I'M BRINGING MY CROWN . o . human AU

[VASS .]

Within the year or so that Vaas had found himself here along the beaches and sunny boardwalks Vaas had become a man of reputation himself. Beyond the street fights and the partying: he was  a man of action. He has yet to back out of his word since he stepped into the town, and it was simply the aura of the man; a hidden intensity, even in the mornings when all was quiet. He kept in contact with his family only through email- and if that wasn't sad in this day an age. His phone remained unused and neglected along the table in favor for the tensely worded document inside his lap.

The soft chime of the bell overhead broke his concentration, and he took the distraction to take that last bite into the chocolate filled pastry at his side. When he looked up, jade green eyes meeting with Rhine's: there was an smear of the pastry chocolate still caught on his lips, and he smiled through it.

Vaas knew the other well, and through a deep conversation or two when Rhine's own friends managed to drag him into the clubs that Vaas had frequented- one of the few nights that Vaas walked away satisfied without any stranger in his home: deep conversations stimulated a deep rooted need of intimacy that even sex couldn't scratch.

he remembers most of the talks, and blamed the whiskey on the rest of the blurry memories he can't. Well kept teeth shined in the lime lite as he set his laptop down. Moving from his position opening up the spot next to him in the booth since it seemed like Quasar too stole the other side of it. "You've spilled you're life story once or twice, si." Vaas spoke in a lilting tone, teasing the other even as he invited the other to take a seat beside him with a pat towards the empty space.

he moved his computer to sit infront of him- a more normal stace now than before. Jade eyes watching Quasar with a narrowed eye, but the teasing had yet to fall from his face. "I wouldn't mind, but this is a coffee shop and that is not coffee, "cachorro." The man snarked, all bite as he pushed his own steaming mug towards the kid. Spiced coffee of a dark brew with some cinnamon, peprika, and red pepper. He tapped the rip of the mug as in invitation

"C'mon, join the dark side kid. You're already skipping." The adult taunted with the same lilt. The email opened up on his computer sat forgotten at the table in favor of teasing the two people nearby him. There was a reason why the seat was empty before- beyond the fact that Vaas strikes an overall intimidating figure even in the morning: soft hair and a jacket thrown over his solders, the tattoo's that lingered there were stark against dark tanned skin.

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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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