"I like the Irish - firey. Hell with a broomstick, too. There was a.. .a wee girl," he started, taking on a very good Irish accent for the last bit, "who I got quite enamored with. Worked at the local tailor shop with eyes like the sky and skin like satin.
I'd say even her mother was pretty, as she beat me out of their barn," he finished with a laugh. "Can't say I've had that from any French mothers, though plenty of busted lips and gunshot wounds from their husbands."
"International Playboy." Cassidy made a presentational gesture in Matthew's direction. "That's the vibe I'm gettin'. Beddin' women in every nation across the globe. Probably jumped away from a few explosions. Vampire James Bond. Am I on the money there?"
"If I can help it," he said without an inch of shame and an air of confidence in his broad smile. "A few men, if they strike my fancy but that's more rare than anything. What I'd give to be James Bond though," he said with a light laugh.
"I hunt, when I'm asked to, doing the work of the court with my sword and hammer, and when I'm not, it's all stocks and moving numbers. Nothing quite as exciting as anything that comes out of spy novels, unless you count running from angry husbands as such.
And you then, do you work or is it a free floating existence?"
"You won't find me workin' for no courts. Not even if they would let me use a sword." Because that did sound pretty awesome.
"Mostly I spend Seamus's money. He's the one with the ambition. But I will work for the extra cash, when I need it. Or if the job's fun enough. Which is how I wind up chaperonin' bachelor parties to Mexico." For example. "But I don't need much... never did. Long as there's enough money to buy drugs, and the occasional jaunt to the whorehouse, everything else is extra."
"No? Well, being carved out in front of them for not is worse." There was a tinge of guilt about it all. Matthew was far from bloodthirsty and he hated such useless loss of life but he did as he was commanded.
"I admit we've been trained a bit.."
He needed another hit and took a deep one.
"I've always had a taste for the finer and gallivanting among them. I can't do that off odd jobs, nor would my sister have let me I dare say. Enjoy your freedom, mon petit chou, it is a blessed thing."
"If I've been flyin' under the radar of some official vampire society all these years, I've got more luck than I been accountin' for."
Cassidy had been assuming that he and Matthew were from the same world. He still wasn't entirely sure that wasn't the case... but the things that didn't quite match up were starting to mount. How many different realities could the fairies reach into? How many Earths? How many different versions of Paris or New Orleans or Texas? Were they really different, or was it all some mess of quantum physics, each world a single still frame of a fractal?
These were fairly bog-standard stoned thoughts, and a good sign that the opium was doing its work. They were also hitting Cassidy in a whole new way, given his fresh real-life perspective on multiple realities. For a long moment, he allowed the thoughts to swirl around and through his head, one of his knees bobbing idly side to side as he stared up at the ceiling.
"We should have some music, next time," he said — a stray, passing thought in the middle of all those metaphysics. Music always made the high better.
"You certainly are." He wasn't going to spoil Cassidy with the dark, dirty details, especially with the light, airy feeling of the drugs in his system. He was half melted in his chair, head rolling back with a sigh as he let his limbs relax and settle.
This is what he'd needed. Well, part of what what he needed.
"Mmm, depends on what kind. I'm boring and in love with what's called 'Classic' now, I suppose." Alexander was always the 'hip' one. "What do you like?"
"Oh, me, sure, I could do classic rock." Not his absolute first choice, but he wouldn't say no to it. "The Stones. AC/DC. The Who. Definitely."
Always a safe bet to start with those more conventional, less embarrassing options — though Cassidy was just relaxed enough to dip a toe into other waters.
"You know who's great in pop now, though, is Carly Rae Jepsen."
The look Matthew gave him could only be described as confused horror.
"Savage," he accused dramatically before laughing. "Further back, ya heathen. I don't even know what that means, 'pop'. Most recent thing I can say I've listened to with purpose is.. One of the Billies. Joel or.." He wiggled a couple of fingers absently, "Idol."
"Honestly, I could not tell you," he said with another chuckle. "Music is the least attended to of my tastes. Now Theater - that's a different story. I do love to catch a show or three. At least their names tend to be memorable.
Oh, Elton John isn't bad either, though I think of him less often then I should in this subject.
"Pop. Rock. EDM — that one's a bit like classical, eh? Not too many lyrics."
Okay, so that was a pretty bullshit comparison, but it was the sort of bullshit that'd make an entertaining argument.
"I'm not all that bothered about genre, really. But I love goin' to concerts. The way the crowd has its own sort of energy. Speakers turned up so loud you can feel it in your chest, like... plus, these days they got all the lasers and pyrotechnics. Makes it quite the spectacle."
Although the level of enjoyment in things like lasers did depend on the substance being taken.
"Music to smoke opium by," Cassidy mused. "Maybe jazz? Some smooth saxophone... brushes against drum heads. Solo female vocalist singin' about the days gone by — I reckon that could be just the ticket. Whadda you think?"
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Date: 2018-01-28 10:33 pm (UTC)I'd say even her mother was pretty, as she beat me out of their barn," he finished with a laugh. "Can't say I've had that from any French mothers, though plenty of busted lips and gunshot wounds from their husbands."
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Date: 2018-01-28 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-30 05:40 pm (UTC)"I hunt, when I'm asked to, doing the work of the court with my sword and hammer, and when I'm not, it's all stocks and moving numbers. Nothing quite as exciting as anything that comes out of spy novels, unless you count running from angry husbands as such.
And you then, do you work or is it a free floating existence?"
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Date: 2018-01-30 10:22 pm (UTC)"Mostly I spend Seamus's money. He's the one with the ambition. But I will work for the extra cash, when I need it. Or if the job's fun enough. Which is how I wind up chaperonin' bachelor parties to Mexico." For example. "But I don't need much... never did. Long as there's enough money to buy drugs, and the occasional jaunt to the whorehouse, everything else is extra."
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Date: 2018-01-31 12:59 am (UTC)"I admit we've been trained a bit.."
He needed another hit and took a deep one.
"I've always had a taste for the finer and gallivanting among them. I can't do that off odd jobs, nor would my sister have let me I dare say. Enjoy your freedom, mon petit chou, it is a blessed thing."
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Date: 2018-01-31 07:29 pm (UTC)Cassidy had been assuming that he and Matthew were from the same world. He still wasn't entirely sure that wasn't the case... but the things that didn't quite match up were starting to mount. How many different realities could the fairies reach into? How many Earths? How many different versions of Paris or New Orleans or Texas? Were they really different, or was it all some mess of quantum physics, each world a single still frame of a fractal?
These were fairly bog-standard stoned thoughts, and a good sign that the opium was doing its work. They were also hitting Cassidy in a whole new way, given his fresh real-life perspective on multiple realities. For a long moment, he allowed the thoughts to swirl around and through his head, one of his knees bobbing idly side to side as he stared up at the ceiling.
"We should have some music, next time," he said — a stray, passing thought in the middle of all those metaphysics. Music always made the high better.
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Date: 2018-02-03 05:37 pm (UTC)This is what he'd needed. Well, part of what what he needed.
"Mmm, depends on what kind. I'm boring and in love with what's called 'Classic' now, I suppose." Alexander was always the 'hip' one. "What do you like?"
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Date: 2018-02-04 07:32 pm (UTC)Always a safe bet to start with those more conventional, less embarrassing options — though Cassidy was just relaxed enough to dip a toe into other waters.
"You know who's great in pop now, though, is Carly Rae Jepsen."
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Date: 2018-02-04 08:54 pm (UTC)"Savage," he accused dramatically before laughing. "Further back, ya heathen. I don't even know what that means, 'pop'. Most recent thing I can say I've listened to with purpose is.. One of the Billies. Joel or.." He wiggled a couple of fingers absently, "Idol."
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Date: 2018-02-05 12:18 am (UTC)And those were two very different artists Matt was name-checking. Cassidy let the laugh roll into a chuckle.
“Well, what was he singin’ about? Was it all about dancing and rebellion, or was it about bein’ a New Yorker, or possibly a fisherman?”
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Date: 2018-02-05 06:45 pm (UTC)Oh, Elton John isn't bad either, though I think of him less often then I should in this subject.
What do you listen to? Just.. 'pop'?
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Date: 2018-02-05 09:06 pm (UTC)Okay, so that was a pretty bullshit comparison, but it was the sort of bullshit that'd make an entertaining argument.
"I'm not all that bothered about genre, really. But I love goin' to concerts. The way the crowd has its own sort of energy. Speakers turned up so loud you can feel it in your chest, like... plus, these days they got all the lasers and pyrotechnics. Makes it quite the spectacle."
Although the level of enjoyment in things like lasers did depend on the substance being taken.
"Music to smoke opium by," Cassidy mused. "Maybe jazz? Some smooth saxophone... brushes against drum heads. Solo female vocalist singin' about the days gone by — I reckon that could be just the ticket. Whadda you think?"