#svnsworn; John Seed

[sirenaceae]

His sister's absence isn't unusual, but John has never much cared for her ways, her entrance into their family, a sister found in faith - the irony isn't lost on him, even if that isn't the sole reason for Joseph naming her that - rather than blood. But where John finds that blood brings the sins out of people, Faith uses her drugs. The Bliss. It feels stupid to use something of the sort, but Joseph doesn't listen. Faith is their sister because he commands it, and John has learned not to bring it up any longer.

But Joseph isn't here, and John doesn't care if most don't find her absence unusual. He doesn't trust it. So he leans his back against the table, crosses his arms over his chest, appraises her with a cold stare offset by a practiced smile that can feign warmth. He's sure she sees right through it. "So, where have you been? Had nothing but fun, I'm sure." He could say something if she left Hope County, but she's too smart, wouldn't admit to that even if she did. "The family missed you."

(and I've missed writing my FC5 muses, please take John being a little shit. I'll send Joseph and maybe my girl December her way too sometime soon)

It had been almost a fortnight. Enough time to get clean, sure, but no where near enough to be rehabilitated. Truth was, Faith had started to hear the whispers again, whispers from a teenage girl who had no where else to go and who had her own hopes and plans for the future fucked away.

Needless to say John was the last brother she wished to face fresh out of her drug cleanse. Joseph could make her feel loved. Jacob didn't a flying fuck so long as she kept supplying his men with barrels of Bliss, so if Jacob were here, she had a reason to be angry with the men in charge of production.

But John was here. And John hated her, told in how he constantly had his foot out ready to trip her up. His smile never reached his eyes — Faith flashed a shit eating grin of her own. "I found your latest fling and I pegged 'em legless." she claimed. "Someone had to give 'em a good fucking."

It was the childish kind of remark that Faith knew itched John the wrong way. Like siblings poking at each other's sore spots. But she was sober and in a petty kind of mood.

"I've been busy, John. Can you refine Bliss? Stabalise the formula so it retains its golden ratio of hallucinogenic and truth-serum properties while minimising the pesky little seizures and damage to the nervous system?" Perhaps she wasn't telling the whole truth. But in order to remain useful, she had to get clean. "I'd love a little fun. Fuck, am I finally going to be invited to a family barbeque? I'll bring the salad."

[notthedyingtype]

@svnsworn // John was an ass to Grace: “ “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “ Meme: CLOSED // Status: CLOSED

        The laugh that leaves her is bubbling &&. slightly sarcastic, eyes rolling with a shake of the head. He was unbelievable. He had kidnapped her multiple times, tied her up, even tortured her, &&. yet... he wanted to go on a date.

        Licking over her lips, forest hazel hues drift around the empty field of Moonflowers she is standing on the edge of. Fingers gently drum &&. hover over that button on the walkie talkie -- searching for an answer to that question. John Seed. The real antagonist out of all the Seed siblings. He always had some sort of jab to throw her way.

        “&&. why would you want to take me on a date, John? I could easily take you out.” &&. not in a dating type of way either. Though she knew that she didn’t need to clarify that. John Seed may be an antagonist, but he wasn’t stupid &&. she knew this.

        There had to be some sort of ulterior motive to this request.