Sean Riesling | Damon Salvatore (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} beavampire) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates, |
Sean liked this one. This ‘Vin’ was clearly smarter than he gave him credit for, which while not that great a feat considering Sean assumed everyone was stupid unless proven otherwise, was still impressive as Sean also didn’t often admit to himself that somebody wasn’t as dumb as he assumed. He had a complicated personality where he both thought he was better than everybody and also hated himself at the same time, which was a weird complex that he didn’t care enough about to try to explain. Most of the time he plastered a smile and deflected with violence, but deep down in it he hated the world, and thankfully so far nobody figured that out. He’d rather be seen as immature than have people try to talk to him about his feelings.
“Nice to meet you, Vin. Nice flute.” Sean held the second goblet out to him again, nodding in emphasis that the man should probably take it. He wouldn’t let up until the other man at least took a gulp of the beverage seeing as he was being all uptight and strange. Sean had found that ale cured most people’s shyness in fun and embarrassing ways, and he would eat his own tongue if it wouldn’t work the same way for this gentleman who was so clearly attempting to shrink away from the world. Sean got that, he really did, considering how hard it was to live as a vampire at first. It took him a while to play into the benefits of vampirism and stop despising what he was. He was pretty sure that Vin here wasn’t a vampire, so their stories probably didn’t compare as much as he wished they did, but that didn’t change anything.
“Most people come to these things to make friends and cozy up to royalty in order to get something from then,” Sean’s nose wrinkled at the idea of ever sucking up to anybody. That was for somebody without compulsion to get whatever he wanted. He didn’t need to grease the palm to get the things he desired, even from people like the good king. Sure, he didn’t ever have unaccompanied access to Camelot’s royalty, but he was content with taking the money from the lesser-known royals, law enforcement, and vagrants the world over. He really enjoyed taking all of the money from an abusive brothel owner a few nights prior and eating his only son and heir. That had been beautiful to see.
A servant came up to them then, his grin showing his eagerness to please as he carried a tray of food. Sean glanced at him, realizing he wasn’t about to just leave, as though he were desperate for the attention from the two musicians. Sean’s eyebrow cocked up, and immediately his pupils dilated as he began the process of compulsion. “Leave us. Now. Go dance on the table over there.” The servant paused, looking confused for a moment, before bowing and doing as he was told. He wasn’t a very good dancer, not very coordinated at all, so it wasn’t long before he fell and knocked a goblet of wine into the lap of Lady Cecily, who was beside herself. Sean snickered.
“Always good to have dinner and a show.”