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, |
When Vincent complimented Sean, he didn't think anything of it. He knew his ego was rather large, and that wasn't something that was likely going to change while he had the power to do whatever he wanted. There might have been a time when he was a nicer individual who actually cared about other people, but years of being jaded had changed that. Sean could barely remember being human anymore. Nowadays his motto circled around whether it made his own life better, consequences for others be damned.
Sean pried his eyes away from the entertainment he'd created, his smile slowly slipping into a sinister grin. It wasn't as though he held back on his compulsion in his life; he used compulsion along the lines of breathing. It was as natural for him as eating was; which, okay, some could argue that feeding on blood wasn't a natural way to eat, but it was for him so it still counted. Still, he appreciated being complimented on it. It wasn't like there were an abundance of vampires running around with his particular skill set. He had to work to get to the point where he used it so fluidly that he didn't need to repeat himself.
"Don't know what you're talking about," He snickered, nodding in the direction of the chaos. "Looks like our friend isn't a very good dancer. Pity." Not that Sean had been expecting him to be. He just didn't look the type. Still, the entertainment didn't last nearly long enough for his wandering mind. He was bored, and nothing seemed to be quenching his thirst for adventure. Even trying to bother Vincent wasn't working out. The man seemed to get his game too quickly, which took all of the fun out of his teasing. Couldn't even find a decently angry person these days.
"How's your drink?" He asked innocently. He was getting hungry himself, but even he knew better than to bite somebody in the middle of a celebration surrounded by guards.'