ROLEPLAY HQ - me-and-the-devil

Stupid. This was all stupid. How did it all have to come to this? Roland slowly took a strained deep breath, just as the carriage drove over a particularly high stone. The whole cabin swung to the right, throwing his head right against the only not cushioned door frame. With a low curse he snapped the small book in his hand shut before his look trailed out the window. The countryside seemed calm, wide green meadow spreading wide until it dropped at the cliff. Dark waves shook the ocean, throwing waves against the stone wall over and over again. The sound was calming. But for Roland, he was still annoyed. This whole journey was not his. Leon should've been here in this depressing looking carriage to carry him up some rocky dirt road on the way to the estate to some rich client of his father. Instead, Rolands shitty older brother had decided it was a good idea to get shit face drunk at night in London, only to get his head smashed in by some homeless man who was just out for his golden pocket watch, Even only after a month of this tragic accident, his father was already tightening the load on Roland's shoulders who was not at all prepared to take over the family buisness. He had a few mathematical skills yes and knew literature and laws better than most people, but it wasn't a thing Roland wanted for his life to be like and be dictated from. Soon his thoughts trailed off, wandering over the waves and green grass in his vision while listening to the clacking of hooves, another thing that Roland hated to give up. The freedom on a mares back was unmatched. Yes. Freedom. Something that after this meeting would not be his anymore... @♝ 𝖁𝖎𝖈 ♞

Thedore was finishing up getting himself ready for these guests. Sighing he threw on some black lipstick and fluffed his curls up just right before he then smirked at himself in the mirror and stood, he was tall, slender…he was gorgeous and muscular, his eyes a beautiful white color and his hair raven black. The man wore an elegant black Victorian style suit and vintage high heel boots, he was…dashing. “I’m sure Bastian is out again, that brother of mine is always up to something..” He said in a deep tone, sighing to himself as he left his bedroom and grabbed his silver and black cane on the way out, heels clacking against the hard wooden floor and steps as he headed down the large staircase in the middle of the manor. Stepping off the last step he looked around, no sight of Bastian so it was just the guests and his parents. “Are they here yet? I’m dying to get this over with…” Theodore said with a slight grumble before his father smiled and looked at his rather tall son though he was tall himself, chuckling he squeezed his shoulder. “Wait for us in the ballroom, son. They’ll arrive soon” He assured which just caused the man to roll his eyes and walk off towards the ballroom, but instead of going inside he hid somewhere close, not wanting his father to keep any secrets from him, he was the next heir, he wanted to know everything. “Asshole…ugh…” He sighed out, watching, waiting for their arrivals. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

It wasn't too long that when Roland looked out of the window, the manor grew bigger and bigger as it came closer into view. It was a gorgeous villa on top of the cliff and near it with a huge ornamented metal gate that opened with a loud creack. Once inside, it took a bit more until the carriage actually stopped in front of the large set of wooden doors on top of a large stone staircase. The door soon after was opened by a servant for Roland to step out. His eyes were immediately drawn to the height of the enormous villa, completely in awe for a split second before he composed himself again and looked over towards the stairs... @♝ 𝖁𝖎𝖈 ♞

Theodore watched as the doors opened and was in immediate awe when the young red haired man entered, blinking slowly he dug his long sharp nails into the pillar he was hidden behind, eyes trained on him, not leaving. “Gods…he’s gorgeous…I want him..” The man said to himself before he then cleared his throat he wanted to approach, he had to approach, though before he could his father then spoke. “Welcome welcome, it’s so wonderful that you’re finally here, please, come along to the ballroom where there’s drinks, food and music even, we can discuss more important matters there” The old vampire said before he then began to lead them towards the ballroom, open to any conversation on the way. Theodore on the other hand gasped softly and quickly made his way into the ballroom, clearing his throat he stood tall and proud, eyes trained on the entrance, he wanted to see this man so badly, he wanted a closer look. “Come on, ugh…taking forever” He huffed annoyed as he waited, he had an idea, surely he could pull him aside while his father talked with his partners, it could be easy right? Offer him a drink, that’s it. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Roland's eyes widened a bit at the man greeting him with open arms. He was tall, well built with long black hair and a curled mustache. He seemed very eager to invite him in. "Good evening, Mr... Windsor I assume?" Roland asked with a hesitant but polite smile. "I am truly grateful for your hospitality." He added as he followed the man into the gorgeous manor. Beautiful twisted stairs and oak wood, paintings and chandeliers above the carpeted corridors. It was truly an old place, full of history. Despite his initial fascination, Roland tried his best to hide it. However, he could not quite wrap his hands around the fact that he felt, watched. @♝ 𝖁𝖎𝖈 ♞

Theodore scoffed, waiting almost impatiently now but before the impatience could grow any more he noticed his father leading them inside now, his crystal white eyes landing immediately on Roland. Swallowing softly he glanced at his father for a brief moment before stepping towards Roland. “What a lovely guest we have tonight, Theodore Windsor, you must be our partner then? At least one of them” He chuckled softly, extending his hand out, long sharp black shiny nails glistening in the light of the elegant ballroom, what a dashing vampire he was. “Theodore, perfect go ahead and accompany that young man and show him around, I will tell you about the meeting later” Theodore’s father spoke which made him furrow his brows in confusion and slight annoyance, he wanted to be there. Rolling his eyes he straightened his posture more than it already was before turning his attention to Roland once more. “Well, I suppose the meeting shouldn’t be that important. But anyways…” He said with a soft sigh. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

While following behind his client, Roland's eyes were still subconsciously all over the place until Mr.Winston suddenly stopped. The young man almost ran into his back where it not for the bright voice tearing him out of his thoughts. Before the Two stood another young man. The resemblance to Roland's client made it obvious that they were related. Roland's stare laid on the stranger for just a second too long before swallowing and giving a small nod before shaking the others surprisingly cold hand. "Yes-" Roland didn't even get to ask for the man's name before Mr. Windsor already answered his unasked question. His response made Roland swallow again as he was still looking at Theodore. Something about his gaze made him nervous, but also unable to look away... "Um, my stay is currently settled for about 2 weeks. As long as we settle the paperwork within that time frame..." Roland tried to stay calm as he was about to be let alone with this man... @♝ 𝖁𝖎𝖈 ♞

Theodore squeezed the man’s hand gently as they shook hands, his gaze not leaving Roland’s at all. Black painted lipstick lips curling up into a charming smile it was fake yes but deep down he was intrigued by this man. “Ah- yes….thats right…your stay..” He said acting like he knew of this but realistically he didn’t, his parents more so his father always kept him out of the loop which annoyed him greatly. Clearing his throat he then smiled more. “Well id assume your parents would be taking our…only available guest room, you could stay with me in mine or- with them I suppose…” He sighed out softly, his gaze remaining on the man now, almost getting lost in his eyes. Glancing away for a split second though so he wouldn’t stare…too long… @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

As the two opposite parties shook hand, Roland gave Theodore a small awkward yet polite smile. He tried his best not to look down at the hand that was squeezing his own just a bit too long, a little to tight. The most unsettling thing of all: it was as cold as ice. A small wave of relief washed over Roland's body as Theodore finally released him from his freezing grip. "Oh my father is unable to join us. He is still mourning a recently deceased family member." Roland chimed in a little akwardly after the suggestion, trying to get around the fact to mention his idiotic brother. He would've surely loved to brag about his own riches to this man. Roland would not have envied him. However there was something about this strange man. Something unsettling but also something that made him unable to look away. Lord Windsor's son was definitely not too bad locking, but something about his demeanor threw him off... @♝ 𝖁𝖎𝖈 ♞