LIVING/HUMAN AUS

[sindicates]

LIVING/HUMAN MEME Alright besties, here's a good place to shove all your 'while they were alive' and 'what if this Hellborn was a human actually' AUs! Post characters in their living state in their 'home' timeline, AU other characters into their timeline, be a fucked up demon at someone that's alive, etc etc. BE FREE.

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[admonish]

[ while the dozens of other eyes in the room are tuned into the stage to watch another salacious performance by the ever-alluring Mimzy, there is one pair of eyes missing. seated near a corner is a younger gentleman with a collection of books scattered across the table top, looking between the pages of one such book before painstakingly copying the information verbatim on the blank page settled in front of him. humorously or otherwise, his clothing seems to be a size or so too big for him.

he did not come here for the show, though her performances are wonderful, he came here knowing full and well that he would not be bothered. the others would be so drawn in by her song and dance that he would go entirely unnoticed, meaning no one would try to grab for his papers again. something about being smaller in size makes one an easier target for those who either drink too much or want to start trouble for kicks.

in fact, he is still sporting the end result of just such an encounter—a cut on his bottom lip on the right side. he could have hidden away like a wounded animal but doing so benefits neither party, he is not going to hide out in his home over something so trivial. he has work to do and this is as good a place as any to get it done in.

the page he copies from is written in an ancient script, depicting a tumultuous battle between angels and demons that is only settled when one such angel is casted out of heaven’s light. but it isn’t simply just the words he is transferring over, the faint outlines of the beautiful artwork can also be found on the pages and there looks to be at least thirty pages completed. unfortunately, that means there is roughly a hundred more to go, but he seems to be in good spirits.

when Mimzy completes the number, he draws his attention away from his notes to clap with the others. just because he may not be actively observing doesn’t mean he is not appreciative of her skill, he even smiles briefly, though only to be polite, when he catches her eye for a moment. it’s only after his hand begins to cramp up that he sets his work aside and takes a short recess.

the types of people that gather here are always interesting as they are from all walks of life. music is universally adored, so it hardly surprises him to take in such a variety when it comes to their faces. coming to this place means they can put their worries aside for one night in favor of enjoying alcohol and good company, he can understand wanting a reprieve better than most.

with that in mind, he begins to pack some of the smaller books and other utensils into his bag. he only intends to finish the current page anyway, completing thirty pages in one day is impressive enough even though it is far from his record. ]

[sindicates]

[ alastor always lingers nearest the stage. most people around think that he and mimzy are attached, which means they generally leave him be, but it also means that often mimzy thinks the same and he has to navigate that more delicately than he might otherwise to ensure the continued status quo. but he does genuinely enjoy her company even if it's not in the manner she desires and she clearly does her best to not overstep even if her raucous enthusiasm and inability to keep her pointed heel out of her mouth mean she's very bad at it.

tonight's easier though because her attention is caught by another man, a drifter that's bought her drink after drink. many men would be jealous, likely, and alastor might if he were any different, but it's with a vague sense of relief that he just relaxes between the songs of her set. he does keep an eye on things to make sure the man doesn't try anything, of course, but he hasn't yet had to commit the face to memory well enough to trail him down an alleyway in six hours, so he's counting it as a win.

an easy one at that, when she hops off the stage after her latest number when the applause has finally quieted. he leans down, down, down and she kisses his cheek as he hums his acquiescence, then she flits off to chatter with some friends and courters and have a drink.

there's a familiar itch under his skin aching to get out and he sighs, smile ever present as he watches her a long moment in her element before standing and finishing off his drink to set the glass down on the tabletop with a gentle clink. he'll get some air, regroup, and come back inside with no one the wiser. a nod to the bartender indicates that the man's to keep an eye on mimzy for him in the interim and he turns to go just for a moment.

he's partway across when he spots something one doesn't often see in a place like this: someone hard at work on something not becoming entirely plastered and uncouth. he raises an eyebrow slightly, hands clasped behind his back as he leans over to take in the sight of the other man's work.

it's impressive, and alastor respects skill. he's not as fancied up as some of the other patrons, but well-tailored. if he has commentary on the other's clothing being a bit too big, he, for once, keeps his mouth shut.

about that part, at least. he does speak, quieter than he might otherwise but certainly loud enough to be heard, transatlantic accent in full effect. ]

Why, it's certainly a rarity to see anyone here hard at work other than the bartender and the performers! It's never appeared to me a place suitable for that sort of concentration, but it seems you've got that in spades!