I'M BRINGING MY CROWN . o . human AU

[VASS .]

Vaas was known for the night life, the king of it- really. The nightclub down the street knew his face and the bar up the boardwalk had a drink named after him. When Vaas had first came to this town, a year ago- it was his first tell into the town, what kind of kooky shit he could find. He submerged himself in with his people, carved out this niche for himself, and reaped the rewards of his kingdom. There were traces of whispers still about where- what he had come from, but most were squashed- and non dare ask the vicious man in the middle of a scene.

And vicious were he. He gave the bouncer a job, but that job wasn’t railing the pirate in as much as it was calling the ambulance after he had his way. Vaas was a brawler when he felt the need sing under his skin. He enjoyed his petty fights- never one to get caught indoors, but well enough to be caught with bloodied knuckes rasped against cloth afterwards. The nights were when Vaas came out to play. The evening was when Vaas swirled a drink in hand and enjoyed the atmosphere- the very presence of burning in the back of his throat and his hand wrapped around a hookup for the night.

Yet the mornings?

Mornings found Vaas quietly, a slow starting song into the quiet town here. The coffee shop two blocks down from his own home- a wearhouse turned shindig- sold the best croissants, fresh and warm enough for the man to rip and nibble on over the computer screen sitting across his lap. The man held a coffee in one hand while the other typed absentmindedly at the computer. Drafting up an email back home. He had the wall of the booth to his left and the cutting corner of a table to his right, sitting in it so he had his back to the wall- there were bags under his eyes, but the steady smell of coffee and butter told anyone he was well caffeinated.

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"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain .  vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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