HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER |  Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS |  17 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 15, 2015 0:15:17 GMT -5 ♔
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places, places — get in your places — throw on your dress ✧ and put on your doll faces
WORDS ▲ 000 TAGGED ▲ @someone NOTES ▲ a little something here | [attr="class","scrolls"]It was not that he was naïve to the practice of abusing prostitutes; it was the fact that he never imagined himself in such a position. Again. He had worked this trade for too damn long not to be aware of what could happen behind closed doors, buried his share of co-worker who couldn’t escape a violent patron too. It was amazing what could be overlooked in places like these. I mean, what was one dead hooker to continued investment, right? That’s what it all boiled down to. Money. You could always buy more whores, they were like furniture – sans the fact you could fuck’em and not get a splinter.
At some point during the struggle his illusions had come undone, exposing violet eyes to four walls that no longer inspired feelings of pride or safety. The fluffy duvet was on the floor. The sheets were rumpled, bloodstained… ‘Not mine.” The thought whispered quietly, a soft reassurance that was nearly drowned out by the rage and anxiety. Against the wall at the end of the bed was the slumped over body of a man. His chest rose and fell shallowly, unperturbed by the gash that stretched the length of his right arm. It wasn’t deep nor was it lethal; the guy would just have a hell of a time trying to jack off with it.
Hessat clenched his fist and shuddered in revulsion. There was red all over his hands and the blade was growing colder in his palm. He felt exposed, something many would find strange coming from a man who took off his clothes on a regular basis. Speaking of clothes, where were his? They hadn’t gotten very far in their romp things had gone south. He could still feel the calluses from the mans hands around his neck…
He had a lot of kinks but that would never be one of them.
Scowling, he stabbed the knife into one the bedpost, he’d clean up later. With that he set about cleaning himself up, a process shortened by the desire to be gone before that ox woke up. And he made good on the time he allowed himself and soon Hessat could be seen stalking the large serving room, nursing his ill temper, eyes once again their masked gold. Nobody stopped him from making his way to the bar and only spared him a glance as he reached behind it to pluck a large bottle of something from the cabinet. Didn’t matter what it was so long as there was a lot of it.
A cup was abducted, a stool snatched and Hessat was well into his second glass when a stranger piped up about a drink. His drink. The courtesan raised a brow, meeting the gaze of the bartender who was eying him and the bottle being jealously guarded. Either they politely directed their customer to another stiff drink or attempted to pry brunette away from it. The server didn’t appear to know what she wanted to do – thankfully, Hessat made decision for her.
“Not even going to ask what it is?” To his credit, Hessat managed to not look as curious as he felt as he sidled up to the stranger, taking in the shock of white hair and dark chocolate skin. This was the first in a long time that he’d seen anyone who shared his complexion who wasn’t in bondage. Judging by his weaponry the man wasn’t going to just let someone put him in chains either. Cup in his left hand and bottle in his right, Hessat approached the man in a way that could only be described as a prowl. "That could be dangerous, you know?" He crooned easily, this was familiar, this was safe for him. Gently he pressed the rim of his half full cup to the man's lips, a challenging smirk aimed at him.
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HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS | 17 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 14, 2015 16:13:08 GMT -5 ♔
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i've never known a man who loved me |
The smile broke free of his restraints, although the effort he put into holding it back was admittedly minimal. His eyes twinkled quietly as he ducked around the bed to go rifling around in the armoire once again, this time extracting a towel from one of the bottom draws and a shirt with, surprise surprise, long sleeves. It was a wonder why Hessat owned such a garment when flaunting his skin was what made him happiest. “It’s alright. I would hope you’d eat come lunch time though.” Faux worry applied like one of his many cosmetics.
Pushing the shirt into the smith’s chest he swatted away the hands twined in the sunny strands to allow the towel room to work. Having Starling catch a cold and be laid up for too long would draw more attention than he wanted to manage. It had already been difficult to hide certain aspects of the fox’s identity without garnering concern from those who would look a little too closely at them.
Quietly he rubbed the towel over his head, gently. As much as he wanted to handle him with all the finesse of an enthusiastic four-year-old, he knew he’d already stripped the man of much patience in the first fifteen minutes of wakefulness. “I’m smiling,” answering distractedly, “because you’re letting me do this for you.” And the fact that he was obediently sitting in his bed, would be wearing his clothes, made it all seem terribly intimate in a way that had nothing to do with the frantic fucking that usually happened there. It was something possessive. Starling was his now. His ward, his plaything, his charmingly engaging pet, nobody but Hessat got to see this side of him.
'And i'll be the only one who will if I have my way...'
Soon the towel was gone, discarded and used to mop up the puddle on the floor and Hessat briefly combed through Starling’s hair with blind affection. He poured all his attention into the activity, as if it warranted more focus than anything else he could possibly be doing and for that moment it was.
“I’m going to give you a massage. Don’t look at me like that, I won’t touch your dick.” He hissed, knowing without having to look that he’d be getting the most incredulous look from the young man. Suppose he couldn’t blame him for the assumption though. Hessat wasn’t particularly well known for keeping his hands to himself or above the belt for that matter. “Your ass is safe too.” He reassured as an afterthought, moving away to set up one of his incense pots on the nightstand. “You can wear the shirt if you think your virtue is in jeopardy but I’d like for you to lay on your stomach so I can work on your back. Hunched over an anvil can’t be good for your spine.”
Hessat supplied nothing else as the scent of rosewood, vanilla, and some nameless odor began to fill the room from the bowl of burning leaves. A dark red mulch had been added to it – Heraji – not that Starling would be able to identify the plant even had he seen it.
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HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS | 17 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 14, 2015 13:34:34 GMT -5 ♔
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| i've never known a man who loved me |
‘Will you walk into my parlor? Said the Spider to the Fly,’ He thought mirthfully, watching as the fatigue-rusted gears in the man’s head processed his proposal. He wouldn’t reject it. The knowledge of this made it difficult not to smile while waiting for the answer. Who knows? Maybe Starling would surprise him? The man was just full of those today.
The response was acquiescing, albeit still pointedly churlish with how his hand was shrugged off. Hessat shrugged. Let him have his tantrum. Work all of it out of his system and then revert to that state of much loved docility. Once Starling had disappeared into the room the courtesan came fluttering after him, quickly skipping over the puddle on his floor as he moved towards the large oaken armoire. “Rules?” Hessat said the word with all the pleased smugness he was famous for, “Mm, yes. I have a rule. Just one.” Hands disappeared into the stacks of clothes, silks and fine materials, all his. Hessat wanted for very little.
Producing a new set of sheets he sat them on the small table against the wall and went about setting up the bed. He smoothed each layer down, attentively tucking the edges beneath the mattress and realigning the pillows that had shifted out of place thanks to the former occupants. Hessat was quiet, apparently thinking. Then he turned a beaming smile on Starling.
“You will let me pamper you a bit.”
The man said after a few minutes of careful silence. “You have worked a lot these past few days and as my ward it falls on me to make sure you are cared for.” It sounded so matter of fact, so logical, and he completely expected the blonde-haired man to submit to the sudden whim like it wasn’t one of his more odd requests.
“Are you hungry? I could go get us breakfast and I’ll even feed it to you.” Could you even imagine it? Him, the drug-toting whore, with a lapful of grouchy blacksmith, feeding him bits of cheese and fruit? Hessat would have snickered if he weren’t trying so hard to sell sincerity.
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HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS | 17 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 14, 2015 10:18:40 GMT -5 ♔
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Hessat & Alexander's ass lmao oh gosh, i definitely want them to be friendly now. asking extra nicely for him to kill the baker's kid because he skipped out on paying and called him a cheap lay. hessat's no minstrel but he can turn a phrase with the best of the liars out there and if they hit it off a few verbal battles in the future would be very fun. some time in the future though we have to do a mission together and harass whoever's with them - that or xander can pretend to hold hessat's leash as he tries to give a lap dance to whoever's there.
or they can get blackout drunk together. there's always that.
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HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS | 17 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 14, 2015 0:16:47 GMT -5 ♔
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Hessat & Alexander's ass sup tall dark and fine, did you sit in sugar? cus you got a sweet ass. /shot
nah seriously though, hessat is a positively shameless flirt and he will openly and publicly comment on just how wonderful xander's ass is in those lovely trousers. beware of unexpected butt touching. he expects only a few compliments in return, you can spare that much certainly. i'm honestly not sure how xander would feel towards my little liesmith. hessat's all blood, pleasure and betrayal, kind of comes with the job description and xander seems to be a stand up dude with icky shit like morals and whatever. plus he's a bounty hunter and that's not good for an assassin. although, good assassins don't get caught so maybe he doesn't have to worry?
this can go a couple of ways: either these two are able to tolerate each other (ie: xander doesn't want to kick hessa's ass for being a r00d bitch) or they dislike one another and xander tries to collect money for hessat's capture. or they can stupidly flirt with each other and hessat passes on information on his bounties when he comes across anything of interest that he can't use. hell, if you really want to live on the edge maybe xander - as a bounty hunter - killed the woman who trained hessat in all his wicked ways?
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HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS | 17 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 13, 2015 22:23:58 GMT -5 ♔
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| i've never known a man who loved me |
Go to hell. Ha! If he had a gem for every time he’d heard that one…
A wry smirk touching his lips, practically lapping up all that delicious angry energy, Hessat was prepared for the coming retaliation. He’d originally amused himself by the thought of Starling actually hitting him – amused because it could end ever so badly for the smith if that was the chosen route. He’d love for him to take a swing and give him an excuse, not that he particularly needed one if the mornings events were any indication but still, it’s nice to be justified in ones actions every once and a while. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case here.
The sheet connected with a wet slap, staggering him as he jostled an armful of sodden fabric while Starling gave the surliest goodbye he could manage. And then, silence. For about 2.5 seconds.
“…pffft hehehe!” It was just so easy! Oh Starling made the days so fun sometimes, truly. Hessat didn’t wait for his snickers to subside as he jogged out into the hall, completely comfortable in his shirtless state because who wouldn’t want to see that? “Star! Star I was playing! Playing!” He cackled like any good friend would in the face of another friend’s plight. Tenderly he reached out and put a hand on his arm, a silent urge to stop as he choked off the last of his mirth.
“I didn’t mean it, Starling. You know how I am in the morning.” Hoping to smooth any ruffled feathers. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have teased you so much when you’re obviously tired. If you want you can sleep in my bed, can’t have you returning to that brick you’ve got in your room.” He’d even promise to change the linens so he had something dry to nest in, wouldn’t do for Starling to stay mad at him for too long.
It wasn’t always like this but it certainly was one of Hessat’s many games at work. Picking at something until it snapped and then attempting to soothe hurt feelings with displays of kindness. Hot and cold, never one for too long. “Please? I promise I’ll be good.”
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HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS | 17 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 13, 2015 15:13:13 GMT -5 ♔
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Normally when they got into their little spats (for there were many) the amnesiac wasn’t so confrontational and wasn’t so quick to let his emotions flare up. Either he was seriously exhausted to the point where any sense of self-preservation had promptly taken a vacation or the stress of living in a foreign kingdom, the lack of memories, living in a brothel, and his work in the forge, were finally catching up to him. ‘But then again’ he reminded disgustedly, ‘he’s Red Clan. They’re not exactly the poster children for stability.’ Not that any of this changed the fact that Starling was mouthing off to him, of course.
Hessat threw his head back a little and laughed. The sound was innocuous, pretty, all smooth tones and with a gaiety that didn’t fit the situation. Like candy with razor blades. “Before, during, after~” he purred amorously, not an ounce of shame to be seen for miles. He made a face of realization, a cutting smile on his lips. “Or are you jealous? Is that it? You’re sad that nobody compliments how masterfully you warp metal? Tsk, tsk, boy. If you had wanted compliments all you had to do was ask and I would have you bent over a table with your ass in the air. You’d get so many~”
It was a warning, veiled, but a warning nonetheless. While they might have impressively odd dynamics it was no secret that Hessat furiously chased away anyone who tried to bed the fox-eared man. Albeit his reason for doing so was far less noble, Starling retained his purity by Hessat’s protection. He’d better remember that the next time he decided to get mouthy.
For now however, it looked like Starling fully intended to flaunt his upset at him and doing a piss poor job of it. What kind of insult was that? A moment ago he’d been sure that Starling was going to launch himself off the floor and strike him, an action that had sent a shiver of demented anticipation through him and had made him tighten unconsciously. But the hit never came – much to his disappointment. Instead he got a child’s insult. Washing? Really? Could he think of nothing better than that?
There was a disrespectful snort from the violet-eyed strain that somehow managed to make the rude expression elegant as he gazed dully at the blonde at his feet. “My darling you really must stop working in that awful forge. Not only is it exhausting you but you are beginning to mentally regress and seeing as you’re an amnesiac I fear you don’t have many more brain cells you can afford to lose.” He made a mockery of concern, bending just enough to stroke his hair in a pointedly patronizing fashion.
"Come now, off the floor. Breakfast is being served and unless you plan to go without, you'll need to be dressed and dry."
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HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS | 17 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 13, 2015 13:35:10 GMT -5 ♔
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Hessat arched a brow. My, wasn’t he the cranky one today. Usually that was the bronze-skinned courtesan, all up in arms because the water wasn’t hot enough or some other ridiculous thing had upset him. With the tables turned and Starling doling out snarky replies – again, not unusual – Hessat took a moment to ponder whether he wanted to continue prodding the blacksmith or leave him to rest. Although, doing so would mean he was sympathizing with the delightful young lad and we couldn’t have that now could we?
“Aww, do not be so cross dear Starling.” Throwing the man curling in his sheets a glib smile even as he slid off the bed and walked to the blonde’s side. “I do not need to flatter myself. I have people do that all day…” The words were matter-of-fact but wistful. Ever so casually he reached out, peeling back a layer of fabric to reveal the sunny strands and flattened furred ears that he’d taken no small amount of delight in pinching when Starling had first arrived. Starling was just lucky he hadn’t been born with a tail. “Is it so unlikely that I want to know you care?” And for just a moment a flash of hurt would flit past his grinning face, there and gone in the same breath.
Hessat wasn’t truly moved by Starling’s complaints, he was not that invested in his opinions in the first place but making the whelp feel bad would certainly make fun opportunities in the future.
He listened with only half an ear as he was regaled with a summary of last night’s trials and tribulations but that was not what caught his attention, and irritation. “So.” Tone clipped and broaching on bitter as he straightened up, once again the picture of arrogance. “You didn’t come to my room because I was in it but because it just happened to be warmer than the hallway? I’m honored.” Sneer in place he turned like a scorned woman – looked the part too – and stalked off into the adjoined bathroom. Hessat had proven many times to those around him that he was not a man to take neither slight nor criticism easily and here the strain was practically throwing one in his face.
“So long as it was warm it’s okay right?” His voice sounded from above, having returned with a small washbasin that, ordinarily, would be used to rinse makeup from his face. Hessat now upended the bowl, dumping water that was barely lukewarm, over Starling head. “Is that warm enough dearest? If not I’m sure Desmond would be ever so happy to assist you.” Because clearly it didn’t matter whose room he staggered into and if that were the case he needn’t bother being here.
With on final withering look, more at the puddle of water on the floor than the man it surrounded, Hessat flicked his hair huffily and began removing his shirt. "You will be forging me a new set of knives for your offense." Spoken offhandedly, like he'd only just remembered. "I only need the blade as you should know by now. I left two buried in the last target and need to get them replaced."
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HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS | 17 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 12, 2015 14:21:44 GMT -5 ♔
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HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS | 17 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 12, 2015 13:11:07 GMT -5 ♔
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| i've never known a man who loved me | It was early. Like…really early. You know, the kind of early that any sensible person would commit murder over being woken up at this hour and Hessat could recount killing people for far less. He hadn’t heard his door open – no surprise there really – but the minute the bed had dipped his fingers had clenched around the comforting hilt of the silver blade beneath his pillow. His heart was suddenly a flutter – and not the lovey-dovey kind. Who was that? Who would let someone into, no, wait, dumb question. More than a few would be happy to see the golden courtesan violated. Well, ha ha bitches, jokes on you, already been raped before.
The Saint’s Pleasure didn’t truly close their doors so much as stopped accepting new customers after a certain time and it was well past that. The dark-haired strain forced himself to remain limp, feigning sleep as a new body crawled into place. It was an agonizingly long wait for something, anything, to signal the intentions of his unwelcome visitor, so when nothing came you could imagine his confusion. What? He was impossibly gorgeous and this person was just going to lie there?! Hessat was a tad annoyed. Even when it was some filthy peasant here to rape him, he was Hessat Malik-Guhani and should be the immediate focus. What? He never said he was a sane victim.
After a few minutes more of absolutely nothing the sound of deep, even breathes hissed beside him. Bastard was asleep!?
Enraged, he sat up and…frowned. “Starling?” It was the fox-eared urchin he’d found a few months ago. He was a blacksmith and a prude, blushed at the sight of nipples and had the libido of a neutered cat, what was he doing here?
For a long while the man watched the other sleep soundly, absently fingering the designs on his blade before slipping it back into its previous place and turning over. When he woke up again sunlight streaming into his window was the cause for his sudden awareness but Starling was still a warm, unmoving lump beside him. At some point an arm had been tossed over his waist and he arched a perfectly manicured brow at the limb, seeming to contemplate how angry Starling would be to wake up without it. Very, one might imagine.
With an unattractive grunt Hessat slithered out of bed and chose the second best method he could think of to rouse his slumbering intruder. “Staaarliiiing~” He cooed, a vicious smile curling his lips as he slid his hands over the man’s shoulders. For someone so slight there was definitely an admirable amount of muscle beneath his clothes, enough that he could appreciate them as he splayed his hands on his side. And then he shoved. Hard.
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