#stigranselm

[icebird-khion]

"Well, don't you look handsome," Khion remarked as he strode up to Stigr at the bar. The councilman easily stood out in the crowd against Khion's sharp vision. He shamelessly moved right into the older man's space, one hand finding its place on Stigr's hip settling between him, the crowd, and the bar counter. "Thanks for the Christmas gifts, hope you know I wore that sweater all day yesterday since I had this planned."

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[thereapernoel]

Noel was sitting alone on a bench near the park enjoying the town and the different sounds it offered. The reaper enjoyed solitude, probably too much considering where he was. He'd accompanied Khion into town and enjoyed some time in the places with the lovely bird, but he, much like is brother, did get overwhelmed with the sounds of too many things in one place and liked to come where it was quieter. The black cane tapped rhythmically against his shoe and his hat rested on the bench next to him. He would have never even known another was there save for the shift in the light he registered even behind his closed eyes.

Needless to say he'd not expected to see who he was seeing when he opened them. It took him a few blinks for his vision to adjust and to make sure it was who he thought it was because never in his life did he think Stigr Anselm would ever dress as Batman. "I took you as more for the Bruce Wayne type." He smiled while drinking in the view, he made a very appealing dark knight. "Khion?" Because Noel certainly hadn't asked him.

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[icebird-khion]

"Not tonight," Khion confirmed breathlessly. It'd been a long while he'd had Stigr to himself like this –– and even longer for their reunion to get them here. Naturally the pamola lacked the patience to draw things out like usual. He hummed against the vampire's lips, pleased he got his way in the end like he often did with the councilman. His features scrunched and twisted in pleasure, lips parting as moans and whimpers fell from them without any shame in volume. He dragged his nails down Stigr's back to leave short-lasting marks. "That's it," he groaned. "Keep going. Fuck me, please, Stigr." Those were the phrases he repeated over and over again as Khion's brain fell into autopilot mode.

Stigr always had enjoyed hearing Khion beg for him, though he didn't tease him nearly as much as he should have. One of the downsides of not being able to deny the pamola anything for too long. "Not in the mood to take things slowly tonight, lovely boy?" He asked, chuckling softly before he pressed a kiss to Khion's lips and adjusted them so that he very nearly had the slave bent in half. The vampire ground his hips against the younger man's ass and then started to finally move, fucking Khion properly now, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. He rested one hand down against the mattress near the other's head, his gaze fixed hungrily on Khion's face.

[lorenzoxreyes]

Had Enzo been actively avoiding bumping into Stigr ever since he'd got to the castle? Yes. Had he accidently just come face-to-face with Stigr in one of the long hallways of the castle? Also yes. Things could've ended better between them all those years ago, and he just didn't want to complicate things by actively seeking him out to talk about it. Lorenzo had got the guard position to meet and spend time with his father, not to hunt down ex-boyfriends to see what they were up to.

"Stigr.. fancy seeing you here," he greeted with a forced grin as he approached the Swedish councilman. What was it with him and councilmen? Enzo parked that thought for later on. "I mean, it was bound to happen eventually, me being a guard.. you being.. you.." he trailed off, sighing softly to himself. "How've you been?"

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[taliesin-mistry]

Taliesin had no idea what time it was, couldn't have guessed at it, although it was past two in the morning in reality. He was lying on the sofa in Soren's apartment, dazed, swaddled in Soren's hoodie and a thick, knitted blanket. Though he was still wearing the pink lingerie of his costume beneath, he'd long since lost the wings. The makeup that Gwyn has so carefully painted on him was smeared around his face, streaks of eyeliner down his cheeks where he had cried. Everything that came into contact with Taliesin was developing a crust of glitter. He was coming down from the MDMA he'd taken, felt less delirious and more exhausted. If he had still been out, intending to see the sun up, he might have popped another pill, but he didn't have any anyway.

Soren had informed him that Stigr was coming to collect him. Behind him, he heard the door open, the murmuring of Soren's voice, Stigr's, but he was barely awake, couldn't register their words as anything other than noise. He clutched the blanket tighter, burrowed deeper into the sofa cushions. The thought of going back to the castle was soul-crushing - being reunited with Soren only to be taken back to the Undercroft felt like some hideous, mythological punishment for a crime he couldn't name. He shut his eyes, given over to the childish logic that if he couldn't see it, it disappeared. But then the sound of footsteps grew closer and Taliesin knew that Stigr was standing over him. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes to look up at him. "I don't want to go," he said quietly, pleadingly. "Do I have to?"

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[ravisurendra]

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Soren scanned the dining room one more time, mouth twisted into a small frown as his fingers tapped against the bartop. He'd given into his nerves and showed up for their appointment early, nursed two drinks to take off the edge and cut himself off halfway through the second -- there was no affording being tipsy at such a crucial venture. It was a small venue, but fine quality: public to afford Soren meager bit of safety, not so far from the castle that Stigr would be unwilling to accept his invitation, sparing on details as it was. All he had to do now was wait.

Soren had bet on intrigue to be enough to lure the vampire down from the hilltop and miraculously it had worked. Ever since he'd learned exactly which councilmen were currently in Oymyakon, he'd been steeling himself for this encounter. The odds that Soren could make his way in Krovstown and ingratiate himself with the castle to any degree without being recognized by his father's old business partner were next to none. If Stigr outed him in the belly of the beast, it would be a disaster. If he refused to look the other way now, then the game would be over before it had even begun, but at least Soren might get a running start. And if he agreed...

Stigr was a business man, after all. Soren wasn't totally sure what exactly the councilman might want for his silence, but he was determined to find out. It wasn't as if he had much of a choice. He'd very nearly reversed his decision and ordered a third drink after all when he caught at first look at his guest in the mirrored wall behind the bar. It was like being transported back in time watching the vampire cross to where Soren leaned into his chair, not a hair on Stigr's head seeming to have fallen out of place in the last decade since they had seen each other. Immortal. He would have to put more effort into wrapping his head around that here.

"Councilman Anselm," Soren turned quickly, voice far more calm than he felt. He extended a hand, meeting Stigr's eyes, every lecture in Viraj's office about setting the proper tone for a negotiation running through his mind again, "It's a pleasure. I appreciate you taking the time to meet. Should I assume that we both understand why I asked you to come here today?"

[icebird-khion]

Khion gave the councilman a look of disbelief at that claim; he might not be on the council himself but his connections with Stigr and Gideon ensured him that those rules weren't meant to be broken, even by other councilmen. He still remembered hearing about the last drama when one councilman thought he could get away with doing that not too long ago. "Hey––" So shocked by the sudden physicality, Khion didn't have much a chance of fighting back and he didn't even dare try as Soo Ho dragged him through the castle halls and down the line of council offices. He could guarantee that his attempt at anything against a councilman –– no matter how much he believed Soo Ho deserved a good punch in the dick –– would result in consequences for himself that he didn't want to deal with. Maybe he could find a way to escape and get to Noel or Gideon or Stigr... maybe one of the latter two. Not that he doubted Noel's ability to handle others, but the councilmen often lacked respect towards those they believed lesser than their status. "You must be out of your mind if you think you'll be punishing me for nothing."

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“I say so.” Soo was usually patient, well ruined at the moment. He had met plenty of slaves most of which obeyed and made things easy not someone as defiant on purpose. A nerve was hit at that moment making him chuckle deeply, the audacity of that one. “Claimed. Purchased. Stolen. Whatever kind of filth you are it doesn’t change the fact that you are nothing but an useless slave to fuck.” He slapped him hard. “Oh we made those rules to make the council look good. They mean nothing and can easily be bent.” He grabbed him by his neck, choking him. “If you think I’m afraid of some master you’re wrong, slave. How dare you ruin my day.” Seeing the other wasn’t the kind to obey, the vampire grabbed his hair and began dragging him. “It’s only right to punish someone as delusional as you.”

[nicotine-noah]

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Heat week was over and as exhausting as it could be, Noah fucking loved it. Still, after a day or two of recovery and the excitement having died down, things went right back to boring as fuck normal in the Undercroft. Unless a master in heat rented him, which had happened but not as much as usual, Noah didn't get bitten half as much as he liked to even if he got more sex and he was determined that today he was absolutely getting someone to take him out of the Undercroft and get their fangs in him.

The cambion was keeping an eye on the entrance to the Undercroft, prowling around a little restlessly as he did, when he saw Stigr walk in and brightened. Bingo. Noah would've practically taken any vamp (except Aneirin) but to see a master he actually liked was a stroke of good luck. The councilman had only rented him once but he'd had a helluva good time and was eager to repeat the experience.

"You look hungry." He mused, grinning as he walked over, hopefully catching Stigr's eye and keeping his attention away from any of the other slaves. "Lemme help with that." It was cocky and bold but Stigr had seemed to appreciate that last time.

[diesiirae]

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One of the first worries Vulpe had once he discovered he'd be sent to Krovs was the Vampire Council itself. His previous owners had been kind, and it had been years since the Celestial had to worry about the cruelty he was often exposed to after the Second War ended. However, his move had kept him slightly on edge. Even considering his relatively new arrival, he had seen many vampires he crossed during the war. He prayed in the back of his mind that his existence would be easily forgotten. He had been one among many; certainly not memorable enough in fighting prowess. Vulpe had took lives, nonetheless. Someone was bound to remember, and it didn't take long until he discovered who. The masters of the castle still hadn't found much use out of him, so he crossed Stigr in one of his free roaming hours, the library abandoned with few exceptions in between shelves. Foolishly, the Celestial didn't notice who he was approaching when requesting for the reaching of one specific book. One look was enough, because the councilman had almost ripped out part of his wings at one point. Vulpe offered a smile, however, composing himself to avoid recoiling. As to not be impolite, he bowed his head slightly, trying to follow what he remembered of the protocol. — I apologize. I didn't recognize you, sir. — he got on the tip of his toes, barely getting the hardcover he so desired. It would be much easier if his powers hadn't been so thoroughly drained, but alas. — I guess the existence of a copy of this got me overexcited. — he showed off the Goetia, with small hopes of still being unknown.

[soft-dom-kalani]

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Location: Stigr's suite

Time: after the assassination attempt

Dom had moved from fear to uncontrollable rage to bargaining and then back to uncontrollable rage again, which had taken up a good chunk of his time and led to a certain amount of property damage that he'd had to resolve. And Stigr had, of course, been busy with the council because the ridiculous man considered it more important to shit-talk and listen to histrionic bloodsuckers bitch at each other than actually deal with an attempted assassination.

"I'm taking over your security detail."

[icebird-khion]

"I still think Stiggy is cute, you're just so picky," Khion retorted as he shot the councilman a grin while he passed him, heading for the stairs up to the main floor of the castle. He didn't look back to see if Stigr was behind him, knowing that he was as he walked the path to the other man's suite. Course he couldn't get in without Stigr unlocking the door so Khion parked himself against the wall beside it so that the vampire could get his keys out.

Stigr tsked back at Khion, shaking his head at the pamola. Really, so rude. It was rather lucky for the slave that the councilman didn't mind the occasional attitude from the younger man. "You can hardly blame me for not finding 'Stiggy' to be a particularly flattering nickname. You've certainly come up with better before." He drawled and then gestured ahead for Khion to lead the way, the other man more than familiar with where his suite was by this point.

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Continued from here.

"Do I?" Khion inquired, still maintain the innocent persona that Stigr had in heat week. He toed off his other shoe at the sound of his name. His eyes widened a little once the vampire approached but the shit-eating grin never left his features. "That so? And how exactly do you plan on doing that, Stigr?" He couldn't resist just one more shot at the councilman.

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[thereapernoel]

Noel didn't put as much value on the holidays as most even with it being his birthday. If left to his own devices he'd not decorate at all, but with Khion in his suite he had a tree and decorated his dark and uninviting suite. Of course the tree was black and it wasn't exactly as inviting as most of the decorations around the castle. It was a compromise, one that Khion enjoyed and the pamola was able to do whatever he liked to his room. Noel didn't limit him there.

Gifts were another thing he held little value on, but knew, from Khion's birthday, the other did value them and Noel not dismissing the holiday. Khion would get him something so Noel would have to in kind. Since his brother had ruined everything he built during his last stay, which might be a fate worse than death in some ways. Noel did not have the funds to purchase Khion on his own. He needed a councilman anyway so one bird with two stones in a way. It's how he found himself outside of Stigr's door again though he knew he had a number of options considering those who both liked Khion and would give him favor as well. He'd see how it went with the councilman of Sweden hoping he wouldn't be too difficult in what Noel was going to ask really only seeing one obstacle as his knuckles rapped against the door, where he waited less than patiently for the door to open seeing said man.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" He pressed standing before the ancient vampire like he was the one with all the power between them.

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[krovscastlerpg]

Wanted Character | Vampire/Vampire Hybrid | Fledgling

Faceclaim: Up to player, but some suggestions would be Michael Fassbender, James McAvoy, Chris Evans

Character Name: First name is [up to player], last name is [up to player]

Character Age: With the character being Stigr's oldest fledgling, they'd probably be around 1000, give or take a few years.

Role: Master

Species: Vampire / Vampire hybrid

Versatility: Top or versatile

Quote: (Can be from a song, book, etc. anything which relates to your character) [up to player]

Biography:

He was the first fledgling that Stigr ever turned and as a result, the two are very close even after spending some time apart. They've kept in contact through emails and the occasional phone call, actual visits between them happening every handful of years since both are busy. Stigr is still very protective and maybe a touch possessive with him.

They were in a relationship for around two hundred years after he was turned, but parted on good terms. He did at one time work for Stigr, helping run the country whenever the councilman was indisposed for one reason or another, which is a sign of how much Stigr trusts him since he doesn't hand over control of his things so easily.

He's been to Krovs before this, visiting with Stigr and on his own.

Positive Traits: [up to player] (Max 5)

Negative Traits: [up to player] (Max 5)

3 turn-ons: [up to player]

3 turn-offs: [up to player]

Please contact @stigranselm if you are interested in this character/want more information.

[thereapernoel]

"So what I'm hearing is I should be the one making your plans going forward. Understood." He turned to face the ancient. "If you ask nicely I could quit my job as the psychiatrist here and be your assistant, no?" He shifted his way back atop of Stigr straddling him. "I wonder, though, could you get anything done with me sitting so close?" He ran his hands up the other's bare chest and dragged his nails down leaving red lines as he started rocking his hips. "Could bend me over your desk when I bring you your morning coffee." He winked bringing Stigr's hands onto his thighs. Before he stopped and looked down at him with a frown. "That's sexual harassment Stigr."

Stigr knew better than to try and argue with Noel about simply accepting the money as a gift. They were both stubborn. If their situations were reversed, he imagined that he would have been against the idea of not paying the loan back as well. "I can assure you it was not." He replied, silencing a sigh as Noel got in another dig about his sudden disappearance not so long ago. "I had planned on being back much sooner than this."

[lorenzoxreyes]

It had been a long night, and the one person Enzo had been expecting to see hadn't made an appearance all evening. He'd been almost ready to go back to the castle when he spotted a particularly tall Batman in the crowd at the club. Perhaps that was why he hadn't been able to find him -- because he was mostly covered by his costume, but Enzo had been able to catch a good glimpse of him this time. Lorenzo's costume was a lot less cumbersome, with only a few bits of floaty material and gold jewellery decorating him.

"Who's your Catwoman tonight?" Enzo asked with a chuckle as he approached, dark eyes roaming over the other's costume as he took in every little detail. "The superhero look suits you, Stigr."

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