car after enjoying the clear night sky one last time together, then drove off. Galeb remained eerily quiet, staring out of the tinted window.

“Is everything alright?” Cyrene asked concerned, picking up on his change of heart.

“Yes, don’t worry.” He briefly looked at her with the hint of a smile, reassuring. Inside him the beast was raging, his predator instincts were running wild. He could not forget the presence he had felt at the elevators, but the hunger in him was driving his thoughts in all directions. He knew that he could not get closer to her once more. One whiff of her skin, her fresh blood, the sight of the throbbing veins, and he would --

He groaned softly, the thought of it driving him mad.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She leaned over slightly, trying to get a look at his face as he tried so hard to avoid her.

“Everything is alright. I’m just tired. It has been a long night.” He answered wearily, one hand creeping up to his face, roaming over his temple and forehead. The Masquerade demanded everything of him tonight.

“I’m sorry I’m not being good company to you right now.”

“Oh no, I understand of course.” she said with a smile and leaned back. “I didn’t mean to impose. We spend quite some time together.”

“You didn’t impose at all. I invited you. And I enjoyed our time together.” he said, looking straight ahead, his gaze darting towards her, but he did not dare to turn his head.

“I did, too.”

The driver stopped at the apartment complex. Cyrene looked out of the window, then picked up on the cue as she recognized her surroundings.

“Well. I guess-- thank you. I can’t wait to see you again.” She unfastened her seatbelt and scooched over to him, her hand on his in his lap. He pulled his hand away instantly.

“I’m sorry, Cyrene.” He looked at her quickly, only a second, long enough to acknowledge her, but not to unleash the beast. “I have a lot on my mind.”

Her gaze lowered, there was sense of disappointment in it. She took the hint and shifted, opening the door on her side.

“Alright. I understand.”

“Cyrene”

She halted, only one step out of the vehicle. Her gaze was on him, his on her, but with a safe distance.

“I will call you later tonight, if you don’t mind. In an hour, roughly.”

“That’ll be late. But sure, I’d like that. Looking forward to it actually.” She smiled at him once more before leaving the car. Through the tinted window he watched her walk to the building’s main entrance, biting his lip as the hunger did not cease.

[thejadedking]

Galeb has no interest in how much power he wields among his kind. Not only is Galeb not entirely aware of how much sway he actually has among his kind, he genuinely doesn't care. We saw in VTMS that he didn't even know what sort of reputation he had and once he learns that others believe he never fails his missions, he's just: 🙄 Don't listen to gossip. Form your own opinions. But it's also the fact that the current Prince of Boston, Hazel Iversen, knows and was reminded in her early days, that keeping Galeb as an ally was vital to her standing as the new prince. With his approval, others followed suit and she knows that. It's also why he can, if he wanted to, get away with more because others both respect him too much and are too afraid of him to question him. Like when Kaius asks him to snoop into Jara's stuff, even as head of security Kaius would be questioned so he asks Galeb, even admitting that nobody would question Galeb if he was caught. All the while Galeb isn't even entirely aware of it because he genuinely couldn't care less. 😂

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Our muses have grown close when suddenly Prince Hazel Iversen is taken down from her throne and Galeb becomes Prince of Boston and they have to deal with wanting to still be close to each other while juggling Galeb's responsibilities and the rules he has to uphold. 🥺

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An AU where Galeb became Prince of Boston rather than Hazel Iversen? 🤔

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It's funny how much power and standing that Galeb has despite the fact that he's admitted to himself that he'd wipe out every last one of his own kind if someone gave him reason to. He's respected, feared, even Prince Hazel Iversen was wary of his sway and power while also eager to have him by / on her side for those very same reasons. He even admits that when the previous Prince, Quentin King and the other Elders, including Galeb's Sire, gave into the Beckoning ( it was presumed that King succumbed to it although we now know that he didn't ) Galeb was left completely alone in charge of Boston of which he was now the eldest and strongest Kindred. All in all, there's a reason that Hazel thinks of him as being ' old, wise and dangerous '.

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For all Galeb's successes in international business, imports, exports, the diamond and ruby trade, the recognition he received from the courts across the Western world, and his skill at murdering others, he longed for a mortal life to which he could never return. He was recognised as one of the few reliable patrons to neonates, and counsels for elders, in our domain of Boston, but outside of his executioner role, he remained aloof from politics. When King fell, I backed him for Prince, hoping to heal the rift between us ( or at least, get him off my back ). Galeb declined calling it "a poisoned gift" ( which held some truth ), but then threw in with the newly elevated Hazel Iversen, offering himself as an advisor, albeit at a distance from night-to-night affairs. Oh, Iversen was elated, but I looked like a total imbecile for his public rebuttal of my offer.

Galeb is a disillusioned Kindred. He sees himself as a monster, but a more controlled monster than most. When he has an ambition, he's determined and sharp, but when he lacks one, he wonders at what he could have achieved if only he returned to Constantinople earlier, if only he'd found love as a living being, and if only he'd aspired to political position, he might have an eternal purpose. I understand he recently made a young mortal from MIT into his ghoul, perhaps grooming her as another possible childe, but in my honest opinion, were he to do so, she'd find herself facing an eternity of disapproval combined with an absence of any kind of mentorship.

The Beckoning can't come soon enough for my sire. He would be best off following the Call and leaving my domain and our unlives for good.

Galeb Bazory - written by Berel Underwood, Vampire: The Masquerade - Swansong, Boston By Night

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The Vampire: The Masquerade - Swansong Galeb choices that I base my portrayal of him from. If anyone would prefer other choices, I'm happy to discuss.

Went to Kaius Leto instead of speaking to Berel Underwood.

Spared and wiped the minds of the police at Jason Moore's apartment, took Jason hostage, tried to take him to Hazel, Lehane shot him.

Spared Father Joseph Mannah.

Freed the werewolf.

Discovered that Berel embraced Xu Feng while he was gone.

Freed Berel.

Remained loyal to Prince Hazel Iversen and the Camarilla.